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  Annie thoughtfully ate the pepperoni off the slice she was working on. Licked her fingers. Stuck her finger in her mouth to suck it clean. Slowly. Two pairs of eyes were watching her every move, especially when she proceeded to suck her fingertips, one at a time.

  “Tease,” Ivan whispered.

  “I have something else for you to suck,” responded Troy.

  “Later,” she replied, and watched Troy swallow hard. He was nervous!

  The man had a sex flush from hell, and a hard-on to match. He was incredibly aroused. Unlike Ivan, he hadn’t had a chance to take the edge off. She’d have to see to that.

  “You don’t want to ruin that nightgown.” This from Ivan who was feasting on her dishabille.

  “My nightgown is just fine. Your shorts are in danger.”

  She continued eating her pizza. Ivan drank his beer, ate his pizza. Troy did the same. They had no choice. She wasn’t taking any passes.

  “I’m hungry. I need my strength.”

  When she had finished her pizza, Annie looked back and forth and decided to raise the tension in the room. Like it needed to be any higher.

  She reached over and gently grasped Ivan with her right hand through the soft cotton of his shorts. He gasped and leaned back so she had better access. She teased him with pulsing squeezing, and short strokes to his cock, now as hard as when he had first arrived. He moaned.

  “Jesus, woman.”

  The man had amazing stamina. She let him go, and resumed sipping her soda. She ran her finger around her plate. Slowly. Messily. She had to lick her fingers again. Both men groaned. She sucked one. They reacted more visibly this time. Good. She reached over and slid her wet fingers under Ivan’s waistband. Stroked the head of his cock. He looked like he was going to faint. Blood had rushed south way too fast.

  “Are you fine with this?” she asked. “Because like, I am. Finish your supper.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He had the audacity to smile. “A little jealousy. A little possessive. I can’t help it. I will be fine. Nothing we haven’t had to deal with before. Trust me. You are the center of this. It’s what you feel comfortable doing. You have control. Always.” He was whispering. He was nearly whimpering.

  Oh yeah. She was in control. “I know. I’m ready for that.”

  Troy had not made a sound. Ivan had adjusted himself. Both men were flushed. Sex flush. Both men were rock hard. Sweet Jesus! She had never been so aroused. It was heady. She was just letting herself do whatever came to mind. So far, there were no complaints.

  When she finished her next slice, a small one, and the rest of her beer, she could feel the alcohol flush in her cheek. She wiped her hands on the napkins she had thought to grab. Reached over with her left hand, and took hold of Troy in the same way she had touched Ivan. Gently. He wasn’t used to her touch. She wasn’t sure if he was totally identical to Ivan. Evidently, as her fingers told her, he was.

  Troy almost dropped his beer. Shifted his hips. He was harder. Well, he hadn’t let off any steam earlier. She teased Troy, stroking and grasping him through the soft cotton of his shorts and felt his shorts get damp. He was leaking. Precum. She licked her lips. Let him go. He was on a hair-trigger. He resumed breathing.

  “Well, hello, Annie,” he gasped.

  With that, she slid her fingers under his waistband. Caressed him as she had caressed Ivan. “Well, hello, Troy.”

  “Jesus,” he muttered on an exhale of breath that came out in a whoosh.

  “I know,” said Ivan.

  “Are you all right with this, Troy?” she asked.

  “How can you even ask? God, I want you so much. I have since the shooting.”

  “You never said.”

  “Ivan was first. I respect that. Yes, I am feeling Ivan’s reaction to you. Lust and desire. It only makes my own reaction more intense. He feels mine. I want this. He wants this. I have the same surges of jealousy and possessiveness. That’s normal for us. Our emotions get a...double whammy you might say.” His breathing was bothered.

  She had watched Ivan react when she touched Troy. She had watched Troy react when she touched Ivan. Was she being swayed by the feeling of power over these two men? Wasn’t that part of it?

  God knew she was turned on past control. If either one touched her right now, she’d explode.

