by Roz Lee
“Shut up, Jeff,” Jason warned. “She’ll see for herself soon enough.” He joined Jeff, hanging from the edge. “Why don’t you lose all those clothes and join us? We’ll show you how identical we are.”
Oh God! She really was losing her mind because she wanted to touch them, to test those muscles beneath her fingertips, to have them touch her. Somehow, she knew Jeff and Jason would make her feel very good. She tried one last time to force some reason into the situation. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
“So?” they said in unison. Megan smiled. They were so much like little boys, but all her lady parts were telling her these were full grown men. Men she wanted to be with, no matter how insane it was to want it. She kicked her shoes off, and followed them with the sundress she’d put on when she got off work. She should have been self-conscious standing in nothing but her bra and panties in front of two men, but the way they looked at her made her feel something entirely different. She felt empowered, and bolder than ever before. She reached behind her and opened the clasp on her bra. Her breasts sprang free. Her nipples, already puckered with need, grew tighter in the cool air.
Jason uttered a curse and sank beneath the water. Jeff remained where he was, staring at her. “The panties,” his voice was harsh, ragged. “Take the panties off. I want to see you.”
She did as he asked and Jason’s head broke the water again. Sliding her thumbs beneath the band, she slid the scrap of lace past her hips, kicking them off with the toe of one foot when they pooled at her ankles.
“Holy, mother of God,” Jason said. “Come here, sweet thing. Let us touch you.”
The few times she’d been naked with a man, they’d been in a dark bedroom and she’d been glad they couldn’t see her. But standing there in the bright lights of the pool enclosure, naked as the day she was born, she felt like a goddess. The pure masculine appreciation in their eyes sizzled through her, making her bold and daring. She stepped forward, then launched herself over their heads.
She surfaced in the middle of the pool and before she could brush the water from her eyes, two warm bodies sandwiched her between them. Blinded by chlorinated water sluicing down her face, she knew without a doubt that Jeff was in front of her, and Jason was at her back. When she cleared her eyes, she saw she was right. It was uncanny how easily she could tell them apart, and she’d been able to do it almost from the beginning.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Jeff said. Then his lips were on hers, hard, demanding, coaxing. Hands roamed her body, making her weak with need. Jason lifted the curtain of wet hair to one side and placed a hot kiss to her nape. A groan slipped from her gut to her lips and vibrated there, trapped by Jeff’s mouth. “God, you taste good,” he said. Then he was turning her in the water. “Jase, you have to taste her. My God, man, she tastes like heaven.”
She spun like a top and came face to face with Jason. Her hands came to rest on his chest a half-second before he crushed her lips beneath his. Behind her, Jeff’s hands and lips roamed every inch of her body. She couldn’t wait to know their bodies as thoroughly as they were learning hers. Her fingers trailed along Jason’s chest, over his pecs, brushing the flat discs of his nipples. She followed the contour of his muscles to his breastbone and stopped.
Jason released her lips, his eyes searching hers. “That’s the unnatural part,” he said.
“What happened?” she asked, even though she knew only one thing could produce such a scar.
“Open heart surgery when I was nine.”
“Oh my God.” She half-turned so she could see Jeff. “You too?”
“No, just Wonder Boy.”
She ran a hand down his chest, feeling for an identical scar and found none.
“But…”
“We’re identical, but Jason was born with a defective heart. They repaired it and said he’d be okay. So far, they’ve been right. Except for the brain damage, they couldn’t fix that.”
She was having a hard time wrapping her head around what Jeff was saying, then he added the part about brain damage, and she knew he was making a joke at his brother’s expense. She laughed as Jason reached around her and slapped Jeff upside the head in a not so loving brotherly fashion.
“Hey!” she cried. “Naked woman here. Cut it out.”
Instantly, their attention returned to her. “I want to know all about it, Jason. But not right now.” Her hand skimmed lower, stopping on the softer skin of his abdomen. His rigid cock bobbed against the back of her hand. “Right now, I want to do other things.” Her fingers closed around his shaft, and his head dropped back on his shoulders with a groan. Feminine power rushed through her veins, cleansing her of any doubt about what she was doing.
