The Boys Next Door Ch. 01

Before she could react, there were warm hands everywhere, two large male bodies on either side of her, naked and hot and muscled. Hot lips kissed her deeply. An insistent tongue worked its way into her mouth. Palms slid over her shaking thighs, smoothing away the goosebumps and burning her skin everywhere they touched. In the near-total darkness, with no idea which twin was which, she felt the treehouse spinning around her. No room for shyness now. This couldn't be real, anyway. Only a fantasy. Eagerly, she explored broad backs and shoulders, squeezed muscular arms, tangled her fingers in thick chest hair. When her thumb met a tiny hard bead of a nipple, she couldn't resist stroking it the same way that her own nipple, so much larger, was being stroked and teased. Whoever was kissing her hissed softly. She tried pinching the nipple, and was immediately answered with a much harder pinch on her own nipple.

"Ian!" She yelled instinctively. "Ow!"

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 could ever have thought, 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, that 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 his fingers would slide into her swollen cleft, but 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."

"What? I don't need Ian," 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 pussy with firm, assured strokes, and gasped at a sudden fullness. The fullness eased up for a second, only to be replaced again, stronger, bigger, sharper. She realized 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. The pressure spreading open her pussy eased up, and his gentle soothing caresses on her swollen bud contrasted with Ian's strong fingers stretching 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..." Oh God. She was going to come soon. Her pussy was so aroused, so sensitive to Ian's penetrating 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 is so sexy."

Oh God, the sensations swirled in her pussy to 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."

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."

Fingers eased out of her still-spasming cunt, slick with cream. More fingers gave her clit a final caress, making her cunt twitch and contract. The salty scent of her pussy met her nose.

"Taste yourself, baby," Ian whispered. "Lick my fingers." And oh Jesus yes, she was taking his fingers eagerly into her mouth, swirling her tongue over them as he stroked slowly in and out of her mouth just like he had in her pussy. Unthinking, her hands reached out to both sides, running over hard male bodies and smooth warm skin until her palms closed over two engorged, hot, pulsing cocks. The sudden identical groans from both twins would have made her laugh if she wasn't still unbelievably turned on, her pussy tingling and begging to be filled again.

Ian's fingers wrapped around her hand, moving her palm over his cock rhythmically. "Like this," he whispered. "Don't fight me. Do what I do." His cock felt amazing, Diana thought, so soft and hard at the same time, heavy in her hand. She tried the same movements with Brendan's cock, but his hand wasn't over hers; he just stroked her arm, and she wondered if he was content to let her explore. Then she felt him shifting position.

"Open your mouth," he whispered. Obediently, her lips parted and met satiny hot skin, smooth and rounded. His cock, she thought hazily. He's putting his cock in my mouth. Brendan's cock was thick and she had to open her mouth wider as he fed it to her, stopping when the fat head and an inch or two of the shaft were engulfed in her mouth.

"Lick it, sweetness," he whispered. Ian's breathing was coming faster on her other side, and he moved her hand faster over his meaty penis. But Brendan didn't seem to be in any rush. He caressed her hair, rubbing his thumb over her cheek, and murmured reassurances. "Swirl your tongue over the head. That's right. Just like that. Good girl, Diana." He was massaging the back of her neck now. "You're doing so well."

She was a bad girl, she was a good girl — who knew what the truth really was. All she knew was that she was sprawled naked in the twins' treehouse, her creamy pussy aching for more touch, her head heavy like this was a dream, everything warm and slowed down a little in the darkness with a cock filling her mouth, another filling her hand that felt harder and harder, fingers in her hair, a palm rubbing her belly so intimately that she was moaning now around Brendan's cock, and—

"Let go," Ian whispered. His hand left hers. Startled, she let go of his cock and heard him moving. Hands spread her thighs firmly, and she moaned more loudly when two thumbs stroked her sopping pussy lips, spreading them open. Then she cried out, her voice muffled by Brendan's cock, as something thick and hard prodded her tight entrance.

"Ian," she hissed, pulling her mouth off Brendan's cock. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing, baby?"

"You can't just— come up and—" Her head was spinning again. "This is my virginity we're talking about."

"Which one of us do you want first?" Brendan murmured. His hand was still in her hair. "You decide."

