He tugged at the sleeves of her dress, and she shrugged out of it in an attempt to help him. Soon, it joined his shirt on the floor.
One more horrible dress ruined. Just a whole wardrobe left to go.
Her naked skin pressed against his, and the heat grew within her. She pressed her body against his, whimpering softly as she felt him press into her. He was still wearing too many clothes. Why was he wearing any clothes at all?
Aledwen slipped her hands between them and swiftly divested him of the rest, leaving him bare and ready to take her.
She took him in her hand, moving it up and down. This angle wouldn’t do though. She wasn’t short, but she was shorter than him, and backed against a wall just wasn’t going to work.
Without breaking their kiss, she’d already had to do that too much, she jumped up slightly, letting go of him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her legs crossed behind his back, pulling him closer to her.
Cyprus steadied her with one arm under her ass, and the other hand pressed against the wall. Aledwen moaned. The next part couldn’t come fast enough.
With him otherwise occupied, she reached down again, ensuring her other arm kept tight hold of his neck, and guided him to her. Cyprus took over then, thrusting into her, and seating himself so she tipped her head back, finally ending their kiss. It didn’t matter though, not with his lips moving down her neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin there.
“I see you started without me, brother,” Brandon’s amused voice came from the door.
Aledwen’s eyes opened, and she looked in his direction, unsurprised to see his hooded stare watching them intently. Cyprus didn’t respond at all, unless she counted the extra powerful thrust that pulled more whimpers and moans from her.
Brandon licked his lips. “How do you feel about me joining, Dwen?” he asked her. All she could do in response was nod. “I was hoping
you’d say that.”
He quickly stripped himself, leaving him as naked as the two of them were. And for the same reason. Excitement flowed through her, and she was sure Cyprus could feel her reaction from where he was inside her.
“I’m going to move you to the bed,” Cyprus panted, and she nodded eagerly. Anything that got the two both moving against her. In her.
Where were these thoughts even coming from? She’d never been this way inclined before. But with them, this new direction was exciting.
Cyprus held her tight as he walked her over to the bed, withdrawing from her as he dropped her there.
“How do you want to do this?” Cyprus asked his brother, who gave a contented smile that had very little to do with sex. In fact, she suspected it was more to do with Cyprus talking aloud. Saying that, she was sure their ability to communicate wordlessly was going to be a great advantage for her.
“Let’s just go with it,” Brandon replied, his smile changing from contented, to a lot more conniving. So long as he had good things planned for her, she didn’t mind.
Brandon moved over and sat on the bed net to her, making her move so she was perched next to him. Without waiting for either of the twins to make a move, she pressed her body against Brandon’s and gave him a searing kiss. Maybe this shouldn’t have been the way they’d had their first one, but she couldn’t really bring herself to care.
He returned it instantly, and pulled her closer to him, leading Aledwen to straddle him. His hands roamed her body, each touch burning in its intensity. She wanted him, so badly. Just as much as she wanted his twin, who she could feel watching. She hoped he was touching himself too. At the sight of her, pressed against his brother, with the clear intention of doing far more than that.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Aledwen positioned herself over Brandon. He helped her guide him, and the moment he entered, her head dipped forward, and she had to refrain from screaming. He was similar to his brother, but she was already so sensitive from having Cyprus inside her anyway.
Brandon set a smooth easy rhythm, and she fell into it easily. After a few moments, he leaned backwards, lying back on the bed, and taking Aledwen with him, so her ass was in the air and presented towards Cyprus. She hadn’t thought she could get more turned on, but the idea of what he could do with that...
“Cyprus...” she moaned, almost begging, but not quite able to.
“Are you sure?” he asked, placing a hand on her back and drawing circles against her skin.
“Yes.” She nodded furiously.
“She wants it, brother,” Brandon said through baited breath. “Who are we to say no.”
To her surprise, Cyprus laughed slightly.
Brandon pulled out of her, making Aledwen whimper. Why had he ended things, it was just getting to the good bit.
“Don’t worry, Dwen. we just need to make sure you’re ready.” His hands trailed down and cupped her breasts, before taking each of her nipples in turn and squeezing them tightly.
As he did, Cyprus dipped his fingers inside her, making her wiggle and moan. After a few moments, he drew her wetness back and used it somewhere else.