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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Ally

The atmosphere is heavy, the air in Brooks' master bathroom charged with tension.

My heart pounds as Brooks steps toward the door, his broad shoulders stiff, his jaw tight. I clutch my arms around me, the warmth of the recent moment evaporating under the weight of what I’ve just confessed.

“Brooks, please,” I plead, scrambling after him. The tile floor is cool under my feet, grounding me.

He pauses at the threshold, his hand resting on the doorknob. His head dips, the muscles in his neck straining as he exhales sharply. “I’m fine,” he says, his voice rough, barely above a whisper.

But he’s not fine. I can see the storm brewing in his eyes when he turns to look at me.

“No, you’re not,” I argue, stepping closer. “Don’t leave. Don’t do this.”

He shakes his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Ally, what do you want me to say? That I’m not pissed? That I’m okay with this? Because I’m not.”

I reach out, grabbing his arm. His body is warm, solid, but he feels like he’s pulling away from me emotionally. “Stay,” I beg, my voice trembling. “Please. Talk to me. Let’s figure this out.”

His gaze softens for a moment, but it’s fleeting. He looks away, his free hand running through his hair as he sighs.

“Brooks, I didn’t expect this to happen,” I say, my voice breaking. “I didn’t plan for any of this. But I care about you. I care about all of you.”

His eyes narrow, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. “You care about me? Really? Because it doesn’t feel like it, Ally.”

I flinch at his words, guilt curling in my stomach like a coiled snake. “I do care,” I insist, stepping closer. “You were my first, and you’ve been so gentle and kind and you’ve taught me so much. I care about you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

His laugh is sharp, bitter. “Well, mission failed.”

The twins, standing a few feet away, exchange a look. They’re probably absorbing her admission that I was her first.

Tyler, as usual, is the first to break the silence. “Look, man, this doesn’t have to be a big deal. We can all share. It’s not like we’re in a competition.”

Brooks rolls his eyes, his lips twisting into a grimace. “Of course you’d say that. Sharing is your whole thing, isn’t it?”

Tyler shrugs, unbothered, while Nick shifts uncomfortably, his gaze flicking between us.

“Brooks,” I say softly, reaching for his hand. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose any of you. This...this is complicated, but it’s real for me. I don’t want to hurt you, but I also don’t want to give this up.”

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the anger seems to waver, replaced by something more vulnerable. “And you think this can work?” he asks, his voice low.

Before I can answer, Tyler steps forward, his usual confidence radiating off him. “Of course it can work. We’re all adults here.”

His words hang in the air, and then he leans in, his lips capturing mine in a bold kiss. The heat of it sends a jolt through me, and I can’t stop the soft gasp that escapes my mouth.

Nick is next, his hands brushing against my waist as he tilts my chin toward him. His kiss is softer, slower, and I melt into it, my heart pounding in my chest.

I pull back, my breath hitching as I glance at Brooks. He stands frozen, his fists clenched at his sides. The weight of his gaze makes my skin tingle, and I take a tentative step toward him.

“Brooks,” I whisper, my voice pleading.

His hesitation is palpable, but then he moves, closing the distance between us in one long stride. His hands cup my face, and his lips crash against mine with a passion that leaves me breathless.

The twins don’t seem fazed, their hands finding places to touch my body, but they let Brooks take the lead. For a moment, it’s just him and me, the world narrowing down to the feel of his lips, the strength of his hold.

As Brooks pulls away, his breath warm against my cheek, Tyler and Nick step back in, their touches light but insistent. I’m caught between them, their hands exploring while their lips take turns claiming mine.

Tyler’s fingers trail down my spine, leaving a path of fire in their wake, while Nick presses soft kisses to the curve of my neck. Brooks stands behind me, his hands steady on my hips, his presence grounding me even as my senses spin.

I feel like a queen, the center of their attention, their focus solely on me. It’s intoxicating, overwhelming in the best way.

“Brooks,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Are you okay with this?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he lifts my chin, his eyes searching mine. Then he kisses me again, his lips firm, possessive, leaving no doubt in my mind.

“I’m okay,” he says softly when we break apart. “If this is what you want, I’ll make it work.”

