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“You don’t need to worry like that, Carrie.” He lifts
the hair away from my neck and caresses me tenderly.
 
“We’re big boys.
 
We learned how to share in kindergarten.”

Nathan snorts behind me and for a moment I’m stunned,
then I see his cheeky grin and I start to giggle.
 
It’s as though the ice has been broken and I
feel so much more at ease.

Aside from their shoes, the twins are still fully
clothed. Ethan leans forward and tugs his shirt over his head while I work on
his belt and zipper.
 
I hear Nathan doing
the same behind me and then the rustle of foil as he retrieves a condom.
 
Eth doesn’t even bother to take off his
jeans, he just pushes them down enough to free his cock, then sheathes it with
the condom Nathan has passed him.
 
I
watch him rolling the latex downward, each incredible inch taking me closer to
where I need to be.
 
There’s something
mesmerizing about the seconds that tick by as Ethan patiently prepares himself
for me.
 
Before the first night we fooled
around, I’d never seen a cock as big as the twin’s.
 
Knowing that he’s going to be filling me with
that hard, thick thing has my pussy fluttering hungrily.

“Sit on it, Carrie,” Nathan murmurs into my ear, his
hot breath gusting against my skin.
 
I
can hear the excitement in his voice and it’s as though he’s impatient on his
brother’s behalf.
 
His tongue licks along
the side of my earlobe, making me shiver.
 
“Ride him until he loses is mind.”

Ethan takes hold of my thighs and tugs me forward and
I rise up until my entrance is poised over his huge cock. I look down as he
grips and begins to stroke it between my folds, coating the tip with my
juices.
 
I’m so wet, I know he’ll be able
to push his way in without it hurting me too much, but I still find my hands
trembling at the thought of it.
 
This is
Ethan.
 
The person I know will always
make me laugh on even my bluest day.
 
This is Ethan that didn’t give up on me, even when I tried my hardest to
push him away.
 
I cup his face and kiss
him gently, whispering how much he means to me and how much I want to feel him
inside me.
 
Ethan’s moving so slowly, as
though he wants to prolong this moment of anticipation for as long as he
can.
 

“Fuck her,” Nathan says from behind me, his voice thick
with impatient desire.
 
I turn to look at
him, and his eyes are wild; wide black pupils ringed by cerulean.
 
He has his cock in his hand too.

Ethan doesn’t waste any more time.
 
He puts his hands on my hips, pulling me
downwards.
 
Oh, the sensation when he
forces me open is almost too much.
 
I
feel full already and he’s only half way in.
 
I flex my hips, rising up and driving myself down harder and Ethan
screws up his face with concentration.

“You’re so tight,” he grunts, raising his hips from
the bed, wanting to get as deep inside me as he can.
 

“You’re so big,” I moan, desperate to feel the full
extent of him splitting me wide open.
 
Nathan
takes hold of my hair and turns my face until his lips brush mine, then he
gently sucks my top lip, nibbling it gently.
 
It feels so amazing and I find myself relaxing enough that Ethan finally
bottoms out, mashing our bodies together.
 
I start to move, using one hand on Ethan’s washboard abs to assist me,
rolling my hips and grinding against the base of his cock.
 

Nathan’s hand replaces Ethan’s on my hip, guiding me
into a rhythm he approves of on his brother’s behalf.
 
I never thought he’d be so bossy in bed.
 
Nathan is usually the easygoing one, but as
his fingers grip tighter I realize that he’s got a whole other side to
him.
 
Ethan’s face is tight with
pleasure, his brow furrowed and his bottom lip clutched between his teeth.
 
As I bounce harder at Nathan’s insistence I
can feel the orgasm building inside me again.
 
Ethan’s cock feels big and good, and the sensation of having two sets of
eyes on me as we fuck is so darkly arousing that I know I’m going to come
soon.
 
I won’t need much more, just the
grinding of Ethan’s cock and maybe Nathan’s hands on my tits.
 

I tell him to pinch my nipples and he does, wrapping
his arms around me from behind and pushing my tits together in the lewdest
way.
 
Four hands move to give me
pleasure, two on my breasts, one on my clit and one grips my thigh, pulling me
down harder and harder.
 
Oh god it feels
so good.
 
So fucking good that I can’t
hold it in.

“I’m gonna…ah, ah, ah,” I grunt out, feeling the
orgasm taking hold.
 
It’s as though all
the energy in my body draws together into a place deep inside me, and as Nathan
twists my nipples hard it flows forth in wave after wave.
 
I don’t stop moving.
 
I can’t because the more I thrust the longer
it goes on for until I can’t breathe.

“That’s it, Carrie,” Nathan whispers.
 
“That’s it.”

“Fuck,” Ethan shouts from beneath me, his cock
swelling impossibly inside.
 
When he
comes it’s loud; all his muscles seem to seize until his orgasm subsides and he
eventually relaxes.
 

I flop forward, sprawling out on Ethan’s sweat-slicked
chest and he holds me tightly in his arms, the warmth of his skin comforting in
the night-chilled room.
 
I sag against
him as he kisses my temple and tells me I was perfect, that I did so good, that
he’s wanted to be with me for so long.
 
I
kiss his soft lips, caress his stubbly cheek, look into his half-closed eyes, feeling
the rightness of what is happening between us.
 
“Are you okay?” Ethan asks, holding my chin so I have to maintain eye
contact.
 
He wants to be sure that I’m
telling the truth, I suppose.

“You have to ask?” He nods and a flash of uncertainty
passes across his face.
 
