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"Paul—Paul's jeans," I manage, but I'm not sure how. My hips are working, trying to get Paul to take me in, but he's obeying his twin's orders, waiting for Jamie.

Jamie digs the lube out and gets behind Paul, slicking his cock. "You ready, Paul?" he asks, but he doesn't wait for a reply, just eases in, nice and slow.

Paul shudders around me, and I see the muscles in his back ripple. I arch up into his heat and then, somehow, the three of us pick up a rhythm. I can feel it when Jamie moves into Paul, and I watch him, his eyes hot on mine while Paul sucks me. Oh fuck, it's amazing, so unbelievably good.

Paul's tongue is stroking at the underside of my cock, and every time Jamie pounds into him he takes me deep and 97

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sucks hard. I know when Jamie hit's Paul's sweet spot, I can see the vibration travel right up his spine.

Paul's moaning around me, and I'm saying shit like, "God, yeah, Paul. Like that, baby" and "Jamie, Christ yes, so hot, God, fuck him for me."

Jamie's just as bad, pouring words out for both of us, saying how hot Paul is, and how fucking sexy it is watching him suck me. He's right. There isn't anything better than my boys together. And watching them move, feeling them with me ... fuck.

I lose it first, watching the twins go at it, being a part of it, part of them. I shoot hard and Paul swallows it, then Jamie's right there, a hand on Paul's cock, jerking him off as fast as he moves his hips, slamming into Paul's ass with sharp, wet sounds that send me reeling. Paul's pushing back, riding Jamie hard and I can feel his shudders building.

Jamie's eyes roll back and, oh fuck, he's coming hard, every muscle tight and he's groaning deep in his chest.

Paul's off me now and he arches his back, pushes back onto Jamie again and again and again, like he needs more and more and just can't get it. I slide off the chair and under him, take his cock in my mouth and that does it. He fills my mouth and tastes so sweet and bitter and just perfect, saying

"God yeah, Gent. Oh, God, yes."

My boys are so hot just after they've fucked. So warm and sweaty and kissable. So I kiss them. They kiss me back and I can hear Paul murmuring his
I love you
s. I'm not sure who they are for this time, and I catch myself hoping.

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Chapter Eleven

Jamie does a lot of things for me and Paul. He watches our movies and listens to us ramble about books all the time. So when he feels all restless and wants to play ball we let him talk us into a game of two on one.

Yeah, he kicks our asses. Basketball is so not my game.

Nor Paul's apparently. We get back to the apartment all sweaty and hot, with assorted scrapes and bruises, and he makes us feel nice in the shower. It works out well.

We're in the bedroom later, nice and warm from the shower, naked and relaxed on the bed while we watch TV. I'm lying next to Paul, sort of curled around him, and he's sitting at the end of the bed with Jamie at his feet. He's brushing Jamie's hair.

Jamie's hair is at that stage where it's almost dry but still cool and silky and I'm almost mesmerized by the strokes as Paul brushes it. He uses long strokes, starts at the top of Jamie's head and pulls so slowly down to the ends. Jamie's hair is long enough that he leans back a little with each stroke and the swaying of his body is almost putting me to sleep.

He's got a nice slow rhythm and I can hear the whispering sound the brush makes through Jamie's hair; soft and soothing.

The brush in Paul's hand pulls the hair away from Jamie, up Paul's body where it falls in a wave over his chest, sliding down his body. It's like a heavy curtain made of tiny threads, and Paul leans forward as it trails down his stomach, and reaches the brush out again to Jamie's head, starting over.

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Jamie is sort of rocking with the motion, same was Paul, and I'm feeling kinda sleepy, but a little left out, so I get up and go to the dresser, get another hairbrush so I can do my own.

I turn around to walk back and stop cold.

Jamie's watching the TV, some monster movie. He's got his knees drawn up and he's letting Paul brush his hair, his body moving with the strokes, but he's not really paying attention, if you know what I mean. He's just sitting there, getting his hair brushed.

But Paul...

He's got his legs on either side of Jamie and he's pulling hair over himself, letting it cascade down, and he's fucking rock hard, his eyes glazed over and drugged.