His words send a thrill through me, and I smile, pulling him back into another kiss. The twins press closer, their hands and lips finding new ways to worship me, and I lose myself in the sensation of being surrounded by them.

In this moment, nothing else matters. Not the complications, not the potential fallout, only this, the feeling of being wanted, desired, and cherished by all three of them.

Brooks' hands squeeze my waist, his touch both possessive and tender. Tyler's lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Nick's fingers tangle in my hair, gently tugging my head back to expose more of my throat.

I'm dizzy with desire, overwhelmed by the attention of three men who each hold a piece of my heart. The air is thick with the scent of arousal, our mingled breaths creating a symphony of soft gasps and low moans.

"Bed," Tyler murmurs against my skin, his voice husky with need.

As if choreographed, we move together toward the rumpled sheets. I fall back onto the mattress, pulling Brooks down with me. He hovers above me, his eyes dark with desire, searching my face for any sign of apprehension, but there is none. I want it all.

Brooks grins at me, and then I feel his cock nudging against my thigh. He’s eager, willing, and nearly chomping at the bit to make me moan and sigh. Each of them takes turns to please me with their mouths, their hands.

Brooks trails kisses down my tits, his lips hot against my skin. Nick's fingers trace delicate patterns along my inner thighs, while Tyler's mouth finds mine in a searing kiss.

I arch into their touches, my body a live wire of sensation. Brooks moves lower, his breath teasing me before his tongue makes contact. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure courses through me. Nick and Tyler work in tandem, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of me they can reach.

The room fills with the sounds of our passion: soft moans, whispered encouragements, and the rustle of sheets. I'm lost in a haze of desire, each touch, each kiss pushing me closer to the edge.

“You're beautiful," Brooks murmurs against my skin, his voice reverent.

Tyler hums in agreement, his lips trailing along my collarbone. "Perfect," he adds.

I feel Brooks position himself between my legs, his thick, muscular body cutting between my thighs.

I instinctively rise to him, feeling his cock thrust between my legs. His breath hitches as he slides into me, filling me completely. I gasp at the sensation, my back arching off the bed. Nick captures my lips in a deep kiss, swallowing my moans as Brooks begins to move.

Tyler's hands roam my body, teasing and caressing as Brooks sets a steady rhythm. The feeling is indescribable—Brooks inside me, Nick's lips on mine, Tyler's touch igniting sparks across my skin. It's overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Fuck," Brooks groans, his pace quickening. "You feel amazing, Ally."

I break away from Nick's kiss, panting. "So do you," I manage to gasp out. "All of you."

Tyler's mouth replaces Nick's, his kiss hungry and demanding. Nick moves lower, his lips closing around my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Brooks continues to thrust, each movement bringing me closer to the edge.

The sensations are almost too much—Brooks filling me, Nick's mouth on my breast, Tyler's tongue dancing with mine.

I'm trembling, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Brooks senses it, his movements becoming more urgent, more purposeful. His hand slips between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I cry out at the touch.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for us."

His words, combined with the onslaught of sensations, push me over the edge. My back arches, a cry of pleasure tearing from my throat as waves of ecstasy crash over me. Brooks groans, his rhythm faltering as he follows me into bliss.

As we come down from our high, panting and trembling, Nick and Tyler are there as Brooks moves back. Nick and Tyler split up, and Nick puts his throbbing, huge dick in front of my face. I take it into my mouth.

Tyler grabs my legs, pulling them apart and entering me, making me gasp on Nick’s dick. My hand falls between our bodies, rubbing my clit.

“Come for me, baby,” Tyler gasps out as my pussy starts to flutter with my impending orgasm.

“You look beautiful,” Brooks praises me from his spot nearby. I glance over and see him stroking himself, his dick already hard again.

Tyler makes my pussy clench tighter and tighter until I’m desperately close to coming. His hands squeeze my nipples, pulling and pinching them, making me moan on Nick’s cock.

I feel Nick’s cock get thicker and harder in my mouth, his thrusting faster and faster until I taste him, salty and smooth, draining straight into my throat. I feel myself come again, hard, on Tyler’s cock. He roars his release, shuddering over me, bowed forward, his hair tickling my cheek.

