He chuckles, then trails a line of kisses down my neck to my breast. “Close your eyes, Little Girl, and hold still.”
I do as he says, no questions asked as my heart eagerly races.
He sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. From behind me, Breckin glides his hands along my sides to my torso, then farther down on one long stroke. His smooth fingers find my clit, softly flicking it. I cry out, waves of bliss rolling across my nerves as an unexpected orgasm takes hold. Clutching onto him, I ride out the undulating spasms.
With ripples still flowing through my body, their hands find my hair. A seductive, musky aroma fills the steamy air around us as they lather the wet strands, scrubbing my scalp and washing out all the paint. I melt into their touch, letting my other senses take over. Keeping my eyes closed, they guide me to the rain showerhead in tiny steps and rinse it all out.
Then, their four hands are all over me. Two rough hands mix with two smooth ones and soft, sudsy cloths as they scrub every inch of my body. I bite my bottom lip, straining not to look as I relish the sensations. Hot water pours down over my head as jets spray targeted blasts right at my back. A rough stroke across my tender nipples, a soft caress along the back of my neck, like their four-handed massage from only days ago, they ease all of my muscles, yet excite my nerves simultaneously. With every stroke, their woodsy, musky perfume saturates my lungs, clinging to my body like an aphrodisiac blanket. My body hums, unable to come down from the high of my last orgasm.
I’m putty in their hold. Like a doll, they raise my arms, tilt my head to the side, and flip my hair out of the way as they scrub all the paint away. They both drop to their knees. Calloused hands scrub my thighs while a fluffy cloth washes my calves in teasing circles. In a synchronized pattern, they switch. Brendan trails his work-hardened hands down to my feet while Breckin runs his up to my behind. With a thud, their washcloths drop to the hard, tiled floor. Then, they guide me away from the direct spray of the shower and nudge my legs apart. I wobble. Reaching out, I hold onto the first thing I touch, Brendan’s shoulders, to steady myself.
Even with my eyes still clenched shut, I can feel their heat as they hover beside me. My nerves tingle, each stroke of their hands increasing my desire. I’m so turned on, I swear, they can smell it.
As if sensing my thoughts, Brendan breathes in deeply, right at my core. I shiver. Then a rush of hot air exhales onto my sensitive folds. I cry out, my body jerking.
“Hold still, Prude,” he says, the breath of each word teasing my flesh.
I moan while smooth hands wrap around my waist from behind, anchoring me in place. I shift my feet on the wet tile to further steady myself.
“Uh-uh,” little waves of hot air from his words tease my skin even closer, “no moving.”
Breckin’s hold on me from behind tightens. Rough hands grasp my thighs, spreading them farther apart before holding me still. The steady stream from the showers and jets competes with my racing pulse as I wait. Ice cold drops splash onto my burning flesh. Yet, even the water turning cold isn’t enough to quell the fire burning inside me or dissipate the thick steam around us.
As my heart continues to race inside my ribcage, they both stand completely still. Seconds tick by, guided by the rushed pattering of the water. Still, they do not move. My heart beats faster.
Suddenly, intense heat envelops my folds as chapped lips suck at my most sensitive area. A tongue darts out, licking its way up to my clit. I cry out, my body straining against their hold. Soft kisses pepper one ass cheek, then the other. Just from the feel, I can tell who is doing what, their touches so different from each other. As Brendan sucks on my clit, flicking it with his tongue, Breckin licks up my rear crack.
My cries turn to moans. My hands fist in Brendan’s hair, holding him closer to me. Breckin circles my puckered hole, then his tongue darts inside. Their moans mix with mine, sending vibrations straight to my core. They lick and lap, suck and nibble from both sides.
It’s dirty and should be wrong, but feels so impossibly good. Less pressure than with their fingers or dicks, but far hotter, pressure mounts inside my body at an unprecedented level. They suck and lap faster, then each add a single finger. I pant, curses flying from my lips as I tug on Brendan’s hair. Angling their fingers just right, they seem to hit every single sweet spot all at once.
Stars burst against my closed eyelids like fireworks in the night sky. My body jerks, erupting in a huge orgasm. I cry out, gasping for air as shocks ripple all the way down to my fingertips and toes. They each insert a second finger, speeding up their strokes and prolonging my release. My knees buckle. Somehow, they hold me up.
I’m floating, weightless, drifting through dark space with only their hands to anchor myself. Opening my eyes, I find myself in Brendan’s arms as he stands, picking me up with him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cling to him as the aftershocks continue.
Breckin kisses up my spine, standing up with us. He kisses my shoulder, wrapping his hands around my waist. His erection presses against my ass as he rotates his hips at a slow pace. I haven’t even come down from my last high, but I still find myself moaning, pressing my ass into his weight.
Gripping my thighs, Brendan kisses me. He rolls his hips at the same pace as his twin, his hard dick sliding against my slick folds.
I whimper, my back arching as desire once again takes hold.
“You ready for this?” Brendan asks as they both rotate their hips.
“Y-yes.” It’s another moan as I cling to him, held up by both of them.
They line up. In one smooth thrust, they both ease inside, Brendan in my pussy, Breckin in my ass. Their thick cocks slide along each other, stretching and filling me to the brim.
I cry out, my nails digging into Brendan’s shoulders.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear through gritted teeth, “we’ve got you, Little Girl.”
Panting, I nod. I try to relax, but I’m beyond full. Hot pressure has already coiled its tendrils inside my core. I’m past the mountain peaks, climbing through the stratosphere.
At the same pace, they slide almost out and ease back in a little farther. My walls stretch. My screams mix with their groans. The pressure grows. Every slight movement is amplified, sensations triggered from both sides of my thin walls. With each measured thrust, they push deeper. Pressure turns to pleasure, the most intense bliss I’ve ever experienced. Their pace increases. My body relaxes, welcoming them as I meet each thrust, rotating my hips and urging them deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it, Prude.” Brendan’s arms strain as he holds me up.
Hard slaps mix with curses as I bounce in their grasp, drowning out the heavy stream from the showers. My body soars, past the exosphere and into outer space, pulled toward the blinding sun. There’s only sensations, their arms refusing to anchor me anymore.