by J. L. Beck
"I can't forbid you, and you wouldn't listen to me anyway."
"Now you're talking."
"Yeah, just, you know, make sure she's on board with it. I'll kick your ass myself if I hear you doing anything ungentleman-like."
"Why, Joel, I am the perfect gentleman." To prove his point, he did the worst curtsy I had ever seen. "Besides, my gut says you'll be right there along with me."
"You want to corrupt our best friend's little sister and give her the tag team? Jesus, you're a filthy, filthy man, Logan."
"I try. I really do."
Chapter Three
TATE
I managed a quick nap, too frustrated to do anything about my dirty thoughts. The idea of having them in the next room was a bit too much. I was hoping that they would leave, but when my brother said they hung around a lot, he wasn't lying. It was still just the twins, too, surprising me that my brother wasn't back.
I checked my phone. No notifications from him. I supposed he really was as hard a worker as he said he was.
Hiding in my room all night wasn't really an option. I had to eat something at some point, and it wasn't as if I had any real reason to be scared of them. They weren't predators; they just made me blush and generally be nervous as all hell.
Building up some courage, I turned the knob and walked out of the room, ready to face down two hot guys who I had been objectifying for years.
I wandered into the main area of the apartment, feigning a yawn.
"Well look, it's Sleeping Beauty. Guess your trip took a lot more out of you than you thought?" Joel was standing at the stove cooking something.
I blinked his way. "Well, jet lag and all that." I shook my head then looked at his knife work. "You're cooking here? Are you sure you two don't live here?"
Joel chuckled. "No, no. Logan and I are firemen. We spend a whole lot of time on long shifts at the department. Being on edge. Working out. Eating Chili. You know the score."
"What, you live there?"
"No. We have our own place, just that we sorta went the opposite direction of Jeremy. He doesn't have much time yet rents this majestic place, while Logan and I rent a one bedroom where I take the bedroom, and he takes what's supposed to be the living room."
"Running into burning buildings doesn't pay the best, huh?"
"Eh, it gets better with more experience. For two bachelors, though? It's more than enough, and with Jeremy Megabucks here taking the load off, we can put a lot away."
My brother had entered the most boring field possible: finance. He was lured in by the big paychecks, and everything else was really secondary after that. I mean, money was nice, but wasn’t everything.
Hearing that the twins were fire fighters? Well, that just added to their charm. Literal professional heroes. There was something about the responsibility they were showing, too. Like, fiscal responsibility wasn't exactly what got my panties wet or anything, but there was something that just made them all the more appealing.
Like, even if they weren't surrounded by books and computers, they were still pretty damn smart. It's someone who could take care of you, who would be an anchor, and wasn't just about fast cars and shiny new toys.
I started laughing out loud. Me, the eighteen-year-old virgin, looking at these two and pondering marriage prospects and a future for my unborn children. That was entirely too responsible for me. I had to be at least a decade away from even considering something like that.
Logan turned from the couch. "What's so funny?"
I realized that I had broken out into laughter with no real indicator as to why. Apparently, I needed to come off as a crazy person to ward them off. "Nothing, nothing. Just had some weird thoughts is all."
"They about us there, babe?"
I stared his way. They weren't psychics, were they? I’d heard about the whole psychic twin thing, but I thought that they could only talk with one another or something. It was all crazy anyway, wasn't it?
Shaking my head, I went with the tried and true fallback of denial. "No, no, just something funny I saw the other day. You know how it is, they pop up in your head out of nowhere and you start laughing for no reason?"
"Rrright."
"You hungry, Tate?" Joel spoke up, taking my attention away from his brother. "I'm making some pizza, since I got access to an actual oven and not a stove top like I do at the station."
"Homemade pizza? What, like your mom used to make?"
"Damn right. You didn't think I left home without that recipe did you?"
"Wouldn't believe it."
The twins’ mother was some sort of wizard cook. The way she made pizza was something amazing. Delivery, fancy Italian restaurants, whatever. None of those places had shit on Mrs. Pierce's pie.
"Going to throw a little house-warming party for you. You want a beer?" Logan asked.
"I'm eighteen."
"Yeah, and we absolutely never touched a beer until we were twenty-one, didn't we, bro?"
"Nope," Joel replied with a cocky grin. "We were perfect, law-abiding angels. Never even broke a law in private, where it's unenforceable, and I'm pretty sure probably has some loophole or something anyway."
Logan shot up, went to the fridge, and got out a bottle.
He offered it to me, and I felt as if I was in some weird after-school special about peer pressure and how if I took one sip, my life would be ruined forever because this was the first step that would lead me to a huge heroin overdose or something.
Again, I chuckled, and took it. I needed it, probably. As nervous as I was around these guys for apparently no reason, maybe the liquid courage was just what the doctor called for.
Taking the bottle, Logan offered a bottle opener and pulled the cap off for me.
A deep breath.
I needed to calm my nerves. For this. For being around the twins. For everything else.
A swig.
I immediately followed it up with a very visual spit take, doing my damnedest to not actually spray beer on Joel or Logan.
They were laughing at my predicament.
