Parts 5-12: Sean & Owen (including boy/boy Flashback)

*Sang*

I had to swing by the hospital today for another shot of my birth control. Kota dropped me off on his way to an assignment, I'm not sure if Sean told him why, exactly, I needed to come by, but it's given me a convenient excuse to spend the day with my handsome doctor. Kota walked me in; ever since the Academy hospital proved to not be even remotely Volto-proof they do most of their Sang-babysitting hand-offs face to face. When we got to Sean's office Kota knocked and then opened the door without waiting for a response. Sean was on the phone, but looked up as the door opened. Kota nodded an acknowledgement and then turned back to me to say goodbye. I gave Sean a flirty smile and wink before I stepped away from the door's opening to give us a semblance of privacy.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Have a good day with Dr. Green, Sang. " He leaned in for a quick peck, but I wrapped my fingers around the nape of his neck and held him to me, deepening the kiss. I traced along his lower lip with my tongue and his peaked out to meet mine. I pressed my body fully against his and felt the bulge against my stomach grow as the kiss got hotter. As we wound down, giving soft open mouthed kisses I rubbed my nose against his in our signature eskimo kiss, then pulled all the way back, meeting his sparkling emerald eyes. "Bye, Kota." I said, then with a bit of a smirk added "Think about me today." The shock that took over his lust-filled eyes at my confidence was priceless, but gradually a smile crept onto his lips and he chuckled, mumbling something under his breath as he stepped away that sounded an awful lot like "as if I have a choice now".

Pleased with my little tease I turned back to Sean's office with a broad smile, and practically skip through the door. He's just hanging up the phone as I enter, "Good morning, Pookie!" He stands to greet me and I eagerly walk into his open arms. I breathe him in and relax against him for a moment; it's been too long since I last saw him outside the classroom. I feel his breath on the top of my head as he presses a kiss there. "I missed you too, Pookie" he says, with a little more sincerity than I think he intended to let through. He takes a deep breath and straightens up, regaining his flirty attitude "So, drop your skirt and let's take care of business." I can hear the grin in his voice. "Oh you think it's that easy to get me out of my panties, huh, Dr. Sean?" I ask with a wink as I step back.

With all the saucy attitude I can muster I plant my hands on his desk and stick my butt out, arching my back. I turn to look over my shoulder at him and continue, "maybe you're right" and I give a little wiggle. The look on his face is priceless. It's equal parts desire, humor, shock and pure joy. He steps up behind me, pressing his growing erection against my butt, "Now, now, Pookie. If I'd known it was that easy we could have done this weeks ago." With that he steps away and swats me quickly on the ass. It stings, but just barely and a giggle bubbles up from my belly.

He flashes me a grin before he goes to the other side of his desk and picks up a needle I hadn't noticed before. I'm familiar with the drill after last time and pull the stretchy waist of my skirt and panties down to expose part of my butt, on the opposite cheek to where he spanked me. He quickly administers the shot and presses a gauze pad over the spot to cut off any bleeding. "Are you going to kiss it and make it better, Dr. Sean?" I tease. Before I can react he's squatting behind me and presses a brief kiss right next to it. "Is that your only owie, Pookie?" he says with a wink as he straightens up, rights my clothes, and proceeds to tidy up. I 'm frozen in shock for a moment, I can't believe Sean's lips were just on my rear. The farthest we've ever gone was in his office at school a little over a month ago and I definitely had some ideas for today, but I can't believe he just did that! I can think of a lot of other places I'd rather have his lips, and for a much longer period of time.