“Jesus, ” Jeff said. “Let’s get out, and we’ll let you do anything you want.” He lifted her in his arms and they followed Jason out of the pool.
A large chaise occupied one corner of the room, surrounded by lush tropical plants that created an almost private oasis. Jason sprawled on his side, waiting for them, his turgid cock cradled in the palm of his right hand. He was all hard planes and angles, and simply magnificent in his nudity. He hadn’t taken the time to towel off, and water droplets slid in sparkling rivulets along the valleys of his musculature. She shivered with the realization that soon, that body, and another identical one would be hers to touch. Jeff cradled her closer.
“We’ll warm you up,” he whispered against her ear.
With each step, his cock brushed the small of her back like a matchstick striking, ready to ignite. Another shiver racked her body. There was no need to warm her up. Her insides were molten lava already, her sex, swollen and aching for their touch. If she got any hotter, she might spontaneously combust.
Jeff laid her next to Jason, then stretched out on her other side. Hands found her breasts, kneading, playing. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations. Their hands were strong, but gentle. They were rough and callused from years of playing baseball, and so masculine, it took her breath away. When they took both her breasts into their mouths, sucking greedily, desire shot through her like lightning, and she arched her back to give them better access. She wrapped her arms around them, cradling the backs of their heads in her palms and holding them there.
While her upper body strained for more, her lower half went lax. In the remote recesses of her mind, she recognized her behavior for the primitive instinct it was, but the way her hips lifted and her legs splayed in invitation was beyond her control. “Please,” she begged, still holding fast to their heads. Two hands skimmed down her body, found her swollen center and she writhed to get closer, to have more.
One firm hand settled on her abdomen, while another – Jason’s – delved between her folds and coated her outer lips and clit with her own juices. “Relax, sweetheart. Let us love you,” Jeff crooned against her ear as his hand pinioned her hips against the cushion. She opened her eyes and looked straight into Jeff’s face, hovering inches above hers. Their gazes locked. Something transpired between them in that moment. Something she didn’t understand, but something she wanted to reach for with her whole being. He looked away, and whatever it was, vanished. Had he felt it too?
Strong hands skimmed her inner thighs and pressed them up and out, exposing her most private parts, banishing whatever thoughts she had. A tongue swept over her aching flesh from anus to clit. Jeff’s hand on her abdomen held her still as Jason fit his mouth to her and began an assault on her senses she’d never thought possible.
Jeff’s tongue swept past her lips, stroked along the inside of her bottom lip, before thrusting deep. She needed oxygen, and tore her mouth away to suck in a long breath.
“Hang on, sweetheart. That feels good, doesn’t it?” Jeff’s gaze remained focused on her face, while his hand continued to control her lower body. She wanted to close her thighs around the face between her legs, but Jason’s shoulders held her spread wide. He stroked his tongue over her repeatedly, then closed his lips over her clit and sucked. Megan shut her eye
s and bit her bottom lip to hold in her cries.
“Don’t hold it in, darlin’. Let us hear you. We want to know what you’re feeling.” Jeff’s words released her from her self-imposed modesty, and when Jason’s tongue delved into her vagina at the same time Jeff lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, she flew right out of the atmosphere. Her scream echoed off every hard surface in the room.
She had no idea how long she drifted in space. It might have been seconds, or hours. It didn’t matter, for when she became aware of her surroundings once again, the warmth that had caressed one side of her body was gone, but replaced by a similar one on the other side. She opened her eyes to find Jason hovering over her. “You taste like honey,” he said. Moisture glistened on his full lips and chin. “Here, let me show you.” Fingers framed her jaw, turning her face to his. He dipped his head, covering her lips with his. She groaned at the taste of herself on his lips and tongue. It was wicked and arousing. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, searching for the unique taste of Jason combined with her own flavor.
