Page 20 of The Boys Next Door

Faster than she could figure, she was pushed up against the humming fridge by both twins, her back pressed to stainless steel, her dress and hair completely soaked, smushing a strawberry into Ian’s neck while he wedged a fat cold grape into her cleavage. Brendan was working a large hand inside the top of her swimsuit to squeeze her breast, someone was trying to unzip her dress one-handed, and all three of them shook with laughter. Diana couldn’t remember laughing this hard in a long time.

“Stop tickling.” She tried to push Ian’s hand away from her ribs. He just grinned and poked her side again, making her jump.

As she grabbed Brendan’s shoulder for support, another hand moved swiftly up her skirt, pulling on her swimsuit bottoms. She quivered when it slipped inside, stretching the fabric. Her dress dropped from her shoulders to the floor. Just as Ian teased her ribs again, sidestepping her attempts to fend him off, Brendan’s finger probed her melting pussy, exploring her tender entrance.

“You’re not playing fair. Both of you,” she wheezed.

“You’re so wet, Di.” Brendan’s mischievous dimpled grin suddenly looked a lot like Ian’s. Her pussy tightened around his finger. No, not his finger. Something else, something round, pointed and firm, textured and bumpy, pressing into her moist core just a little.

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Is that — a strawberry?”

Brendan’s smile deepened. He gently worked the berry further into her quivering cunt, bringing his thumb to her clit. Her legs trembled, and her grip tightened on his shoulder.

Ian leaned against the fridge, watching her, his eyes traveling to his brother’s hand between her legs and her voluptuous curves on display through her swimsuit.

“Are you going to go back to being a stone-cold fox tomorrow, baby?” His voice was husky. “Or are you going to remember my brother fucking you with a fruit while I watch?”

Too aroused to laugh now, Diana moaned softly, opening her legs to Brendan’s massaging fingers, closing her free hand on Ian’s waist for support. Her head fell back against the fridge. She opened her mouth to attempt a smart answer, but Ian’s lips met hers, his tongue hungrily plumbing her mouth.

That was it. She needed to feel both of them, couldn’t think about anything else. She slid her hands up the twins’ shirts, shaking with excitement as her palms moved over warm skin, thick hair, and hard muscle. Her lips tingled, going from mouth to hot mouth, sucking, licking, and biting. Brendan kept teasing her pussy with the strawberry, pushing it into her pool of juices just enough for her to clamp down on its ripe roundness.

Right as her hands found both the firm bulges pressing through the twins’ shorts, squeezing their cocks hard and shivering at their groans of pure need, a rumble outside the kitchen made her freeze.

The twins both looked up, alert. The garage door was opening.

“Kitchen table. Now,” Ian hissed in her ear.

Diana had never seen two people move so fast. Brendan pulled his hand out of her swimsuit, tossed the strawberry in the sink, dashed to the recycling bin heaped high with last night’s beers, and carried it deftly upstairs. She could only imagine him stashing it under his bed. Ian leapt to the table, clearing the aftermath of the food fight.

“Do it. Sit down,” he grunted out of the side of his mouth. Diana’s first instinct was to dive into the nearest closet and stay there until the coast was clear, or maybe forever, but obediently, she wriggled into her dress and sat down at the table, fumbling with her zipper and sweeping her hair forward to hide the hickeys on her neck.

Gulping the rest of her water, she tried to breathe normally. She marveled as Ian, with total efficiency, swept up the ice on the floor, pitched the scattered fruit in the trash, scooped up a pack of cards lying on the counter by the door, and threw a handful down on the table in front of each place.

By the time the kitchen door opened, Diana and the twins were sitting calmly at the table with their cards fanned out.

“Gin,” Brendan said.

“Diana!” Mrs. O’Brian exclaimed. “What a lovely surprise.”

“Thanks, Mrs. O’Brian. Hi, Mr. O’Brian.” Her heart hammered in her chest. “I hope you had a nice trip.”

Mr. O’Brian hefted a suitcase over the doorstep. “We didn’t expect to see you here. It’s been awhile.”

“We asked Diana to come over ‘cause she was all alone in her house.” Brendan was all sympathetic concern.

“Ian, what happened to your neck?” Mrs. O’Brian looked worried.

Great,Diana thought. A bit of strawberry still clung to Ian’s neck where she’d smushed it in, and now that she saw it, she wanted to lick it off.

“Diana threw a strawberry at me.” Unconcerned, he wiped it off with his napkin. “High school kids. They’re so immature.”

“Diana, do your parents know you’re here?” Mr. O’Brian asked.

“I’ll tell them,” Brendan said blandly, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I have their number. We’d hate for them to think she’s in trouble.”

Diana, sweating under her dress and hoping the O’Brians wouldn’t notice the water-soaked fabric, could only imagine what he was texting:Hot 3way last night with your daughter and my brother. Don’t worry, she was in good hands. Very well-behaved. You’d be proud.

Mrs. O’Brian beamed, setting her purse down on the counter. “It’s so nice to see the three of you spending time together again.”

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