  “You should know,” Troy continued, “if you’ve done it with Ivan, you pretty much know how I will react when you do something to me. We are very alike. Very. You’ll have to tell us someday how in hell you tell us apart. No one ever has.”

  “That turns you on.”

  “Sweetheart, everything about you turns us on.” Troy was rigid, holding himself in check.

  She could see it. A part of her didn’t want that. She wanted him. She wanted him to reach out and touch anytime he wanted to.

  Shocked at her feelings for only a moment, she realized this whole idea of having two men at the same time had her near to panting. Excitement zapped through her. She wanted them upstairs. There was no room on the couch. And she wasn’t into making love on the rug.

  Taking Troy’s hand, she lifted it to her breast, let him cup her nipple. “I want you, Troy. I want to feel you inside me. I want to suck you until your eyes cross. I want to feel your hands on me. I want to do everything with you that I’ve done with Ivan. I want you both. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I just know I react to both of you.”

  “I want you,” Troy said. “Now.”

  “I want you,” echoed Ivan. “Upstairs.”

  “You need more pizza? Beer?” she asked, breaking the intensity. They’d never get off the couch otherwise.

  Both men vigorously shook their heads no.

  No. Both of them were leering at her breasts. She smoothed her palms over her hyper-sensitized nipples, just to watch the reaction.

  She stood, grabbed the empty plates and bottles, and removed all trace of their so-called supper. She made sure to lean over, giving each of them a clear view. She grinned. Ever the sort-of diligent housewife. She’d be limping if her folds got any more swollen.

  This was fun. Heady. Challenging.

  She walked back from depositing the dishes in the sink, swaying her hips, feeling the flush from her arousal. She stood in front of Ivan. “Drop your shorts. I want you naked.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He stood up and slid them off. “Do I salute, too?”

  “You already are.” She kneeled down and took him back into her mouth, making him gasp. She heard Troy groan. She worked on Ivan until she could feel the tremors. Then she stopped.

  It was Ivan’s turn to groan in protest.

  She stood up and walked to Troy. She pointed at his shorts. He got them off in record time. She knelt in front of him, watched his body respond. She took him the same way, stopping before he was shaking too hard.

  His chest was heaving. He hadn’t touched her. Not yet.

  “God, woman,” Troy gasped when she stopped.

  They were both sufficiently primed, and she now had a good idea how they were feeding off each other. Power. She had the power. Ivan had been right. She had control.

  Annie stood up, and started to leave the room. She looked back once, crooked a finger to summon them, and watched as both men, stark naked, fully aroused, hurried to follow her. Both had magnificent erections. Identical erections. She knew that now. They were having trouble walking. They were also totally focused. On her.

  Power. It was delightful.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Annie went upstairs to her bedroom. She did not turn on the light. There was a glow from the external patio lights. The sun had started down. The drapes were drawn. The men were behind her. Quiet. Letting her lead, without falling over the furniture.

  The box of condoms in her bedside drawer had not expired. Good thing. She tossed a packet to each of them. Unprotected sex with one man was one thing but this was two. She wondered what the protocol was. They hand themselves sheathed when she turned around.

 
She turned around. Took Ivan and led him to the bed. Had him lay down so his legs were on the edge of the bed. She turned around, dropped her panties by yanking the string, backed up and mounted herself on his cock, leaving her facing away from him. Ivan wrapped his arms around her waist. Anchored her. She could feel him throb inside her pussy. His thumbs caressed her hard, perky nipples.

  She beckoned to Troy.

  He stood in front of her and she reached for him, leaning forward to lick and suck his cock. Not far into her mouth. She was experimenting. They were letting her discover things for herself.

  Would this position work? They’d have to develop a trial and error approach. Maybe there was a book she could find. Or should she just ask them? No. This way was way too much fun.

  She was rolling her inner muscles and driving Ivan slightly mad. She could tell by the way he held her hips, his fingertips biting into her flesh. She could tell by his hips thrusting erratically. She could tell by his heavy breathing.

  At this angle, he was hitting her in a different spot than he had earlier. One that had her convulsing fast and hard and quick.