God, he tasted like the finest wine, and she was well on her way to being intoxicated when a hot, wet tongue swept the sated flesh between her legs. Jason trapped her cry with his mouth while one strong hand pressed against her abdomen, holding her in place for his brother, just as Jeff had done for him.
“Relax,” he whispered against her ear as he held her close to his chest. “Let Jeff take you there too.” Like she had a choice, surrounded by two hard male bodies – one, half cradling her upper torso against his, the other between her legs, his arms wrapped securely around her thighs, and his mouth fused to her secret flesh. She’d just had the most powerful orgasm of her life, and didn’t think she could achieve anything close for a long time, but Jeff was as skilled as his brother, and soon she found the desire mounting again.
He took his time, stroking, sucking, thrusting his tongue into her. He played her clit like a fine instrument, flicking his tongue lightly over it, then sucking it into his mouth until she thought she might die from the pleasure. His teeth nipped at the swollen nub and stars burst behind her eyelids at the sharp pain. “No!” She cried out, and bucked against Jason’s restraining hand. Jeff released her clit, bathing the tender tissue with his tongue before capturing it between his lips and gently rolling. “Oh God,” she sighed at the exquisite pleasure accentuated by the brief bite of pain.
She was still reeling from the taste of pleasure/pain when Jeff shifted, lifting her hips off the cushion. He thrust a finger deep inside her. Jason cradled her closer. She felt more than heard his soothing words vibrating through his chest. Then another finger filled her. Her breath came in short, insufficient pants as Jeff worked her pussy, finding the spot inside that promised heaven. She whimpered when his fingers left her.
He drew a slick line south to her other hole and she tried to clench against his exploration. Jason’s hand on her abdomen stroked and soothed as he crooned unintelligible words to her. No one had ever touched her there. Her brain said no, but her body heated as Jeff continued his gentle exploration. His hands stroked her ass cheeks, soothing and reassuring before his fingers returned to find more lubrication. She forgot to breathe as he probed the tight little hole.
Jason relaxed his hold on her and she sighed in relief. “Breathe, Megan. Jeff won’t hurt you.” He stroked her hair with his free hand. “This is your first time?”
She knew what he meant, her first time to… She nodded her head, embarrassed to look at Jeff there, between her legs, and afraid her voice would falter if she tried to speak.
“He’s only going to try one finger tonight,” Jason explained. “One of these days, we hope to both have you at the same time.” She remained silent as Jason explained and Jeff continued to lubricate her with her own juices. “Nod if you understand.” She nodded. “Good. Nod again if you want to try this tonight.” She nodded again and as she did, Jeff pressed one finger past her tight barrier.
Her heart stopped, and every muscle in her body turned to mush. She’d never felt so weak, so vulnerable in her life. Jason crooned something else before he bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Jeff’s finger took up a rhythmic pumping, then his mouth closed over her clit and it was as if she’d been launched into space on the back of a missile – without benefit of oxygen. Her world exploded as her body soared through the maelstrom – straight into heaven.
Chapter Six
She woke alone and naked in the giant bed. Used to late nights followed by early mornings, she wasn’t surprised to find the sun was just a blush on the horizon. After giving her the most amazing night of her life, Jeff and Jason walked her to her room, saw her tucked into bed, and left. She’d gone to sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Now, in the deep purple pre-dawn haze, she let the night replay in her mind. They’d seen to her needs, created some she didn’t know she had, and left her exhausted and weak. Her body still sang with the memory of recent use, but she couldn’t remember ever feeling so…
She searched for the right word. Loved? No, but close. Jeff and Jason didn’t love her, but the way they’d handled her, like she was special, cherished. That was it, cherished. They hadn’t really asked to do the things they did to her, but they’d given her every opportunity to stop them. And now that she thought about it, neither one of them had…
No, there had been no intercourse. She was sure of that. Everything that happened last night had been for her. Not that they hadn’t enjoyed giving her pleasure. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe men didn’t gain satisfaction from mastering a woman’s body, but doing so without reaching climax themselves wasn’t the norm. You didn’t have to be overly experienced sexually to know that.
