Chapter Twenty

“Like this?” Zach asks, shoulder to shoulder with his brother, standing in the middle of my room, eyes closed.

“Like that”, I say, walking slowly round them both, making sure they’re not cheating. Getting this close makes my skin fizz and I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold on before giving in fully.

“Simon says”, I begin.

“Simon says?” Jack questions.

“Uhuh”, I say.

“This is your confession?” Zach adds.

“Simon says, stick out your tongue”, I say, ignoring him.

The boys stick out their tongues.

“You know we can do this without having our eyes closed”, Jack says.

“That would ruin the fun”, I say, kicking my shoes towards the corner of the room.

“Simon says, take off your T-shirts.”

Jack and Zach pause for a moment, wondering whether they’ve heard me correctly, before the boys fight to beat each other and get their T-shirts off first. I almost squeal in excitement when I see them both standing there, bare chested, toned with muscle but not ripped too much, abs and adonis belt doing nothing to make me look away from them.

I step a little closer, observe them both deeply, the twist of muscle, the darkened skin of nipple, the thin line of hair that runs away from their belly buttons, it’s perfect.

“Jenny?” Zach asks.

“Winner gets the first kiss”, I say. “If you open your eyes, you lose.”

The twins smile, excited by the challenge. “So”, Jack begins, “I guess I ought to commiserate you now, Zach.”

“Simon says, arms out in front.”

The boys obey.

“And the loser?”, Zach asks.

“The loser”, I tease, “will have to wait and see.”

I walk around the two boys, my fingers trailing gently across both their torsos. When I get to the front, I stand on tip toes in front of Jack and let his outstretched fingers touch my shoulders briefly. I see him smile and then bite his lips. I step away again.

“Arms down”, I say.

Jack drops his arms and immediately knows he’s fucked up. Zach knows it too. With his arms still outstretched, he’s outlasted his brother.

“I guess the best man won”, Zach says.

Jack opens his eyes and sits down on the bed, while Zach waits patiently for his reward. I close the gap between us, and at full stretch pull Zach down towards me.

I still can’t believe I’m doing this, and the only thing that’s stopping me freaking out completely is the fact that I’ve been in this situation so many times in my dreams it feels like I’m just acting out something from the same world.

Zach takes me in his arms, lifts me up towards him, and slowly presses the softness of his incredible lips against mine. In a moment that seems to be powerful enough to stop time, I feel like I’m floating. My skin bobbles up with goose pimples, tingles run along my spine and up into the base of my neck and I can feel heat in every part of my body in contact with his. When he finally puts me down, I stumble for a moment, stunned, unable to get my footing, catch my breath or think of something appropriate to say.

I look at Zach standing there proudly, before I right my dress, blink as though he might not be there at all, and prepare myself to continue.

“That was not a kiss”, Jack complains. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“No?” I say, the word falling out of me like it might in a dream.

Jack shakes his head while his brother folds his arms across his thick chest and watches, stunned at the brazenness of Jack’s put down.

“You’ve got to do it more gently”, Jack says. “Here, like this.”

He stands, and I let him take hold of me, one hand around the back of my neck, the other to twist my body towards him.

I don’t have time to utter another word, before Jack presses his lips against mine and I’m right back in heaven where I was a moment ago. This time Jack kisses me deeply, teasing my lips open with his tongue and then coaxing my tongue into battle, so we dance them across each other so much that the heat in my lower belly makes me so hot I want to tear my dress off.

I let him pull me towards his bare chest, and fold myself into the contours of his muscles and swelling manhood.

When he’s finally done, I don’t know where I am or what on earth I should do next.

“Not bad”, Zach says clapping slowly to mock him, “But what you demonstrate in passion, you lack in style.”

Jack laughs it off.

“What do you think, Jenny?” Zach asks.

I feel hot and dizzy. “I think I want to do that again, with both of you.”

“Simon says take your dress off”, Jack says, his arm out to hold his advancing brother away from me momentarily.

I smile at his cheekiness and look at him coyly. “Simon says take it off for me”, I say, more than happy to play his game.

The twins look at each other briefly before turning their attention back towards me.

“I guess”, Jack says, while the two brothers advance, happy to work quickly now together as a team. “There are no losers.”

I lift my arms up to allow my dress to go over my head, smiling at life’s little ironies.  Several hours to choose it, and less than a minute to remove it.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do this to me”, I confess, little left that will hold me back now. “Both of you.”

“Both of us?” Zach asks, the hesitation in his voice a clear sign of a concern his feelings for me might not have been reciprocated.

“Both of you”, I say again. “Not more, nor less, not one, nor the other. It was always both of you, at the same time. Always.”

I stand semi-naked in the middle of my bedroom in a scene I’ve written at least twice before and imagined over a hundred times more. This is me and Donkey and I still can’t believe it’s happening. I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I can’t help feel that suddenly I’m going to wake up or Donkey are going to tell me it’s all been a joke or a big misunderstanding and despite everything that’s come before they now no longer want any of this. My skin fizzes with barely concealed desire, my pussy aching to have them demonstrate their love for me.

“We thought you were going to freak out”, Jack admits. “Or ask us to leave at the very least. If we’d known earlier. You should have said. We all should have said.”

I can’t wait any longer. This tension is so thick if we don’t do something about it, I might just explode.

“You’re beautiful”, Zach says, his eyes never wavering from me. “So beautiful.”

I smile. “Thank you”, I say and take the short skip to the bed. Jack and Zach begin to advance on me, but I shake my head to stop them in their tracks. They look at each other for a moment, confused.

“Pants off”, I order. “Slowly.”

“Ok”, the boys say in happy chorus.

I watch them clutch the denim and guide it carefully over their boxers, before stepping out of the fabric and standing there proudly, two immense Gods turning rumor into fact. I knew they were big, not because I’d seen them like this before, but because I just knew, but how big, I really had no idea. I make them stand closer without getting in the bed with me, just so I can see. Thick and hard, wide at the base, pre-cum marking the fabric and making me squeal in absolute unadulterated delight, they are like figures from a sexualized version of the Greek myths.

Forget Castor and Pollux or even Hypnos and Thanatos, these men are more than mere mortals, these men are bigger and better in every way, and right now they are about to be mine.

“These too”, Jack asks suggestively, his thumbs already looped around his waistband about to show me exactly what he’s made of.

“No”, I say, shaking my head. “Not yet. Come here first. I want to feel you against me.”