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Matt moved downward as Mark lifted her breast to his mouth. Matt accepted the offering. Sucking lightly at first, Matt gradually built up the pressure until Bridget cried out in pleasure. He looked at her. “You like that?”

She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “So much.”

He glanced at Mark, who nodded. They were brothers. Twins. They’d spent a lifetime communicating without words. That bond suddenly seemed stronger than ever.

Mark lifted her other breast and Matt repeated his playful game, alternating between hard sucks and light nips on her nipple. Soon, Bridget was begging for more.

Matt released her breast with a soft pop. Mark pressed her down onto the blanket. Lying on her back, she lifted her hips as Mark stripped away her jeans and panties.

Matt’s heart nearly stopped beating as he got his first good glimpse of their girl in all her naked beauty. “God, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

She smiled. And blushed. Everywhere.

Mark chuckled. “I think it’s my turn to play down here.”

Matt watched as Mark skipped the preliminaries and went straight for the kill. She squealed when his brother’s lips grazed her clit. Mark used his tongue with skill, driving Bridget out of her mind within moments.

“No,” she finally cried out. “Not again. Not just me.”

She reached over and grasped the waistband of Matt’s jeans. “Take them off. I want to taste you too.”

A wave of lightheadedness passed over him. Matt glanced at Mark, who’d paused.

“Do it, bro.” Mark’s grin grew. “Do it or it’s my cock she’s going to taste.”

Mark and Bridget laughed softly as Matt moved with haste. “No way. She asked for me.”

“I want you both.”

Matt wasn’t sure he’d ever heard sweeter words. He stood up briefly to strip off the remainder of his clothes, then he knelt on the quilt.

Bridget reached for him the second his knees hit the floor. She wrapped her palm around his cock and lightly tugged, indicating she wanted him closer.

Moving forward, he didn’t stop until he’d straddled her upper chest, the head of his cock poised a mere inch from her mouth.

Bridget hissed and Matt looked over his shoulder. Mark had resumed his actions, his tongue dipping in and out of her sheath.

Bending forward, Matt gripped his cock, dragging the head of it over her lips. “You sure?”

She smiled, then opened her mouth, welcoming him in. At first, he kept his thrusts shallow, never pressing more than the head of his cock inside, but soon she grew greedy. Gripping his ass, she pulled him closer, trying to force more and more of his girth inside.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured when he felt the back of her throat. She shook her head lightly and the motion felt incredible. Matt closed his eyes, fearing he’d come too fast. Watching her take him so deeply inside her mouth drove him insane.

She groaned against his flesh on the next pass and he knew she was getting close to finding her own release. She tightened her grip on the base of his cock and sucked harder.

Stars flew behind Matt’s eyes. They’d have to perfect the art of longevity later. She was too perfect, too fucking good at this. He began to move faster in and out of her mouth. Her nails pierced the skin of his bare ass, driving him on, demanding more.

She writhed beneath him, finding her own pleasure. Matt felt her body stiffen with her orgasm as the first spurt of come escaped his cock. Together the two of them shuddered. Matt wasn’t sure when he’d ever come harder. Or longer.

At last, as the strength drained from him, he pulled out of her mouth, falling to her side on the quilt. He’d expected her to fall asleep as she had the night before. He was surprised when she lifted her arms to Mark instead.

Somewhere along the line, his brother had unhooked his jeans. He stroked his cock roughly.

“Come here,” Bridget invited, but Mark shook his head.

“I’m too close, Bridge. I wouldn’t last three seconds between those sweet lips of yours. I want to come on your stomach, your breasts.”

“Yes,” Bridget whispered as Mark moved closer. He leaned over her body, as he held himself a few feet above her. With his other hand, he stroked himself, quicker, harder.