By the time they’d walked her to her room, she would have taken them to her bed without a second thought, but they hadn’t asked. They hadn’t even acted as if they expected it. What was with that?
She spied her overnight bag sitting inside the door and remembered Jason carrying it up the stairs for her while Jeff held her steady. She pulled one of the extra pillows over her face and groaned into it. No way would she have made it up the stairs without Jeff’s support. Her knees – no, all her joints had been lifeless when they were done with her. Even now her body felt euphoric, and well used. It was a feeling she could get used to, very quickly.
Someone had stocked the bathroom with towels and some toiletries that bore the logo of an expensive hotel chain. No doubt the tiny bottles had been snatched by one of the brothers on a road trip with the team, but as she lathered her hair in the shower she was grateful for their thoughtfulness. The shower was luxurious and like the bed, built to accommodate either one giant, or three humans of reasonable proportions. Water sluiced down her back as she raised her face to the spray and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. Saying Jeff and Jason were built in reasonable proportions might be understating things. She hadn’t had much time to examine their bodies, but what she’d seen, and touched, had her rethinking her estimate. She’d managed to wrap her hands around them for a brief time, but it hadn’t lasted long. They’d both allowed her to play for a minute, no more, before they’d lifted her hand and started in on making her lose her mind again.
She dressed in the jeans and T-shirt she’d brought for the day, towel-dried her hair and pulled it into a high ponytail. Her hosts had thought of the basics, but apparently, that didn’t include a hair dryer. She hastily dabbed on some mascara, and patted some balm on her lips, still tender from the previous night’s workout. Her reflection in the gilt-framed mirror gave her pause. What was she doing here? She straightened and looked around the custom-built bathroom. A chill swept through her, and she had to clutch the counter to keep from falling.
They’d planned to have a relationship with a woman. One woman. Even though they’d said as much, it really hadn’t sunk in. Until now. They’d had the house built with this in mind. Megan made her way to the door and leaned against the doorjamb, studying the bedroom as if she’d never se
en it before. The custom bed, the dimensions of the room all made sense now, and the chill shivering through her body turned to a cold, hard lump of apprehension.
What were they looking for, really? Had they brought her here hoping the house, their wealth, the luxurious lifestyle would seduce her into becoming… What? Being kept as someone’s sex toy wasn’t anything she’d ever dreamed of.
Sure, she’d hoped one day to find the right man, someone who respected her, someone who would applaud her accomplishments, and love her. That part was essential – the love part.
But this wasn’t about love. This was about sex. And she was virtually their prisoner here. Apprehension gave way to anger, at herself for not insisting on driving herself, and then for agreeing to come in the first place. This wasn’t her. She didn’t let men run her life, and she wasn’t desperate enough for sex, no matter how good it was, to give up everything she’d worked for to be someone’s live in plaything.
She grabbed her overnight bag and opened the door. The sun had risen enough to illuminate the sitting room through the skylights. The doors to Jeff and Jason’s rooms were closed with no telltale sliver of light showing beneath them. They’d be up soon, or so they’d said. They had a one o’clock game, which meant they had to be at the stadium in a few hours. Since her only choices were to steal a car, or wait for them to get up and arrange for her transportation home, she banked her anger and headed for the kitchen. Coffee would go a long way toward calming her nerves.
She’d barely noticed the kitchen the day before. Now, she took the time to admire it. Someone who knew what they were doing had designed it. Acres of granite-topped counters and custom cabinets flanked restaurant-quality appliances. They might not do much cooking, but it wasn’t because they lacked the facilities. Any gourmet chef would be happy to call this kitchen home.
Megan opened a few cabinets before she found a box of tiny, foil-covered plastic cups that said they were coffee. More searching produced a fancy coffee maker designed for their use. It took some experimentation and a few false starts before she figured out how to use the machine, but once she had a cup in her hands, and caffeine surging through her system, she began to calm.
