Falling For The Warrens

Heather Ross’s nerves clenched her stomach into a tight ball as she stepped into the elegant house with her boyfriend, Michael Warren. He held onto her hand, and she used it to steady herself as she prepared to meet Michael’s family. He had a brother and a father, and though she and Michael had been dating five months, she hadn’t met the others yet.

Now that they were done with school, having graduated their bachelor’s degrees a couple of days ago, Michael had invited her to spend the summer with him at the Warren home, where he still officially lived. It was a big step forward, and she was ready. She was also nervous about making a good impression on his family.

“Relax. They’re going to love you.” There was a strange gleam in his eyes for a moment. “Daniel’s really going to love you.”

She frowned at that, not certain what meant, but before she could ask, they’d passed through the foyer and into the living room. Two identical dark heads sat in wingback chairs, both staring at the television, where some sports game was playing. She could identify it as soccer but didn’t know anything beyond that.

“We’re home,” said Michael.

With a flurry of activity, the two men who’d been sitting stood up and turned to face them. Heather’s knees immediately went weak, but not from nerves. “You never told me Daniel was your identical twin.” There was a note of accusation in her voice, and color swept into her cheeks when she met Daniel’s eyes. They were appraising, and she immediately saw a hint of attraction there. Had that been what Michael meant earlier? That he and his brother shared similar taste in women, so Daniel was sure to like her?

The thought made her toes curl in her sandals. It sparked heat lower in her belly, and she was suddenly damp at the idea of having Michael and Daniel touching her. The moisture increased when she looked away from Daniel and got her first glimpse of Michael’s father.

Cliff Warren must’ve been the original mold from which the twins were cast, and he favored them greatly. He was a harder, firmer, older version of them. They all had deep black hair and smoldering blue eyes a shade lighter than Navy. She was suddenly so turned on she wanted to turn throw herself into Michael’s arms and mount him right there.

Somehow, she managed to regain her composure and held out her hand when Cliff extended his to shake. Just the touch of his hand against hers set her skin tingling and heat sweeping all the way up her arm that spread throughout her body. There was a similar effect when she touched Daniel’s hand a moment later. She was a sodden mess, and her nipples were poking through her sundress so hard that she doubted anybody could miss them.

Especially Daniel, whose gaze was boldly on them, clearly admiring her pert breasts. His gaze lifted to meet her eyes, and he winked at her.

“Why don’t you get our guest settled into her room, and we’ll order Thai food?” said Cliff.

“We probably won’t be hungry for an hour so. We had lunch before we left the University,” said Michael.

Cliff nodded. “In that case, we’ll delay ordering for a bit.” His gaze focused on Heather, and he smiled. It was a warm expression, and it sent heat spiraling through her. “Feel free to make yourself at home here, Heather, and use anything you might want for your pleasure.”

The words sounded positively sinful, but that could just be her own perception, and the way she immediately imagined how she might get pleasure from all three of the men surrounding her. What was wrong with her? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, as Michael led her farther down the hall to a staircase.

They climbed together, and she admired the house. Far more than functional, it was obvious the Warren family had money. Having grown up mostly without it, she was a little awed and intimidated, and she was glad she and Michael had been dating for a while before she discovered his affluent background, not wanting him to think she was after his money.

“You have this room,” said Michael as he opened a set of double doors and stepped inside, waving his hand for her to follow.

She stepped into the room and admired the blonde wood under her feet. It was so pale it was almost white, and the walls were a similar shade. The furniture was delicate and white as well, with lavender accents. “It’s lovely. It has to be three times the size of my dorm room.” Not that she’d spent much time in her dorm room for the last five months. She’d pretty much been living at Michael’s apartment, which had been a sparse student unit, giving no hints to his true financial background.

“I figured you might want your own room, but you’re always welcome to share my bed.” As he said that, Michael closed the doors and came to stand behind her, cupping her biceps with his hands as the heat of his cock pressed against the curve of her ass. “Or I could share your bed.”