  Troy’s legs were shaking as he caressed her back and shoulders. Touching her anyway he could.

  She stopped them both.

  She stood up, pushed Troy back, and took off her gown.

  Then she lay down, signaling Ivan to get up. She did what he had done before, and let her head hang over the edge of the bed. She summoned Ivan and he understood exactly what she wanted. No words needed.

  He put his covered cock to her lips. She spread her legs open in invitation to Troy. The mattress sagged and Troy positioned himself between her legs. He put his mouth on her wet folds. A kiss. A stroke of a firm tongue that included touching her highly sensitized clit, making her jump. He licked her, everywhere, sucked her, tasted her while she was allowing Ivan to work his way down her throat. Her tongue was busy stroking Ivan, especially the swollen veins. The crown. The condom let her feel him inside it.

  Troy sucked her pussy lips, played with her folds, teased her clit. He was getting to know her. He was right. The men were identical. He was igniting her, driving her crazy. And it matched what Ivan had done before. Identical twins. Dear Lord. Who knew?

  She sucked Ivan’s cock, let him slide in and out gently, stroked his shaft over and over with her tongue, responding to his movement. He was ramping up her excitement. Taking her near-orgasm. Troy’s attentions were driving her up the wall as well. It was incredible. Every nerve in her body was taut. She felt her skin heat. Sparks were dancing under her skin. She was building to one hell of a climax.

  A crazy, intense, scary climax.

  Troy rose and she felt the cold air on her swollen folds, felt herself whimper at the loss of his mouth’s attentions until she felt his cock at her entrance. He thrust in deeply, pulling her legs around his hips. He was timing his strokes with his twin’s in and out of her mouth, and her orgasm ramped up past any experience she had ever had. Ivan’s hand reached down to stroke her clit, abandoned by Troy’s lips and tongue. Troy caressed her breasts, firmly rolling and squeezing one nipple and then the other. Coordinated motion. Sensation streaked all through her body.

  Sucking and hand-stroking Ivan faster and faster, her body strove to match the frequency the men had set. She couldn’t tell which hand or which touch was setting her off more. Everything was spinning. She wasn’t breathing. She was panting. Short shallow breaths.

  Troy was pumping his cock into her pussy faster and faster. She knew she was close. Felt her muscles start that firm opening. The widening of her core before the crash into release. The taut tension as every muscle in her body prepared for the crash.

  Ivan came, hard, exploding into the condom. Troy let go at the same time, exploding while inside her, and she could feel it hit. Both men kept up the motions, faster and faster, with Ivan’s hand on her clit, pulling and squeezing and then Troy’s hands pulling and squeezing both her nipples at once. They were like a ballet, coordinated. Incredible.

  She came, screaming out her climax, shrieking Ivan pulled out of her mouth.

  Good. Because her inner muscles had clenched around Troy’s cock, and her jaw would have attempted to do the same to Ivan’s cock. She was convulsing harder than she had ever done before. She was coming apart. A series of cries were wrung out of her. Spasms ran through her. It wasn’t stopping. It wasn’t easing up. He body throbbed.

  “Breath through it. Breath through it.” Hands stroked her. Voices crooned. She shuddered and came again as over and over her muscles pulsed and clenched. Troy was still buried inside her. Ivan let his now naked cock caress her lips. She took the tip back into her mouth, sucked him in rhythm, until at last, her body calmed down.

  When she sat up, both men sank down, sitting beside her, arms holding her. She felt dizzy.

  “Oh my God. That was incredible. I am wasted.”

  Ivan laughed. “That was beyond anything we have ever encountered. All three of us were in sync.”

  “How does this work? You’re planning on switching places? I’m not sure I could survive.”

  “Beer,” Ivan said, and Troy got up and left.

  “Let it finish.” Ivan slid his fingers into her pussy. She welcomed his hand. “You are still pulsing.” He said. “Glorious.”

  He used his hands to bring her over again. A gentle release. Far easier. But needed. Her muscles clenched on his fingers. She nuzzled his neck.

  “No kidding,” she managed.

