Twin Brothers

“Come here,” Andrew said. He pulled his arm away from Victor and held it out to me. I didn’t move – I felt like I was frozen to the ground. Andrew grinned, then beckoned me with his finger.

“Come here,” Victor echoed. He smirked at me. “You know you want to.”

My legs felt like jelly as I walked across the bedroom. Even though it was only a few feet, I felt like I was walking across the ocean.

When I reached Andrew and Victor, Andrew pulled me into their embrace. Instantly, my body was surrounded by men. Victor put his hands on my waist and brushed my hair out of my face as Andrew pressed his lips to mine. When we kissed, I felt an electric spark shoot through my body and sizzle through the air. The dampness between my legs became a rush of sexual emotion as Andrew slid his hands down my back and squeezed my ass. Feeling his big, firm hands running all over my body was enough to make me moan softly into his mouth. As Andrew’s tongue slid against mine, I eagerly purred and pressed my body against his.

Victor stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders and playing with my hair. His soft lips kissed me right at the top of my spine, making all the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I shivered and thrust my ass against his body. Through his jeans, I coul

d feel that his was rock hard. Andrew gently broke the kiss, pulling away and groaning as I bit his lip. The look in his eyes was dark, sexual – almost magical.

I was barely aware of Victor and Andrew tugging me over to the bed. When Andrew’s cold hands slid under my shirt, I cried out at the shock of his icy fingers against my skin. But soon his hands warmed and I moaned softly as I felt his fingers slide into my bra. Andrew pinched my nipples gently between his thumbs and forefingers and I arched my back. Victor leaned down and kissed me wetly, pushing my mouth open with his tongue and ravaging the inside of my mouth. He tasted like smoke and spice and I shivered as Andrew’s caresses to my nipples grew more forceful. My clit was throbbing in my panties and I moaned softly as Victor pushed me down onto the mattress. Andrew pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room. He and Victor grinned at each other, then nodded before removing their own shirts. Together, they were a perfect contract – Victor’s pale blonde against Andrew’s golden, Grecian skin.

Victor and Andrew kissed again, slowly this time. I watched the bulge in Andrew’s pants twitch and I blushed hotly when I realized that it was his cock. Nervously, I reached forward and slid my hand across his erection through his jeans. Andrew groaned. He reached down and grabbed my hand, rubbing my fingers forcefully over his stiff cock.

“God,” Andrew groaned. He threw his head back and Victor kissed and bit his neck. I could practically feel the sensation both ways – it was like I was somehow both men and myself, all at once. Victor pulled my other hand towards him and rubbed it against his own cock. Both men were huge, but I could feel that Andrew was slightly bigger. A nervous thrill ran through me. What were we doing? How was it going to end?

Andrew and Victor climbed on the bed. As Andrew fumbled with the snap of my jeans, Victor kneeled behind me and tilted my head backwards until we were kissing upside down. I moaned softly into his mouth as I felt Andrew tug my jeans down my thighs and toss them to the side. A warm, musky scent filled the room and my cheeks burned with shame when I realized it was the smell of my own womanly arousal. The crotch of my panties was soaked, and each time my body twisted and strained, the wet fabric rubbed against my labia. It was torture – it felt so damn good, but at the same time, I wanted more.

Victor ran his hands down my body and cupped my breasts. Andrew traced the insides of my thighs with his fingers, gently touching me until I was shaking and shivering in his arms. His fingers were so close – yet so far – to my pussy and I desperately wanted him to touch me more.

“You smell so good,” Andrew murmured. He kneeled between my legs and nuzzled my wet panties with his nose. A pleasurable sensation burst in my lower belly and I spread my thighs wide, eager for more of his touch. Victor began massaging my back as Andrew pulled my panties to the side. I could see my pussy was wet and glistening with arousal. As Andrew gently reached out and rubbed a finger against my clit, I moaned loudly. It felt amazing – better than anything I could have imagined. I felt like a wanton slut as I lay there on the bed, thrusting my hips forward, towards Andrew’s hand.

“You’re sexy, Kristin,” Victor whispered in my ear. Andrew gripped my hips and nuzzled my labia again, making me blush.