"Did...did you just give me a bottle of piss or something?" I spit it out, putting the bottle down and looking for some water.
"No, no. That's what beer tastes like, Tate," Joel said, switching to chopping some pepperonis.
"People drink that stuff? For fun?"
"You get used to it. It tastes better as you go on, and that's pretty cheap stuff, so yeah, may as well be piss."
"Listen to Joel, Mr. Micro-brew Beer snob and all of that."
Get used to it? I guess maybe I would try. I picked up the bottle and carried it with me as I sat down.
We had dinner. We talked. We got along swimmingly. Still no sign of Jeremy.
All the while, I held the beer. Sipping it. Cringing. I knew I didn't have to worry about getting drunk because I was drinking far too slowly for that even to be a possibility.
The night went on. The conversation continued as I chatted along with the brothers. We didn't talk about anything really sexual or about relationships or anything like that. We kept it mostly light.
Until we didn't, anyway.
"You're trying art school, eh? Going the opposite way as big brother, starving artist opposed to his big, successful businessman."
Joel was sitting to one side of me, Logan the other. I was surprised they were still around, but they said they were off duty for a few days.
"Well, yeah. Life's too short to let a dream go unfulfilled."
"That's a good attitude. Your brother could definitely use some of that wisdom."
"What about you two? You've been asking me a million and one questions, and yet you've barely said much beyond pizza, chili, and being firemen, which lets you exercise a lot."
Logan stretched out, and then shrugged. "Sometimes you don't want to be immortalized through your art. You just want to have fun. Live the good life?"
"Find a woman," Joel mused. "House, two-point-five kids, family. Grow old. The whole typical path in
life. That sounds pretty good sometimes."
"Find a woman, huh?" I mused. I brought the beer to my lips, caught a whiff of it, and put it back down. Hours later, and it was still about ninety-percent full.
"This where you come out of the closet for us, Tate?"
"No, no, it's not that. I was just sort of echoing the idea. Just... I don't know."
"You don't know what?"
"Well... I really, really appreciate what my brother is doing for me. Getting the tuition together was really expensive to begin with. Sometimes, though, I feel like I'm going to miss all the experiences that come with being in a dorm or a sorority or whatever."
"Like what?" Joel was leaning on me, pressing the questions, acting like he was my shrink or something.
"Um... you know. The experimentation. The trying new things. The learning a whole lot about yourself that you don't really learn in a place like this."
They both started to chuckle. Logan spoke first. "There's plenty of opportunity to learn, Tate. To learn what you like. What you love. You're away from home. You're an adult. You're a woman. The whole world is open for you, waiting for you to present yourself."
"Really, huh? Presenting myself? Just strut around and wait for a guy to show up and claim me?"
"Why not? There may be people closer than you know wanting to claim a girl like you. To show you everything you're missing."
"Really?"
"You repeat yourself a lot, Tate," Joel said.
"What do you want, Tate? What's this newly liberated woman, who’s sipped a little bit of beer, and who is surrounded by her brothers two best friends going to do?"
"Um." I was blushing hard again. What were they suggesting? That I do something stupid and sorority-like? Run down the street naked? Walk around in a short skirt with no panties?
I realized I may have had a jaded idea of what sororities were from the dirty books I'd read over the recent years.
"You need some help there, Tate?" Logan asked. "You need a suggestion of how to express yourself as an adult? As the woman you are?"
"I could use the help. I'm not exactly coming up with productive ideas here."
"You need ideas, eh? How about this one?"
In a flash, he kissed me.
Logan Pierce, one of my brother's best friends, had just kissed me.
Mouth to mouth. The way he lingered, too… There was definitely no doubt about his intentions or his meaning.
Stranger still was that I was kissing him back, my mouth opening to meet his, his tongue invading my mouth and making mine follow his. It was instinctual.
Yet as surprising and exciting as that was, nothing lasts forever. He broke away, leaving me absolutely breathless.
I swallowed, my wide eyes staring his way.
"Now, you may think that kissing is a bit tame and all that," he said, "but that's not all of it. Not by a long shot."
"You mean you want to..."
Before I could get all of it out, Joel cupped my face, turned me to face him, and forced his lips upon mine.
I didn't resist. Instead, I did the furthest thing from it—accepting his advances just like I had done with his brother moments before.
With each kiss, there was a rush in my head, so surprised, so shocked at what both of them were doing. Years of adolescent fantasies suddenly becoming so very real and so very adult. I felt the heat inside me start to boil, and I began to understand all too well.
Joel caressed me, his hand running through my hair, spiking up those passions and making them hotter.
As he continued to kiss me, his brother spoke to me in hushed, low tones, his hot breath tickling my ear. "You ever consider that we've been waiting, too? Waiting for a chance to fulfill our own fantasies? From the moment I saw you, Tate, I knew I had to have you. Jeremy be damned, you're too fine a woman to pass up."
Not even letting me catch my breath, he turned me to claim my lips as his brother copied his methods of whispering sweet nothings into my ear. "You're eighteen. Your own woman. If you don't want this, Tate, you have to tell us you don't want this. Spell it out for us."
