Chapter 32 32
POV LOIS
Four hands undressed me—my body was completely bare in less than ten seconds. Watching their eyes travel over me felt almost like their hands touching my skin, and… I felt aroused just from the twins’ gazes.
Modesty.
What was that?
All I wanted was to be with them—with both of them—but now I started questioning whether… it had to be like the first time, the two of them at once, in every part of me. Now we were mates, and it felt like it had to be different, more personal, more… more what?
It was a threesome! It didn’t matter how my mind tried to paint it—even if we were mates, we were three. This was a threesome.
It wasn’t doubt I felt—my mind was searching for a way to make this work differently, and I had to think fast before… things escalated and I stopped thinking altogether.
Their kisses on my neck were the biggest distraction, and I noticed they were already naked. The bed was right in front of us—one step and we’d be there. My eyes closed, my hands tangled in their hair, and my legs closed tightly at the touch of their hands. Ezequiel moved down to my breasts, and Emmanuel positioned himself behind me, pressing his length against my backside and leaving bites on my neck.
“Days!” That could be the solution. They both paused what they were doing and stood in front of me—completely naked. Well… they had been naked before, but now I had both of them right in front of me, their cocks pointing straight at me. It was impossible. How could I be with both?!
I wanted to—but something felt wrong.
I didn’t understand—how did I go from wanting nothing with them, to wanting to develop a system of coexistence that worked for the three of us?
“What’s wrong, Lois?” Emmanuel broke formation and came closer, taking my face in his hands. The first thing he wanted was to kiss me—and of course I wanted to kiss him too—but I drew a line across my lips to stop his from touching mine.
“Let her speak, Emmanuel.” Ezequiel walked past me and sat on the bed.
“It’s like I want this to work now. I admit I’m only now realizing how stupid I was to think I could keep myself away from both of you—I feel like it’ll be impossible. But if we want this to work…”
“It will work,” Emmanuel said, far too confidently. “All it takes is for you to want it. We’ll make it work.”
“That’s the point. This isn’t about you two—it’s about me. Wanting to take the step doesn’t mean I’m not scared of what could happen between the three of us. This isn’t a crazy night on a train after a party with two handsome guys I’m insanely attracted to. It’s not like that. You’re brothers, we’re mates, and… maybe we need to set things straight from now on. This relationship is practically based on sharing me, isn’t it?”
“That’s a good summary, but it’s much more than that, Lois,” Ezequiel said, standing up. “This bond isn’t led by sex, although that’s clearly a requirement considering how badly we want you, right? But it’s not based on that. A bond is formed that ties everything together—feelings, sensations—and inevitably love develops.”
“Love.” My lips trembled when I said the word.
Love would also mix into this—and we were three. Three!
“You can’t and shouldn’t do anything you’re not sure about,” Emmanuel said.
“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be here. Though I admit desire is a factor that pushes me toward certain decisions, that’s not the case now. What I mean is, we need to have things clear before going down this dangerous path by accepting both of you.”
“What do you want to clarify?” Ezequiel grabbed my hand and began kissing it. He moved up my arm, reached my shoulder, grabbed my waist, and buried his head in my neck. He wouldn’t let me talk. If he kissed me like that, he wouldn’t let me talk!
Maybe that was exactly his intention—to keep me from talking, thinking, or breathing. I had a nipple in my mouth and I didn’t even know when Emmanuel approached me or at what moment they threw me onto the bed—both of them between my legs and…
“Ahh!” By the Moon! How I missed this! “Aahm… Ouah!” My hands buried in their hair, my legs spread so wide they didn’t feel like mine anymore. One tongue slid out, another slid in, lips moved, then more lips. One of them placed a hand on my belly and… I swear I heard them whisper something to each other!
They were planning to drive me insane with pleasure! Until I couldn’t think of anything. Was this an uprising?! A mutiny?! It wasn’t fair! It was two against me—or three, because my body wasn’t even mine anymore, it was theirs too.
They flipped me over and my ass was lifted. I didn’t know who was beneath my belly or which of them was pushing between my cheeks. Did it matter? Probably not. One or the other.
I felt something wet sliding between my cheeks, their hands holding me, my screams muffled in the pillow, and thousands of sensations I couldn’t name because they were so new I didn’t know how to classify them.
They were so synchronized—I couldn’t believe this was pure coincidence. Fingers entered my pussy and others in…
Things were happening fast, but at the same time everything felt in slow motion—fast for some things, and for others time seemed to stop and when it resumed, something had already happened that I’d missed.
Like now.
I could tell who was on top or who was under me because my body now rested on Emmanuel’s chest—and I didn’t know when he moved there, but I did know the exact second his lips attacked mine and I felt his cock inside my pussy. A minute or two later I felt that other thing and—why was it so hard to say it?!
Ezequiel was entering my ass! He was inside! He was going in!
He was penetrating my ass!
“Wait!” I cried, euphoric. Both of them again, on both sides—this was exactly what we needed to talk about, think through, plan.
“He’s already inside, Lois.” Ezequiel’s deep voice made my body tremble. Emmanuel’s hands tightened around my waist, drawing my attention. He began moving carefully, and then… the pain disappeared as Ezequiel massaged my breasts and kissed my back.
And again, I forgot whatever I was going to say.
It wasn’t fair—for my sanity, for my fragile mind that was so weak when it came to them.
Pleasure wrapped me so intensely I wasn’t even aware of the screams leaving my throat. But the pleasure wasn’t like that night on the train or that morning. This was something unbeatable. My chest burned and roared at the same time, crushed and trapped by the two of them—but let’s be honest, I loved being in the middle of both.
God, how I loved this!
How could I want to set “days” or rules or anything like that, when doubled pleasure thrilled me so much? And maybe one of them could feel jealous if I spent a day with only one.
But I wouldn’t think about any of that now.
Right now was time to enjoy.