“Fuck, Ally," Tyler groans, his voice lazy with pleasure. "You’re incredible."

My eyes flutter open and I see Brooks close by, his hand still stroking himself, his gaze hot.

Tyler looks over his shoulder and then turns to me with a grin.

“I have an idea,” he says slyly to me. “Want to try something new?”

“Sure,” I say dreamily, feeling boneless with pleasure.

“Come here,” Tyler says to me, going to lean against the headboard. He beckons to me, and I move in his direction, already feeling wet with anticipation and the aftermath of our most recent round of passion.

“Think you can handle two of us?” he asks me.

I blink, my heart leaping in my chest. “Two?” I echo, not sure what he means.

“You’ll like it,” he promises, making that come hither gesture to me again.

“I trust you guys,” I reply, allowing him to take my hands and guide me to sit in his lap, my back to his front. “Oh my gosh, you’re already ready again?” I say teasingly, looking at his dick, which is standing up between my legs proudly.

“For you, I’m always ready,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Lift yourself up a little, baby. That’s it. Now, I’m going to go slowly. You tell me if you want to stop.”

“Okay,” I say, still not sure what he has in mind. Then, suddenly I feel his cock pushing against my pucker and I gasp a little as he starts to press inside of me.

The sensation is incredible, tingly, full, something different and much more erotic than what they’ve shown me up to this point.

“You okay?” he asks me and I nod promptly.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my pussy clenching and unclenching hungrily.

“Brooks,” Tyler says. “Come over here and join us.”

I open my eyes and watch with languid interest as Brooks moves cautiously toward us. He’s looking down at my pussy, his gaze hungry.

“She wants you inside of her,” Tyler tells Brooks. “Come on. Don’t be shy.”

“Please,” I moan as Tyler pushes in and out of me gently. I arch my back, my dripping pussy on full display.

“Holy hell,” Brooks breathes out as he slowly, carefully slips inside of me.

Being stretched so much should be scary, but it isn’t. It’s actually incredible, and I immediately feel pleasure racing up to swamp me. As the two men start to move within me, I hear myself crying out sharply as if from a great distance.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I cry out, grabbing Brooks’ shoulders to steady myself.

“You’re amazing,” Brooks moans, pumping me full of his release, sagging over both Tyler and I.

I can only moan in response. Every nerve ending feels electrified, my body hyper-aware of each touch, each caress.

“Nick,” Tyler manages to grit out as he keeps moving within me, driving me crazy.

Brooks slides out of me, and I feel a moment of loss, but then suddenly, I’m filled again as Nick slams into me, his hands flying up to squeeze my breasts as he starts to move along with his brother.

The room filled with the sounds of our passion - gasps, moans, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Tyler's pace quickens, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives deeper. I can feel another orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.

"Come for us again, baby," Brooks whispers in my ear, his voice husky with desire. "Let us see you fall apart."

His words, combined with Tyler's and Nick's relentless thrusting, pushes me over the edge. I cry out, my body arching as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. Tyler groans, his movements becoming erratic as he follows me into bliss.

Nick, never one to be left behind by his brother, ruts into me a few more times and shouts his release, pumping me full as he presses a sloppy kiss to my lips.

As we lay there, panting and trembling, I felt a sense of completeness I've never experienced before. I’m surrounded by the three of them, their presence a comfort, as we all adjust to the idea of the pleasure that we just shared, that we made together. The room is quiet now, save for our collective breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets as we adjust our positions.

I'm nestled between Brooks and Tyler, with Nick curled up at my feet. The warmth of their bodies envelops me, a cocoon of comfort and intimacy.

Brooks' arm is draped over my waist, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. Tyler's face is buried in my hair, his breath tickling my neck. Nick's hand rests on my ankle, a gentle, grounding touch.

As the haze of passion begins to clear, I'm struck by the enormity of what just happened. My heart swells with emotion—love, gratitude, and a touch of anxiety about what comes next.

"Are you okay?" Brooks murmurs, his voice soft and concerned.

I turn my head to meet his gaze, finding warmth and tenderness. “More than okay, I’m great. Are you okay?” I ask.

“More than okay,” he says, smiling.