"Shit, Jamie. You should see this." I stand there watching Paul and grin, then look at the brush in my hand. Jamie's trying to turn around to see his brother but Paul's stopped brushing, is using his hands to make Jamie look forward.

"What's he doing?" Jamie looks a little put out that he isn't allowed to see.

"He's getting off on your hair. Really. It's fucking hot."

"What? How?" Jamie doesn't look like he quite believes me.

Paul smiles at me and pulls Jamie's hair over himself again, shudders as the ends trail over his cock.

I use the brush in my hand on my own hair for a second and wink at Paul. "Like this," I say to Jamie and sit on the floor next to him, tipping my head down so I can brush my hair over him. I tease at his chest and belly, then drag the 100

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ends of my hair over his prick. He's getting hard, same as me, but I think it's more a reaction to Paul than anything else.

Jamie laughs and pulls me up to his mouth for a kiss.

"That feels weird," he says. "Paul, you really getting hard back there?"

Paul drops a hand to his cock and strokes it once. "Oh yeah." His voice is tight and Jamie's eyes go wide.

I grin at Paul and kiss Jamie. "Gonna help him out. You're on your own, love. Think you can take care of yourself?"

Jamie raises a brow and sticks his tongue out at me.

"Yeah, I think I know what to do. Idiot." He wraps his hand around himself and starts to jerk off, real slow, and I snicker at him before dropping one more kiss on his mouth and climbing back up on the bed.

Paul's watching me, still brushing Jamie's hair. I take the brush from his hand and settle beside him as best I can, so my hair is over my shoulder, dragging across his chest. I brush Jamie's hair and let my hair mingle with his, so Paul's getting sensation everywhere—his chest, his stomach and cock, down over his balls. It's kind of awkward, but after some maneuvering I find the easiest way to keep my balance and brush at the same time.

Paul's shifting around restlessly, and every time the ends of Jamie's hair tease down over his balls he shudders. He's making noises, low and soft, at the back of his throat, and I can hear Jamie's hand as he moves it over himself, still jerking off with slow long pulls.

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"You better not fucking shoot all over my hair," Jamie says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

I take a good look at Paul's cock and snicker. "You're gonna have to shower again anyway. He's leaking all over."

"Shit," he says, though he doesn't sound too put out.

I dip my head and lick at Paul, tasting him. Fucking heaven.

Paul moans and thrusts up, tries to get me to take him in.

I pull away and drop the brush. "Tip your head back, Jamie.

Let me play."

"You better be good to me later, pretty." Jamie's breath is coming faster, almost as fast as Paul's. These two get off on each other like no one else I've ever known.

"Will. Don't worry." I take a section of Jamie's hair and trail it over Paul, let it tease all over his belly before moving lower. Paul's got his hand in my hair, moving locks of it over his chest and I start to concentrate on wrapping his dick in loose tendrils, everything smooth and silky over and around him, soft hair teasing and playing as it slides.

Paul's breath is catching in his throat and his hips are starting to jerk, looking for friction. He can't find any and starts to moan, begging me to help him get off. I play a little longer, drag hair over his balls over and over until they start to draw up. He's gonna fucking come from this, and it's the weirdest thing I've ever seen. Hot, though.

"Gent. Please." He's whimpering now, and my own cock is throbbing.

Jamie moans. "Christ. So fucking needy. I wanna see him go."

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I push Jamie on the shoulder, and he turns around fast, hair flying out around him. I swoop down, swallow Paul's cock and he thrusts up fast and hard a couple of times and then he's coming for me, shooting down my throat.

"Oh shit!" Jamie's kneeling beside the bed, watching and when he cries out I look at him, see him fucking into his fist, his eyes on me and Paul. Then he's coming too, fast and hard, pumping all over me and Paul.

I suck Paul until he starts to relax and Jamie crawls up onto the bed and kisses his brother, both of them twisting on the bed, tangling themselves up. I let Paul go and stand up, my legs a little weak and my cock hard, balls heavy.

