by Roz Lee
“That’s good. The latest results will be enough.”
“I’ll get ‘em,” Jason said. He slid off the barstool and before Megan could organize her thoughts, he was back, sliding two sheets of paper at her. She perused them with a critical eye, found what she wanted – and a few more things she didn’t have the right to know.
“You both need to seriously work on your cholesterol levels,” she said with a grin.
“Thanks, Nurse Megan,” Jeff said. “What do you suggest?”
“A healthy diet, and plenty of exercise?” she quipped.
“And what kind of exercise do you have in mind?” Jeff’s voice had lost all humor. It was now or never. She’d opened the door to more, and if she backed out now, she’d lose more than great sex – she’d lose two friends.
“I have some ideas, but first I want to get to know you better.” They both opened their mouths to protest, but Megan continued before they could get the words out. “That didn’t come out right. What I mean is, I want to get to know your bodies better. You’re very much alike, but there are subtle differences. So, this is what I have in mind...”
A few minutes later, Megan watched as Jeff and Jason removed their clothing. Jason tossed his impatiently aside, while Jeff took the time to fold and stack his. Her mouth watered as acres of smooth skin came into view, one section at a time. It was almost too much to take in all at once, but she’d asked for this, and she wasn’t going to back down now.
“Those too,” she wiggled her finger to indicate the last stitches of clothing – well filled out briefs. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen them before, but this was different.
“Okay, but how long is this going to take?” Jason groused. “I’m already hurting here.”
“Not long, I promise. I just want to familiarize myself with your bodies. I’m sure there are differences.”
“He has a big-assed scar on his chest,” Jeff pointed out as he folded the last garment and added it to the stack he’d made on the dresser.
“I know that, but there has to be more. How else can you explain how I knew you apart that day you came to the hospital?”
Broad shoulders shrugged as they considered the inexplicable truth. She had been able to tell them apart even when they weren’t side by side, and now she had the chance to examine them closely with the goal of being able to distinguish between them with her eyes closed. She’d yet to let them in on that part, but she would soon enough.
“Go ahead then,” Jeff said.
She stood back as far as the confines of her bedroom would allow. At first glance, they were indeed identical, but as a nurse, she was trained to observe carefully. She studied the outlines of their bodies, noting the subtle difference in the curve of their shoulders and thighs. Moving closer, she noted how Jeff’s right shoulder was somewhat stronger than his left. His pitching arm. It made sense. She stepped closer and placed her hands on his shoulders. His skin burned beneath her palms.
* * * *
Her hands on him were the purest form of torture. Jeff craved her touch, but at the same time refraining from grabbing her and returning the favor took more control than facing any batter in the league.
“This shoulder is larger than the other,” she observed. “Let me see your arms.” He held his arms out and she ran her hands along the corded muscles from shoulder to wrist. “So strong, but the muscles of your right arm are more defined than your left.” Wrapping her fingers around his wrists, she turned his hands palm up. She examined the left one first, then the right. “Just as I thought, the fingers of your right hand are more callused than your left.” She took her time studying his right hand, learning every callus with first her fingertips, then her lips. Jeff jerked to attention as she sucked his index finger into her mouth.
“Christ, Megan,” he hissed.
“Shh,” she whispered. “You said I could look all I want. That’s what I’m doing.”
“What about me?” Jason said.
“You’re next. Don’t worry. I’ll give you all my attention in a few minutes.” She dropped Jeff’s right hand back to his side and continued her leisurely inspection. He groaned as she traced his pectorals with her index finger, stopping to tease and lick the flat copper discs there. His dick leapt to attention, straining for her to taste it as well.
“No touching yourself,” she scolded when Jason took his cock in hand. “Tonight is my night. I’ll do all the touching.”
Jeff understood his brother’s torment. It was all he could do to remain still, and if his cock got any harder he could use it as a battering ram.
“Then come on woman,” Jason urged. “Touch me.”
“Soon, I promise.”
Jeff had been through dozens of physicals, but nothing compared to this slow, torturous exploration. Megan’s deft fingers found every nerve ending, touching, stroking until his skin was on fire and his dick throbbed with his rapid heartbeat. She pushed his legs apart so his balls hung free while she trailed her hands over his back. He locked his knees to remain upright when she slid a finger between his ass cheeks, then lower. His balls drew tight as she explored him from behind.
“You’re going to have to stop – unless you want to see me come,” he warned with the last bit of sanity he had.
Her hands left him and he forced his muscles to relax. Too bad his dick wasn’t paying attention. It was still bobbing like an eager puppy begging for scraps. She’d touched everything but his cock, and that part of his anatomy was none too happy about it.
* * * *
Jason didn’t know which was going to explode first, his head or his dick. Watching Megan’s hands covering every inch of his brother was killing him, imagining how it would feel when she got to him. And when she did, her hands were silk, fluttering over his skin, igniting fires wherever she touched.
