Suddenly, breakfast time became a pleasant affair. Gavin read the news a lot and we wound up discussing the world and the myriad ways we intended to fix it over coffee. In the evenings we watched tv together or I watched the guys play video games.
It was really pleasant but I felt a growing guilt. With each laugh, each lingering glance, each stimulating conversation, Gavin grew more attractive to me. He was a dreamboat and an optimist in the way that Steven was a pragmatist. They both gave a new spin on problems in their own way and I felt myself grow fonder and fonder of Gavin as he reminded me of Steven in small ways and – both in how they were similar and dissimilar.
One evening as the three of us sat on the couch, me in the middle, watching tv.
“I’m sorry…” Steven said after a few minutes of the movie doing a double take at me. “Is your shirt see through?”
“What?” I asked, shocked, looking down at my chest.
“Your shirt is see through,” said Steven more confidently.
“Oh no…” I said, realizing. “Damn…” I reached over for the remote to pause the show so that I could go and change my shirt only to instead land on Gavin’s groin. I removed my hand in shock when I realized that he was completely hard. He was staring at my breast with intent. Steven noticed and suddenly covered my breasts with his hands, glaring at Gavin who was now staring at my lips with intense desire. I felt myself get wet instantly, my nipples hardening with the sudden attention of them both on me and I knew Steven could feel the hardness.
The room was suddenly dead silent as the movie characters went quiet and I could only hear the heaviness of my breathing as I looked between Gavin and Steven, desire welling up inside of me. I suddenly felt tears begin to burn my eyes, my throat swelling with sadness.
Suddenly Steven withdrew his hands from my chest and moved to cup my face while Gavin grabbed my hand.
“Oh no! What’s the matter?” Steven asked.
I could barely speak. When I finally composed myself I drew a deep breath.
“Steven,” I began between softer sobs. “I love you. I love you so much. But… I… I want you both. I just want to have you both. I like you both. I keep feeling myself being attracted to the two of you at the same time and I know it will upset you so I just keep walking around feeling guilty and I can’t take it any more because… I just… I want you both!” I said, reaching my hand down to both of their groins at the same time, desperate, hoping and praying that this would work. I began to stroke the both of them up and down, closing my eyes and breathing with relief as I felt them both stiffen under my hands.
Suddenly, I felt desire overwhelm me. I undid Steven’s zipper and then Gavin’s as they both sat frozen with shock and I grabbed them both by the shaft, working them now, with growing exhilaration, leaning down to suck one erection then the other, rotating between them in a simple rhythm.
Suddenly, as I leaned over to Gavin once more, pleasuring him with my mouth, Steven lifted me up and pulled off my shorts and panties. He entered me and began to stroke me from within as I so loved, gripping me tightly by my curves, holding against him. I felt the last of my tears flow out, now tears of relief and satisfaction. I let Gavin fill my mouth over and over as I bobbed up and down on his hardness, stretching to accommodate his girth. I heard him moan with pleasure even as Steven did the same from behind me.
I then rose from Gavin’s cock and turned around, allowing Gavin his turn and taking all of Steven into me. I looked up at him and felt his eyes fall on mine, dark with desire, burning with his passion. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could in gratitude. Behind me, Gavin helped push me onto Steven so as to pass the pleasure on. I felt myself grow slicker and slicker as Gavin’s moans of undiluted pleasure came in sync with his movements in and out of me.
Soon I felt myself being lifted onto the sofa as Gavin knelt on the ground before, intent on licking me toward an orgasm. Meanwhile Steven still had my mouth captive, wrapped around him, willing him to orgasm too. Gavin reached his fingers inside me and tapped lightly on my G-spot while he licked at me with expert tongue. I felt myself lifted toward orgasm and had to pause as it hit me, eyes closed and head tilted back as I held his head against me.
My cries were soon changed into deep moans as Steven buried his manhood in my mouth once more and Gavin entered me again. I licked all of Steven from the base of his erection, around the sack and up to the pink flared head.
I grabbed Gavin by his erection and guided him out of me to sit so that I could stroke him once more, doing the same to Steven. They were now both completely lubricated thanks to my body’s wetness and I stroked them both, on either side of me, as Gavin reached inside of me once more and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb while reaching and tapping on my G-spot with his index and middle fingers. First Steven and then Gavin descended on my breasts, both sucking and teasing a breast each. The rush that billowed through me grew into an explosion that turned into cries of unprecedented pleasure as I felt myself overwhelmed by sensation as hands – more hands that I had ever felt – ran all over my body, make me buzz to life and feel like I was experiencing something spiritual. As I panted and continued to contort, Gavin no longer touched my clitoris but he still continued to enter me with his fingers and stimulate my G-spot. A new wave erupted from me, encouraged by the growing moans of the two men in my life, who were muffled as they continued to suck and tease my nipples, and stroke my neck, and rub my lips, and brush lightly around my anus and create sensation after sensation.
We finished together, violently powerfully, a unified force.
It was nearly twenty minutes before any of us could stir.
In my delirium, I at least knew their friendship was intact, even if it lay mostly limp in my hands.