Decorum dictated she absolutely shouldn’t be hopping into bed with her boyfriend the moment they arrived at his dad’s house. They should be socializing and getting better acquainted, but after the jolt she’d gotten from meeting his father and brother, she was in no shape to deny what her body wanted.

She didn’t resist at all when Michael reached around and started unbuttoning the buttons on her dress. It fell to her feet a moment later, and the pink bra quickly followed. When she was in her matching panties, she turned to face him, helping him strip off his T-shirt before attacking his shorts with eager hands.

When they both stood in just their underwear, she cupped his ass through the cloth, enjoying the feel of his hard length pressing into her belly. He was a foot taller than her, with a solid frame, and he always made her feel protected and dainty.

He picked her up, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist. His mouth claimed hers in a hot, hungry kiss as he carried her to the bed and laid her down. Michael’s mouth drifted down her chin to her to neck, where he sucked the bend, knowing how much it drove her wild. She writhed and twisted on the bed as his mouth did its magic while his fingers drifted lower, pushing aside her panties so he could stroke her bare slit.

He moaned in pleasure. “I love when you’ve just waxed.”

She muttered something, which was a passable agreement. She knew how much he loved it, and that’s why she kept doing it. It certainly wasn’t because it was a fun experience, but having her mound completely bare made her so much more sensitive, so it was for both of them.

He stripped off her panties and tossed them aside before doing the same with his briefs. Then he knelt between her thighs. “Should I eat this pussy?”

She nodded her head and moaned as his tongue slipped down her abdomen to her slit. He paused there for a moment before tracing her outer lips with the lightest touch. “Michael, please.” She was so desperate to feel him inside her, first his tongue and then his long, thick cock. “I need you.”

“You’re very wet,” he said, and there was a strange inflection to his tone she couldn’t decipher.

“I want you.”

“I know you do.” He chuckled. “Still, you’re even wetter than usual. I wonder why?” He looked up at her.

She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, her mind flashing to her instant attraction to both his brother and his father. Had he noticed? Was he calling her on it? Examining his expression, he didn’t seem upset. He seemed hornier than usual too. Maybe he was excited by the idea of her being attracted to his brother?

Likely, he hadn’t realized she’d had a similar response his father. She closed her eyes as forbidden images of both the twins touching her came to her, and she writhed again, lifting her hips in desperation.

Michael finally acquiesced, pressing his mouth against her wet heat. His tongue slipped inside her, tracing around her clit previous to sweeping up and down her slit. He probed her opening before sliding back to her clit again with the broadside of his tongue. Then he used just the tip to trace her anatomy once more.

She cupped his head, holding him against her in one spot, since he kept trying to move away with maddening frequency. She didn’t want him teasing her. She just wanted to come. She clutched him, directing his tongue to her clit, and rode his face as he sucked and licked her. When he inhaled before exhaling against her clit, it sent her over the edge, and she cried out her pleasure.

He sat up, wiping her arousal from his face before coming down again to kiss her. His tongue entered her mouth, offering her a taste of her own pleasure, and she licked his tongue before wrapping her arms around him to pull him closer.

“I love to watch you come. You’re so amazing. So fucking beautiful, but never more beautiful than when you’re getting off from something I’ve done.” Michael lifted his head to say those words, and then he surprised her by leaning back the other direction, taking her with him.

Soon, she was straddling his stomach. “Ride me, Heather. Let me see that beautiful hair of yours in my face. Fuck me.”

She was shaking in her eagerness, and it barely registered that she’d already orgasmed once. She was desperate and aching for him again, so she leaned back and rested her folds over the top of his hard cock. She rubbed a little bit, making him groan and release a surge of pre-cum. As wet as she was, she had no trouble sliding straight down his shaft, taking him fully inside her. They both grunted at the sense of completion as she sat on him for a moment before she started arching up and down.

Michael kept his hands on her hips, steadying her, but she set the pace. Their coupling was hard and frantic, and while she rode him, she bent forward so her hair could fall on his face. Then she bent a little lower, though it stretched her back, and kissed him deeply.