He couldn’t care less that his shoulders were equal in musculature or that his forearms were thicker than Jeff’s. She ignored the scar on his chest, instead, flicking her tongue over his nipples as she had with Jeff. He thought she made some comment afterwards, but her tongue on him short-circuited his auditory system. He couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. But he could feel, and that was enough to drive him insane. He had to have her. Had to spend as much time learning her body as she was his. It was only fair.
“Megan.” He forced her name through clenched teeth.
“Almost through here,” she said from behind him. He couldn’t help but squirm when she explored his ass, then his balls. Thank God, she was a nurse because he was going to have a heart attack if she didn’t stop the torture soon.
* * * *
Megan smiled to herself as she fondled Jason’s balls. Telling the twins apart wasn’t going to be easy, but if she kept her wits about her, she should be able to do it. There were enough subtle physical differences to distinguish one from the other – under the right circumstances. The real test would be telling them apart without benefit of sight. If this relationship were going to work, she couldn’t think of them as one, she had to learn what made them individuals and respond to them accordingly. As alike as they were, they were two different people, two different men who would be touching her.
Her trained eye noted their rapid breathing and the flush of their skin. She had to give them credit for the control they exhibited while she learned their bodies. Other than the one time Jason had twitched, they had remained statue still, but it was time for that to come to an end.
“I saved these for last,” she said as she wrapped a fist around each velvet-encased cock. The groans and identical strings of curses her actions coaxed from Jeff and Jason sent a bolt of desire through her. She still wasn’t sure she wanted to have them both at the same time – the idea was as frightening as it was arousing, but she was ready to feel them inside her in the traditional way.
“You’re large – both of you.” Her comment earned another string of curses interlaced with a few promises she was all too eager to take them up on. She rele
ased them and received yet another creative exclamation from each of them. Ignoring their protests, she crossed to the neat stack of Jeff’s clothing and picked up the item she wanted.
Megan held up the necktie she’d taken from Jeff’s things. “Would one of you use this to blindfold me, please?”
“It’s my tie. I’ll do it,” Jeff said, reaching for the length of navy silk. Megan turned slightly so he had access to the back of her head.
“What’s the blindfold for?” Jason asked.
“It’s a test, sort of. For me. I want the two of you to make love to me – slowly. Don’t tell me what you’re going to do next, or who’s doing it. I want to see if I can tell you apart using my other senses.”
Jeff completed the knot and turned her. “How’s that? Not too tight?”
“No. It’s perfect. I can’t see a thing.”
“Now what?” Jason asked.
“Now, I need you to touch me – both of you. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Jeff signaled Jason to change places with him, then they began to peel Megan out of her clothes. He wasn’t sure why it mattered for her to tell them apart, but if she wanted them to test her, he was all for it. Like all twins, they’d done their share of trading places as kids. As adults, the challenge hadn’t seemed like much fun – until now.
She allowed them to remove her blouse and slacks so she stood there in nothing but two wickedly small scraps of black lace. Thankfully, he and Jason didn’t need spoken language to communicate. One glance at his brother and the two reached a silent agreement. Megan Long wasn’t going to know who was touching her, and if they did it right – she wouldn’t care.
Megan gasped as the brothers touched her. She’d expected them to get into the spirit of the game, softly touching, caressing her, allowing her to guess whose hand was where. Instead, they launched an all out assault on her senses. One minute she was shivering in anticipation of that first touch, and the next her brain was scrambling to make sense of all the incoming stimuli.
Hands and lips, and hard bodies were everywhere. One of them crushed her back to his front, slipping a long-fingered hand past the elastic band of her panties while the other pushed her bra up, freeing her breasts. Hands swept beneath her breasts, crushing them together a fraction of a second before he sucked one aching nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. Megan searched her memory bank trying to distinguish between her lovers. Which one was at her back? Which one had her breast in his mouth while the other stroked her folds? She tried to focus on their touch. If she could isolate the details, she would know which hand belonged to which brother. Was that a left hand, or a right? Jeff’s left hand was smoother than his right.
Before she could distinguish any difference, she was flat on her back and her panties and bra were gone, slipped from her faster than wrapping paper on Christmas morning. Hands stroked her most intimate places. Lips and tongues feasted. Legs twined with hers, twisting her this way and that as they manipulated her body like a tactile tornado. She’d never felt so much at once. Her brain lit up like a Las Vegas marquee as every nerve ending fired simultaneously.
She cried out as one of them buried his face between her legs, tonguing her clit, then dipping lower to taste her pussy. Cradled in strong arms, callused fingers stroked her cheek, while whispered words brushed across her ear.
“Shh, darling. You’re ours now,” he crooned. “Let yourself go, then we’ll show you how to fly.”
Megan whimpered as the warm mouth left her. The strong arms that had been holding her on one side slid away, replaced by a set on the other side. As if hearing in stereo, a rough voice whispered in her other ear. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re ready for us.” Then a solid male weight pressed her into the mattress and no sooner had she felt the pressure between her legs, than a cock slid inside her, hard and hot and big. She gasped as her body stretched to take him all in. Which one was it? Jeff or Jason? “God, that’s beautiful.” The words met her ear as a heated palm stroked her hip and along her splayed thigh. “A few strokes, then we’ll have all of you.”
