We’ve probably got about thirty minutes before anyone notices we’ve gone, which is plenty of time for these boys to make us all come, but hardly anywhere near as much time as I would like. We’re not only going to have to be quick either, we’re going to have to be quiet too. The walls are thick but the windows do nothing to keep the sound from spilling in from the guests outside, which means anything more than a whisper will set suspicions rising. The last thing we want is for someone to choke on a vol-au-vont because they’ve just realized the humping sounds they’ve been hearing for a while aren’t coming from the woods behind them but the chamber above where the daughter of the bride is staying, while the search continues for her missing stepbrothers.
That’s exactly the kind of thing that would give Mom’s aunt her final death blow, so thank God she’s probably way too deaf to hear us.
My heart is racing with nervous excitement, as Logan pulls me into him to kiss me passionately, the moment the door is double locked behind us, and Jack hugs me from behind, dotting my neck with kisses while he tugs urgently at the zip of my dress.
I’m so sensitive my skin tingles under his touch, and I have to squirm away and stifle a giggle when it all becomes too much. I put my finger to my lips to make sure Jack and Logan both know the protocol, and then let my dress slip casually to the floor.
Jack’s eyes go wide and hungry, while Logan smiles mischievously before closing the distance between us to wrestle me onto the bed.
I’ve had my hair done especially but fuck it, if anyone asks I’ll just say I had a shower.
Logan wastes no time in removing my panties, whipping them off me almost before my ass cheeks have hit the bed, and my bra survives for barely a couple of seconds more, Jack, this time, the twin responsible.
I’m naked before either of these two have done anything more than remove their shoes - even though there are quite significant parts of their body clearly trying to escape - and squirming under their insistent touch like a recently netted fish, my body way more sensitive than it usually is.
I’m giggly from the champagne, and I’m horny because of the situation we’re in, but I don’t think that’s entirely it. I feel like a bundle of nervous energy with a tiny fuse and every time Jack and Logan reach towards me to stroke my skin, or kiss me passionately anywhere and everywhere on my body, it’s like they’re one spark away from making me explode. It must be because of how much I’ve worked myself up leading into the ceremony, and how I feel now it’s over - all three of us up here doing this while the party continues on below us - or how much I’ve realized just how much it would hurt to really lose them.
“Are you okay, Penny?” Jack asks, sitting up for a moment to check me out.
I’m half-giggling, half-moaning, like I’m being tickled and I’m trying to sneeze all at the same time. I nod, “I’m just really happy”, I say.
“You are so sensitive”, Logan says, pulling his kisses away from my inner thigh for a moment. “I love it.”
“I guess you were right after all”, I whisper, my hands on his head to push him back to where he was. “I think the only thing that has changed is that somehow you make me even more horny now.”
I nearly scream when Logan runs his tongue along my slit, my hand going quick enough to my mouth to diffuse the sound.
“You are going to come so hard”, Logan says, ignoring my reaction and pushing my legs wide in an attempt to desensitize me with repeated lashing of the tip of his tongue. It takes me a while to calm my breathing and even longer to adjust to the sensation.
“You know what this is like?” I say, pulling Jack towards me to kiss him between words.
“Like one of your fantasies?” Jack guesses.
“Like the best fucking sex you’ll ever have at a wedding?” Logan interjects.
I push his head back between my legs and pull urgently at Jack’s tie. “Like the first time we fuck”, I say. “Not the first time we fucked, but the first time again between all of us.”
Jack helps himself out of his shirt and jacket, and then gets to work on his pants. “I guess there’s nothing we need to worry about then?” he says. “Your mom, our dad-.”
I have to clamp my thighs around Logan’s head because the little sucks he’s giving my clitoris are way too much for me to be able to cope with now. He’s like a little kid left in a room with a big red button and told not to push it. I can hear him giggling mischievously before I release him.
“No complaints here”, Logan says. “Nothing has changed for me. I’m still falling in love with you and the more time we spend together and the longer we leave it between this, the more I want you. I don’t care if you’re now technically our stepsister, that doesn’t mean I want to do this to you any less.”
As he slides his middle finger slowly and purposefully into my pussy, I feel a convulsion tighten my stomach muscles so strongly it fools me for a moment into thinking I’m about to come. I grab so tightly onto Logan’s hair he nearly screams out in pain and have to hold my breath for at least ten seconds until it eventually passes. That was close.
“I’m liking this new super sensitive, Penny”, Logan says. “What are you going to do when I put my dick inside you?!”
“Shush”, I have to warm him, worried someone might hear us. Logan pulls his finger out again and goes back to his using his tongue, which he runs across my anus too, testing the tightness of my hole for suitability. I don’t know if we’ve got enough time for anal today, but the sensation is so good I’m not going to ask him to stop.
“And you, Jack?”, I whisper, my hands around his dick.
Jack shrugs. “For once in his life, Logan is right. Nothing has changed between us. If anything, today has just confirmed for me exactly what I knew I wanted. What we all wanted.”
I wank him slowly, his pants lowered but not removed, easy enough to get back on again if an unexpected knock rattles the door in its frame.