The ball was in my court, and all I had to do was just sort of kick the ball out to stop the game. The metaphors were mixed, but it clearly represented what I was feeling deep inside. Just chaos, uncertainty, confusion.
Ultimately, though, what I was feeling was lust.
Logan's lips on mine, we leaned into one another, getting lost in the kiss. Joel, though, wouldn't be ignored.
He massaged my neck, my shoulders, going lower and lower and showing that this wasn't a touch of concern for the tensions I had. It was a prelude to something far filthier. Those hands descended my body, going down to the hem of my shirt and starting to lift it up, his brother breaking away as he relieved me of it.
I was blushing again. I was wearing a bra, but this was definitely more naked than I wanted to be in front of a guy. Or did I? Even in my bathing suit, I was wearing more. My mother made me wear a super conservative one-piece from all those years ago.
Now, though, I was free from even her protection, and with Logan's fingers against my flesh, I was pretty sure that I didn't want to have that protection anyway. Goose bumps followed wherever his fingers went…and they appeared where Joel's hands went, too.
Their intent couldn't have been clearer, and that intent was getting me naked. The button of my jeans was undone, my shoes unlaced, and all of them pulled off me bit by bit. Again, I did nothing to stop them.
I wanted this. I’d always wanted this. Only, I was in utter shock that it was all actually happening. My fantasies for the Pierce twins were always meant to be just that—fantasies. They weren't supposed to be real. Neither of them would never fall for me, I thought, let alone both of them.
Yet here they were. Taking me. Feeling me. Stripping me. It became even realer, more carnal as I felt my bra be unhooked. I wasn't just going to be in front of them in my underwear; I was about to show them something that was supposed to only be for someone I was to give myself to.
It wasn't meant to be something I just casually showed off to my brother's friends. Something told me there was nothing casual about this, though. I couldn't even call it casual sex. I knew these guys too well for that. Was what they said about me really true? That they were waiting for me to be legal? For me to be able to make my own decisions?
There was definitely something hot about that. Someone patiently waiting to have you. I suddenly realized I had a whole load of expectations that I had to live up to, and I was driven not to let either of them down.
With that, I stopped being a frozen and scared little girl. I started being a woman.
I reached out, pushing myself to kiss Joel back, running my hand over his head, feeling that bushy head of hair, all the while taking Logan's head in my other hand. Both of them. Both of them wanted me. I hadn't even fantasized about both at once; it'd always been sometimes Joel, sometimes Logan. Now the pair were going to put fantasy to shame.
The cool air of the room tickled my nipples as Joel pulled the bra away. They both paused for a moment, looking down at me, taking in my breasts.
"Fuck," Logan said, a single word that told me a whole lot. "Those are some damn fine boobs, Tate."
All I could do was giggle, but Joel wasn't satisfied with only looking. He wanted to touch.
I thought I liked them touching my skin with a gentle grace, but when he ran a finger around my areola, I realized that I hadn't seen anything yet. There was a whole lot pleasure the two of them could give me.
The little jittering of blissful lightning shooting through me as they touched my nipples was only the beginning.
He massaged them, that soft flesh in his hands feeling so good, and he continued to do so. His brother, though, had darker intentions, more carnal ones. His hands eased down to my hips, to my ass, taking a handful of it, making me gasp in anticipation. His hands curled around my body, going to my sex, feeling the heat that was there for him.
Another ga
sp, this time from him touching me between my legs. Was I that virginal, that sensitive to all of this?
It didn't matter. I could deal with all of this, both of them playing with my body and having their way with me. If this was all they wanted to do, I probably would have been happy with it.
The way they looked at me, though? I knew that a little fingering was hardly the final goal.
Joel's lips on mine, Logan took it as a challenge to distract me. He massaged my sex, making me shake. Rubbing the fabric against my clit, it was as if he knew my body better than I did. Sliding it into me, the friction of it all simply making me wish that I wasn't wearing panties at all.
So I wouldn't wear them then.
I was already trying to push them off and down before Logan did the honors for me, grabbing them in a fist and yanking them off my legs.
"Turns out our best friend's sister just can't wait to show us all of her body."
With me completely naked for them, they took a step back, looking me up and down, appreciating my bare form. It made me feel a bit nervous, really. If there's anyone who's ever told you they've had no anxiety about their body ever, they're a liar. I was no different.
I thought I could be better. Bigger breasts. A rounder butt. Thicker hips sometimes, thinner hips others—nothing was ever perfect.
Yet they didn't care. They were looking down at me, grinning like fools, appreciating the feast that had been laid out before them.
"So, who gets to taste her first?" Joel asked his brother.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors for it?"
"Sounds fair enough."
They proceeded to play a children's game over me, tying scissors to scissors first, then rock to rock, then Joel's scissors cut Logan's paper.
"Damn. Oh well, I get to taste her later. Only a slight delay isn't too bad."
"Knew you'd always be fine with sloppy seconds."
"Hey, this isn't to fuck her. This is just to eat her out, man."
"We'll see about that."
Were... were they fighting over who got to please me? Yes, I was a virgin, but I wasn't an idiot. I knew what they were offering up.