*Sean*

Owen would kill me if he knew I'd just done that. I'm not sure what came over me but that little vixen is just so tempting and this new confident, flirty attitude is such a turn on. Technically she asked for the kiss, right? She said 'kiss it and make it better' so it wasn't breaking a rule. Ha! Yeah right, like Owen would ever buy that. He can read me as easily as the other boys, but I've learned how to keep thoughts private when needed, I just don't usually bother. This one I may need to keep under my hat for a while, though. But hot damn, if the shocked look that's STILL on her face wasn't totally worth it. "What's the matter, Pookie? Cat got your tongue?" With that her cheeks go red and a challenge alights in her spins around and hops up to sit on my desk and gives me a coy smile as she pretends nothing unusual happened, "So what's the plan for today, Dr. Sean?" Ahh, so her retribution will come as a surprise later, then. I'm okay with that; the anticipation is half the fun. "Actually, Pookie, I just got some good news before you walked in. It would appear I have the afternoon off. I just need to round on my patients one last time and then we could head to my condo if that's okay by you?" She nods her agreement and seems pleased with the news. "Do you want to wait here or have another shot at being my littler helper?" I knew her answer before I even asked the question.

*Sang*partsean and I went around to check in on all of his patients before heading for his car in the parking garage. I'm sure one of these days he's going to get in trouble for letting patients think I'm another doctor, but I love watching him work; at least he didn't have me treat anyone today. As we pulled into a new, unfamiliar, parking garage I feel butterflies in my stomach. It just occurred to me I'm finally going to get to see where Sean lives and while I'm a little bit nervous I'm mostly just excited. He opens the door for me and takes my hand, leading me into the elevator. As we ride up he's messing with his phone; it looks like he's probably responding to a text message. I take a deep breath as I try to bolster the confidence to take back the reins on our teasing game

"So, Dr. Sean," I begin with what I hope is a sultry voice, "we really have the whole afternoon and evening to ourselves?" His trademark grin moves into place as he puts his cell phone in his pocket and lifts our clasped hands to his mouth. "Why yes, Pookie, it appears we do. Do you have any ideas how we could pass the time?" With that he kisses the back of my hand, letting his lips linger and his eyes locked on mine until the elevator door opens in front of us. He promptly leads me down the hallway, fishing out his keys and inserting them into what must be his door. "I might have one or two" I reply, as he drops my hand to turn the knob.

His back is to me as he leads the way into his apartment, dropping his keys on a small table by the door. As quickly and quietly as I can I begin to strip out of my clothes. I wore something special just for him which he thankfully didn't notice while giving me my shot, and I'm hoping I can get the full picture in front of him before he turns back around. I silently drop my blouse to the floor, followed by my skirt; I'm just adjusting the purple lace bustier when he turns around.

*Sean*

Holy shit. My eyes go wide as I comb over her body, taking in every detail. The lingerie set is a rich purple that I know she wore with me in mind. The panties are a stretchy lace boy short; I can't believe I didn't notice they were purple when I straightened them on her earlier. They perfectly match the bustier that is doing some amazing things for her tits. Not that they really need the help, but they are almost spilling out of the cups and my mouth waters looking at them. The bodice hugs her torso like a second skin; the lace a little bit see-through. And what I thought were normal stockings covering her legs are actually thigh highs with a lace detail circling her perfect milky thighs with little satin bows in the front. Who would have thought this was under that perfectly cute, but totally respectable skirt and top combo she had on earlier. How the heck did she strip so quickly? I continue to stand there slack jawed as I drink her in, running my eyes over and over her body.

*Sang*

Now THAT is precisely the response I was looking for. His eyes went dark with lust and his usually flirty banter fell silent. He's examining every inch of me and I can see his physical response growing in his slacks. I grin and wait for him to finish soaking up the sight; I've found myself dumbfounded by their bare chests enough to appreciate what he's going through. As his eyes take one last trip from my feet, up my legs, lingering on my hips and chest, and finally meet my eyes a smile is spreading across his face. Suddenly his eyes dart over my shoulder and widen slightly and his smile disappears. Before he says anything the scent of spring soap floats over to me from the door I left open behind me and I'm sure my shocked expression mirrors his.

*Sang*

Oh God. OhGodOhGodOhGod. My wide, slightly terrified eyes are locked on Sean's in front of me. His initial response of shock and surprise has morphed into barely restrained glee. He's trying desperately to hold back a smile, I'm sure for my benefit, but his eyes are filled with humor at the situation.

