"I used to hate the beach. It reminded me of our mom. She loved the beach so much. It hurt being here. But when you came into our lives, I began to love it. Because it began to remind me of you, of all of our good times, and of all the good times I've had before our mother died. I kind of like to think of this as our place." I think about his words thoroughly before responding. "I like that. Us having our own little place. You've certainly made sure it's memorable for me." He laughs above me, no doubt thinking of all the times we've had sex here on the beach. "You are probably the best thing that's ever walked into my life." "Technically, you guys walked into my apartment, so you walked into my life." He laughs above me. I pull away and force him to look down at me, cupping his cheeks and staring into his eyes. "And I'm the luckiest fucking girl that Jacob dragged me into your guys' drama. Otherwise, I would have never met you guys. And the thought of not knowing you guys, it fuck
I hear Antonio growl and then I’m wrenched out of Nicks hold. I’m dropped down on my knees, my skin meeting the hard surface of the floor. “You think we’re too old to please you?” I bite down on my bottom lip to hold back my laugh. Seeing this, he groans and leans down to pull my lip out from between my teeth. “I’m going to fuck this little whore mouth of yours. And then my twin will. Then we will spend all night filling your holes up. We will make you cum so many times, please you so much, that you’re going to beg us to stop. I want to see you call us old then.” My mouth opens slightly at his words, my eyes darkening with lust. I glance behind me slightly to see Nick pulling down his sweats. When I turn back around, Antonio’s slacks and underwear are already on the floor at his feet. His cock is engorged in his hands. He lifts one his hands to his mouth and spits on it. Spreading that spit along the base of his cock, his jerks himself a few times, getting his cock nice and slippe
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I feel a thick stream of fluid begin to gush out of me quickly as I black out momentarily. My breathing is all I can hear. My movements have all halted. When I can finally see again, I blush and try to hide my face by looking away slightly. Nick and Antonio are both staring at me in stunned silence. Nicks cock is still impossibly hard, my hand simply resting at the base of it. Antonio’s cock is still rock hard inside of me. But his entire front is wet. Like soaking wet. Even part of his face has wet splashes on it. “Did I pee?” I ask, embarassed and bite my lip slightly. “I’ve never seen you squirt like that. I’ve never seen anyone do that, actually.” The twins both turn to face each other and high five. “Our wife is a squirter.” “Guess it’s my turn.” Nick laughs and attacks my mouth, pulling me away from his twin. He kisses me roughly, taking away my breath and feeling me with desire and burning need. When he eventually pulls
We hadn’t had any serious arguments since the day I told them I loved them. Speaking of, why the hell would Nick say I didn’t love them? Have I not made it very evident that my heart is theirs? When I noticed they had heard my gasp, I played it off as a sleeping noise. I snuggled into Antonio even more, letting out little murmurs. I had made sure all of my breaths came out evenly and deeply. After a few of my deep breaths, I could feel the tension in their bodies ease slightly. I let my breaths come out deeply, making sure they could slightly hear it. They wait, listening to me. "Let's just sleep, I don't want to wake her up." Nicholas had stuffed his face into the crook of my neck. He was asleep within a minute. Antonio, however, had tucked my head under his chin and stroked my hair, humming lowly. “I will never let you leave us.” He has said. Finally, his breathing had turned deep a few minutes after. The twins had laid there, me tucked between them, deep in sleep.
Our entire lives, Antonio and I have had to deal with the most difficult shit. Shitty father, dead mother. Isolation. Physical and mental abuse at the hands of our father. We were punished for things well beyond our fucking control. But we dealt with it. I think that a part of us knew that one day, it would all be worth it. And now, years later. It's finally worth it. Well fucking worth it. And all because of Caroline Brooks. Well, I guess I should say, Caroline Rossi. Today marks our three-month anniversary. Three months of near blissful marriage. I say nearly because, well, something is not okay between us and Caroline. She isn't happy. At least, not completely. She tells us she loves us daily, but that is difficult to believe when she doesn't show it. I'm not trying to say that she's a bad wife, because she genuinely is not. She's far from it. She dotes on us, she talks to us. She fucking laughs with us. She has minute moments of happiness, but then she gets this l
“Do you think,” Antonio begins, eyes wide in thought, “Do you think she hates us now or something?” I mean, we did kind of force her into marrying us. But I had assumed she wanted it, or at least that she wanted us now. She even claims to want us. Claims she loves us. But what if that's not true? She can't sleep without us, though. That has to mean something, right? “Should we let her go?” Should we? I think back on all of the memories we have made with the Goddess that is Caroline. The last three months with her have been the most amazing, unforgettable that I've ever had. Yes, we've had several bad memories, but I love her. My brother loves her. And she loves us. Could we leave her? Let her go? Are we even capable of that? “I don't know, Antonio.” I turn to face our desk. I pick up the framed photo of Caroline and her twin puppies, Bonnie and Clyde. Her smile is giant, filling the entire photo. “I don't know if I can walk away from her. She belongs to us.” Antonio sigh
It has been three months. Three months with my twin devils. With my husbands. I wish I could say that the time I spent with them was entirely good. Only good moments. Great memories. But if I'm being honest, practically every moment with them has been far from good. Our time together started off bad. Being forced into marriage, having them being obsessive and controlling over me. I know they would never harm me, not physically at least. But I know that they are capable of destroying me mentally. They have infiltrated my heart and taken control of my every thought. I love them. They alone own my heart, my soul has become intertwined with theirs. I absolutely love them and belong to them. And I wish, more than anything, that it was enough. But it's not. It will never be enough. Ever since the night I overheard them when they thought I was asleep, I would pretend to fall asleep before them. The twins would wait until they were sure I was actually sleeping until my breaths were de
Tony dressed almost all the way, before coming back to bed. He now is laying with his head on my ass, yelling Italian curses into the phone. Nick has just walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low on his waist, exposing the deep ‘V’ of his hips. The way he had stared at me made me leak liquid heat straight from my core. If I wasn't so deep into my thoughts about who this Sara is, I probably would have stood up and pleased my man. But one moment my thoughts are full of thoughts of wrapping my mouth around his thick cock, and the next, all I can wonder is if this Sara chick had once done the same. The jealousy that fills my bones makes my body so hot I worry I might be sick. I love them, and I wish this woman wasn't ruining our time together. They can tell that something has been bothering me. How do I know this? They won't stop asking me if I'm okay. If they have upset me. If I wanted to go back to my place to have some time alone. They thought they were suffocating me when