“Shush,” Tobias whispers, cupping my left breast in a warm palm. “Let us take care of you.” He puts his mouth over my nipple, shattering my self-control to pieces. His hand slides down my belly, underneath my panties, and cups the wetness between my thighs that promises I'm most definitely not a boy. No, I'm a secret girl, with my ruthless boys … my forever crew.

A sigh slips from my lips as Micah mimics his brother’s movements on my other side, kissing my right breast, and then slipping his hand down to join Tobias’.

In the distance, I can hear the shouts of the other Adamson students enjoying the hot springs, but I don't care. We're in our own little bubble in here, and I'm loving it too much to care about any possible consequences.

The boys tease me, slicking fingers across my aching body while they use their mouths on my breasts, collarbone, and neck, taking turns capturing my lips. A shocked gasp escapes me when they both put a single finger in, using that incredible unity they share to their advantage.

“You're so fucking tight, Chuck,” Micah whispers in my ear while on the other side, Tobias says, “Your lips taste like candy, Chuck.” Just a little sneak peek into their personalities, similar, but different enough that I couldn't imagine giving up either.

My hands drop down, searching for the hard, warm shaft of each twin, fingers curling around their identical bodies.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Micah whispers, thrusting into my grip as he bites my ear. Tobias tries to push my hand away, but I won't let him, taking a firmer grip on his body and working him until he's doing the same thing as his twin.

“Condoms,” I murmur, and Tobias scrambles up to grab them, coming back over with two packages in his hand. He flicks one at Micah, hitting him in the chest, and then proceeds to put his own on.

Micah moves his hand away from the hot warmth between my thighs as I grab Tobias by the hair and bring his mouth down to mine for a kiss. While we're kissing, Micah slides my panties down my legs and tosses them aside.

“C’mere, Chuck,” Tobias whispers, pulling me toward him and smoothing my hair back as he grins. “Do you know how many dirty, rotten things I want to do to you right now?”

“Um, I can take a wild guess based on how many dirty, rotten things I want to do right back to you,” I murmur as he slides one of his legs between mine. He takes my mouth again, maneuvering his body between my thighs and pressing me down into the futon with his weight.

“However many things that is,” Micah whispers, lying down beside me and licking the shell of my ear. “Double it.”

His twin chuckles, reaching down to cup my ass with one hand and keeping himself propped up with the other. With the shadows from the dancing candle flame, Tobias’ face takes on a sharp edge, making him look more like Micah. Our gazes meet and he thrusts in deep, groaning and kneading my ass with strong fingers. The moans escaping my own lips are verging on the edge of a scream, but I've already had a door kicked down on me once mid-coitus. Not happening again, not when my dad’s wandering around the grounds in a mood.

Tobias rolls onto his back with me on top as Micah carefully slides his hand over my mouth to shush me, chuckling against the back of my neck.

“How dirty do you want to get, Chuck?” he whispers, kneeling behind me and reaching between me and Tobias to find my clit with his other hand. He works me slowly, kissing my throat, and then finally releasing my mouth when I seem to have my breathing under control. “Do you want to go a little further?”

“Micah …” Tobias warns, but his own breathing is uneven, and he's not fully in control of himself, setting his hands on my hips.

“How … dirty can we get?” I ask, and the boys exchange a brief look.

“Stand up,” Micah tells me, and I balk. We’ve only just gotten started and I’m not ready for this to be over. But at a nod from Tobias, I take Micah’s hand and stand, letting him turn me around by the shoulders. Gently, he pushes me back down and Tobias helps angle himself to enter me again. With a groan, I sink down, facing toward Tobias’ legs instead of his face. When Micah stands up at the edge of the futon and puts the heavy weight of his cock near my lips, I know where we’re going with this.

My fingers curl around the base of his shaft, and I slowly, carefully put my mouth around him.

For a first-time blow job, I don’t feel like I do too shabby.

Tobias’ fingers squeeze my hips, urging me to move my pelvis while at the same time, Micah gently encourages me with soft fingers in my hair. The former twin is the first to reach his climax, shuddering beneath me, his moans in chorus with his brother’s. After he finishes, he stays right where he is, leaving me to work my clit with my fingers and continue using my mouth on Micah.

“I’m close,” he warns, massaging my scalp. “Do you want me to move?”

I pull back slightly and shake my head before continuing, enjoying the way his breathing speeds up just before he finishes. His fingers tighten against my scalp, and I can tell he’s struggling not to thrust, letting me control the interaction. But he wants to. And maybe, one day, I’ll let him get just a little more intense.

“Holy crap, Chuck, you’re hardcore,” Micah says as I swallow, my own body panting and shaking with need. I’m a bit impressed with myself for taking such a leap, but I’ll have to wait for some good girlfriend time with Monica to high five her, smirk, and be all I swallowed, first time, you know.

Carefully, Micah and Tobias lay me down on the futon between them and use their hands to bring me my own orgasm, carefully covering my mouth when I get a little too loud.

Afterward, we stay there together, all cuddled up, each boy with one leg over my own, and we drink plum wine and saké until the single red candle burns its way out.

There aren’t a lot of perfect moments in life, but this, this is one of them.

“I take it you've all made up?” Spencer asks, turquoise eyes taking the three of us in as we move up the single step to the wooden walkway that runs along the side of the main lodge building. He's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, dressed in the same navy-blue yukata from earlier. A cocksure smirk rests on his face, but I can see the smallest hint of jealousy glittering in his beautiful gaze. He does, however, do an admirable job of controlling it.

“If you can call it that,” Micah says, lips splitting into a naughty little grin. He slouches against one of the columns, all boneless and languid. Both twins have this look of pure male satisfaction on their faces that makes me want to be contrary. I flick Tobias in the nipple just for good measure and he chuckles at me.

“Huh.” Spencer pushes off the wall and comes to stand in front of me, putting his hands on either side of my face. When he leans down and kisses me, my tired body comes back to vibrant, arduous life. Ugh, at least girls don't have, like, refractory periods, you know? And by refractory periods, I mean that annoying time after dudes come where they can't get hard again. Come to think of it, it's almost like teenage boys don't have refractory periods either …

Spencer smiles at me as he pulls back, and then nods his chin in the direction of the dining room. “Figured I'd give you some sugar before I let you know that your dad’s on the warpath.”