"Miss Sorenson"

WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo? Do I cower and try to pick up my clothes? Do I act offended that he walked in on an intimate moment? Honestly what I WANT is to break through that impenetrable shield and see Mr. Blackbourne let loose with me and Sean. After spending more time with Luke and Gabe together I've found myself day dreaming about my boys even more and the various… combinations… that might one day arise. Sean and Owen is one I've frequented many times over. But I definitely never saw this coming. How would he respond if I tried? Probably not well. Better stick with contrite for now.

*Owen*

I stepped off the elevator at Dr. Green's condo, lost in thought about the elusive Miss Sorenson. There was no denying it anymore, I was definitely in love. Our first kiss had been perfect; a brief, but soft meeting of lips a few weeks ago. She had kissed all the others, but I think I was still in too much of an authoritative role for her to make a move. I could see the want in her eyes at the start and end of every violin lesson, but my own stupid rule meant I couldn't make the first move. It was a Sunday morning; Dr. Green and I stopped by one of their sleepovers to pick up a few of the boys and she was making the rounds giving hugs and kisses saying goodbye. She spun from Mr. Morgan's arms into mine and planted one right on me. The room went silent and her eyes widened as she realized what she'd done. I gave her my millimeter smile and hugged her close, then whispered in her ear "Thank you, Sang" before I pulled then there had been many flirty smiles, and she pecked me goodbye as she did all the others, but I was still trying to figure out how to advance our relationship beyond that. I had texted Dr. Green that I would be stopping by to pick up a few things, and he'd let me know he and "his Pookie" were just arriving a few minutes ahead of me. As I walked down the hallway it looked like his door was even still open, they must have just gotten here. As I turned into the doorway the sight before me stopped me was stunning, even just the back of her. Those little boy shorts framed the cheeks of her ass beautifully and I wanted to trace the lacy edge of her stockings with my tongue. I think my jaw literally dropped for a moment before I schooled my expression. By the looks of it Dr. Green was just as surprised as I was by her attire. He was greedily drinking in her appearance, his eyes swimming with lust. I knew the moment he spotted me behind her; his eyes widened and for a brief moment his smile dropped. She must have read his reaction accurately because she went completely stiff in front of me. Oh this could go very well or very, very wrong. Play your cards right, Owen.

"Miss Sorenson"

She waited. I could almost see the wheels spinning in her head. Slowly, oh so beautifully slowly, she turned on her heel. I couldn't help myself; I had to run my eyes over that perfect little body as she gave me a sweet show. I caught Dr. Green's eyes over her shoulder and he was out and out gleeful, with the largest smile I'd ever seen on his face. He always has found immense amusement in the discomfort of others, especially mine. She took a deep breath and tried to straighten her shoulders. "Mr. Blackbourne". I had to play this properly and I think the best thing to do is to let down the shield a bit; if I let her see how much I want her, maybe… well, just maybe.

I let a little smirk play across my lip as I responded, "I think today you can probably call me Owen".

*Sang*

"I think today you can probably call me Owen" he quipped. Was that a smirk on his face? His charcoal eyes were alight with something I saw every once in a while on him and every day on my other boys. I was fairly confident at this point it was lust. Desire. I ran my eyes down his strong frame in a dark grey suit that fit him beautifully, no tie, the white shirt beneath unbuttoned at the collar and was that? Ahh yes, I think that was a distinct tent growing in the front of his slacks. I took another deep breath, some of the tension leaving my shoulders now that I could tell he wasn't mad. Quite the opposite actually. I let a small smile play along my lips and when he saw it that smirk grew into a smile larger than I'd ever seen on him; which was still probably only a centimeter, but it was progress.

