by Terry Towers
“Something like that,” Sam confirmed. “We both want you. We’re both in love with you. We’ve shared virtually everything all our lives.”
“So why not a woman too?” I joked, but was halfway serious. How would it work? “Aren’t there a lot of complications? Who would I sleep with? What if things got to the point where…” I didn’t even want to finish my thought, it seemed so crazy.
“You’d sleep with whomever you wanted.” Sam explained. “Sexually, we could switch it up. You could have sex with us individually-”
“-Or we could take you together and leave you so satisfied and exhausted you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven, honey,” Eric whispered in my ear, finishing his brother’s thought. The feel of his warm breath and his words sent a surge of desire through me, igniting the fire between my legs. But he didn’t stop there. He brushed his lips up and down the side of my neck, nipping lightly.
I moaned softly, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against his shoulder and basking in the soft, sweet sensations Eric was provoking within me to sweep me away. I heard a step and felt Sam’s presence near me.
Opening my eyes, my gaze locked with Sam’s, and I knew exactly what he meant by sharing. There was no doubt in my mind, and the idea sent a thrill through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“I have to be dreaming,” I whispered.
“Not a dream, baby.” Sam said as he slowly lowered his lips to mine. “If you want us?”
“Oh, I do.” I reached out to Sam and fisted the front of his black t-shirt, pulling him to me. “I’ve wanted you both for so long.”
He smiled, grazing my cheek with the back of his hand before lowering his lips to mine. As our lips touched, I tasted peppermint, his favourite flavor of gum. It just so happened to be mine as well. And his scent, unlike Eric’s, which was deep and spicy, was light and refreshing, like the smell of linen fresh off the clothes line. It was an amazing combination and suited their personalities perfectly.
“You’ve been the near-death of us, Andrea Carrie Fox,” Eric murmured in my ear before his lips moved back down my neck and then he nipped at the delicate flesh, just hard enough to make me moan against Sam’s lips.
Sam’s lips left mine way too soon, and I whimpered a protest as he pulled his lips away. “Sam, what?” I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him.
“So what do you say Andrea?”
I shuddered. “About?”
He grinned. “About trying this with the two of us?”
Closing my eyes, I moaned again as Eric’s teeth bit down lightly on my bare shoulder. My eyes flew open. Bare shoulder? But… Looking down, I noticed that most of the buttons on my shirt were undone, and my blouse was slowly being slipped off of my shoulders.
Sam chuckled. “You’re blushing.”
Chewing at my lip, I didn’t think I could respond without moaning out the entire sentence. My core was growing warmer, and there was a dampness beginning to make itself known between my legs. I squirmed, trying to relieve some of the tension there, but I knew the only way I would be able to relieve the ache would be with help from the brothers.
“I think she’s on board, Sam.” Eric stated, kissing my shoulders as his hands slipped to my shoulders and pushed the shirt all the way down my arms. The remaining two buttons somehow came undone, and the shirt fell uselessly to the floor at my feet.
“Are you, Andy?” Sam asked as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on my collarbone and slowly worked his way across to the center of my chest. Sam’s head dipped lower, his lips ghosting across the tops of my breasts constrained in a purple satin, Victoria’s Secret push-up bra. My breasts were already a nice size, but the bra gave me killer cleavage.
“Better question is, can she handle the both of us, Sam?” Eric chuckled, a low throaty sound.
Oh dear god, I really didn’t know if I could. This was like a fantasy come to life, and while I was enjoying every second, I was also completely terrified.
Chapter 17
Sam
Seducing Andy in the bar less than a half of an hour after the guests and staff had cleared out hadn’t been part of the plan Eric and I had come up with. Though how many plans came to fruition the way they were initially thought up, anyhow? We’d planned on taking her home, sitting her down, and having a nice long conversation with her about the possibilities. Pros and cons. All that boring stuff.
Instead, her clothing was slowly getting stripped away, and I was so damned hard that I was scared my dick would bust the zipper of my jeans and break free.
I stepped back and watched Eric with Andy a moment. Eric had undone her bra, and his hands were palming her perfect breasts. To my surprise, it was arousing me just watching them, if I were to think about it—since we are identical twins, it may have been because it was like watching myself and her together. Stepping back to her, I fell to my knees, reached behind her, and found the zipper to her skirt. I slowly pulled it down and let the skirt fall down her legs to puddle at her feet.
“You’re beautiful, Andy.” Her body was exquisite, and I had to take a minute just to admire it.
“Sam, I-”
Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on her stomach, just above her bellybutton. She inhaled sharply, making me grin. I started a slow-moving string of kisses, heading lower until I reached the waistband of her black lace panties.
“Wait! No!” Andy grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, throwing me off-balance from my crouched positon and sending me falling onto my ass.
