After meeting Jay and Jack, hottie twin brothers from Southern California, I began working on my plan to intensify the existing sexual tension to an unbearable level for all involved. The idea of my matched set of boytoys took over my fantasy life; distracting me- be it at school, while I was driving or as I ran errands.
I'd be waiting in the checkout line at the grocery store, and would look up to see the dowdy teenage checker girl's image replaced by Jay; wearing just a grocery store vest and that infectious smile. I could almost feel Jack coming up from behind me, sweeping my veggies and cereal off the conveyor belt and bending me over.
I was so distracted by my mental image that the checker girl had to tell me 3 times to hit the confirm button on the credit card machine before she finally penetrated the haze. I wanted, no needed, them both, and thus the plan was put in to motion.
I am a very easy going person; no drama and a quick wit. Combine that with a serious desire to please, tease and ultimately satisfy, and those poor boys never had a chance (I'm also quite modest, didn't you notice?). I started coming over to Jay and Jack's after ceramics class, generally toting some delicious baked treat, tasty beverage, or just some quality marijuana.
We'd all pile on the couch together, smoking and watching weird internet videos and just generally laughing our asses off. I shared my talent for massages one day when Jack was complaining of a strained neck and from there on out, one of boys would inevitably beg for a neck, shoulder or back massage.
Of course, I did not mind obliging. I do love giving massages, and it was a great way to show the boys how incredible I could make them feel, even with all of their clothes on. The recipient would sit on the ground, settling back between my legs as I worked on his neck while continuing whatever discussion we had going at the time. I would skilfully warm the muscles, and then build to deeper, more satisfying pressure.
Time and time again a twin would moan low in the back of his throat as I found a particularly tense knot and deftly released it. The brother not receiving the massage would invariably take this time as an opportunity to scoot closer to me; brush the hair behind my ear, or just lean against me. Anything to increase the physical contact. Whenever one of the twins suggested I get a massage though, I demurred. I wanted to keep them uncertain about how far this would go.
The weather was still warm, so I could get away with skirts, tank tops, and shorts. I left as much skin exposed as I could without crossing the line to blatantly slutty. I did not want the boys to think that they could just use me like the average college slut. I wanted more. However, the more bare skin available was also more skin they could touch and view, casually or 'accidentally'. My legs were always shaved and moisturized to a supple smoothness, maximizing the feel of their skin against mine, and I always pretended not to notice their gaze wandering down to the rise of my cleavage.
Our topics of conversation were varied and without restriction. When the conversation would fall into a lull, I would turn to one of the twins and demand, "Ask me something! Anything." After answering, I'd make them answer their own question, and then ask my own. At first, they were hesitant about some topics, but we gradually broke down the normal social barriers, and talked about religion, politics, family problems, and of course, sex.
The sex conversations were always most interesting when someone was getting a massage. I use my hands when I talk to punctuate what I'm saying, and speaking while giving a massage was no different. If it was an intense story, my massage would become deeper, targeting the muscles that needed the most pressure. If it was playful, my hands would switch it up, from massaging to dragging my nails lightly over the recipient's skin, to light tapping motions with just my fingertips.
When I wanted a break, I would run my fingers through his hair, massaging the scalp or delicately scratching his head almost as if I forgot I was doing it. I felt the little hitches in breathing rhythm as I shifted technique, so I knew that the physical element to the already sexually charged conversations was heightening the experience.
It was Jay who removed the first piece of clothing. It was almost midnight, close to the time I normally left, and Jay had just settled in to get a massage. He was about to lean back into the couch (and between my legs), when he suddenly straightened and sat up.
"Uh, Mia, do you mind getting my lower back? I passed out on the couch last night and it's been bothering me all day. I have some of that warming lotion stuff." He didn't even look at me while he asked, as if he was afraid I was just going to laugh.
"Sure Jay, not a problem. You know I don't mind giving you guys massages, especially if you're in pain." I replied, secretly rejoicing. All was going to plan. I wanted them to be unsure whether I would actually go through with anything right up until the last moment. Jay's hesitance about suggesting this progression told me we were right on track. As Jay left the room, I looked over to Jack, who waggled his blond eyebrows at me suggestively. I laughed and pushed the clean-shaven twin, who just leaned in to it, pushing against me.
Jay walked back in to the room carrying the bottle of lotion, and handed it to me with the briefest electrical shock of eye contact, before shucking off his shirt and plopping down between my legs again. I can still picture the wide, muscled expanse of his tanned back fully exposed to me for the first time.
I've always had a weakness for nice backs, and this one was the nicest I'd ever seen on a 20 year old. Years of playing waterpolo and surfing in Southern California with his brother had given him large shoulders and a well defined, tapering back. Reminding myself that there were TWO of these sexy, sexy backs for me made my pussy tighten.
Jack continued his story, about a particularly hot art teacher him and Jay had in high school. Just as I guessed, they used their identical looks to cause no end of mischief, including constantly getting this poor young teacher so confused about who was doing what piece of (very similar) art that she just ended up giving them both A's even though each only did half the work. The other half of the time was spent ogling the teacher, who Jack described as having, "an ass for the decades."
As Jack shared, I was wholly absorbed in the beautiful vista of flesh in front of me. I poured a generous amount of lotion into my hands, rubbing them together to warm the still-cool lotion. I started in the middle of his back, running my hands up and down on each side of his spine, feeling for the tense spots.
Jay let out a low rush of air as my hands glided over his skin, gradually working to the small of his back. I had to lean forward to do so, and I knew my shirt was riding up in the back, exposing the small of my own back to Jack. I glanced to the side and sure enough, his eyes were focused on the curve of my spine, tracing down to the top of my ass.
