Chapter 7: HUGE X3: Chapter 7

If you’d told me yesterday that within twenty-four hours I’d have mind-blowing fantasy-smashing sex with two gorgeous twins, find a lump in my breast and then end up at the drive-thru cinema with said sexy twins, I’d have said you were loopy-lou. But here I am, sitting on Austin’s lap, munching on popcorn while Jason plays with my other hand. Bryan had somewhere to be, apparently. It doesn’t really surprise me that he made an excuse, but my heart feels heavy because of it.

The film isn’t really my thing. It’s a schmaltzy chick-flick with way too much violin music for my taste. No superhero blockbusters available today. Anyway, I’m comfortable and relaxed which is exactly what I needed.

“You’re not even watching this film, are you?” Austin whispers into my ear. I turn and look at his beautiful face and feign some wide-eyed innocence.”

“Sure I am.”

“Liar.”

“What…I’m multi-tasking.”

The twins chuckle. “Oh yeah,” Jason says. “What’s the other task?”

“Chilling.”

“Sounds like hard work.”

“You have no idea.”

We all laugh and it feels good. Austin runs his hand up my thigh and cups it over my stomach. We haven’t really talked about either of the ‘elephants in the room’. No one has mentioned the lump or the amazing sex. I’m kind of glad about the first and a bit disappointed about the second. Now that I’m here sitting between them I’m antsy. It feels weird to want sex when I should be worrying, but I know what I’m like. I’ll always take the sweet before dealing with the sour. Life is for living. Those four words feel especially important today.

I squirm a little on Austin’s lap and hear his breath hitch.

“You think you can do some multi-tasking too?” I ask him.

“What have you got in mind?”

“Put your hand inside my panties.”

Jason groans as Austin slips his hand up my shirt and down into my yoga pants. I’m so hot between my legs just from sitting on his knee that when his finger touches my clit I buck on his lap.

“Easy,” Jason says, turning in his seat to watch, the film now totally ignored.

“That’s it, baby,” Austin says, slipping his finger downwards to feel where I’m wet and wanting. Oh god, it feels so good to have him touch me. His progress is slow, each circle of my clit part maddening torture and part overwhelming sensation. I hear Jason unzip his jeans and take out his cock. I take a long look at the hugeness of it as he drags his palm from root to tip. Fuck, he’s so big and hard it makes my pussy clench. “Watch him,” Austin orders as he speeds his finger. I can’t help but move my hips in time to Jason’s pulls. I imagine sitting on his lap and taking hold of his cock, then rubbing it between my legs until the head is nice and wet. I’d need it to be, to stand any hope of getting it inside me. Oh god, I want to know how it feels to sit on his cock. That delicious stretching that hurts just a little but aches so amazingly that I’d just have to push down.

Austin’s rolling his hips behind me, his erection pressing between the cheeks of my ass. What he’s doing to me feels good but I’m empty. “I need more.”

Austin slides his hand down, pushing two fingers inside me and using his thumb to stroke my clit. I groan loudly as his thick fingers curl up and push against something so damn sensitive inside me that it makes me claw at the door of the car.

“I need to come,” I gasp, sounding so desperate, I almost don’t recognize the sound of my own voice.

“You will, baby. You will.” Jason leans forward, still stroking his cock. I lean toward him, thinking he’s coming to kiss me but instead he brushes my lips with his thumb and forces it between them. His skin tastes salty. “Suck on it.” It’s an order, not a request, and I do. He keeps it firmly in my mouth, moving it in and out like it’s his cock and it feels so deliciously violating that I do come, my pussy clutching at Austin’s fingers and everything so wet between my legs I think my pants are going to be soaked through.

“Fuck,” Austin says, pushing in deeper to help me ride the wave of pleasure.

I hear rustling and know that Jason is hunting for a tissue. I want to watch him come, to see all that tension build up and squirt out of him. The car stinks of sex and I love it. I love the sounds we’re making and the heat between us all. I love their attention that is so focused on me that I feel smothered by it in the best possible way. The windows are steaming up and Jason groans, his face scrunching as he comes into his palm. When I’m still, Austin pulls his hand from inside me and turns me in his lap so he can kiss me.

His lips are so hungry, his mouth tastes of sugar and salt popcorn and desire. He presses my hand to the thickness behind his jeans and I moan. Who wouldn’t when they’re presented with at least ten inches of cock to service? “You want me to touch it?” I ask teasingly.

“Do you want to?”

Last night he wouldn’t have asked that. Last night he would have told me to get it out and suck it. I can feel the difference and I don’t like it. I don’t want them to treat me like an invalid when I feel fine and when I’m trying to forget.

“I want to suck it,” I say, slipping down into the foot-well and unbuttoning his jeans. Thank goodness this is a big car, otherwise I’d be banging my head with every bob. Austin’s eyes are heavy-lidded when I pull out his cock, gazing up at him over its swollen tip.

“Make sure there’s no one out there,” Austin tells Jason.

“It’s fine,” is the response, so I bend my head to lick him. The taste of him is familiar; almost exactly like Jason. There’s something so unbelievably powerful about this act. I know most guys look at it as submission but they don’t know what it feels like to have a man’s most sensitive body part between their teeth or how easy it is to make them shiver with pleasure. My jaw protests, which isn’t surprising seeing as I never have to eat anything this big without chopping it up first. I bob my head and lick where I know he is most sensitive. I feel hands in my hair, and I think it’s Austin trying to take back some control, but when I look up it’s actually Jason who’s dictating the rhythm.

“Damn, Katelin. You’re so good at that,” he hisses when his brother groans loudly with pleasure. “I remember the way your mouth feels. Silky smooth. Hot. Wet.” His fingers grip harder and I moan loudly, sending Austin’s pleasure soaring.

“Oh fuck.” It’s Austin’s turn to grip at the car door, trying to find purchase when really what he wants is to let go and fly away.

There’s a loud bang from the movie sound system. I can’t imagine what’s going on in the film now that we’ve been distracted for so long. I feel Austin’s cock swell in my mouth, then Jason pulls my head back as though he knows his brother is going to come. I’m kind of disappointed that he doesn’t come in my mouth. That’s the ultimate feeling of power. Sucking down the life force of a man while he quivers and shakes.

“Fuck,” Austin shouts as he pulls himself to orgasm right in front of my face. If Jason didn’t still have hold of my hair, I’d be tempted to lick out and help him clean up.

“Here,” Jason says, taking me under the arm to help me sit up. I feel totally ravished and sated and, as the boys breathing calms, I chuckle lightly. They both look at me as though I’m a little crazy but when I tell them that I’m laughing because I’m happy, they seem to relax. “That’s good, Katelin. It’s good to be happy.”

Austin strokes my hair and pulls me in for a cuddle just as the final music and credits start to play on the film.

“What do you want to do now, missy?”

I look around as the cars around us start to pull away. I can’t face going home to lie in my lonely room with only my thoughts for company. “Take me back to the pleasure-dome,” I say without hesitation. I may not know what this next stage of my life is going to bring, but one thing’s for sure, I am going to take it by the scruff of the neck and shake all the joy out of it that I can.