Authors: Stephanie Brother
I nod my head and turn until I’m looking into Nathan’s
eyes.
They are blazing with desire and
his lips look flushed from all the kisses he’s been peppering me with.
I lean in and lick at his top lip gently,
wanting to find out if he tastes the same as his brother.
They must use different toothpaste because
Nathan tastes like peppermint and Ethan like spearmint.
They kiss differently too.
Ethan is bolder and more in control of his
kiss, whereas Nathan seems to respond more to the movements I make.
I’ve never felt anything like the sensation of having
someone’s tongue in my mouth and another on my breast at the same time.
It’s almost too much for me to take.
I’m so hot between my legs and I have a
desperate urge to press them together for some relief.
It takes some shifting to do it because Ethan
has a knee between mine, and as I try to adjust my position he takes a firm
hold of one of my legs.
“I know what
you’re trying to do,” he whispers in my ear, watching as his brother kisses me
slow and deep.
“You want to squeeze your
legs shut but I’m not going to let you, Carrie.
I want you so worked up that you’ll come the minute I press my tongue
against your clit.”
I wriggle again because his words might as well have
been his tongue.
My clit feels hot and
swollen, and I know I’m wet because I’ve got that achy feeling down below. That
feeling that tells you that you’re ready.
The trouble is that Nathan’s kiss is so damn good that
I don’t want to pull away. I cup his face to hold him to me, sliding my tongue
over his like we’re fucking.
I can feel
the couch shift as Ethan takes position behind me. He doesn’t kiss my neck like
his brother did, though.
No.
That would be too tame for Ethan.
Eth has to push the fabric of my top and lick
up my spine like I’m the most delicious popsicle in the world.
I didn’t know my back was so sensitive. I
didn’t know that the simple press of someone’s hot, wet mouth so close to my
ass would make me moan right into Nathan’s mouth.
It’s as though that moan flips a switch inside
Nathan.
Kissing isn’t enough.
He wants more.
He doesn’t tell me, though.
He just takes a hold of my hand from his
cheek and presses it right into his lap.
I know I shouldn’t be surprised.
We’re not on this couch to play board games.
And I shouldn’t really be surprised to
discover that he’s hard.
If he pressed
his finger against my clit, he would find it swollen too.
And I certainly shouldn’t be this surprised
at the size of the thing I find in my palm.
I’ve heard the rumors about the Stanmore twins, just like everyone
else.
Their cocks are the stuff of
legend.
Nath still has his sweats on and
even through the soft cotton fabric I can tell that the stories I’ve heard are
true.
He’s huge, exactly like Katelin said.
My mind seems to stutter as it takes in the task at
hand.
It’s been months since I had sex
and I know I must be tight down there.
Then,
when I remember that there is another cock behind me that is more than likely a
mirror image of the one I find myself rubbing, my brain seems to dissolve into a
panic.
I’m not a big girl by any stretch
of the imagination.
The twins have to
bend to kiss me.
Sandwiched between them,
as I am, I feel tiny.
One huge cock
would be daunting enough.
How the hell am I supposed to handle two?
Just as I get the urge to cut and run – I even conjure
an image of myself with arms flailing screaming ‘too big, too big!’ – I catch sight
of Nathan’s face.
He’s watching my hand that
now has a firm grip on his still clothed dick, his eyes following my movements
up and down, slow and torturous.
His
face is a picture of arousal; skin flushed across his cheeks, mouth slack with
enjoyment.
“Fuck, Carrie. Don’t stop,” he says, raising his hips towards
my palm like he wants to really start rutting.
His cock feels so heavy in my hand, but it’s not enough.
I want to see him.
I want to feel him without so much fabric
between us.
I’ve never been a
particularly confident person in this kind of situation.
I let my last boyfriend make all the moves
and push the boundaries because it just didn’t feel right for me to do it.
So I’m shocked when I find myself reaching
into the waistband of Nathan’s joggers and wrapping my fingers around the hot, smooth
skin of his bare cock.
In my hand it feels daunting enough, but when I
finally pluck up the courage to take a look at what I’m gripping onto for dear
life, I find that I can no longer swallow.
My fingers won’t reach around his girth, and I’d need at least three
hands to clasp it all the way from root to head.
OH.
MY.
GOODNESS.
My mouth is so dry but my pussy seems to have a
totally different reaction, clenching tightly around the nothing I currently
have between my legs and practically gushing with wetness.
For the first time in my life I have a crazy
urge to lick but I don’t get a chance because whatever I am doing with my hand
seems to be enough.
“Oh,” Nathan gasps, and Ethan stops kissing my
shoulders to see what all the fuss is about.
I wonder what he thinks when he sees what I'm doing.
Is it weird for him to see his brother
getting jerked off?
Kind of like
watching himself but with none of the direct pleasure?
I guess this isn’t the first time they've
tag-teamed a girl, if the rumors are anything to go by. The twins do pretty
much everything else together.
In fact,
now that I think about it, I’ve never seen them date at the same time.