"Well, now that that's cleared up, perhaps we should shut the door. Unless you two were hoping for a few others to join us? You know I'm always up for a party but I think I'd rather keep this one private"

*Owen*

Ahh right, the door. I stepped fully into Dr. Green's condo and closed it behind me. Sang crossed her arms adorably in front of herself, which just served to lift those gorgeous globes, which were already about to spill out the top of her outfit, a bit higher. I think she was trying to subtly provide a little more coverage for herself, but it was futile. A gentleman would probably offer her something to cover up, but I was really hoping to not be a gentleman today, and if I'm reading the scene I just walked into properly (and I always read a scene properly) she had started this little game, so I was willing to let her squirm a bit.

I took the two additional steps required to close the distance between us, and reached up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It's nice to see you, Sang" I greeted and bent to place a light kiss on her lips. Minus the use of her first name it was a perfectly typical greeting for us these days; I was walking a tight rope and praying I stayed balanced. Her eyes widened for a moment, but then she closed them and returned my kiss, her arms dropping from their protective stance and one hand gently landing on my chest to lend her balance as she leaned into me slightly. So far, so good.

*Sean*

Oh please. Oh yes please. This is perfection. As many times as I had dreamed about intimate time with Pookie I had at least as many fantasies about sharing her with Owen. He and I had been together in the Academy for a long time and none of the other guys had ever caught on, but he and I were not exactly strangers to one another. It had started innocently enough, teenage boys experimenting, but as time went on we both discovered that mixing girls and relationships with the academy was just a pain in the ass and it was easier and more enjoyable to turn to each other.

Flashback

*Sean*

We were 15. We'd been together in the academy for years, and had become close friends as their youngest ever graduates. We'd been living together in a dorm the Academy had set up for us when we first joined. We had brought the other boys onto our team, but while the rest of our team had homes to go back to after training neither of us really did so the Academy made accommodations. We'd gone through those awkward teenage years together; discovering girls, locking each other out of our shared bathroom, and had advanced to the very mature state of teasing one another about morning wood and who would get through their 'firsts' first. Being so intellectually beyond our peers we were a bit behind socially. Hell, I was in med school with a bunch of 22 year olds who definitely didn't have any interest in a 15 year old boy.

We were hanging in our room, sitting on my bed, drinking Jack and Coke, celebrating after a successful mission. We were bullshitting about the mission and a particularly attractive woman who had been there (in retrospect she didn't hold a candle to my Pookie) and I started to get hard picturing her in the short skirt she'd been wearing. I tried to subtly adjust myself but Owen spotted it right away. "You and me both, brother" and he grabbed his own growing erection. The Jack was making me brave, so I asked a question I'd been wondering for a while. "Does it feel very different?" "What?" he asked. "Someone else's hand. Does it feel much different than doing it to yourself?"

His eyes locked on mine and his cheeks flushed a bit as he admitted he didn't know from personal experience. I thought for sure he had with Cindy Baker, but he certainly wouldn't lie. He dropped his eyes to my lap again and after a minute asked "Do you want to find out?" I wasn't sure what he was asking, but as his hand reached very slowly for me the picture cleared right up. I followed his cue and reached for him, we grasped each other through our boxers for the first time at the same moment. I inhaled sharply and I think I squeezed him because he returned the favor. partslowly we stroked each other through our clothes, watching our hands glide up and down. Tentatively I slid my hand up past his erection to his waist band and dipped my fingers into the elastic. His hand stilled on me, and then left altogether. I looked up to his face, embarrassed and afraid I'd taken it too far, but he wasn't looking at me and was instead raising his hips up off the bed to toss his boxers aside. I promptly did the same and once we were both settled we took each other in hand again. I was unabashedly staring at his cock.

I'd of course seen him naked before, but it's impolite to stare and I'd never seen one other than my own really up close and personal. It was thicker than mine, if just a little bit shorter, but definitely larger than most I'd seen in locker rooms (as was mine if I do say so myself). I went back to stroking him up and down, matching his rhythm on my own cock. He was on my right and since we're both right handed I guess I had a bit of an advantage because suddenly he was up on his knees, turning towards me so he could use his right hand as well.

