Page 10 of The Boys Next Door

A low chuckle rasped against her left ear as fingers continued to crush the sensitive tip of her breast. It excited her more than she ever could have guessed, blood rushing to her breast and her pussy.

“I’m glad you knew it was me.”

Lips met hers again, and she didn’t know if they were his or Brendan’s. Another mouth closed over her nipple, hot and eager, suckling the firm bud with deliberate swipes of the tongue. Meanwhile, her belly was being caressed so gently, right above her pussy, she thought she might come just from the pleasure of it. Her thighs were completely slick with juices.

She trailed her fingers along the stroking hand and up the muscular forearm, exploring. Brendan, on her right.

“Let’s find out if you’re ready,” he murmured.

Ready for…what? But his hand was already sliding down over the dark curls framing her pussy, massaging her sensuously. Diana cried out as his fingers met her soaked outer lips. A shudder racked her body.

“Yes.” His voice was calm and soothing in her ear, but she could hear the excitement under it. “So ready, baby.”

Instinctively, she arched her back, hoping Brendan’s touch would slide into her swollen cleft. Instead, he spread his fingers, two resting on each outer lip, holding her pussy open. Cool air met her most private place, and she heard Ian laugh softly at her low moan.

“She needs you, bro,” Brendan whispered.

“What? I don’tneedIan,” she snapped. “I— oh God.” Thick fingers suddenly met her sensitive inner lips, sending sensations through her aroused pussy that were stronger than anything she’d managed on her own. “Oh God. Oh God—“

She could only whimper as Ian rubbed her exposed folds with firm, assured strokes. Then she gasped at a sudden fullness. The fullness eased up for a second, only to be replaced again, stronger, bigger, sharper. He was fingering her. How many fingers? Two? Three? She’d done it to herself, of course, but his were so much bigger, and he was flexing them inside her cunt, massaging her, wriggling and thrusting in a way she couldn’t have imagined.

“Ian,” she gasped. “Too much—“

More fingers found her clit, making her jump. They must be Brendan’s.

“Better, sweetness?” His breath stirred the wet hair on her neck.

“Yes…”

The pressure spreading open her pussy eased up, and his gentle soothing caresses on her swollen bud contrasted with Ian’s strong fingers filling her pussy, until she was crying out, even growling, one moan after another ripped from her mouth.

She’d completely lost control, she thought dimly. She sounded like an animal, and she couldn’t stop. Words pierced the haze in her head.

“My brother told me you’ve never been kissed before this.” The voice was heavy and teasing. Ian, she realized. “But your pussy is telling me you’ve been fucked before this.”

Somehow, she managed to speak. “Not-- by a guy,” she panted.

“So a girl took your cherry?” Ian’s voice was even more teasing.

Oh God, her pussy was starting to clamp down on his fingers. Brendan’s circles were so coaxing on her clit. She felt him sucking on her neck.

“No,” she whispered. “I can’t tell you.”

“Tell us,” Brendan said encouragingly. “You can tell us anything.”

“I have…” She was going to come, pushed over the edge by them both. Her pussy was so aroused, so sensitive to Ian’s fingers and Brendan’s strokes, she could barely breathe. “I have a dildo…I bought it for my birthday…I just need it so much sometimes…”

“You bad girl,” Ian breathed. “You hot little slut.” And at the same time, Brendan was whispering in her ear, “That issosexy.”

Sensations swirled through her body, peaking in complete overload. She cried out as her pussy contracted around Ian’s thick fingers, setting off her release.

“Oh,yeah,”he whispered. “Uh-huh. That’s right, baby.”

“So good, Di.” Brendan nuzzled her neck. “Keep coming, sweetness.”

Diana could only sob with pleasure as she writhed against the twins’ hands, spasming again and again with exquisite tightness around Ian’s probing touch while Brendan played with her melting clit.

“Enough,” she moaned finally. “I can’t take anymore.”

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