She tried to wrap her mind around the cryptic remark, but couldn’t think for the exquisite sensation of the cock sliding out, then back in with such tender talent. Dear God, he felt wonderful. Her hips rose and fell with his, driving him deeper each time. The heavy male body on top of her felt like heaven, molding her breasts to his hard chest while his brother pressed close to her side.
Chapter Nine
“She’s fucking amazing.”
Megan thought the same thing about the man inside her, but couldn’t form a coherent word to say so.
“Let me see.”
They switched places in the span of a heartbeat, one rolling off her to lie on her opposite side while the other settled atop her and sank into her pussy with one strong thrust. Her heart stilled and behind the blindfold, she had a sudden insight. This was different. Sure, the size and shape was the same, but this brother was different. Her body knew this one. As he seated himself fully inside her he stilled – almost as if he felt it too. Megan had to remind herself to breath as a darkness that had nothing to do with the blindfold threatened to overtake her. She sucked oxygen into her lungs as he slid almost out of her and drove back in.
“Christ almighty!” The words seemed wrenched from his heart as he began to fuck her in earnest. She met him thrust for thrust as if her life depended on having him inside her. Maybe if he thrust hard enough, she could absorb him into her. This was how it felt to be one with another. This was what everyone made such a fuss about – that connection. The instant that you knew your life wouldn’t ever be the same without this person in it.
Suddenly, she knew who it was. Her fingers couldn’t tell the difference, but her heart could. This was Jeff. She tried his name on her lips. “Jeff.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” His lips covered hers in a kiss that spoke of possession, and she knew he felt the same thing she did. “Hold on, we’re going to make you ours.”
Then she was on her side. Jeff remained inside her, throbbing, moving slowly as he held her crushed to his chest. He claimed her mouth again as Jason pressed against her forbidden entrance. Her breath caught in her lungs at the imminent intrusion.
Jason’s arm snaked around her waist and his hips rocked against her ass.
“Relax, Megan. It’s going to be good.” Jeff’s words acted as a balm and she went limp in his arms. Taking advantage of her acquiescence, Jason breached her barrier. He groaned from behind her as Jeff crooned in her ear, “That’s it, sweetheart. Let us love you.”
After the initial pain of Jason’s entrance faded, she concentrated on the fullness and the incredible feeling of safety she felt cradled between these two men. Behind her, Jason set a slow rhythm that Jeff soon matched. Megan buried her face against Jeff’s chest and counted his heartbeats beneath her cheek. Slow and steady, just like the way they claimed her, one tandem stroke at a time. She felt boneless, dependent on their strength to support her.
She’d worried unnecessarily about taking both of them at the same time. They’d been right about the butt plug, and she was glad she’d worn it while they were away. But as great as Jason had felt inside her pussy, and now inside her ass, it was nothing compared to what she felt when Jeff entered her. How could they be so different? And how was it she could tell them apart when her brain couldn’t function well enough to tell a right hand from a left, much less register calluses or the lack thereof?
They kept up a litany of praise as they took her. She barely registered their words as her nerve endings sent frantic messages to her brain from every part of her body. As she lay like a limp doll between Jeff and Jason, their hands and lips made sure no part of her lacked for attention. It was like a drug, this overdose of pleasure. Could one die from too much pleasure? As her body coiled tightly around her center, she knew she was willing to die right here, right now, if only she could reach the pinnacle that was so close.
“Jesus, God, I can feel her. She’s almo
st there.” Jason.
“You’re safe with us. We’re going to fill your ass and your pussy, sweetheart. We’re going to give ourselves, just like you’ve given yourself.” Jeff. Sweet, Jeff. His words wrapped her heart in the golden gauze of love and tears slid over the bridge of her nose and dampened the silk tie. Then Jeff’s lips were on hers, and her whole body convulsed.
They held her in their male cocoon while contractions shuddered through her. She might have heard words of encouragement, she wasn’t sure – couldn’t comprehend anything but that she was dying in their arms, with these two tender men inside her body, and she couldn’t have been happier.
She drifted back to reality – minutes or hours later – she had no idea. Two walls of maleness supported her, and filled her.
“Are you okay?” Jeff again. Caring for her, loving her. She nodded her head, unable to form the words to tell him she’d never been better in her entire life.
“Hang onto me then. We’re going to finish making you ours.”
They pulled from her, then filled her again. Over and over. Hard, tandem thrusts, and then they turned to stone, crushing her between them, hips grinding uncontrollably against her, back and front. They poured their life into her, and her body responded, clamping rhythmically around their shafts, coaxing every heated drop from them.
Megan couldn’t stem the tears anymore than she could stem the love she felt for these two men. She’d never dreamed it could be this way, or that she could feel so much, so soon for not one, but two men.
Behind her, Jason loosened the knot on the tie and slipped it from her eyes. She blinked at the harsh light, suddenly self-conscious lying there with two cocks still inside her. Softer now, she noticed, but not limp.
“You could tell us apart.” Jeff said, a smile on his face and in his voice.
“Yes.”
“No one has ever been able to do that before,” Jason said.
