Page 19 of The Boys Next Door

“Not an act.” Brendan shook his head. “He didn’t think this would work.” He seemed about to say more, then changed his mind, waving her towards the shower.

In Mr. and Mrs. O’Brian’s bathroom, Diana blinked her wide blue eyes at her reflection in the mirror. That was definitely her, naked from head to toe, but she barely recognized herself.

Her mussed-up dark hair was swept to one side. Her lips were swollen from kissing the twins and sucking Brendan’s cock. Her cheeks were flushed, her hard nipples stood out proudly, and pink hickeys dotted her creamy pale neck. Her hips had swayed voluptuously, confidently, as she walked into the bathroom. And to top it all off, there was a smile on her face that just wouldn’t leave.

Quickly, she turned on the shower and stood under steaming water, scrubbing her skin until it turned pink to wash away the smell of sex. It felt a little awkward to use Mrs. O’Brian’s shampoo, but she made do with a small squeeze and soaped herself thoroughly. Her stomach growled.

When she toweled off and put her swimsuit back on — it was the best she could do, since she hadn’t brought any underwear — she noticed it was dry. Brendan must have put it in the dryer. Thoughtful of him. Quickly, she laced up the top, feeling proud of her deep cleavage for the first time, and tied the red bows tightly on the sides. On went her blue and green striped sundress. Next came her black-rimmed glasses — fortunately still intact.

She finger-combed her hair, smoothing down her bangs. Now she looked familiar, like the Diana the rest of the world knew, except…looser. More relaxed.She wondered if anyone would notice.

Downstairs, she blinked at the mounds of food that greeted her when she walked into the kitchen. Ian nodded to her from the stove, giving her a brief once-over as he stirred scrambled eggs.

She cleared her throat. “Can I help?”

Hard to believe, but it had been easier talking with Ian when they were naked in bed together than it was now, standing in the kitchen fully dressed. The throbbing soreness between her legs wouldn’t let her forget what they’d done just a little while ago. She eyed his UConn tank and athletic shorts, draped over his muscular body. College. Seemed like a million years away.

“There’s fruit in the fridge. And OJ. You know where all the dishes are.”

Sounds of the washing machine swished through the wall from the next room.Sheets,Diana thought. Brendan must have put their parents’ sheets in the washing machine. And he’d have some water-tight excuse for the new sheets on the bed when his parents came home. The kitchen itself was sparkling clean, with no sign of yesterday’s party except the bin overflowing with beer bottles.

Quickly, before she started blushing, she rinsed fruit, put it in a bowl, and took out the juice. Then she sat down at the familiar kitchen table, not trusting herself to say anything else right now.

The food did smell good — Ian’s cooking appeared to be edible — but jeez, she’d never seen so many sausages and eggs at once. Of course the twins were athletes, tall muscular guys who probably ate three times as much as she did. But when Ian put a plate of food in front of her, she realized she was starving. Three minutes later, it was empty.

She gobbled strawberries from the bowl of fruit on the table, focusing on the sweet juicy fruit and feeling the heat rising further in her cheeks as Brendan strolled into the kitchen, his hair wet from the shower. He clapped his brother on the back.

“Heard you were up early,” he said in a low voice.

Ian shrugged, scraping eggs onto a plate. “Diana kept kicking. She doesn’t know how to share a bed yet.”

She flushed, but managed to say, “No, you just take up too much space.”

“Someone worked up an appetite.” Ian gave her a knowing grin, filling her empty plate again and putting it in front of her.

Breakfast was quiet. The food was disappearing faster than she would have thought possible. And now that they were all dressed and sitting around the same table where they’d played cards and had snacks together, a million years ago, shyness set in again. Feeling like a hot confident girl naked in bed with the twins, or alone in the O’Brians’ bathroom, was one thing. But now she was having a hard time looking up from her plate.

Something soft flicked her cheek. Quickly, she glanced up to see a bit of egg lying on her napkin and Ian eyeing her with that little half-smile.

“Grow up.” Her face was hot again.

“Make me.”

“Fine.” She balanced a grape on her spoon and catapulted it at his chest, aiming right for the middle of the O in his UConn logo.

Immediately, water splashed her face.

“Are you kidding me?” she spluttered.

The whole front of her dress was wet, Ian was holding his empty water glass with that innocent expression, and Brendan just leaned back with his arms folded, looking amused.

“Children,” he murmured. Diana threw a grape at him too.

In seconds, she and the twins were pelting each other with fruit. The kitchen table looked like a battleground, and Ian was shoving his chair back, coming toward her to do God knows what. Diana dove under his arm and dashed for the fridge, grabbing handfuls of ice. When he came toward her, she was ready for him with a cascade of ice cubes down his shorts.

“Your turn,” she said triumphantly.

The look of surprise on Ian’s face was quickly changing to lust. “You’re going to pay for that,” he whispered, stripping off his shorts.

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