The Twins & Me

What Do You Want?

I kick off my sneakers and obey him, feeling my face flush with anticipation.

When I'm in arms reach he takes my chin in one hand and kisses me deeply. I stumble into him and we take a few steps back.

I moan into his mouth, and at the same time Arlo's back behind me, hands sliding down my sides to my hips. He takes the hem of my hoodie and pulls it up, breaking my kiss with Ollie.

"On the bed, Baby Brother," Ollie says, spinning me so I'm facing my bed.

My full-size mattress with Target sheets are nothing compared to their King with its black silk ones, but the boys don't seem to mind because Arlo climbs onto my bed without further instruction and lies on his back, head propped up with my pillows. His chest is heaving and his hair is a mess from the day, but he's still the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

"Pants off," Ollie says from his position behind me, and Arlo obeys. We watch him strip down to nothing but his boxers.

Ollies hands slide up my stomach and presses right between my breasts. "Want to see something fun?" He breathes in my ear.

I nod.

Ollie grabs the band of my leggings and slams me into him; his erection digs into my back. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Yes, Big Brother," I say, breathless.

I can feel him grin against my neck. "Touch yourself, Baby Brother."

Arlo's mouth goes slack when Ollie reaches up and roughly pulls my bra down, exposing my breasts for him. He drinks me in, and his hand slides beneath his underwear to stroke himself. "You are so fucking beautiful, Wren," he breathes.

I let out a small whine when Ollie takes one of my nipples and pinches it between his fingers. I lean back into him, not taking my eyes off Arlo, who's watching my nipples harden.

Ollie's other hand slips into my panties and finds its way down to my clit.

"Fuck," I moan before I can stop myself.

Arlo can't stop himself; he pulls his thick cock out of his underwear so we can see him.

"You like that, Wren?" Ollie asks, pushing himself against me. His boner is fighting to break free, too. "You like when Baby Brother beats it for you?"

I whine in response; his finger toys with my clit, running circles around it while his whole hand massages my breast. The heat builds up within me—little spasms of pleasure run from my breasts down to my core and back.

"Not yet, Little Wren," Ollie says, taking his hands back. Without warning, he pushes me down onto my hands on the bed. I cry out in pleasure as he strips my leggings off.

"I want to touch you," I tell Arlo, who's legs are spread on either side of me. His cock is bulging as he pumps it.

"What was that, Little Wren?" Ollie asks, spreading my cheeks apart, fully exposing my core.

My hands ball in my sheets and I turn to look back at him, fighting the urge to close my legs. "Can I touch Baby Brother, please?"

"So wet," Ollie says, ignoring me. He slides his fingers along my slit and I fight the urge to lean back on them.

"Didn't you say you were hungry, Big Brother?" Arlo asks, eyes locked on me.

"I am," Ollie says, slipping a finger inside me.

I moan.

"How about Little Wren?" he asks, slowly pulling his finger out. "Is she hungry?"

I nod. "Yes, Big Brother, I am."