Facing each other we continued to jerk each other off, occasionally glancing up at each other's faces, but mostly watching the action. I felt myself about ready to explode and I warned him, but he kept right on stroking, so I increased my efforts on him, adding a bit of a twist of my wrist as I went. Suddenly we were both unloading; some of my cum landed on his stomach and a spurt of his landed on my thigh. We both fell back on the bed, catching our breath. After a few minutes he went into the bathroom to clean up, and I went after him. Then we crawled into our beds and said goodnight.

The next day was shockingly normal. There was no awkwardness in the morning and we went about our normal routines. That night I walked in on him jerking off, something we'd previously kept to the bathroom. Our eyes locked for a moment and we had what I believe might have been the very first silent conversation. I dropped my stuff by the door and pulled my t-shirt over my head as I walked over to join him.

It was months before we took things any further. We were now regularly jerking off together, sometimes ourselves, sometimes 'lending a hand' as we'd come to call it. This particular day Owen came back from a date and seemed especially wound up, dropping into his desk chair like a load of bricks.

"Bad case of blue balls?" I teased him.

"You could say that again" he retorted, not especially amused with me. I decided to play nice instead of teasing him and went over. I started stroking his already hard shaft through his jeans, but was bent over him awkwardly with him sitting and me standing, so I squatted down at his side.

"Let me help" I prompted, and he stood to remove his pants.

I'm not sure why I didn't just stand up and lend a hand like we had so many times before, but with his hard shaft right at face level, and a drop of pre-cum glistening on tip I swiped out with my tongue. It tasted salty, a little musky, but not bad. The groan he let loose was unlike anything I'd ever heard come from the always reserved Owen. It spurred me on and I took the tip in my mouth. I explored his shaft, licking and sucking, imagining what would feel good to me. I took him as deep into my mouth as I could; my lips stretched wide around his girth, and tried to swallow the tip. Before I knew it he was pulling out and cumming into his t-shirt and I was hard as a fucking rock.

As I stood up he was breathing deeply with his eyes closed, still recovering. I started to step away, but he grabbed my arm and gestured for me to take off my pants. "You don't have to" I told him. "That felt fucking incredible, Sean. Let me return the favor." With that I stripped and went to sit on my bed. He followed me over and began his own exploration. The feel of a hot wet mouth on my shaft was unbelievable. I thought his hand was intense, but his mouth was even better. With my eyes closed I just enjoyed the sensation and it didn't take long before I was ready to blow. I let him know, but he kept right on sucking, taking me into the back of his throat as I let go. He sucked me dry and swallowed, as he looked up at me he smirked and said "not bad" before he went and crawled into bed.

So that's how it went. We were both still looking for the right girl, but it was hard to meet anyone our own age and the few we did date didn't last long. They quickly got frustrated with our disappearing act, taking off every time the Academy called. When we turned 18 we each got our own place, but we still got together occasionally to let off a little steam. Owen knew my body better than any girl I'd ever fooled around with so I usually came faster and harder with him than any other way. Over the last several months since meeting Sang I've often fantasized while Owen was getting me off that Sang was there with us, and we'd talked about it how one day maybe we'd really get to share her, but that was a long way off. She was so innocent there's no way she'd be ready to handle us both for a long while. Then again….

End Flashback

*Sang*

As this new playful Mr. Blackbourne… errr, Owen, stepped into the room and shut the door I had a flash of dirty images fly through my mind. Me, wrapped up with these two gorgeous untouchable men. The thoughts made my nipples harden into tight little buds and I tried to subtly cross my arms to hide the response. "It's nice to see you, Sang" he purred at me, like it was any other day, leaning in for our customary peck. Owen was blowing my mind. First with that playful smirk and then using my first name. I was speechless. I broke out of my shock quickly when I realized he was waiting for me to close the gap; I placed my hand lightly on his chest and leaned in, pressing my lips to his. He started to pull back after a brief peck, but I leaned in further, using my advantageously placed hand to keep my balance as I drew the kiss out. Before it could get too heated, however, I pulled back. Sean still hadn't said a word.

