A/N – This or rather these stories were born during a discussion with fellow FF writer Elle Gardner. We both ship Connor and Murphy as a couple massively. But we were discussing one night whether they had room in their hearts for the opposite sex. We decided they did, but they'd have to be very special indeed if they were going to accept the boys as brothers and lovers. To that end we decided they deserved not one but two women. And when I decided to write a story to publish, over further discussions we birthed Mickey (Michaela) and Erin. As stated in the description they are a couple but they swing both ways and whether or not the boys did before Mickey and Erin came into their lives, they do now. Remember this is a work of fiction based on fictional characters I don't own. Only Mickey and Erin belong to me – and to Elle as well if I'm being honest. Much thanks to her for her input into this very very filthy piece of smut. If you don't like smut, then get the hell out of here. If you do, I pray Mickey, Erin, Connor and Murphy give you a lot of enjoyment…..alone or with company.
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*****Warning – this chapter has twincest along with lots of girl on girl and girl on guy and guy on guy*****
God I loved Erin, she was just beautiful. I loved every hair on her head, every freckle on her body. I worshiped everything about her, often and well. She was never without a mark on her somewhere from my loving in fact. I could see a hickey fading on her neck from last weekend. And a bruise on her forearm from where I'd grabbed her too hard. Her pale skin meant she marked at the drop of a hat. Mind you not all those bruises were mine. That other one on the back of her hand was from her job, as were the nicks and scars she carried like a badge of honour. My Erin is a vet. She loves her job, it was how we'd met. And wonder of wonders she loved me. I don't know why but she did. She'd hired me right out of veterinary school myself having been a drop out at everything until I'd found my love of horses. It had been love at first sight for me and I'd worked like a dog to put myself through school stripping on the side. I hated it but it paid the bills and school without a lot of effort on my part. But fuck I could do without big tits sometimes I swear.
When I mentioned getting a reduction Erin had flayed me, literally. She was snippy sometimes and that had gotten her going to the point she had literally done it. I'd ached for days. And loved every minute of it. We were a perfect match and if I could marry her I'd own her tomorrow. But being Catholic we're not recognised. It bother's her more than me though. But we'd done what we could in our years together, bought property, made wills with each other inheriting, made each other our next of kin officially. We belonged to each other and no one else. But that didn't mean we couldn't have some fun with a man now and then. I was never so glad in all my life when Erin broached the subject I'd been trying to find the courage to speak about it for months. We're not simply gay, we swing both ways. And happily so. We prefer to live with each other, but we have room for a sandwich, a cock sandwich now and then. Yes I know that's crude, but there is room for that in life as well don't you think? We do.
And that brings us to Boston, our usual stomping grounds, big, dirty and anonymous. Perfect for our needs. We took a few days to a week three or four times a year to do this. If we were lucky we'd find a guy we could hook up with for the entire time, otherwise we'd have a series of one-night stands. Which was fun but not as fun as one guy more than once. So there we were, wandering down the street in South Boston, it was a chilly night, but not too cold. We were holding hands and looking for a bar to have a drink, we'd been wandering since the afternoon talking about where to go to pick up our toy for the week. But for some reason we hadn't ironed anything out. We weren't bored but we were both thinking we needed to try for a guy that would take us for more than a week at a time. A guy we could potentially build something regular with. Trouble is we didn't know if we had that commitment in us or if a guy did. Little did we know.
The bar was a bit run down but it looked inviting enough. Erin grabbed a table while I got the drinks. I wrinkled my nose at the rotgut they had in place of Patron and knew Erin was going to be an arse about kissing me saying she would be kissing piss until I'd cleaned my teeth. But hey beggars can't be choosers. And her freaking drink? Of course they stocked that shit. I was in a God damn Irish bar for fucks sake. I made sure they got the twist as well or she'd be even more pissy. On the way back I noticed the door open and two men enter. My radar flickered as they were greeted by just about everyone in the bar but us. I slid into the booth across from Erin and jerked my head at them. She turned around and murmured approval. Just to look though. We could both tell they were a boxed set. They'd go together or not at all. But they sure were easy on the eyes, tall, lean and leggy. I had a weakness for legs and they sure had 'em. I watched them spread on the stools they sat on and felt myself grow wet thinking of them wrapped around me. Or Erin. And I felt her slide over next to me hooking a hand around my neck and drawing me into her sweet tasting mouth. Our tongues dueled lazily, I slid my tongue over her piercing and she flicked it against mine in turn. I snorted a laugh at her. She always did that.
"Want you." Her words whispered in my ear as she traces it with her tongue. I moan out loud without realising and her huffing laugh sends shivers up and down my spine. I pull her out of the booth without warning but she comes with me. Both of us notice the men looking at us. But I'm focused on the warm bundle I'm dragging behind me. I pull her out and down the street to an alley and drag her along it until we're at its darkest point. And I push her against the wall regardless of what's on it. We're kissing frantically our mouths fighting each other. Hers latches on my neck sucking and biting me making my eyes cross as I slide my hands up under her shirt to take her breasts in hand. I twist her nipples and when they're hard and throbbing I leave them smiling as she curses me. She loves her breasts being played with, can come from that alone. I drag my fingers over her jeans and pull them up causing the seam to bite into her lips and ride her clit. She leaves off my neck, her head falling back on a groan and I see her hair catch on the brick, but she doesn't care
"Gonna take you with my mouth." I whisper this to her as I plant a soft, moist kiss on her lips. I feel her lips latch on my bottom one and her tongue flick over my piercing again before I pull away and kneel in front of her. I can smell her already. I open her jeans and pull them down as she brings her hips forward trying to push herself onto my mouth already.
