But Will leans forward confidentially, like this is top secret information.
“And, cha-ching! Lilly loves the twin sandwich shit, taking it from both ends. Or in both holes at once,” he smirks.
Fuck, how nasty. But the thing is, I’m not exactly innocent either. Because my brothers and I often share women. I realize, it’s not the norm. I mean, two or three cocks at once? What girl wants that?
But surprisingly, a lot of ladies love it. They act all shocked at first, but when three cocks come out, they’re hungry as shit, spreading their legs, begging us to put it in. I often pass as the third triplet, and we’ve done some depraved shit that should qualify for the
Guinness Book of World Records.
But it’s all good. So long as everyone wants it, there are no problems.
“So what’d we miss since you got home?” Will asks, wolfing down another egg sandwich. Man, that guy puts down like a bear, inhaling calories.
“Well,” I say casually. “There’s someone next door.”
The twins barely hear, busy stuffing their faces. Finally, one looks up, disinterested.
“What, that little girl? What was her name? She was twelve the last time we saw her.” Tim glances at his phone, already starting to text.
Just then, the curvy Macy Jones wanders out her back door, brown curls bouncing. Holy shit, she’s got an apron on, and it shouldn’t make her look sexy, but it does. The cloth’s cinched tight, highlighting her tiny waist, before skimming over thick thighs to graze her knees. Fuck, did Jessica Rabbit look so good in an apron?
And my brothers’ eyes about pop out of their heads. Will lets out a low whistle.
“Hot fucking damn,” Tim says.
“Yup,” I say as we all watch her fuss with the lawn chairs for a moment.
“Curves for days,” Will says.
“No shit,” I repeat. “And she’s coming this way.”
“Quick, put the newspaper over your boner,” Will grinds out.
“You put the newspaper over your boner,” Tim answers, jabbing him with his elbow. “I’ll be putting mine to use.”
As Macy knocks on the back door, we all scramble to our feet, desperate to be the one she sees first. I open the door as we line up. Macy’s eyes go wide when she sees us.
“Oh, um,” she stammers, her cheeks turning pink as she blushes. “I thought there was only, um, one of you? I mean, I only saw one of you yesterday at the party?”
We all laugh. Will holds out his hand and Macy shakes it, the blush spreading to her chest. I have to bite my tongue to keep from groaning like a teenager.
“I’m Will,” my brother says. He jerks a thumb back at his twin. “This is my twin brother, Tim.”
“And I’m Matt,” I say. “We met last night.”
She nods, eyes as big as saucers in her beautiful face.
“There are four more of us coming,” Tim tosses off. “You know there’s seven total.”
Macy keeps nodding, clutching a little notebook to her chest so that her beautiful breasts squeeze up and out. Shit, does she even know that’s happening? Is she aware how the valley between those tits beckon, how much I want to lick right there and then fuck my dick between them?
“So what’s up?” I ask, eyeing that juicy form, not even bothering to hide my interest. “What’s going on?”
“I, um,” she says again, biting one of her lips. “I’m thinking about writing a cookbook.”
“Matt here is a writer,” Will says, pushing me forward a step.
She gives me a shy smile and looks at the ground. “Well, I don’t need help writing, exactly. Because actually I’m a cook. I thought maybe, since there’s so many of you, you might be good taste-testers? I wouldn’t want you to be stuffed too full,” she says quickly. “Taste testing can get really overwhelming sometimes, there’s so much food.”