She pushed her long, wet, red hair out of her face, water cascading down her perfect porcelain skin. Little beads of lake water teased over her soft curves and full tits, her pink nipples puckering to points as I watched hungrily.

My jaw tightened, my muscles flexed. My cock throbbed.

She stood, the high sun making her skin glisten and the chilly spring air turning it to goosebumps.

I groaned.

Fuck, I wanted to taste that clear mountain water from her skin. I wanted to slide my hands over that perfect, tight little ass and grab it. Fuck I wanted to take a bite out of that ass. I wanted to spread her legs, bend her over, and lick the chilly water from her clit up to her asshole, until she was begging me for more.

I wanted those pouty soft lips wrapped tight around my cock as she hungrily drank down my cum.

I wanted those legs spread around my waist, her heels digging into my back as I plunged every thick inch deep between them.

I growled.

I wanted her the second I saw her.

Let me rephrase that. We wanted her. And I knew it was “we” even before I turned to see the look of pure, raw hunger on Dallas’s face. I knew my brother — my twin. What he wanted, I wanted. And vice versa.

And sure enough when I did turn to him, I could see the tense, captivated lust on his face.

No, we hadn’t gone looking for gorgeous, naked goddesses swimming in our lake, up on our ridge of Blackthorn Mountain. But now that we’d found her, we were powerless to walk way.

Powerless to resist.

Powerless to do anything but crave her.

And it wasn't just that there hadn’t been a woman in, well, a while. Nor had there ever been anything worth talking about. It wasn’t just that it’d been years since either of us had felt the warm touch of a woman, or felt her slick heat melting around us.

Nah, it wasn’t just that.

It was her.

The girl.

The stranger.

The object of our consuming lust.

She dropped back into the water, dunking her head under before floating onto her back and backstroking towards the shore. My cock throbbed rock hard at the sight of those soft perky tits pointing at the sky and those nipples aching for my mouth.

It wasn’t winter anymore, but fuck, it was still cold out. At least, for most people. Dallas and I were in jeans and flannel shirts with the sleeves rolled up. But then, we were used to the weather up here. And this chick wasn’t from around here either, that was for damn sure.

Hell, she might’ve been naked — that tight, sweet little body tempting us like a waving red flag to bulls. But girls like her didn’t live up in the mountains. Her hair was too perfect, her body too toned and kept in shape. Maybe a city girl, maybe not, but either way, she seemed fine with the cold fucking water.

And I was fine with what it was doing to her nipples.

“Who the hell is she?” Dallas growled under his breath.

“I’m more interested in what the fuck she’s doing here.”

“That’s what you’re more interested in?”

I smiled thinly, my jaw tensing as I turned back to my brother and shook my head.

“No.”

We turned back, both of us groaning as we watched this fiery mystery girl head back towards the ledge overhanging the water. Hell, we knew the spot well, seeing as our cabin wasn’t that far away. I eyed the shore, spotting the remains of a campsite — the spot where a tent had clearly stood next to a stamped out fire ring.

Jesus, this angel had been sleeping here — not even that far from us, all damn night without us even knowing.

She slid out of the water gracefully, her toned arms pushing down on the ledge as her gorgeous, tempting body eased out and onto it. I felt my pulse spike, my cock throbbing like a fucking iron pipe against my muscled thigh as I watched her climb up onto the rocky ledge. She sat on a towel she’d left there, laying back on it and letting us see every inch of her.

Fuck, she was beautiful. Soft white skin, gingery-red hair, a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and cute little nose. Her full tits capped with the dusky pink of her hard little nipples. She stretched out, reaching above her head and pointing her toes down, her long lean legs stretching as she closed her eyes and laid back.

“I’m going down there,” Dallas groaned, his jaw tense and his eyes flashing fire.

“Hang on.”

I snagged his arm, hauling him back into the shadow of the trees.

“Don’t just go down there and freak her the fuck out.”

“As if you don’t want to go down there with me and—”

And that’s when we heard it. That’s when we heard the sweet, soft, lilting sound of our mystery girl moaning.

Both of us whirled back to her, and if I wasn’t hard and ready before, I was fucking rock hard and on fire then.

Her hands slid over her perfect body, teasing over her skin. She brought one up to pinch a nipple, arching her back and moaning again — louder this time. Her hands pushed down between her thighs, and this time, she moaned even louder. She threw her head back, her tits arched towards the sky and her legs spread wide as her finger began to play with that tempting little pussy.

My cock strained at the front of my jeans, pulsing hot and leaking precum from the swollen head. My balls ached for release, my cum boiling inside of them with pure need to take this gorgeous angel — this goddess of the woods.

She arched her back again, her hips rising from the towel as her fingers plunged inside of her cunt. Her moaning got louder and louder, making my cock pulse harder and harder until suddenly, I hit my breaking point.

And so did Dallas.

“Fuck this, I’m going down there,” he growled, his hand cupping the huge bulge in his jeans. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Hang on—”

“Do not try and stop—”

“I mean hang on because I’m going down there with you,” I hissed back before I turned to lock my eyes on her.

Her, who’d come to our lake, on our mountain. Her who’d spread those pretty, creamy thighs and tempted us with that gorgeous body and those moans of pleasure. Fuck, I could almost imagine that I could smell her sweet pussy from here.

…Soon enough, I was going to find out if she tasted as sweet as I was willing to bet she did.