Page 33 of The Boys Next Door
“Well, college.” She dissolved into giggles again. Alex was laughing too, shaking his head. She managed to get up. “I’ll see you around tomorrow.”
*
A sliver of moonlight shone into Diana’s open bedroom window, filtered through the branches of the huge old tree outside. She’d gone to bed an hour ago, after she’d raided the dark kitchen for chips, salsa, and a tube of chocolate chip cookie dough, but she was still lying awake.
Pleasant relaxation lingered through her body, but sleep hadn’t come. Her graduation cap and gown, hanging on her closet door for tomorrow, kept pulling her attention. Her folded speech rustled on her desk. Her book could only distract her so much. Throwing it down, she tiptoed to her underwear drawer and quietly took out her dildo.
Though the night was warm, a breeze cooled her room. Her window screen still leaned against the wall, next to her desk. After the twins had caught her by surprise a week ago, swinging their way up the tree, she hadn’t bothered to put the screen back on. It was nice to sleep with the window open every night, enjoying the wind on her skin, no barrier between her and the world outside.
She decided to keep her nightgown on — short, silky, purple, and the kind of lingerie she’d bought in the hope that someone besides her would see it, someday.
Kicking off the covers and curling up in bed, she slipped one hand in the lacy cups to fondle her generous uptilted breasts. Recently, she’d been stroking and squeezing her breasts a lot more when she masturbated, now that she knew how good someone else’s hands felt on them. Two someones.
She was already aroused, and the dildo slipped easily into her juice-slicked pussy. Shivers of excitement tightened her body, but she didn’t feel any rush towards orgasm.
Life looked wide open. She felt wide open, for the first time, and it felt so good. And she wanted to come, stroking her clit in teasing little circles, but she was so sleepy now… As she drifted in and out of soft darkness, her hand dropped to her side, still wrapped around the dildo.
A scraping sound made her start awake. A sudden dark shape blocked the moonlight. Someone was climbing into her room.
“You shouldn’t leave the window open at night, Diana,” whispered a low, familiar voice. A voice that belonged to only two people. “You don’t know who’s going to come in.”
She recognized the silhouette of the profile against the window. One of the twins, his muscular body outlined in the faint moonlight. Alone.
“Brendan?” she whispered. “Ian?”
He didn’t answer, just walked the two steps to her bed. Diana reached for him, only half-awake. Her palms found the soft cotton of his t-shirt, sliding over faded letters on the front. She couldn’t help burying her sleepy face in the well-worn fabric, breathing in the same clean detergent scent she remembered from the O’Brians’ sheets.
Was this happening? Blinking, she pressed her cheek against a solid chest. Powerful arms circled her tightly. A firm bulge pressed against her thigh through his boxers.
When she lifted her head, hot lips met hers. Hands closed gently over her breasts.
“Wake up, baby,” that low male voice said in her ear.
“Wait,” she whispered around the tongue flicking hers. He just pulled back, tugged his t-shirt over his head, and teased her mouth again until she melted into the kiss.
One hand left her heavy breast, sliding down over her nightgown. His palm, slipping over the fabric, sent shivers through Diana’s body. Her nipples were so hard now, rubbing against the lace cups.
She was breathing faster, wanting the warmth of his hands around her firm globes, and she shuddered with frustration when he just kept teasing her belly, rubbing the slight curve of softness that was so different from his own rippling abs, warm and alive under her fingers.
She could barely see his face in the shadows. How could she not know which twin was in her bed? But the palm caressing her belly through her nightgown didn’t tell her anything, except that she was starting to need his touch more and more.
“Look—“ She broke off when he eased both her breasts out of their cups.
A firm tongue met her large nipple, sucking the sensitive bud until she grabbed his hair, pulling harder than she normally would have for Brendan, but every bit as hard as she would for Ian.
He just laughed softly. Dammit, she’d heard both of them chuckle that way — knowing, quiet, like they knew a secret no one else did.
His hand roamed over her silky nightgown again, finding its way under the hem and up her creamy thighs. When he finally cupped her bare mound, stroking the dark curls between her legs, her breath caught. Fingers slipped between her lush lips, finding her wetness. Her legs spread of their own accord, giving him more access to her body. Another hand wrapped around hers, finding the dildo. He took it out of her grasp.
“You’ve been touching yourself, baby,” he whispered. She wriggled as he spread her juices firmly over every crevice of soft flesh. Nothing about his voice gave her a clue about which twin was exploring her pussy with thick fingers. His tone wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t reassuring. It was just low and very aroused.
Who are you,she wanted to whisper, but how could she? They had to be so sick of being asked that, both of them. Even if they used it to their advantage.
She ran her hands over his sleek shoulders, squeezing their bulk, trying to find some clue, and gasped when the dildo probed her warmth. It felt so different for someone else to be using it on her. So much more personal. The round end pressed against her pussy, meeting soft resistance. She wriggled as he worked the tip in and out, just barely.
Oh — she couldn’t stand it — her hand slipped down over her smooth stomach to stroke her own swollen clit. A soft male groan met her ears. Half-closed eyes, barely visible in the darkness, watched their hands stroking her pussy together.
His gaze sent a shudder of arousal through Diana’s body. A rush of juices from her pussy slicked the dildo, and it penetrated her easily, opening her eager cunt. A large palm cupped her mound, holding the dildo firmly in place.