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I pull out maybe another inch and then thrust back in.
And if I thought Hope was tight before— Fuck!
I had no fucking clue. Between her walls and Janus’s cock that’s halfway stuffed in her—she’s a vise on me. So good it hurts and it hurts so good. I want more. I need fucking more.
Her fat tits are squelched out below Leander’s ass and I lean back in. The top of my head presses against Leander’s ass while Janus’s thigh bangs against mine.
Together, all four of us fuck.
We fuck each other.
Together, we fuck.
Hope is our vessel, and we’re all connective pulsing tissue and pleasure. Hope’s clit is so swollen against the top of my cock when I latch onto her other full breast. And tease my teeth at her teat.
Milk squirts down the back of my throat.
Just like Leander’s cum will soon down hers.
I reach down to squeeze my balls, and my hand grazes Janus’s cock. Fuck, I like that. I like all of us together like this.
I think this is something I could start to crave.
I can take turns with them—Janus and Leander—double-penetrating Hope like this. Whenever she’s in the mood, we’ll make it so good for her. I grind down my hips, rolling them against her fat clit.
And get exactly the response I was hoping for.
She screams low grunts of animal pleasure around Leander’s cock. Fuck, he’s got it deep in her throat.
Her fingernails dig into his ass. If she’s not careful, she’ll scratch him and draw blood.
It doesn’t look like she’s being careful.
I love how they’ve escalated in my absence.
The dirtier and darker and wronger—
I yank on my balls as Janus really gets a rhythm going.
I open my eyes as I continue sucking nutrition from Hope’s sweet, sweet teat. Looking down the valley between her breasts, I can see Janus’s face tense, the vein in his forehead popping.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” he says, voice so ragged. “Hope, I’ve never—” Then he sees me looking. “Milo—” he starts, but it’s then that he loses it.
This is the part I always loved, watching the twins fuck.
The moment of total vulnerability when all the jock celebrity shit falls away and they’re just human, abandoned to pleasure as it sweeps them.
I reach down between our bodies and rub Hope’s clit hard with the hand not yanking my own balls. Which makes my fingers tease along the part of Janus’s shaft that’s still exposed.
Hope’s legs start to shake like they do when she’s coming.
And, only after I see everyone else is set off, I let myself be free too.
I release the iron grip on myself I’ve developed the past two years.
And I pinch Hope’s clit, which makes her thrust upwards into my hand. And I let go of my balls and reach down to grab Janus’s instead.
I grip them hard. My own cum shoots out of my cock as I feel his ball sack go firm, so full—I squeeze—before it bursts out through his shaft and empties into Hope’s cunt.
Our cum co-mingling so deep inside her.
Which only makes our two cocks more slippery.
And not yet soft, still in those hard after-pulses of pleasure, I grip Janus’s balls and we rut in our woman’s cunt.
Till every last fucking drop of cum is wrung from each of us.
And I revel in both the feel of my sweet honey’s moist velvety clit while not letting go of Janus’s no longer firm balls, leather-soft in my palm.
Chapter 37
LEANDER
Life has seemed surreal since Milo’s come back home. Right now, I’m sitting on the couch watching him on the floor, this brother of mine that I never gave as much of myself to as I ought, as he plays with our children.
Diana immediately took to him but Paul was more reticent when we reintroduced them all again yesterday after the babysitter brought the kids back home.
Paul hid behind Hope’s legs but little towheaded Diana, always so affectionate with everyone, ran straight towards Milo and grabbed his hand. She immediately tugged him towards their large toy box and within minutes had him playing blocks with her.
She’s a little miracle worker like that. Eventually, after watching his sister play with her new friend for several minutes, Paul lost his shyness and ran over. Then he was louder than his sister. Neither of them talk much yet, but Paul loves to make his voice heard, even if it’s still only mostly babbling that makes sense to him and his sister.
Sometimes Hope swears that the two of them have a little language that makes sense only to the two of them.
But my heart’s full to damn bursting watching Milo on the floor with them now, his face absolutely glowing with joy as Paul makes a running tackle and he falls over, pretending that Paul is indeed a ferocious lion. To Paul’s eternal delight, of course.