Chapter One
Sean and Garrett Davison were my new clients. I am interior decorator, working for a firm that sought out amazing antiques, famous artists and highly skilled craftspeople so that the rich and famous could make their vast houses exude luxury.
Driving up the path to this new house, I felt my jaw drop a little. It was always a little bit awe-inspiring to see the way my clients lived and this vast Spanish-style house was no exception. With a view onto the ocean, the house looked like a dream vacation that someone got to live in every day.
I pressed the doorbell, admiring the landscaping job as I did. The yard was impeccable with a water fountain in the middle of the driveway, trickling happily.
The door was answered by a young woman wearing a tight maid’s outfit fit for a pornographic film. I stared at her enviously for a moment, as her generous cleavage stretched the top of her black dress to the brink. I just wondered if there was an actual maid around aside from the eye candy because there was no way she could do anything in that outfit.
I entered and smile at her politely. She smiled at me, and I swear, her smokey eye shadowed cat-like eyes looked flirtatious. But I did not know how those eyes could be anything but, when complemented by her plump pink glossy lips. Suddenly I felt dumpy next to her.
I was by no means a dumpy-looking person. I was well toned and what I lacked in cleavage I made up for with a rather attractive hourglass shape and sharp taste in flattering clothing, like today’s plum-coloured bodycon dress.
I walked into the living room of the house which was sunken with a view out of a great wall of glass. Behind the glass was a small shaded patio and an infinity pool out on a wooden deck, facing the ocean.
It was an amazing space, one I was excited to get to work on.
“Mr Davison and Mr Davison are on their way,” said the beautiful maid in a husky voice that also made her even more appealing. I marvelled at the sight of her, strolling across the room in her stilettos. Some girls just had all the luck in the world to get blessed with all of those assets at once.
I sat on a bar stool near the window and stared out at the ocean feeling serene. The house would need a lot of filling out.
“Tessanne?” came a deep voice from beh
ind me. I looked around and saw Sean Davison enter the room closely followed by Garrett Davison. The two towered near the same 6’4”, well-built and well-dressed in fine, business-casual attire. Sean and I were about the same age from what I had read, mid-twenties.
We shook hands.
“How are you?” asked Garrett, the younger of the infamous Davison brothers. Sean was the son of famous tennis-player Louis Davison and Garrett the son of a very popular movie star back in her day, Mavis Spicer. Their famous parents had officially joined together as a family when Sean was 17 and Garret 15 and Garrett was officially adopted as a Davison soon thereafter. Nowadays they spent most of their time plastered across the society pages and in gossip magazines. They dated around, going out with actresses, singers, and even a few royals in Europe.
They were handsome, I had to hand it to them.
“Shall we give you the grand tour?” Sean asked, gesturing to the room. I nodded and followed as Sean described the previous owner’s aesthetic and what he and Garrett were aiming for. Modern, chic, natural elements, bachelor pad. I had known as much and prepared an entire portfolio for this approach.
“Well, let’s head out to the patio and have a look through the portfolio to see if we like where you’re headed,” said Sean.
We all three sat out under the awning, the sound of the ocean now audible and a light breeze counteracting the bright summer sun, directly above our heads.
The boys browsed through the portfolio, nodding and even smiling at times as they flipped through.
“This is awesome!” enthused Garrett.
“I have to agree,” said Sean.
The maid came out, bearing assorted refreshments.
“Oh, thanks Anke,” said Garrett, a boyish smile on his face. I could not help but watch the way the maid/model Anke walked away, especially watching her stilettos expertly avoid the small gaps between the slats of wood in the decking. It was quite a feat indeed but she never missed a step.
“She’s breath-taking, isn’t she,” said Garrett.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, she is. How do you focus on anything with all the… you know…” I made a crude ‘big boobs’ gesture.
“You get used to it. We kind of proposed that uniform as a joke – a hopeful one – when we laid out uniform options. But she liked it. And we like it. So nobody’s going to change that.”
“I guess not,” I said. Of course one of them was sleeping with her, if not both of them taking turns. That did not need to be made explicit to be known.
In any case, it wasn’t any of my business. The guys loved the portfolio and hired me to start work the next day.
I shook hands and began to show myself out, insisting that they needn’t bother walk me out and telling them I could not stay for any refreshments as I had to get back to the office.
As I walked toward the slide doors to head back inside and go out to the parking lot, I heard Sean call to me:
“You’re gonna have to loosen up and hang out with us if you want to keep this job, going forward.”
I looked around at him and saw a smile on his lips. He was joking. I hoped.
“Well, hopefully I’ll have the time to hang out if it’s on your dime,” I replied teasingly and lightly. I then showed myself out to my car and headed back to the office.
These were the kind of clients who needed to feel like you liked them. I would get these sorts a lot. Working in someone’s home, crafting how they would be perceived, it sort of made people feel a personal involvement with me. Some of them enjoyed making me run around, executing precise and sometimes contradictory orders. Others wanted to feel like we were pals going shopping and taking on a project together. The worst ones were always divorcees who wanted a replacement wife.
