Page 26 of The Boys Next Door

Brendan’s hands paused at the fourth button. Ian, still leaning over her, blinked. It was satisfying to see his startled expression. Probably the first time a girl had ever told him no.

“I don’t need anyone’s help.” Her face had to be redder than ever, and embarrassed as she was, her body felt even more hot and aroused. She forced herself to look Ian in the eye, trying to sear through him with her gaze the way he was doing to her. “I’ll do this myself.”

Brendan let go, stepping back. She couldn’t see his expression, but she felt a lot more exposed without his hands on her and his presence at her back. She stared up at Ian’s challenging face, one eyebrow raised, his grin mocking her.

Defiantly, she reached back and undid the fourth button, then the fifth, drawing it out and telling her hands not to shake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brendan walk around to lean against her desk, his eyes moving over her appreciatively.

Undressing herself in front of the twins was nothing like letting them unlace her swimsuit while she was half-drunk, or waking up already naked in bed with them. She felt incredibly exposed as the back of her dress gaped open. Slowly, she slipped the sleeves down her arms, revealing her red and white polka-dotted bra. Her creamy cleavage spilled over the top, creating a deep valley between her oversized breasts. At least, she’d always considered them oversized, but the look of hunger on Ian’s face and aroused enjoyment on Brendan’s face sent hot prickles of need through her full globes and right to her nipples.

Both twins leaned back against her desk now, their eyes traveling over her body and taking in every inch of exposed skin. Without their hands on her, their eyes burned her soft flesh everywhere they moved.

Her cheeks were crimson again, heat and embarrassment flushing her face, but she slowly reached behind her back, grasped the hook and eye fastening, and undid her bra. Oh — it felt so good to expose her heavy breasts. Cool air soothed her hard nipples, puckered with excitement.

She could feel both twins’ gazes like fingers, caressing her needy swells, and shuddered with arousal. Ian’s eyes darkened with lust when he saw that shudder. He fisted his hands and pushed them in his pockets. Oh God — he was trying to keep his hands off her. Brendan’s eyes were half-closed, a little smile playing over his lips as he watched her undress. He looked — proud. Approving.

Letting her bra dangle from one finger, she handed it to him. He dimpled, flashing white teeth, and laid it on her desk.

When her eyes met Ian’s, he licked his lips — slowly, deliberately. Diana could practically feel his determined tongue snaking over her tight buds and heavy breasts, slithering a path between her thighs to where he’d lapped up her juices on Sunday morning and sent her into spasm after quaking spasm.

A breeze from the open window, sending the candles flickering, tightened her nipples even more. Both twins’ eyes were riveted to the rosy buds. Her hands trembling a little, she took off her glasses and set them on top of her calculus homework. Her legs barely supported her as she stood to let her dress fall over her rounded hips and onto the floor. Stepping out of the bright puddled fabric, she lay down on her bed.

As turned on as she was, Diana couldn’t bear to take her tiny red panties off yet. The two pairs of hazel eyes staring at her body were making her squirm and gasp, without being touched. She wanted to close her eyes for courage, but she couldn’t look away from the twins’ intent gazes. At least her bedroom was dim, with just the candles throwing light and shadows over her body. She let one hand slide from her collarbone down over her full breasts. Oh — yes — that felt so good. Her other hand came up to join it, exploring her warm curves. Yes…squeezing, massaging, pinching, and rubbing her breasts was so much hotter with an audience.

Muffled TV sounds floated up the stairs and through her closed door, and she prayed her parents wouldn’t come up to find their daughter writhing on her bed, fondling her own voluptuous breasts, squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her swollen clit against her soaked panties, all under the eager gazes of the boys next door.

And as she looked down at her own body, her hand tracing a trail over her smooth belly and teasing just inside her red bikini panties, she knew what she needed. Ian was standing right in front of her at the foot of the bed, candlelight flickering over his face, his eyes locked on her body.

“Take my panties off,” she panted, lifting her hips toward him.

“What do you say?” Ian asked with a sly smile. She didn’t smile back.

“I say, take my panties off, Ian.”

His face lit up in surprise. Without further ado, he hooked both thumbs into her panties and yanked them off in one hard pull, raising her ass and almost tumbling her backwards. The movement forced a gasp of excitement out of her. Then he grabbed the dildo from the desk and pushed it into her hand.

“Fuck yourself.” Ian leaned over her, one knee planted between her spread legs.

Diana gripped the dildo in her hand as if it would give her courage, but it wasn’t helping. Brendan, standing to her right, lifted her leg, caressing the smooth skin, and eased it over his lap as he sat down on her bed. Oh God — and Ian’s hand anchored her left thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy open to both their stares, and she had no way to close her thighs. Brendan rubbed the inside of her knee so gently that she twitched and moaned softly, warm juices slicking her pussy. His eyes roved approvingly over her rosy folds.

“Please.” She bucked her hips upward, begging for someone’s, anyone’s touch.

“You do it, baby. Remember?”

The challenge in Ian’s eyes went straight to her cunt, making her spasm with excitement. Okay then. She’d do it. There was no mistaking how incredibly turned on the twins were, how she was the one who had turned them on. Well, she’d give them a show to remember. Make them tent their pants with excitement. Then send them home with the worst case of blue balls they’d ever known.

Slowly, her gaze traveling from a pair of hazel eyes dark with lust to a pair of hazel eyes bright with interest, she cupped her mound with her free hand, then let one finger slip into her soaked valley.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. So good to be touched. So good to touch herself. She stroked her juicy lips slowly, drawing the motion out much more than she would by herself. And yes — it felt better this way. The twins’ eyes on her, their warm hands holding her legs open, their hard bodies so close to her, woke up every nerve ending on her skin.

When she finally touched her clit, a wave of excitement shook her body. No one spoke. No one told her she was a hot slut or a good girl or a sex bomb. They didn’t need to. Their eyes said it all.

Diana let her eyes close, the way she usually did when she pleasured herself, but the urge to see the twins was too strong now. Her eyes opened again, looking boldly at them both. Embarrassment was gone. Hotness had taken it place.

Slowly, she circled her hard pearl and brought the dildo down to her eager pussy, teasing her tight opening with tiny circles. Ian’s eyes opened wide with excitement when she pushed the tip of the thick purple rod into her heat and wetness, sending a hard spasm of need through her cunt that made her gasp.

Her pussy contracted again as she worked the dildo into her slick tightness. Brendan’s hand moved up her leg, draping it over his lap so her thighs spread even wider. Oh God — they were both staring at her pussy, the thick dildo buried deep now, her finger moving on her clit. Ian’s fingers tightened on her flesh. She didn’t think they could spread her any farther open than they already had, but they were. Taking a deep breath, she began to slowly fuck her tingling pussy with the smooth dildo, keeping the circles on her clit sensual and light.

Before that first night with the twins, Diana had never thrust much with the dildo. She liked burying it inside her, arousing the sensitive walls of her cunt, or teasing her entrance with it, but she hadn’t truly known how much movement was involved in actual sex.

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