Chapter 7
NICKIE
Ikept some of Que’s come inside my mouth, swishing it from side to side and back and forth as I watched the twins rise from their chairs and stalk towards me.
These boys were fucking delicious. Better than the cookie recipe I’d found on Granny’s nightstand and twice as nice as the pot I’d sprinkled on top of the batter and mixed around until you couldn’t see the little flakes anymore.
I could hear Noelle’s voice in my head again before it twisted and twirled into Granny’s.
Now, now, Nickie, dear. Leave something to the imagination. Don’t give it to those boys so easy. No one likes a floozy.
Yeah, yeah, Gran. Eat a dick.
Or maybe I should eat it for her? I looked the twins over and grinned like the cat that was just about to suck off the canary.
“Hear that, Don? We need to take care of the little toy Que left for us,” one of them said.
The other nodded and licked his lips. “Yeah, Con. How ever can we entertain her?”
I smiled, pulling off my shirt and watching how everyone’s eyes stayed glued on me. I might not have liked sharing with my sister but these boys didn’t seem to mind it all that much. And I didn’t mind it neither.
The guy in the corner gave me a longing stare. Then he flicked his joint to the side and gripped his cock with both hands.
“I can think of a few ways, boys.” I shrugged a shoulder and jumped up on one of the counter stools, spreading my legs wide for them. Wide enough for two of ?em if they didn’t mind a little brotherly competition.
“Mmm. You are one hell of a naughty thing, aren’t you?” they asked in almost perfect unison.
I moaned in response, slipping a hand into the waistband of my leggings and splashing my fingers around in the wetness I found there. “Come find out?”
The twins all but raced forward, and Con—or was it Don?
Well, whichever one it was, he gripped his cock while the other got down on his knees in front of me and dragged my leggings along my thighs before lowering his head to my clit.
His brother squeezed in beside him so that the lookalikes were shoulder to shoulder.
Jerking each other off while they alternated between eating me out.
“So fun to play with. Scream for us like the little toy you are,” the twin on the left whispered against my pussy lips before diving in nose first. The one on the right gripped up the back of his brother’s head and held it there until he was left struggling to breathe and drowning in my juices, which were never in short supply.
Some mighta seen it as a problem. For your nether regions to be a glorified slip and slide. I thought of it as like keeping your car properly oiled so she didn’t give out on you. Just like my daddy taught me.
About cars, not my lady bits, you perves.
I leaned my head back, not caring who was doing what anymore as long as they were doing me, tugging on their hair each time one of them tried to pull away. Whoever was currently going down on me ate pussy like a damn felon.
That thought gave me pause. Were these guys… criminals?
I lifted my head, and for the first time, I focused on their clothing.
Sure, they were dressed a little funny but they didn’t look like any criminals I’d ever seen.
Then again, Granny always said bad boys ate the best. I was pretty certain she meant food at the time, but it could have been vagina too.
Who was I to judge her senile ass?
“Mmm, fuck!” I squealed with joy, urging the other twin to join his brother.
They were both on me at the same time now, two fingers shoved deep while two tongues flicked my sweet spot.
“Holy fuck! I’m gonna—”
Que’s leftover come dribbled out of my mouth and streamed over my chin while my own come splashed onto the faces of the men below me.
I scooted back on the chair to get a better look at them.
Their smiles were downright devilish, like two boys who knew the only thing they were getting in their stockings on Christmas morning were giant lumps of coal and they couldn’t be fucked about it.
They wiped at their mouths and pushed to their feet with mirrored movements. “Mmm, Con, looks like Nickie here just became our hoe, hoe, hoe for the holidays.”