Confused, I looked up at the naked goddess I was madly in love with.
“It’s your turn.” She gave me a saucy grin, pulling her lip between her teeth.
“I don’t know-” I didn’t finish the sentence. I got the picture pretty easily when she spun around and dropped to her knees before my brother. As I stood, I watched as she undid my brother’s jeans and pulled them down. She took a minute to stoke his erect dick outside of his underwear before grabbing the waistband and pulling them down.
As I stood there, I felt a moment of uncertainty. Was I supposed to undo my own pants or wait for her to do it? I was a complete threesome virgin and still figuring out how this was going to work.
She took Eric in her hand, and he groaned as she stoked his length. I was about to start undoing my own jeans when she turned back to me. Grabbing the waistband of my jeans, she pulled me closer until I was standing next to my brother.
Releasing my brother’s shaft, which was standing tall and proud, she began undoing my belt. Next came the jeans. Within seconds, my jeans were undone and pants were around my ankles. She leaned forward and kissed my stomach, her fingers tugging at the waistband of my boxer briefs as her kisses moved lower.
I released an unsteady groan. Despite the thin cotton covering my dick, the warmth of her breath was sending tremors through me, and every inch of me ached to grab her, to toss her onto one of the tables and slam my crown into her wet, warm core.
Slipping my hand into her hair, I wound her long blonde locks around my fist and pulled it out of her face so I could watch as she slipped my briefs down and exposed my rock-hard dick.
Looking up, she smiled a cocky little smile as she lowered her mouth and licked the head, letting out a long, low moan of satisfaction as she did.
“Holy fuck, Andy,” I groaned through gritted teeth.
Her smile widened as she lowered her head again and took the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the tip making me groan a little louder. Releasing me, she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the head, a surge of pleasure raced through me.
A pebble of pre-cum emerged from the tip of my shaft, and she licked it up, pausing a moment to catch my gaze again. As she continued to tease my dick with her tongue, she reached out to my brother and cupped his balls in her hand, gently massaging him. His groan echoed mine.
Her tongue and lips were like heaven, and she was rapidly driving me to the
brink. “Andy, damn, Andy if you don’t-” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence. She released my cock from her lips and switched over to Eric, taking him into her mouth as she replaced her mouth with her hand and started stroking me.
Her hand wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as her mouth, but there was something to be said for watching her suck on my brother while stroking me that was so damned arousing it was driving me to near-insanity. I rocked my hips, moving back and forth into her hand as she worked on my brother.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment of this torture, that I needed inside some part of her beautiful body, her mouth was on me again, and I had to fight to hold off and not come as soon as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock.
“Fuck, Andrea,” Eric groaned next to me.
I felt for my brother. I knew the anxiety he must be going through as he waited his turn. My hand fisted her hair a little tighter as I began fucking her mouth. “Don’t stop baby, God don’t stop.”
She didn’t—she worked harder, moving with my hips, meeting my thrusts. I was so close that everything in the world seemed to fade away, and all that mattered was the pleasure rushing through me. I was almost there, seconds away and then finally, thankfully, I felt my balls harden, growing tight, and then came the glorious release.
Andrea drank me down, every last drop. As I finally began to relax, she released me and focused fully on my brother. Minutes later Eric, was groaning loudly as he released himself into her awaiting mouth.
Fuck, if this was just a taste of what it was going to be like to share Andy, I said ‘bring it on.’ With a sigh, I slumped against the bar, releasing Andy’s hair from my death grip.
Andrea
The guys had gotten what they wanted. Well, at least for the moment. And I felt empowered. For a short while I had two sexy, strong men begging me, and it felt so good. I know they intended to make me feel good again, but fair was fair. I’d put them through a lot this past week. The least they deserved was to be given a little pleasure in return.
“You’re incredible Andy,” Eric groaned after he came. I swallowed the second helping of cum.
Releasing his shaft, I slowly rose to my feet and grabbed the wine cooler I’d left on the bar. I downed what was left, washing away the taste of semen.
Sam slipped his hand to the back of my head and pulled me to him. His lips ghosted mine. “So, tell me, Andrea, what do you want?”
Eric stepped up behind me, slipping a hand to my mound and cupping me, using his index finger to slip between my wet folds and tease my clit.
“Yes Andy,” Eric whispered as he nipped at my ear. “Tell us. Anything you want.” He slipped his index finger into my core, and I cried out.
I was so tempted to take them to one of the back rooms that were set up for customers to get private lap dances, but I wanted something even more. If I didn’t get away from these two beautiful men, I wouldn’t get it.
“No. Wait.” I pulled away from the brothers, and it was evident in their expressions neither one of them expected this.
“What’s wrong?” they said in unison, looking at each other, confused, then back at me.