She looked up at the door when she thought she heard a creak. Heather gasped to see a pair of blue eyes staring through a crack between the opened doors, which Michael had closed. Daniel winked at her, making no move to leave. He was clearly planning to enjoy the show.

She should’ve been outraged and appalled. She should’ve screamed at him to leave them alone and should’ve marched over to close the door and lock it this time. She didn’t do any of that. Instead, she met Daniel’s gaze and licked her lips as she rode Michael hard and fast, needing the friction of his cock against her g-spot.

As she stared at Daniel while fucking Michael, Daniel open the door wider still. He was giving her his own show. He had opened his shorts, and he grasped his long cock in his hand. From the distance separating them, he seemed to be identical to Michael in that regard as well. He was long and thick, and her mouth watered for a taste of him.

He was stroking his cock in an almost frantic fashion, and it was the first sight of his seed spreading outward onto his hand that triggered her orgasm. She clamped hard around Michael, clinging to his shoulders, but not looking away from Daniel as he finished coming, nodded at her, and closed the door softly.

Her pleasure overwhelmed her, and as Michael came inside her, she collapsed against him, riding the waves of bliss. It was only after, when he turned them on their sides, that she realized what she’d done.

She’d eye-fucked Daniel while Michael was inside her. What kind of message had that sent? Daniel was likely expecting her to follow through on an unspoken promise now. She wasn’t the type to cheat, and she was in love with Michael, so how could she have responded that way to Daniel? She couldn’t understand it, and she was filled with guilt.

Michael didn’t seem to realize. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know you want to shower, so I’ll swing by my room to drop off my things, and then I’ll be downstairs. Come down when you’re ready.” He kissed her again before getting off the bed.

She just nodded at him, watching him go. She laid there for a long moment, feeling his release inside her while she tortured herself with guilt at what she’d done. It was a form of cheating, wasn’t it? Suddenly, she couldn’t stand that Michael didn’t know. She hated to confess her sin, but she didn’t feel like she could hide it from him. She also needed Michael to keep her strong, because Daniel presented too much temptation.

Not to mention Cliff, whispered a seductive voice in the back of her mind. She quickly squashed that as she got out of bed. She fumbled with her sundress and slipped it on, certain she’d missed a couple of buttons, but not too concerned as she slipped from her room to find Michael’s.

Her stomach clenched with anxiety as she pictured telling him what had happened. She didn’t want to come between the brothers, and it occurred to her Michael might be angry with Daniel. Maybe she shouldn’t say anything after all? She paused outside his doorway, second-guessing the wisdom of confessing what had happened, which allowed her a moment to realize Michael wasn’t alone.

“She’s fucking hot, Michael. I want to be balls’ deep inside her.”

Michael chuckled. “I’m not surprised. We’ve always had similar taste. Heather’s different though. She’s special to me, and I don’t think she’s the type who’d want to be shared. You’ll just have to settle for fantasizing and your own hand.”

Daniel groaned. “That’s really unfair. How can you bring her here, parade her in front of me, and then say she’s off-limits?”

“I didn’t say she was off-limits.”

Heather’s eyes widened at the words, and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp of shock.

“That would be Heather’s decision, not mine,” said Michael, sounding remarkably unconcerned about the idea of his brother lusting after his girlfriend. “I knew you’d want her, but I don’t think she’ll do that.” Did Michael sound regretful? His tone certainly suggested he wasn’t happy about his perceived assumption she wouldn’t be open to letting his brother touch her.

Heather pressed a hand to her galloping heart as she leaned against the wall. Her pussy throbbed with renewed arousal while she listened to them talk about her. She bit her tongue to keep in a moan when Daniel said, “I can’t help picturing bending her over to slide into that hot pussy while you feel her mouth wrapped around your cock. Are you sure she’s not down for that?”

Heather held her breath as she waited to see what Michael would say. She wasn’t even certain what she would say if either one of them asked her. Before the opportunity presented itself, she would’ve assumed she’d immediately reject the idea, but now here it was. Did she really want to be shared by Michael and Daniel?