"Greedy girl," I say. And she is. But I wouldn't have her any other way. I slide her jeans and panties down to her ankles and raise one leg as far as it will go while they're still on. Then I slide a shoulder in under it and suddenly she is there in my face. Bare and soft and wet. I open her up for me and expose her to the night. I can't really see her but I know what she looks like. The faintest bit of moon has her clit piercing glimmer and I smile as I lean in and wrap my lips around it. She murmurs approval and her hands wrap in my hair threading through it, stroking it off my face. She tenses the same time I hear a noise at the mouth of the alley. I pause and slide my eyes toward it without moving, I can tell she's doing the same.
"It's them, the men from the bar, they're watching." Her voice is a whisper, nearly in my head it's so soft.
"Just watching? Not calling anyone or anything?" I nose her thigh making it look like I'm still eating her.
"Just watching." Her hips move a little also making it look like I'm still at her.
"Want to give them a show?" We both have a streak of exhibitionism in us if I'm being honest.
"Fuck yes, make me come baby." Her hands pull me back in toward her clit and I go willingly. I lick and suck at her, moving her ring around driving her crazy as I slide my fingers in her. She clenches on me so beautifully. And she moans. Not too loud, but enough for them to hear. I snuggle closer to her and start eating her hard and finger fucking her harder. Her hips are pistoning for real now and I can tell she's forgotten the men watching. But I haven't I can hear their breathing now. And their footfalls, they've gotten closer. And then I hear a zipper and from the jerk Erin gives on my hair she has too, becoming aware of them again. I begin to flick over and over at her clit as we both hear now the faint sounds of men jerking off, or being jerked off rather as their faint words that we can barely hear show they're doing it to each other. I'd love to see that. In fact Erin is looking over toward the sounds and she pulls on my hair turning my head briefly as well. One of them is standing behind the other while they both watch and jerking the one in front off. Though the one in front looks like his hands are behind him too. Then I turn back to Erin and forget about them thinking only of making her come. I wriggle my fingers finding her spot and she moans damn loud this time as she comes apart on them and her clit spasms on my tongue. I kiss her softly on her pubic bone as I wait for her tremors to subside.
Then I slide my fingers out and my shoulder letting her leg slip down. I pull her jeans up as I stand wincing as my knee cracks. She laughs as I shake my leg out and does up her jeans. The men are gone.
"You reckon it was definitely them?" She has way better night vision than I do.
"Yes, be interesting to see if they're back in the bar when we get back in. I want another drink." She hooks an arm around my neck pulling me down to kiss her. We turn and walk back into the bar that way. She heads back to grab our booth that is still available and I head to be bar again. I only have an inch on her in height but for some reason I get better bar service. It irks her I know. But as she gets better service everywhere else we go she sucks it up. I order again and take a Guinness for myself this time instead of the pisswater they call tequila. The bartender swears at me and I respond in kind causing him and the bearded guy next to me to laugh. "Tourette's." He says.
"Figured." I answered as I paid for our drinks. I shoot him down when he tries to hit on me. "See that pretty redhead over there?" He looks and nods. "I'm with her, just fucked her actually so don't waste your time on me man, look elsewhere." He looks at me and back at Erin.
"I'm Rocco and it's a pleasure to meet you…?"
I roll my eyes at him "No." I say as I leave the bar. They're behind me as I turn, Rocco had distracted me enough I didn't even notice. Fuck. I can see the flushes on their faces and know they've both gotten off. I can also see marks on their necks from each other. These guys just did each other. I can see Erin watching me half-raised in her seat ready to come to my aid. I shake my head at her as I look at both of them. Fuck they are beautiful. The dark-haired one goes to speak and I cut him off. "Take a picture next time guys, you can jerk off to it when you want then." I brush between them making sure I slide over the blonde like white on rice and walk back to Erin with a grin.
Shaking her head at me as she moves aside for me to join her in the booth she puts her hand on my thigh and squeezes it. Hard. "Playing with fire baby."
"Can't help it, you know I'm a fire sign." She snorts at that and then complains I've forgotten her twist. So I huff out a sigh and get up to get it. I was sure the bartender had put it in. Shit they're still looking at us. Erin tries to hold me back saying it doesn't matter, but it does and she knows it. I've already stood up and they've zeroed straight in. So I look back at her and lean in dropping a kiss on her lips as I square my shoulders and head back to the bar. I get the twist smiling at Rocco and the bartender and I see the men crowd in behind me in the mirror. I can also see Erin looking at them with hunger. One of them brushes a hand over my backside, I don't know which one. And they look at each other before locking eyes with me in the mirror. I get the twist in the drink and turn around to face them. They've bracketed me in, I'll have to slide against both of them to get out this time. If they let me out that is. As one they turn sideways gesturing for me to move between them.
But they're sneaky moving in as I slide past. The blonde behind me this time and the brunette in front of me. I can smell their come and before I realise what has happened the brunette leans down smelling my hand. I swear he moans as he inhales. He's smelling Erin on my hands. And suddenly I'm the wettest I've been in a long time. I can almost feel Erin flooding as she watches us. The blonde leans down and kisses my neck quick as a snake. I barely feel his lips before he's gone. And I'm past them and walking back to the table. I slide in with a whooshing sound coming out of me. "Fuck." It's all I can say.
"Fuck baby, I thought you were going to come on the spot." Erin laughs at me. She knows me too well.
"Me too, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She looks at me the laugh dropping away from her in an instant.
"When do I ever not think the same as you when it comes to sex?" She raises an eyebrow at me nodding at my drink. I knock back half of it as she finishes her bloody Jameson's and we rise as one. She grabs my hand and leads me out of the bar. At the door she stops opening it. We look at each other and then back at the bar. They're watching us like hawks. We both nod at them and jerk our heads to show they should follow. And we leave. We've issued the invitation.
Whether they accept is up to them.