They push me back into the futon as I wrap one arm around the back of each of their necks, fingers tickling that spiky red-orange hair of theirs. I've got identical twins on either side of me! I think with a little internal squeal, biting my lip as they both move down my chest and toward the bindings on my breasts. Two fit, tall, gorgeous, rich, funny … I cut myself off, so the list of adjectives doesn't get too ridiculous, but come on? How is this not every girl's dream?
“Lesson four: stop thinking so hard,” Micah chastises, reaching up and pulling off the little metal pin I use to keep the bindings taut. He flicks it aside and then pulls the first layer off, letting Tobias tug from the other side. I lift my back so the cotton strip can slide more easily underneath me, and then giggle as Tobias tosses the end to his brother, and they start the process over again.
“I was only thinking about you two,” I say, coming to my own defense as my breasts are finally exposed to the cool air, nipples taut and pink. I'm breathing just a little too fast, a little too hard.
“Shush,” Tobias whispers, cupping my left breast in a warm palm. “Let us take care of you.” He puts his mouth over my nipple, shattering my self-control to pieces. His hand slides down my belly, underneath my panties, and cups the wetness between my thighs that promises I'm most definitely not a boy. No, I'm a secret girl, with my ruthless boys … my forever crew.
A sigh slips from my lips as Micah mimics his brother’s movements on my other side, kissing my right breast, and then slipping his hand down to join Tobias’.
In the distance, I can hear the shouts of the other Adamson students enjoying the hot springs, but I don't care. We're in our own little bubble in here, and I'm loving it too much to care about any possible consequences.
The boys tease me, slicking fingers across my aching body while they use their mouths on my breasts, collarbone, and neck, taking turns capturing my lips. A shocked gasp escapes me when they both put a single finger in, using that incredible unity they share to their advantage.
“You're so fucking tight, Chuck,” Micah whispers in my ear while on the other side, Tobias says, “Your lips taste like candy, Chuck.” Just a little sneak peek into their personalities, similar, but different enough that I couldn't imagine giving up either.
My hands drop down, searching for the hard, warm shaft of each twin, fingers curling around their identical bodies.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Micah whispers, thrusting into my grip as he bites my ear. Tobias tries to push my hand away, but I won't let him, taking a firmer grip on his body and working him until he's doing the same thing as his twin.
“Condoms,” I murmur, and Tobias scrambles up to grab them, coming back over with two packages in his hand. He flicks one at Micah, hitting him in the chest, and then proceeds to put his own on.
Micah moves his hand away from the hot warmth between my thighs as I grab Tobias by the hair and bring his mouth down to mine for a kiss. While we're kissing, Micah slides my panties down my legs and tosses them aside.
“C’mere, Chuck,” Tobias whispers, pulling me toward him and smoothing my hair back as he grins. “Do you know how many dirty, rotten things I want to do to you right now?”
“Um, I can take a wild guess based on how many dirty, rotten things I want to do right back to you,” I murmur as he slides one of his legs between mine. He takes my mouth again, maneuvering his body between my thighs and pressing me down into the futon with his weight.
“However many things that is,” Micah whispers, lying down beside me and licking the shell of my ear. “Double it.”
His twin chuckles, reaching down to cup my ass with one hand and keeping himself propped up with the other. With the shadows from the dancing candle flame, Tobias’ face takes on a sharp edge, making him look more like Micah. Our gazes meet and he thrusts in deep, groaning and kneading my ass with strong fingers. The moans escaping my own lips are verging on the edge of a scream, but I've already had a door kicked down on me once mid-coitus. Not happening again, not when my dad’s wandering around the grounds in a mood.
Tobias rolls onto his back with me on top as Micah carefully slides his hand over my mouth to shush me, chuckling against the back of my neck.
“How dirty do you want to get, Chuck?” he whispers, kneeling behind me and reaching between me and Tobias to find my clit with his other hand. He works me slowly, kissing my throat, and then finally releasing my mouth when I seem to have my breathing under control. “Do you want to go a little further?”