“You don’t know how good that makes me feel to hear you say that”, I say. “I was so worried before today, it’s probably why I’m really sensitive now.”
“And now?” Logan asks between slurps and kisses around my clit.
“Now?” I begin, pulling Jack’s dick towards my mouth. “Now I’m in heaven.”
It isn’t this, although this just confirms for me that physically nothing has changed, it was the look they both gave me, just after the ceremony had finished of utter, animalistic desire. That was when I knew that whatever hang ups or concerns I had before today would be washed away with all the water under every bridge in the world with a single kiss, a delicate lick and a throbbing, always hard, twin sized set of magic wands. I will never grow tired of being with these two men and never become complacent with how incredible they can make me feel just with a single glance.
Logan steps away from me to remove his clothes, perhaps conscious that time is not on our side, and before I can warn him to the contrary, he’s practically already down to his underwear.
For a quick escape in the event it becomes necessary, it would be better if he were partially dressed, but if he can dress himself again as quickly as he tore his clothes off in the first place it might not make much difference. The creases will have to be explained away in the aftermath, along with the bed hair, the smiles and the smell of sex that we’ll all undoubtedly reek of. Sometimes it’s impossible to hide the crime, but then sometimes the crime is so unexpected, as obvious as it is that it’s happened, there are still those that will refuse to believe it. Even if Logan, Jack and I return to the crowd arm in arm, dishevelled and clearly a lot more relaxed then we were before the ceremony, it’s going to take a special kind of person to truly believe that newly formed stepbrothers and stepsister have been upstairs doing the kind of things to each other that usually come spread across magazines sold in dark plastic coverings.
I don’t bother to tell Logan to keep his boxershorts on because with everything else strewn around the floor there’s little point. If the rest
is off already, I might as well enjoy one fully naked twin at least.
With the boys ready to indulge me, Jack and Logan swap places, I slide off the bed to kneel up against it and Logan places himself on the edge right where his dick can deep-throat its way into my mouth. I’ll kneel like a good little girl between my magical men while Jack stretches me wide from behind and Logan fills me up from the front.
If Mom or Brandon could see us now they’d have an absolute fit. Mom’s only daughter shared between Brandon’s only sons, in the kind of position that leaves so little to the imagination it would be impossible to think of an excuse. I tripped out of my dress and then fell onto Logan as he was getting changed while Jack tried to catch me and slipped out of his trousers and so deep into my pussy you could run your hand along the line between my tits and feel him. That’s right, what we’re doing is entirely innocent, absolutely spellbinding, but entirely innocent all the same. The fact I’m very wet and liable to come any minute is just a coincidence, the fact that Jack and Logan are rock hard just happened by chance. Yeah, right. Even if Mom wasn’t a super amatuer sleuth we’d never get away with being caught in the act, which is why being quick and quiet right now, is absolutely imperative.
I can hear the distant hum of the crowd outside, the tinkle of glasses and the roll of laughter and the much more immediate slurping and sucking sounds of sex in the room, as I gather Logan into my mouth and Jack slides himself slowly into my pussy hole.
I can try not to moan and I can scream as much as I want into the pillow but there’s nothing I can do about the sound of flesh on flesh.
“Harder”, I tell Jack. I want to feel his balls bang against my pussy lips and the urgency of his movements push me towards his twin brother so I can do nothing else but swallow his dick. “Harder”, I say again, and Jack responds to my commands perfectly.
I suck, nibble, lick, tease and bite Logan’s throbbing hard-on exactly the way I know he likes it, swallowing him as deep into my mouth as I can and then draw back along his shaft slowly so he can see me reveal his dick inch by glorious inch, while Jack toys my ass-hole with the thick flat edge of his thumb as he fucks me, his free hand left to spank my ass-cheek or gather up my hair and tug my head back teasingly.
I’m trying desperately not to moan in this position and when it becomes too much to cope with any longer, I have to change. I drop my hips, roll my back up like a cat and force my weight against his thighs, taking him as deep into me as I can, before sitting back to straddle him and encouraging Logan to stand up to drive his dick down into my mouth.
Logan knows this play well, and he doesn’t need telling twice to stand above me, tilt my head back and guide his dick down into my throat. I love the sensation of being fucked like this by him, while Jack holds me around my waist and wanks me up and down on his huge cock.
Jack wants to play with my clit as he goes, but the sensation is way too strong for me not to fall about in a full-on fit of screams, so I have to bat his hand away each time he insists, careful not to give in.
I can feel it building inside me in the same way pressure must build in a volcano under the earth over thousands of years. If we’ve had thunderstorms in a fireworks factories and entire stars compacting, this feels like it’s going to be a brand new universe ripping a hole in the fabric of space and time.
I know I shouldn’t, but I want it hard and now the idea is in my head there’s little I can do to resist it. Logan must see it in the look I give him because he grins down at me from above, and then takes hold of his dick and draws it out of my mouth complicitly.