Still the Davisons ought to be easy to handle. Laugh with them, be polite with them, party with them up until at the latest 10pm when invited, flirt with them every now and then, and collect a hefty check at the end of it all.
Easy enough.
Chapter Two
The next day I drove into the yard and proceeded toward the door, adjusting my dress as I did and making my way through the gravel in my sensible heels as easily as I could. Today I would have to start making extensive measurements of the spaces I was going to change up so as to be sure of how many yards of fabric would be needed for the drapes, how much space the sofa needed to take up and the like.
At the door, I was about to reach for the doorbell when a movement caught my eye. There was a window in the foyer that gave me a good view into the living room and I had to blink and move closer to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was.
Anke, the maid, was on an ottoman while Sean and Garrett sat on a sofa. Sean was staring off into space while Garrett laid back lazily on the couch, eyes closed. However the shocking part was that Anke sat with her dress pulled up to her waist, the top half pulled down and her full breasts glistening under the rays of morning sun that reached them, her legs open, exposing a clean-shaven, pink vagina. In one hand, she held Sean’s penis and in her mouth was Garrett’s while she played with herself with her free hand. She bobbed gently and her breasts moved with her head, bouncing with all the flexibility of real breasts. Who knew. They were real.
I did not know what to feel upon seeing this. I was certainly shocked. But I had been around rich people for so long that it often took a few moments before I could register the bizarre events I walked in on. All I could think was that the foyer needed drapes, I could see everything going on in this house from the window.
I deliberately walked over to the doorbell and pressed it.
My phone buzzed and suddenly a text appeared from Sean.
We saw you at the window. Just come in.
I felt horrorstruck. So they had caught me being a voyeur.
I entered, expecting to find them trying to pretend nothing had happened. To my complete confoundment, they still proceeded as they were. Anke did not stop her work for a moment, except to change sides. I stood, frozen as I watched her pull at Garrett’s erection and bob her mouth up and down Sean’s while she rubbed her hand along her clit, over and over, moans growing in her throat as she did. When she had finally finished cumming, she then grabbed each boy by their cock and proceeded to jerk them off simultaneously, her breasts shaking as she did, her vagina now slick and reddened and swollen from her orgasm. Sean and Garrett now both had their heads back on the couch, eyes closed and Anke finished them off. When she had finished she clapped and gave a small cheer while saying foreign words I could not really catch. She rose to her feet, breasts bouncing attractively as she did and her dress at least falling to cover her privates once more.
“You want tea?” she asked chirpily in a thick accent. She was probably Swedish or Dutch or something Nordic.
“No, thank you,” I said, politeness being a natural mode for me in the face of weirdness or downright absurdities like this one.
I turned back to Sean and Garrett who were now cleaning themselves off with tissues and pulling their pants up.
“What on earth…!” I exclaimed.
“You’re early, Tessanne,” said Sean. He was so calm, I was almost beginning to wonder if I had missed something.
“So?! I should expect two brothers to be getting jerked off by their maid when I’m early?!”
“Sean’s more my buddy than my brother,” said Garrett. “We’ve known each other 7 years now. The first 4 years were spent bickering and hating the strange new addition to our families.”
“The only thing we could agree on was girls,” chimed in Sean. “Which ones we liked. And instead of constantly fighting we decided if we saw one who we both liked and she liked the both of us back, we would share. No more fighting, everybody’s happy and, most importantly, cumming.”
I was dumbfounded. This speech sounded rehearsed and, with dawning comprehension, I realized it was rehearsed. They had done this probably hundreds of times. How many girls had there been in the gossip magazine seen with the inse
parable partying brothers?
“Fine, I guess.” I said, shaking my head, feeling confused and just wanting to get to work and get things done rather than spend any more time thinking about this. “I have some measuring to do, if you don’t mind.”
I did my work as quickly and efficiently as I could while still being meticulous. Any missed measurement would mean spending longer on this job. The work went smoothly and without interruption until I entered one of the guest rooms upstairs. They wanted to transform some of the rooms into various themes. Garrett had suggesting a sex dungeon the day before and I had thought that he was joking but now I realized he mightn’t have been. I felt myself blush at the idea of designing one for him. But I loved my work. I was already picking out a color scheme for such a room.
There must have been something wrong with me. That thought got cut short, however, when I went downstairs to get some water to drink and instead found Anke picking up a pair of panties, stepping into them and then sitting down on a strange, saddle-like seat. When it started to buzz I realized it was a machine. When Anke let out a small moan and giggle, I realized it was a massive vibrator seat.
I did not need any water. As I backed away I suddenly stepped on a foot and tripped while someone yelled out. I was caught by Sean who propped me back up and winced slightly when he moved his foot. My heel must have caught his foot with my full weight on it.
“I’m so sorry!” I said.
“It’s all right,” said Sean. “You shouldn’t be around all of our morning play routines, it’s not something you just have strangers walk in on. I’m really sorry.”
I felt slightly dizzy from all the random vaginas and penises and Nordic breasts and massive vibrator machines.
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