First? Oh, God. She'd known this was where things were going, of course she'd known, but it was really— they really— They really both expected to have sex with her. Maybe one right after the other. And no matter how many times she'd fantasized about being with more than one guy, the reality was...real. This was real. Completely real, and not in her control like a fantasy. And so much hotter.

She opened her mouth to say that she wanted Brendan first, but Ian was rubbing his cock all over her juicy pussy, setting her on fire. More cream oozed out of her pussy, and she knew from his hiss of breath that he could feel it. She couldn't stand the thought of him pulling away from her, losing the contact of his fat head with her slippery cunt.

"Ian!" she cried out. "Please, Ian..."

He let out a long exhalation. "Please what, baby?"

She didn't think she could be embarrassed at this point, but her face was hot again. "You know," she panted.

"Say it."

She breathed in and out. The treehouse was very quiet. Outside, the crickets chirped. Brendan's hand had stopped moving in her hair. Everything was still.

"Say it, Diana." Ian's face was barely visible, leaning over her, his eyes locked on hers. His face wasn't giving anything away. But a shock of excitement ran over Diana's body from bottom to top. Her name. For the first time tonight, he'd said her name.

She let out a shuddering breath. "Fuck me, Ian," she pleaded softly.

His eyes opened wide, then narrowed. Diana's stomach twisted with excitement and nerves at the sheer lust on his face. Gripping her hip with one hand, he grasped his cock and pointed it downward, sliding it over her soaked lips, until the head nestled at her entrance. Then he pushed.

"Ian!" She screamed. Even if she didn't have a cherry for him to breach, she was tight, unused to a cock in her pussy, but so slippery that he sank halfway in on the first thrust. He eased back a little, then thrust again, until he was buried in her warm cunt.

"Oh God," Diana moaned, shocked. "This is— you're so big." And her dildo had only barely prepared her pussy for this kind of invasion.

"Open your legs, sweetness," Brendan murmured. He'd moved behind her so her head rested in his lap. She was grateful for his strong hands, rubbing her shoulders. Her own hands clutched Ian's muscular back; her pussy quivered around his thick rod. He hadn't stopped staring into her eyes, and she felt completely naked, completely exposed, and completely committed to not looking away first. If she was really going to get over her shyness, she was doing it all the way. The raw need on his face seared through her, arrowing straight down to her creamy cunt stretched around his cock. He grunted as she spasmed around him. "Wrap your legs around his back." Dazed, she followed Brendan's directions, and gasped as Ian's cock sank even deeper into her clasping pussy. "That's it." Ian flexed his hips, starting to pull back. "Ian, give her a minute before you move."

"You've always been bossy, Brendan." Diana couldn't help it. Her breath was coming fast, the twin she thought she couldn't stand had just taken her virginity, her pussy clung to his cock like she never wanted it to leave, and the twin she'd always considered at least somewhat trustworthy had seduced her into a threesome — with his brother. The moment was already crazy enough, and the words just popped out. "Looks like you haven't changed."

Both twins burst out laughing. Ian actually buried his head in her shoulder as his body shook. Each pant thrust his cock into her, sending twinges through her cunt that half-hurt, half-felt good, but she didn't care. She was laughing too, and the way her pussy squeezed Ian's cock with each burst of laughter just made her laugh harder. It felt good to laugh as the three of them.

"Missed you, Di," Brendan whispered above her. His hands slid over her shoulders to massage her breasts. She whimpered as he expertly rolled her nipples, or maybe it was because Ian was moving now, working his cock in and out of her clinging pussy with tiny thrusts that sent sparks through her pussy and out to her trembling thighs.

"I missed you too," she whispered back. "So much." Her eyes met Ian's again. He was still staring at her, propped up on his elbows. She wondered if he'd missed her. Or if she'd missed him. She wanted to ask why he'd ignored her, but now his lips met hers, crushing her mouth in a kiss as he lengthened his strokes. His movements felt better and better as she relaxed around his cock, hugging it with warmth. Brendan's palms still kneaded her breasts, sandwiched between her and Ian's chest.

"Ian," she whispered into his mouth. His tongue was so hot, thrusting into her mouth, mimicking his thrusts into her pussy.

