Page 68 of The Boys Next Door

Brendan hesitated for a minute, his solid body leaning over hers, emotions she couldn’t read crossing his face. Then he sat up. Heaved himself off the bed. Looked down at her. No — yes — he was zipping up his pants in one quick, unBrendan-like stroke.

“You’releaving?”Diana stared at him.

“You wanted some time alone. Right? And you wanted a big brother.” At least the flush on his cheeks showed he was turned on, too. He pulled on his shirt, working to get his breathing under control.

“Are you kidding me? Is it because I need to shower? I’ll go shower right now.”

Brendan shook his head again. His eyes flicked over her voluptuous breasts, but before she could react, he pulled up her covers and wrapped them firmly around her. “Just trust me, Di.”

“You said you’d take care of me.” God, she really was begging shamelessly now.

“Exactly.”

“Fine.” She picked up her pillow and threw it at his hard stomach. Brendan caught it, looking surprised. A smile flickered across his face, despite the circles under his eyes. How dare he laugh at her? She was still panting, flushed and turned on. “Go play basketball or go to the gym or help little old ladies across the street. Be the good twin. And tell Ian I don’t want to talk about him either.”

Brendan’s face turned serious. “Look, Di—“

“Uh-uh. Go. Goodbye.”

Instead, Brendan bent down, tuckedher pillow under her head, and brushed his lips across her hair. Diana growled, done with talking. At the door, he turned back.

“You should talk to him, Di,” Brendan said softly. “Talk to him yourself.”

Diana glared at him as he quietly left the room. Before the door closed, she gave the finger to his retreating back. Then she pulled the pillow over her head again.

Her mind whispered that Brendan had done the right thing by leaving, and her body shouted that she was furious with him for doing it. Her panties were soaked. Her pussy still quivered from his teasing touch. Her bare nipples were two hard buds. Her crotch buzzed with need for his thick cock, and her skin burned in a way that the iciest shower wouldn’t take care of.

Remembering last night, writhing between the twins and those girls, her own screams bouncing off the walls as Ian thrust into her with all his strength, made her go cold and hot. No matter how much she buried her head under her pillow and pretended that’s where she wanted to be, what scared her most wasn’t that she’d finally lost all control, but that she wanted more.

Who the hell was she, now that she was done with high school? Would she ever be able to think straight, or straighter than she was now, her thumbs skimming off her wet boy shorts, her hand going right to her pussy, slipping between her moist lips to stroke her warm center?

Brendan hadn’t left her room. He was right there, in bed with her, kissing a path down her neck, sliding his mouth down to rub his lips against her bare shoulder, laughing softly when she tugged at his shirt and ran her fingers over his muscled chest.

She sighed when he eased her back to run his hands over her tingling curves. She pulled her head out from under her pillow when he whispered that everything would be fine. More than fine. It would be great. There was nothing for her to worry about, he murmured as he cupped her heavy breasts. Just let him and Ian take care of everything.

And as she moaned softly, Brendan’s sure fingers finding her eager pussy, squeezing her mound, sinking inside her cunt to give her what she craved, a prowling figure climbed into her room, leaping to her bed, clothes flying everywhere, his mouth going right for her neck, sucking so hard she shrieked and bit Brendan’s shoulder.

Oh God, she really had shrieked, she was shrieking into her pillow, and Ian’s mouth was all over her body, marking her everywhere, and she could only pant and moan as she took Brendan inside her, his cock going deeper and deeper, and dammit, he was groaning and coming, filling her long before she was ready for him to be done, and rolling her firmly toward his brother.

Yes…Ian plunged inside her now, holding her creamy thighs apart, filling everything.

Brendan’s warm tongue ran over her ear. “Deeper, Di,” he whispered. “Harder. More.”

Hazel eyes locked on hers. And oh God, she knew so well now what Ian looked like soaked in lust, wanting to swallow her whole, but there was more than that on his face, and it made her start to shake. Her thighs quivered. Her own fingers rubbed her hard clit, more fingers opening her silky pussy, juice running onto the sheets.

“Ian…” she whispered out loud. “Brendan…”

“Yes, Di,” Brendan crooned in one ear. “This is it.”

“Diana.” Ian breathed in her other ear. “C’mon, love. Do it for me.”

She gasped and came in a hot rush, her tight pussy convulsing on her fingers — no, Ian’s cock — with ripples of pleasure that spilled over her skin. One muscled body thrust on top of her, one lay next to her, urging her to come harder and harder, until her breath slowed down and she was alone.

Diana rolled over on her rumpled sheets, her cheeks smudged with sweat, and stared at the open window. The curtains fluttered in the breeze.

Love?

Oh.

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