We’re doing this. We’re really fucking doing this. I mean, in the back of my mind I had the thought that the night could turn into a twin sandwich, but maybe I didn’t totally conceptualize the idea?
We all knew this wasn’t a totally friendly bridge under the water type dinner. While they apologized to me separately, it was a dinner to discuss where we go from here, and it went better than I expected. I understood the basics of what both Gavin and Ben liked in the bedroom, but now that it’s all out in the open, I wonder if it’s really possible to have it all.
I’m probably about to join a very exclusive club of women who’ve fucked twin brothers and while I’m nervous, I’m also endlessly excited. What’s it going to be like being with two people? Will it be too much? Will it be fucking awesome? I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.
Not driving myself to the restaurant was the correct choice as Gavin has the valet retrieve his car. Ben and I are standing under an awning as this summer storm works its way through Tampa. In another hour or so I’m sure the setting sun will beout and the rain will be completely forgotten. But what happens after I go through with this? It’s not like a passing rain. It feels like whatever we do, it’s going to stick with me forever, and shockingly, I’m not scared. This is something I want to experience.
I’m more nervous than anything.
Gavin steps under the cover, his dark hair shining with specks of rain as he grabs my chin and plants a soft kiss against my lips.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says. I swallow quickly and run my arms over my pebbled flesh.
When I look over at Ben, he looks so utterly confused over what just happened between Gavin and I, and I don’t understand why. I’m about to ask as the valet drives like a bat out of hell, pulling Gavin’s car to the curb and handing him his keys.
Do I sit in the back? Ben’s far taller than me.
“Why don’t you get warmed up with Ben in the back,” Gavin says easily.
Ben opens my car door and I slide over to the left, behind the driver’s seat. Gavin shifts his passenger seat as far up as it goes, giving Ben more leg room.
“Do you need my address?” I ask.
“Nope,” Gavin replies, as Ben reaches over my shoulder and grabs my seatbelt, clicking it into place before doing his own.
Ben looks at me with the softest of looks and I can’t help it as I reach out and brush back his soft hair and cup his face. He nearly melts against my touch and it spurs my confidence on. They want this just as bad as I do. Enough to agree to a somewhat of an exclusive agreement.
Not a relationship. Definitely not a relationship.
But something else.
They don’t judge me. In fact, they both seem eager to help me explore what I like. I’ll never get this opportunity again and I’m realistic about it. I genuinely know I’ll never be with anyone the same way I am with these Carlson brothers.
So I make a choice right then and there. I’m going to fully embrace this. I won’t let fear, nerves, or insecurities get in my way. If this is as good as it’s ever going to get I’m going to gratefully and eagerly soak up every single minute that they’re mine. Well, not mine, but the closest thing to it.
These brothers aren’t the kind of men to be kept, and I don’t want to belong to anyone, either. This is…whatever it is, and I’m going to savor it.
“You weren’t supposed to see your grade, you know?” I joke with Ben and he bites his bottom lip, that ridiculous dimple popping up as he smiles at me.
“It’s already gone to my head, I fear.”
I tug his bottom lip away from his teeth and glance toward the front. Gavin’s gaze rotates from being on the road and looking in his rearview mirror.
“Have you touched yourself, thinking about that night?” I ask, my heart rating picking up and the need for friction between my legs rising with every second I’m in this car.
Ben’s hand slides onto my knee, his thumb rubbing soft circles against my exposed skin. His touch is always soft, reverent, and sweet. I soak it up like a needy cat basking in a ray of sun. Ben makes me feel powerful in a way I didn’t know I’d ever need, that I’d ever crave.
His eyes are hooded as he looks down at me.
“All the fucking time,” he says honestly.
“Show me,” I say, and his eyes search mine, but he doesn’t hesitate.
He removes his hand from my leg and unzips his pants, sliding down his briefs and exposing his weeping hard cock.
Part of me wants to lean down and lick the tip, but another part of me needs this to last for as long as humanly possible.
Ben fists himself at the base, his eyes locked with mine as he swipes his tongue over his lips.