I guess that I’m
somewhat to blame for this.
 
I’ve pushed
them away for months and told them what we did last time was wrong.
 
Although I feel a stab of guilt, his concern
for me and the way I feel just makes me even more certain about him, and
Nathan.

I kiss him gently again, running my fingers through
his soft, sandy-colored hair.
 
“I feel
like I’m right where I’m supposed to be, Eth.”
 
As soon as my words are out he seems to relax in my arms.
 
I turn to seek out Nathan, to let him know
too.
 
His hand caresses my back and I cup
his cheek, Ethan slipping from inside me as I do.
 
I feel so empty between my legs, but I don’t
stay that way for long.

“Come here,” Nathan tells me and I allow my legs to
drop open, making space for him.
 
He
takes his place between my knees, eyes on my pussy, and I wonder what he
sees.
 
Does it look as red and swollen as
it feels?
 
Can he see how aroused I
am?
 
He sheathes himself, eyes flicking to
mine when he’s ready.
 
“I can’t wait to
get all up inside you and feel you come on my cock.
 
Can you take me?” he asks, ever the
considerate one.

“Come and find out,” I say.
 
It’s his turn and I wouldn’t deny him, even
if I did feel sore.
 
There are things I
need him to know that I can only show this way.
 
How much I love him.
 
How
desperately I need him.
 
How sexy he is
and how good he makes me feel.
 
All the
same things I told his twin.

As Nathan positions himself over me, Ethan disposes of
the condom.
 
He doesn’t come back to the
bed though.
 
Instead, he takes a seat on
the chair in the corner so he has a good view.
 

“Nath,” I whisper as he kisses my forehead, my
cheekbones and my jaw.
 

I cup his cheek, drawing his lips to mine for a soft
and sweet kiss that has me relaxing against the comforter.
 
He takes his time, caressing me, and
whispering how beautiful I am, how good I smell, how soft I feel.
 
When he finally positions himself at my
entrance I’m so ready that it’s me who pulls him down so he penetrates the
first few inches.
 
His eyes are closed in
concentration as he rolls his hips but I keep mine open, wanting to embed this
moment in my memory.
 
My Nathan.

His muscles flex under my palms, the firm roundness of
his ass too tempting for me not to squeeze.
 
He’s so heavy on me but I love how small he makes me feel and how
protected.
 
The hand that punched Aaron
is by my face and I turn to press a kiss to the split in his knuckles.
 

“God, Nath,” I gasp as he pounds into me harder,
sliding an arm beneath me so he can grip me tighter.
 
He presses his face into my neck, breath
gusting hot against my skin and I remember a night not so long ago when I fell
asleep on the sofa during one of our movie nights and woke up with my head on
Nathan’s shoulder.
 
I’d wanted to kiss
him so badly that night but I didn’t have the guts.
 
Now here I am making love to him.
 

Every shift of his hips grazes my clit.
 
At first I think I don’t have it in me to come
again.
 
I’ve never been a multiple orgasm
kind of person, not even at my own hand and with the dirtiest fantasies of the
twins running through my mind.
 
Nathan
seems determined though.
 
He has his hand
under my ass, fingers stroking closer and closer to a private place where I’ve
never been touched before.
 
I hold my
breath, wondering what he’s going to do and trying to decide if I’m comfortable
with this.
 

“Nath,” I say with uncertainty in my voice but it
isn’t him that answers.

“Don’t worry, Carrie,” Ethan says.
 
“He knows what he’s doing.
 
He won’t push you too far.”

One of Nathan’s fingers finally touches the sensitive
spot and my hips rise up off the bed in response.

“You like that,” he states, as though he knew all
along that I would.
 
I nod, still not
really sure how I feel about it, but when he presses against the ring of muscle
there again I cry out.
 
There are
connections in my body that I never knew about.
 
Places so sensitive they seem to light up my nerves.
 
I grip his shoulder, digging my nails in
harder than I should but he doesn’t complain.
 
It seems to drive him on, harder, deeper, faster until he’s forced me up
the bed so far my head is at the edge.
 
“I can feel you, Carrie,” he says.
 
“I can feel you’re getting close.
 
Don’t hold back, baby.”

He presses his finger again, this time in the same
rhythm as his cock, and I gasp, throwing my head back and arching my body into
his.
 
“Oh fuck,” I say, as he puts his
hand on my exposed neck and holds me still.
 
“Oh…..”
 
This orgasm is
different.
 
It seems to come from
somewhere deeper and be torn out faster.
 
I see stars and hear my own wail and for a change I don’t care about how
I look or how I sound during sex, I just feel and feel and feel.

Nathan keeps moving through my orgasm and I feel him
thickening in a way I didn’t think was possible.
 
He’s so huge inside me I can’t seem to fathom
how he’s able to move at all.
 
“Fuck her
harder,” Ethan orders from the corner of the room.
 
“Make her raw.”

My pussy clenches at his words; the dirtiness of them,
the naughtiness.
 
I can see how the twins
got their reputations but I also know they’ve gone easy on me this first
time.
 
This was about us coming
together.
 
This was a cementing of our
feelings for each other.
 
When Nathan
comes he shout my name loud enough to wake the people in the adjoining room and
I want to laugh at the bubble of happiness that forms inside me.

It might have taken us a while to get here.
 
So much denial and guilt for feeling the way
I did.
 
But as Ethan and Nathan take
their places on the bed on either side of me, I know for certain that I am
exactly where I was always meant to be.