I fall onto the bed, start rubbing off on Jamie. He rolls over and spreads his legs, pulling me on top of him. "C'mon Gent, fuck me."

"Rubber," I manage to say, pushing up against him anyway.

Jamie groans and Paul rolls away from us, reaching for the nightstand. He finds the stuff and then there are hot slippery fingers around me, rolling on the jacket and slicking my cock.

I push into Jamie, just push into his tight hole and fuck, it's good.

Jamie grabs at his legs and pulls them up, opening for me, and I fuck him hard, need to come so bad. I rock into him again and again, hands on his hips, holding him down. I'm gasping for air and then I can just feel it come over me, just as hard and fast as I'm doing him. Lightning down my spine and then I'm shooting in him, riding it out, coming in stuttering jerks.

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So fucking good.

I fall on top of him and he lets me get my breath back before rolling me over and off. He kisses me gently and gets up.

"Nice work, pretty. I'm going to go wash my fucking hair."

Paul's laughing as Jamie leaves and I wrap my arms around him, just holding on. He's warm and happy and I just want to crawl into bed and hold him. We kiss for a bit and he's still hungry, rubbing up against me, his cock getting hard again.

He reaches behind himself and picks up the hairbrush and gives my hair a half hearted swipe with it before I start to laugh and grab the brush from him.

"Again? Not a chance, baby. Not gonna mess my hair up."

We're laughing together and rolling on the bed, fighting for the hairbrush. It's good and sweet and he's horny and I'm getting that way.

I get my arm around him and we stop playing, just lay there on the bed together, kissing. I move my hand down his back, stroke his spine with the back of the brush, all the way down over his ass and over the tops of his thighs. He groans into the kiss and thrusts harder against me, his cock practically drilling into me.

I do it again, less hand this time, more brush. It's a nice hair brush, not a cheap one from the drug store. It's Jamie's and I'm sort of thinking that Paul gave it to him. It's as wide as my hand, maybe more, and it's got a wooden back, smooth and warm to the touch.

I pull back a bit when he fucking bucks against me. "Paul?"

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He just moans and thrusts against me, his eyes wide. God, he's kinky sometimes.

I sort of rub the back of the brush against his ass, pushing hard into his skin. "Want something?" I can fucking see it, smacking him with the brush. Would hurt though. A lot.

"Please." That's all he says, and then he's rolling over, moving back on the bed so his legs dangle off the end. Christ.

I don't get why he needs this, why it gets him off, but fuck I want to do it. I want to do it for him, I want to do it 'cause he likes it, and I want to do it 'cause he was so hot last time. I'm getting into this, even though I don't understand it. Which makes me wonder about where my head is at these days.

Getting kinks all over the place, and I can lay them all at his feet. Think lust and longing can twist your brain.

"Gent," he whispers. "Please. Need it."

I roll off the bed and walk behind him, kiss his spine and run my hand over his ass. As I stand up I put my free hand on his shoulder and squeeze it for a second, then I just haul off and smack him on the ass with the back of the brush.

"Yes!"

He loves it. He really does, and I almost see why, but not quite. I can't see his face, couldn't last time either, so I don't know what he really looks like, don't know what his eyes are doing. With my boy I can always tell what's what by his eyes.

I feel sort of disconnected from this.

Until I get a rhythm.

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the way up my arm to my shoulder. All I can see is his ass, perfectly presented, getting red. All I can hear is the sound of my breathing and the low grunt Paul makes every time the brush hits him.

I don't know how long it goes on. I'm watching him carefully, still afraid that I'm going to hurt him, that I'll take him too far. I can hear his breathing getting labored, can see his legs start to tremble. He's lifting his ass every time to catch the brush where he wants it, the sounds he's making getting sharper and longer.

My hand is starting to hurt. My cock is rock hard, throbbing in time to the slaps. I can see his, straining in the air, thrusting forward with every smack, brushing the edge of the bed. His ass is red and raw-looking, practically glowing.

He starts to whimper. I change my aim slightly, hit him a little lower, making sure not to get too close to his balls, but low enough to hit skin that's tender.