There has always just been one girl
around.
Maybe those girls weren’t just
dating one of the twins as I had assumed, but both.
“Tell me what
it feels like,” Ethan orders from behind me.
“Hard,” I say with a breathless edge to my voice that
reveals how turned on I am.
“Hot.”
I feel slickness in my palm as Nathan’s arousal
increases and I use it to lubricate my actions.
“That’s it,” Ethan urges on behalf of his
brother.
“Keep going just like that and
you’ll have him begging.”
“Fuck,” Nathan growls.
He has his hand gripping the edge of his shirt, holding it up so he can
watch the action.
Holy shit, his cock
reaches his navel.
I’ve read about dicks
like this, under the covers on my Kindle but I never thought I’d see one in
person.
With his shirt raised, I have a fantastic
view of his abs rippling and I stroke my hand over his skin there so I can feel
his muscles move.
“You wanna see?” he asks, taking hold of his shirt at
the back and tugging it over his head.
And then I’m suddenly gazing at a body that should be on the cover of GQ
every
month.
Angels should sing at the sight of him.
Mere mortals should bow down and worship at
his feet.
“God, Nath,” I whisper.
“Look at you.”
He grins, nudging the head of his cock against my
palm.
“I’d rather be looking at you.”
From behind I feel Ethan grasp the hem of my cami and
start to peel it up my body.
Letting go
of Nathan sends a stab of regret through me.
Touching him feels so right I don’t want to stop.
When I raise my hands in the air, Ethan removes my top
and bra.
It’s a comfortable temperature
in our den but my nipples are still hard enough to hang coats on.
I go to cup my breasts, feeling really
exposed, but Nathan takes hold of my wrists and presses both my hands against
the couch by my legs.
“Don’t cover
yourself,” he whispers.
“I’ve been
waiting to see you like this for so long.”
Ethan moves around me until he’s kneeling on the
floor.
While Nathan holds my hands,
Ethan leans in to touch.
I have an urge
to struggle, not because I want them to stop but because the thought of
resisting them and being overpowered has always been part of my fantasies.
That’s the benefit of two, right?
One to do and one to hold and control.
A shiver of arousal runs through me as Ethan leans
forward to lick the very tip of my nipple.
It looks so raw and feels so intense, even though the contact is
light.
“She liked that,” Nathan says.
“Do it again.”
Ethan looks up at me as he does it again, and the
combination of his warm tongue, the cool air, and those eyes that are cold as
ice but hot as fire are just too much.
My body jerks like I’ve been scalded and both the boys laugh.
“Fuck, Carrie,” Ethan says, grinning.
“I think I could get you off like this.”
I shake my head because that doesn’t sound like
something that could be possible and Ethan’s cockiness always touches a raw
nerve that makes me want to disagree with anything he says.
“Can we get you off, baby?” Nathan asks. His polite
tone is such a contrast to his brother’s that I want to laugh.
How can two people look so alike on the
outside and have so many differences on the inside?
This seems like a pivotal moment in the proceedings.
I know that sounds stupid, as I sit here with
my breasts out, having just touched my stepbrother’s cock.
But something about progressing to the next
stage seems really big.
What we’ve done
so far is high-school level fooling around.
Once my pants are off, we’re heading into the big leagues.
As though Nathan can feel my hesitation, he motions to
Ethan to sit back.
Nathan releases my
wrists and they both stare at me, with concerned expressions.
Ethan’s eyes are crinkled at the side as
though he’s almost smiling and Nathan has his hand resting on his heart.
I know they’re both hard.
Hell, I don’t have a dick and I’m throbbing
between my legs.
I know how much they
want things to go to further.
I’ve
barely been able to think of anything else since they moved into my home.
The fact that they’re giving me space to make
sure of my feelings overwhelms me.
I’m
pretty sure most guys would be pushing forward at this point, but they
aren’t.
“Are you okay, Carrie?” Nathan asks.
“Is this too weird?
Are we going to fast?”
“Are we scaring you?” Ethan asks and it’s this
question that brings tears to my eyes.
I
expect Nathan to be concerned.
He’s
always been more in touch with my feelings.
I remember a time I had a run-in with a guy who pinched my ass at a
night club.
Nathan knew, as soon as he
saw me, that something had happened.
To
have Ethan worrying, to have Ethan caressing the back of my hand tenderly is
what makes me certain that this is okay.
“You’re not scaring me,” I say quietly reaching out to
cup their opposing cheeks.
“And I’m
okay, alright.
This is just a little
overwhelming for me.
But it’s good.
I want this.”
Nathan nods and then turns to his brother.
“Shall we take her upstairs?”
Ethan agrees, gets to his feet and starts to pick up our
discarded clothing.
Nathan rises and
holds out his hand.
I take hold of it,
loving how huge his palm is and how tiny I feel standing next to them
both.
Nathan smiles down at me, then
releases my hand and scoops me up like I weigh nothing.
“Come on then,” he says.
“It’s time for the main course.”