Getting caught sucking Logan’s dick is one thing, getting caught with him inside my ass another entirely, but time is running out on us and if I turn back now I’m only going to regret it. Something about today has made me super horny and extremely dirty in equal measure, and being the kind of girl that can’t concentrate on anything else once I’ve got an idea in my head, means there is little else for it, regardless of what the consequences might bring.
I lift myself as silently off Jack’s dick as I can, Logan’s eyeballs on my pussy as it clings to his brother’s girth, and command him to the bed. Jack moves casually but urgently, like a prisoner escaping a locked compound, quick but careful with his movements. I climb on top of him, my knees too weak to do anything else but flatten myself against his chest, and swallow his dick up inside me again. Feeling him penetrate me again sends a shiver up and down my spine I diffuse against the crook of his neck with a lengthy, bone shuddering moan. Logan is quick in behind us, pulling us both to the edge of the bed so he can stand with one foot raised and plough his dick inside my asshole. A tickle of his tongue followed by the full length of two of his fingers opens me up, before I feel the unmistakeable thickness of his swollen crown at my opening, the heat and weight of it ready to pass in to me.
“If they caught us doing this-” Logan says without needing to continue, penetrating me so slowly I can feel waves of intensity echo out across my body as though my asshole were the epicentre of a recent earthquake. Jack holds himself perfectly still below me while his brother works his way inside me too, his crown eventually popping past my tightened muscle and his shaft quick to follow.
I’m practically reduced to a moaning trembling mess as Logan starts to take control, his thickness swelling inside me, both of my tight little holes widening, and pleasure barreling through me like water gushes over the edge of a incline to turn a turbulent river into a thundering waterfall.
“Harder”, I moan. “Fuck me harder.”
Logan tightens his grip around my hips to pound his meat into my hole, and as he moves me forward and backward on his dick, I ride Jack so deep into my pussy it feels like he’s fucking my whole body.
Like this we go, backward and forward, Logan fucking me as hard as he can onto both his and Jack’s dick, the world outside as clueless to what’s going on above them as I have the desire to stop it, the swell of pleasure like the steam inside a pressure cooker building up so forcefully inside me, the only thing I can do to stop the lid blowing off completely is grab Jack as tightly as I possibly can and moan my desires directly into his shoulder.
When the moment arrives and it’s too late to do anything to stop it, our bodies slick with sweat, my heart pounding and my entire body shivering with the kind of intense pleasure I thought only drug addicts and religious zealots had the capacity to feel, I already know I’m not going to be able to control my reaction.
I know that being quiet is a fundamental aspect of keeping what we’re doing secret, but like trying to hold back a hiccup or a sneeze, when a titanic orgasm like the one I’m currently experiencing rips through your body like a tornado through a corn field, there is nothing you can do about it but hold on tight and hope for the best.
Jack muffles the sound of my exaltation as rapidly as he’s able to against his chest, but not before a deep guttural moan at the very peak of my orgasm escapes like the howl of a wolf on a mountaintop facing the moon. I try as best as I can to temper my breathing but the second wave hits me so powerfully I can’t do anything else but scream again. Jack holds me tight against his chest, but even like this the sound is diffused at best. If we can hear what’s going on outside then logic follows that the same can be said from sounds coming from inside here to the expectant ears of those gathered outside. My only hope is that sound rises like hot air and the wind takes my moans away from them, or that they just think that a pair of beasts from the forest have strayed far closer to the house than they should, which wouldn’t be too far from the truth.
“Fuck”, Logan says, in a voice that seems louder than it needs to be. “That was loud.”
“That was hot”, Jack says. “You made me come.”
“You made me come too”, Logan says, quieter this time.
My breath still hasn’t returned to normal to be able to respond.
“You think they heard us?” Logan asks.
“I think they might have heard us back in Manhattan”
, Jack says.
“They’ll probably just think it’s the staff”, Logan says. “They can’t tell it was Penny from a moan.”
“That was one hell of a moan”, Jack whispers, his fingers dancing down my back leaving a trail of hot sensitivity.
“Was it that loud?” I’m finally able to say.
Logan pulls away from me and goes to the curtained window.
“Don’t”, I warn him, but he’s peaking around the edge before I get the words out.
“Shit”, he says, ducking back away from the window and towards the bed. It makes my heart skip a beat it can’t afford to lose right now, before the smile that slowly breaks out on his face tells me he’s joking.
“Logan!” I remonstrate.
“They’re all down there getting drunk”, Logan says. “If they heard anything it doesn’t look like they’re all that bothered.”
I pull myself away from Jack, kiss him and fall to the side, my body barely strong enough to keep me up.
“That was fucking intense”, I say. “Really fucking intense.”
Logan smiles. “Same again?” he says.
“Once is pushing our luck”, I say. “Twice is really pushing our luck.”
Jack laughs. “Do you think they’ll have missed us?”
“You two? Undoubtedly. Me? Not so much. You two are kind of the stars of the show.”
“Don’t say that to Dad and Catherine”, Jack warns.
“So what’s our excuse?” Logan asks.
“Treasure hunting”, Jack says, without needing to think twice. “A deep and thorough examination of the local natural beauty.”
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