  He leaned in and kissed her. A kiss she didn’t want to ever stop. His tongue caressed her. When he pulled back from the kiss she wanted to recapture him.

  His fingers stayed in her body. She might just come again.

  Troy came back with the beers. She gladly accepted one and drank half her beer without stopping. She had skipped her pill. She was done with the meds.

  Troy was being careful, almost as if he were afraid of doing something wrong. He watched Ivan with his fingers still inside her. She needed to somehow reassure him.

  “Troy. I am glad you are here. You are an identical twin. You asked if you were different. You feel the same inside me. You touch me the same. Or close to. The effect is just, well—indescribable. I want you. I want you both.”

  Troy dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. Sitting on her other side, he reached down and let two of his fingers join Ivan’s two. Inside her. Now they were both stroking her swollen sensitive tissues. Slowly. She was going to go insane. It was simply too much, and then she realized she was going to come again. The idea of two of them operating as one. My God. Someone removed the beer bottle from her hand.

  Lay back,” Ivan said. She did. Her breathing was moving back into panting.

  She felt her legs opened wide at the knee. Held open. Hands stroked her nipples. Rolling them. Pinching lightly. Rolling them again. Her body was electric. Nerves had her cunt responding to the touch on her breasts. Then two thumbs pressing together, squeezing her clit while the fingers inside stroked her over and over. It was incredible.

  She was climbing. Again. The hands were moving faster, still synchronized. Her legs were being held by their legs. Holding her open. Faster and faster the rubbing on her clit, her breasts, and the fingers then slipping inside and out drove her at last near the edge. She felt herself open, open, open, and then she screamed as she came apart, clamping down on those fingers, four? Six? How many? They kept moving. She kept clenching. She was fisting the sheets. Head tossing.

  And then finally, she felt herself calming down. The hands left her breasts. The fingers left her pussy. The thumbs left her clit.

  She sighed and took deep breaths.

  Two men kissed her thighs. Took turns kissing and licking her pussy. Kisses crawled up her abdomen. Kisses and the tongues licked and suckled her breasts. One set of lips kissed her lips. Ivan. It was the most beautiful experience of her life.

  She was flushed. And thirsty. She wanted the rest of her beer. They helped her sit up. Finished their own
beers.

  No one spoke.

  What was there to say?

  Finished with the bottle, she handed it to Ivan. He was done, too.

  “I had no fucking idea,” she admitted. “But I think only twins bonded like you are could pull that off.”

  “You liked it?” Troy asked. “We’ve never quite done that. You are so responsive. It’s simply...beautiful to watch you.”

  “Mind blowing. Incredible,” Ivan answered. “You are...simply perfect.”

  “There are other things. Other positions. We don’t have to try everything in one night.” Troy mumbled.

  “Tease,” she mumbled back.

  Ivan kissed her lips again. “You are magnificent. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen is you in orgasm. You truly are lovely to watch.”

  “He’s right. You are an incredible woman. I hope you and Ivan stay together for a very long time. I’ve never experienced anything like this.” He flopped back on the bed.

  “What happens if I end up in love with you both?” Because she could see that happening. This was too soon to make those decisions. Way too soon.

  “Ivan is the primary,” Troy said, propping himself up on his elbow. “I won’t interfere with him. I was primary with my wife. He respected that. I can do no less. Besides, family members love each other.”

  Ivan saw her taking it all in. “It was never as intense as this. I swear. It has never been like this with anyone else. Ever. Do you like it? Is this something you would like to do on occasion? Say the word.”

  Did he really think she’d say no? Did he not understand how much she already loved him? Loved Troy. Early or not, she knew deep down this was everything. She wanted him so much it scared her. And now that she’d been with them both, she knew she wanted them both. Speaking of wanting—

  “You know I loved it. Both of you know I loved every touch, every stroke. I’ve never let myself go that way. I’ve never felt—I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust the two of you. And not because you are cops. I don’t think of myself as being in bed or making love with a cop. I am with two very special, incredible men. I feel—loved. Cherished. You do that. You and Troy.”