I had to laugh. They were adorable, looking so vulnerable like this. Both waiting to satisfy me. “So you two want to please me?” I was tempted to cover myself up, they were both looking at me with such hunger, their eyes drinking in each and every inch of my body, but I refused myself the luxury.
“What baby?” Eric asked, putting himself away and doing his pants back up.
“Anything.” Sam jerked his thumb towards the private dance room. We can move this to one of the unused rooms, since it would be more comfortable.
I shook my head. “Later.” I caught my lower lip between my teeth and looked towards the stage. “You two saw me dance. I want to see you guys.”
Eric’s brow creased. “See what?”
“What are you talking about Andy?” Sam asked.
I walked toward the stage, putting a little away to my hips for the brother’s benefit. Once I reached the stage, I spun around and hoisted myself onto it. “If you two strip for me on stage-” I leaned back, I spread my legs wide, exposing myself to them. “-you two will get to fuck me—anywhere.” Despite my attempts to appear cool and collected, I was trembling inside, praying that my attempt at being playful and seductive didn’t end up looking silly.
Their mouths dropped open as they stared at me a moment.
“Strip for you?” I could hear the hesitation in Eric’s voice. Sam I figured would do it, but Eric would be the harder sell.
“Uh-huh. And once you’re both naked, I want you both to take me.” I patted the stage under me. “Right here, center stage.”
As predicted, Sam didn’t hesitate. “You’ve got it, baby,” he said, walking past me and hopping up on stage.
I shifted my attention back to Eric, pulling my lip between my teeth and putting on a pouty look for him. “Please? You can have anything once you’re done.”
Eric hesitated another minute before nodded. “Okay. Alright.”
Ecstatic over the idea of seeing them strip for me, a grinned as I pushed myself off of the side of the stage and took a seat at a two-person table at the front of the stage. Despite agreeing Eric didn’t seem to be as sold on the idea. By the time he’d hopped onto the platform, Sam had already selected a song and was waiting until Eric was ready to start it.
“I can’t dance, Andrea.”
I grinned. “Just doing your best is sexy.”
Eric huffed, then turned to Sam. “Okay, start the music. Let’s get this over with.”
“You’ll do great, Eric.” He shot me a look that said he didn’t think so.
Sam started the music, and I had to laugh because Sam chose the song I’d seen one of the strippers dance to at the other club, “Pony” by Ginuwine.
Eric froze for a second, looking like a deer in the headlights, but Sam set into action, moving his body to the rhythm of the music. I started moving in time along with the rhythm. It was a catchy song that almost demanded anyone hearing it sway and move.
To my surprise, Eric seemed to shake free of his momentary stage fright and began to move his hips to the beat. Sam was already starting to shed his jeans by the time Eric got to pulling his shirt up and over his head.
As the music progressed, I watched, getting hotter and hornier by the second. The men before me had insane bodies, their muscles hard lines that I was dying to run my fingers across. And their dicks, oh god, they were thick and perfect. Even though I’d offered for them to take me at the same time, I wasn’t sure if I could take them both, but I was getting so hot watching them that I was damned well going to give it a shot. Admittedly, taking them one at a time certainly had its advantages.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, Sam began to pull them down. I wiggled on the edge of my seat waiting for the big reveal. But then he released the waistband and gave me a cocky grin.
“Come on, Sam, take it off!”
Sam reached out and beckoned me over to the stage with his index finger. I shook my head. Eric had already shed his underwear, and his dick was hard and awaiting me. He joined Sam in his attempt to lure me to the stage, though he did it by stroking his shaft, preparing himself for me. It was so fucking hot I nearly came just watching him.
The song ended, and a new song took its place.
“You didn’t finish in time,” I said as I stood and pulled myself up and onto the stage.
“I was leaving it for you, baby.” Sam strode up to me, slid his hands around my waist, and pulled me to him. His dick was hard as it pressed against my stomach. I didn’t waste time, I yanked his boxers down, and he kicked them off to the side when they fell to his ankles.
Sam’s mouth came crashing down on mine, claiming me with heat and passion. I rubbed up against him, his naked dick a tease against me. Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted them both more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.
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bsp; The wetness between my legs intensified, and I clung tight to his hard, muscular shoulders, attempting to push down the desire before I came. When the kiss ended, I was left panting and yearning for more.
“Now, it’s time for you to live up to your part of the bargain.” I looked around Sam to see that Eric had placed a blanket on the stage. And just like, that my confidence left me, and I felt a tad scared. This was it. My god, I was going to make love to them, here and now.
“Are you okay?” I looked up at Sam and smiled, nodding.
“Of course.” Reaching up, I touched the side of his face, which bore a five o’clock shadow. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time now.”
He returned my smile and pulled me into his for a quick hug. “We’ll only do what you’re comfortable with, okay?”
