The Space Between Us. Megan Hart

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      “Sure, I can do that,” I said, “but I don’t have time to wait around all day for it.”

      “Jesus, Tesla, you’re a pain.”

      “If I have to leave it, I’ll need something to drive.”

      Cap made a strangled noise. “Of course you will.”

      I grinned into the phone. “So?”

      “You can borrow my car. If you have to,” he added quickly, “which I’ll make sure you don’t.”

      Cap has a sweet ride, a restored 1978 Mustang that growls when you hit the gas. He’s spent more time and money on that car than he’s ever spent on a woman, which is probably one reason he’s single. Or maybe it’s the fact he’s in love with his roommate—who’s a woman, by the way, but who seems totally oblivious to the fact that my brother thinks she walks on water. Which is his own fault, since he won’t tell her.

      But then, who am I to give anyone advice about relationships?

      “I’ll bring it in,” I told him. “And later I’ll bring you some chocolate cake from the coffee shop. How’s that?”

      “Not a great trade. But okay.”

      “Later,” I told him, and hung up.

      Chapter 6

      I fucked the Murphy brothers for about a month and a half before I discovered something important. I loved having two cocks to suck and stroke, one in my pussy and one in my mouth—though never up the ass. They didn’t ask, and I surely didn’t offer. I’m not certain any of us thought such a thing existed outside of porn movies, anyway, and we were so gorged full on everything else we were doing that adding that forbidden thing didn’t even seem necessary.

      More than just the physical aspects, the bonus of two sets of hands and tongues, I discovered I enjoyed the attention of two. If one boyfriend was good, two would be better, right? Except it wasn’t like the three of us could go sashaying down the halls in school, all of us holding hands or making out at our lockers the way everyone else did.

      “Pick one,” Chase said. He was in an old recliner in their parents’ basement, feet flat on the floor, his hands on either side of my head, his dick in my mouth.

      I gave his cock another long suck before taking it in my hand and sitting back on my heels to look up at him. His brother was sprawled on the sofa next to us, idly stroking his own boner. “What do you mean, pick one?”

      Chase, typical boy, put his hand over mine to rub his dick across my mouth, but I pulled away just enough that it couldn’t reach my lips. “Pick one of us, Tesla,” he repeated.

      I laughed, thinking he was joking. “For what?”

      “You know,” Chance said.

      I looked back and forth at them. I’d never be able to see the twins as anything but two separate people ever again, and yet I couldn’t imagine them as anything but part of a unit. “I don’t want to pick just one.”

      “She wants us both. I told you,” Chance said.

      His brother shifted, his young, thick cock not wilting even the slightest bit. “You have to, Tesla.”

      “Why?”

      Chase was the firstborn brother. Nobody had told me; I could just tell. If there were decisions to be made, he was generally the first to make them. Chance was more likely to wait and see what happened. Now Chase tangled his fingers in my hair, and I tensed, thinking he meant to pull my face forward again.

      “You don’t have to stop fucking us both,” he said. “Just pick one of us for public.”

      “Oh.” I stroked his dick, twisting my palm around the head in the way that made him shudder. “That.”

      The truth was, I didn’t really feel the need to go public. I already had the advantage of being a little exotic. I wasn’t the only girl who wore Docs or dyed her hair colors that were deemed “distracting” by the school. I wasn’t the only one with piercings or what seemed like a permanent weekly appointment with the guidance counselor. I was just different because none of them had known me their whole lives. Or because I didn’t seem to need their approval.

      “Who says I want to go public?” I leaned forward to lick him, then took him in my mouth again. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensation of all that hot, hard flesh on my tongue.

      Chance made a low noise, though it was his brother’s knob in my mouth. I slitted open my eyes to look at him, smiling around Chase’s dick as I sucked and stroked. I didn’t want to make him come like this. I wanted to fuck him first. I wanted to fuck both of them. I wanted them both sweating and groaning, working inside and against me. I wanted the spiraling crescendo of orgasm to rip through me. Basically, I wanted to get in, get on, get off, get up, get dressed and get out.

      Even at the time, I was pretty sure that wasn’t the way the rest of my schoolmates operated. They were concerned about being seen together, all the accoutrements of “going out,” like class rings or hickeys. Things that marked them as belonging to someone. The thought of belonging to any one person was not only foreign to me, but more than slightly distasteful. When I thought about picking one of those Murphy boys to parade around with in front of everyone to somehow legitimize this, what we did here in the basement in secret … well, my lip curled as if I’d put my hand in something rotten.

      Whatever conversation those brothers had intended to have with me, and I had no doubt they’d discussed it at length beforehand, I was able to get them to forget about it. Especially when I reached to take Chance’s dick in my fist while I sucked his brother, and when I dipped my head down low to mouth Chase’s balls.

      When I lifted up the pleated plaid skirt I’d bought from the Catholic thrift store, someone’s leftover school uniform, to reveal I’d already slipped off my panties and wore only a pair of knee-high socks, it was a good guarantee both those boys would lose their powers of speech. And I didn’t need them to talk. I urged Chance to move behind me. I was on the pill, but I made them use rubbers anyway, not because I thought either of them were screwing around with anyone else, but because there was less mess to clean up after if they shot into a condom.

      They hadn’t known a lot about female anatomy when we first started, but now Chance knew just where to slide his fingers, right along my already rigid clit. He filled me a little too fast, bumping me forward against his brother’s lap. Chase’s cock went down my throat too far and would’ve choked me if I hadn’t held him so firmly by the base—but by now I’d learned to anticipate Chance’s clumsiness. I liked it, actually, how eager he was to get inside me. How his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, sometimes, those faint blue marks on my skin a better reminder to me of what we’d been doing than any suck mark on my neck or collarbone could’ve been.

      Chance fucked into me from behind. I sucked Chase’s dick and rubbed his balls. It was all good and getting better. Faster, harder, in and out, my pussy slick and tight. Full.

      I came before both of them. I think they never understood how easy it was for me; how it wasn’t their skill that got me off. Chance came next, and that was also usually the СКАЧАТЬ