“She’s so tight,” Andrew murmured. “Tell me Kristin, tell me the truth – are you a virgin?”

My cheeks blushed bright red. Slowly, I nodded my head.

Andrew grinned. He buried his face between my legs, wrapping his lips around my erect clit and sucking until I thought I was going to die of ecstasy. As the feelings surged through my body, I shivered and writhed and panted with lust. Victor tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. Soon, I was sucking his tongue and moaning into his mouth as Andrew continued to pleasure me.

When Andrew pulled away, I gasped. My pussy was swollen and tingling and I was sorely wanting more attention. Andrew climbed off the bed and unfastened his pants, pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. Underneath, he was naked. I couldn’t help but stare at his erect cock. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He grinned at me wickedly when he saw that I was staring.

“Kristin, I’m gonna fuck you,” Andrew growled in a low, throaty voice. I moaned with anticipation as I watched Andrew reach into a side drawer and pull out a condom. He ripped the foil packed open with his teeth and sheathed his erect cock in a thin layer of latex. I gasped as he climbed on the bed.

“No fair,” Victor teased. “I want her, too.”

“Too bad,” Andrew said. He grinned. “She’s mine. I want to pop that cherry before anyone else.” Andrew grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed, making my body slide against the silk sheets. I gasped as he roughly flipped me over. Now, I was lying on my belly, with my legs spread akimbo and my face bright red with shame and lust.

Victor locked eyes with me. He reached down and stroked his hardness through the fabric of his jeans. As I watched, he rolled his eyes back in his head and moaned with pleasure. It was so erotic watching Victor touch himself. Finally, he unfastened his pants and kicked them to the side. Like Andrew, he was naked underneath. His cock was veiny and thick. There was a shiny drop of moisture beading on the tip and I shivered.

Andrew crawled on top of me, straddling my hips with his muscular legs. I felt the tip of his cock poking at one of my ass cheeks. When I tried to roll over, Andrew pressed me down into the sheets and ground his hips against my ass.

“It’s not fair that I get you first,” Andrew growled in my ear. He leaned over my body, reaching underneath of me and tweaking my nipples until I cried out with pleasure. “So you’re gonna pleasure Victor while I fuck you, Kristin. Can you do that for me?”

I could barely gasp out a ‘yes’ before Andrew grabbed my hips and hauled me up until I was on my hands and knees. He swatted my ass and I cried out – it didn’t hurt, but the stinging sensation mingled with the intense pleasure flooding my body. I gasped again when I felt the tip of his cock poking at my soaked, swollen pussy.

Victor dropped to his knees, shoving his cock towards my face. He smelled musky and intense, like sweat, and I moaned softly as he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head forward towards his cock.

“This might sting for a minute,” Andrew growled. He steadied himself behind me with one hand on my waist. I waited for the inevitable pain of his entry, but it never came. Instead, Andrew’s cock slid inside my pussy with one slick motion that filled my whole body with ecstasy. I cried out in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me, moving his hips back and forth until we were joined together.

“Can you suck my cock, Kristin?” Victor asked. Nodding my asset, Victor pushed his cock against my lips. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I opened my lips instinctively.

“Curl your lips over your teeth,” Victor said. “That’s good,” he added, watching to make sure I’d done it carefully enough not to scrape him. As his cock filled my mouth, I moaned as Andrew started fucking me harder from behind. It was almost impossible not to bob my head up and down Victor’s long shaft as Andrew bounced me on the bed. My body was taut, stretched – positively singing with pleasure.

Victor took one of my hands from the bed and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. He gently moved my hand up and down until I realized I was supposed to be doing that on my own. When I took over, Victor let his hand fall to the side. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. I was drooling all over his cock – his skin was soaked with my saliva, but I sucked greedily, as if his cock were the source of everything vital and nutritive that I needed.

Andrew groaned. He grunted and thrust into me from behind, filling my body with spasms of pleasure. Andrew slid one hand under my body and used his thumb to roughly rub circles around my swollen, exposed clit. I could feel that my pleasure nub was poking out of my labia. My legs were spread so far that my thighs ached from the strain, but it was a delicious kind of ache.