His tongue plunges in, wrestling with mine. His hand cups my head, allowing me to relax backwards, and his fingers start twirling. It’s too much, overwhelming, and amazing all at once. I’m dizzy with lust. Seconds away from coming when he pinches my clit. Sending me into bliss and swallowing my screams as I violently come.
I’m trembling. My body convulses with waves of pleasure as both brothers smother me. Each doing what they do best. One takes care of me. The other fucks me. Their touches contrast yet are perfectly complementary. Emilio’s grip is firm, his thrusts deep and punishing, while Massimo’s touch is gentle, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my skin as his kisses soften. It’s an amazing and unexpected blend.
Emilio’s rhythm is becoming more erratic. Leaning harder into my legs. I know he’s close. I want to push him over the edge, to feel him lose control inside me.
Breaking away from Massimo’s kiss, just long enough to whisper. “Give me all ten inches, Nene.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Sof. My angel. Fucking cinnamon toast crunch,” he blabbers nonsense, but he’s coming. Grunting and groaning. His grip loosens. “Move in with us. Let us do this every day. Every night. I’ll even build a dog fort in my room for our son. We’ll have puppy birthday parties. Invite all his puppy friends. I’ll be the best damn stepdad, dog mom. You’ll see.”
Mas gasps. Not in a good way. Not sexual anyway. His eyes widen as he straightens up. His fingers stop dancing across my clammy flesh. Wham. Back to reality. Emilio is still pumping. Much slower, not noticing what’s happening. What he’s done. But Mas knows. He understands.
When Emilio finally withdraws, he’s breathing raggedly. I’m left tangled in a web of emotions that I can’t quite unravel. The intense pleasure still lingers in my body, but reality is dawning quickly. Looking between the two brothers, I see the stark contrast in their postures. Emilio, still caught up in the afterglow, wears a satisfied smirk on his face. His brother stands frozen, his eyes wide with realization.
“In your face, bro. You know I tore her shit up better than you did.”
He has no clue. Guilt washes over me. I allowed myself to be consumed by the passion of the moment, indulging in forbidden desires without fully considering the consequences. And now, seeing the look on Massimo’s face, I understand that I’ve crossed a line that I can never uncross.
“Didn’t I?” he challenges, yanking the condom off and throwing it on the floor.
Massimo carefully helps me sit on the counter. The wetness from my pussy squishes underneath me. He gently massages the feeling back into my legs. Avoiding my eyes and answering his brother’s question.
“Not now,” he grits out.
Teeth clenched. Features hardening. This is what we were talking about by the pool when Emilio interrupted, and I was so grateful for that interruption. But now, with both asking in their own way?
“What? It’s perfect. You said you wanted to pulverize her ex, and if she’s here with us, then you won’t have to.”
My gaze drifts from Massimo to his twin and then back. His face shifts again. The corners of his mouth pull down, and he slowly raises his eyes to mine.
“You really want to hurt my ex? After everything I’ve been through, you think violence is the answer?”
A chill slips down my spine. Maybe he’s not the guy I thought he was. Certainly, he could do damage with his muscles. But I thought his disposition would stop him from that.
“Hell yeah, he would. Mas looooves you.”
Massimo doesn’t answer, but his brother does. My chest clenches. Nausea swims in my stomach. What I took as a fun weekend, a chance to have my first and now only threesome, has taken a bad turn. Straight into the ditch. If he has feelings for me. If he loves me, which I don’t even know how that’s possible after a little over a month, then I need to cut this off. Stop this from going any further. Because there’s no way he could love me. He barely knows me.
“I need a shower.”
Create a diversion. Then get out of here. I don’t even really know where I’m at. Somewhere in the fancy part of town where women drive Mercedes worth more than my annual salary and nannies walk the dogs alongside the kids.
“Sofia.”
A plea from Massimo.
But I’m already scooting off the counter, careful not to step on Em’s used condom and cross the bathroom in search of towels. I feel both eyes on me. Emilio is oddly quiet. Maybe he’s finally reading the room.
“Cool, shower sex! I get dibs on the hot water first.”
Or maybe not.
“No, Nene. Only me. You and your brother, go clean up elsewhere.” I open the cabinet to find a stack of misfolded towels. Grabbing two, I smell them to ensure they are clean. “Now go.”
“Ugh, that’s not fair. I need to shower too. My chubby is filthy. He needs a special cleaning in your hidey-hole. They say pussies are like self-cleaning ovens, and mine wants to be cleaned by your oven.” He’s hobbling toward me, but Mas blocks him with his body. Finally ripping the condom off his dick and throwing it in the trash can.
“Shut the fuck up and leave her alone. You already said enough.”
“What did I do now?”