"Push back," he whispered. Experimentally, Diana raised her hips to meet him. Oooh. That felt good. Ian groaned. Every time he thrust into her, he ground against her pussy, rubbing her clit, and fire was building between her legs. Brendan's fingers pinched her nipples, harder than she would expected from him. Her thighs were shaking again as she moved her hips, trying to match Ian's movements. Trying to fuck him back. Meeting him now on every thrust, the intense sensations feeling twice as powerful.

"Oh god, Ian—" She grabbed his muscled ass instinctively, urging him further into her.

"Yesssss," he hissed. "This is the real you, isn't it, Diana?" He pumped her cunt faster, forcing the breath out of her in little gasps. "You've thought about this, haven't you?"

"Yes," she whispered, dizzy again. "I've thought about us like this...about Brendan...about the three of us..."

"Fuck," Ian groaned, spearing her tightening pussy. Brendan pinched her nipples firmly, making her cry out as Ian thrust deeply into her cunt. He was coming, she realized, a little stunned. He grabbed her, wrapping her firmly in his powerful arms and pulling her tight against his body while he plunged into her pussy again and again. His low groans made her gasp along with him, their chests heaving in rhythm together. Diana buried her face in his shoulder, clinging to his muscled back as he grunted with pleasure. She felt stretched impossibly wide around his cock, moving in and out of her tingling pussy more and more slowly until he collapsed on top of her, his cheek pressed against hers.

Ian withdrew his cock from her pussy all too soon, on a slippery stream of cream. She was more relieved than she wanted to admit when he lay down next to her and kissed her again. As his tongue moved in her mouth — lazily now — familiar, yet unfamiliar hands worked their way up her calves, stroking her thighs, then firmly opening her legs, spreading her pussy wide. Again, a cock prodded her entrance. This time, it slipped in easily as she moaned, sinking into her pussy in one long thrust.

Brendan's hands slid to her ass, cupping the cheeks and lifting her slightly off the ground. She could only gasp into Ian mouth's as Brendan fucked her easily with long, slow, deep strokes, bringing her ass up to meet his cock on each thrust. She felt like she was completely in his hands, exhausted, soaked, and spread open, one arm clinging to Ian and the other reaching up to Brendan to find his shoulder.

"Ian did such a good job opening you up," Brendan murmured. Oh God. A shiver of excitement tightened her pussy. "Nice," he murmured. "You feel so amazing, sweetness. I love fucking you so deep."

Her ass clenched in his hands. He wasn't kidding. She'd thought Ian had gone deep, but Brendan was nudging her cervix with every stroke. Not hard, but enough for her to feel it.

"Brendan— uhhh—" she groaned. She clutched his back with one hand. Ian found her other hand and laced his fingers through it. She found herself squeezing his hand, hard. "Too much—"

His strokes eased off, just a little, and she sighed with relief.

"It hurts? Or it's just uncomfortable?"

"The second," she panted. Ian was sucking on her neck now, one of her breasts filling his hand. She didn't want to think about how many hickeys they'd given her. "Baby," he was whispering in her ear. "Your tits are so fucking amazing."

"Then relax," Brendan crooned. She let herself focus on his voice, on Ian's hands and mouth on her body. "Trust us. I promise, you can do it. Let me in, Diana. Let me in deep."

Oh Jesus. As she let herself give in, pleasure began to wash over her body in waves.

"Say you trust us," Brendan whispered above her.

"I— oh God. I trust you," she moaned. And right now, it was completely true. With each stroke of Brendan's cock, each lick and suck and squeeze from Ian, she let go, allowing herself to trust.

"Oh—" she gasped. "Oh God. Oh my God." She was coming again, her vision blurring as warm buzzing haze filled her head and a rush of pure pleasure bathed her body in heat. Dimly, she felt her pussy clutching Brendan's cock in deep, slow spasms that spread through her whole body, felt Ian sucking her earlobe and fondling her breasts, felt Brendan groan long and low and thrust smoothly into her steamy cunt again and again until he slowly withdrew.

Strong arms folded her close, then helped her down from the treehouse and carried her through the dark backyard as she rested her head against a warm male chest, barely able to keep her eyes open.