*Sean*

Then again… here she was holding her own in the hottest lingerie and she just kissed Owen. As I came fully back into the present after my little trip down memory lane she looked over her shoulder at me; her hand still pressed to Owen's chest her eyes were full of questions and, dare I say, hope? I smiled at her to ease any tension she might be feeling. Owen was screaming at me with his eyes to take this slowly and make it work, but I was never really one to dip my toes in the pool. I was a cannon ball kind of guy.

I loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt. "Well Owen, as you can see you interrupted what I'm sure was going to turn out to be one hell of a second date. So are you going to give us some privacy or are you going to join us?" By the time I finished my question I had dropped my dress shirt onto the back of the couch and started to unbuckle my belt. Sang was drinking in my bare torso with that adorable glazed look to her eyes she gets every time any of us are shirtless around her and Owen was trying to shoot daggers at me with his eyes.

*Owen*

God dammit, Sean! Are you fucking crazy? You just blew it all to hell! The fantasy we've been talking about for MONTHS is literally within our grasp and you have to go and ruin it with your flirty banter and your smartass comments. Sang's going to be so freaked out NEITHER of us is going to get to see what's under that hot little purple number and… What? What did she just say? My blood is pounding in my ears so hard I didn't hear her.

*Sang*

Oh how I love Dr. Sean. His opening is perfect. I'm not sure if he's joking or not, but this means I can play along without risking everything. If he's not joking my fantasy is about to come true, and if he is I can pretend that I was too. No harm, no foul. As I recognize the perfect opening he's given me (and broke out of my ab-induced stupor – that's really a problem around him) a broad smile takes over my face. I step away from Owen, towards Sean, and as I walk towards him I turn back to face Owen, walking backwards with a bit extra sway in my step. "Yeah, Owen. You going to join us?"

*Sean*

Hell yes, Pookie! I knew I'd seen hope in her eyes. She wants this. I want this. I sure as hell know Owen wants it. Why is he still standing there looking so angry? I wave my hands behind Sang's back trying to get him to focus on the moment. Pull it together, Owen! His eyes clear and he looks back and forth between Sang and me, confusion clear (to me) on his face.

"Owen? You coming?" She repeats, reaching her hand out to him. He looks dumbfounded for a moment but then snaps out of it. "Hell yes" he breathes out as he takes a step towards us and starts to slide off his own jacket. I don't think we were supposed to hear that, but I did, which means Pookie certainly did.

*Sang*

Oh my God. This is really happening. Sean has taken my hand and is leading me down the hall to his bedroom, Owen is following behind us, dropping clothes as he goes. With every flutter of fabric hitting the floor I take a peak over my shoulder. First it was his jacket, then his button down shirt and finally a white undershirt, baring that beautifully sculpted chest. When we get to the bedroom Sean turns on his heel and faces me, pulling me the final step so we're just inches apart. His eyes ask if I'm really okay with this or if I was just playing, and I hope mine respond loud and clear that I want this. Badly.

He brings his hands up to my face and gently cups my cheeks, dropping his lips to mine and taking me in a searing kiss. Seconds later Owen's talented fingers are grazing their way across the tops of my shoulders, gently gathering my hair and then setting it over one shoulder while his mouth descends on the other. He trails wet kisses up my neck and then nips at my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. My hands have found their way up to Sean's chest and I run my fingers over his sculpted pecs and down his abs, fingering the button of his slacks as I break away from his kiss, tipping my head to the side to give Owen better access.

*Sean*partsang's fingers trailing down my body have made me as hard as I think I've ever been in my life. As she runs her hands over my waistband I am only too eager to please. If Pookie wants no pants then Pookie gets no pants. I take half a step back and promptly drop trou, kicking of my shoes and socks as I go so I'm standing in my boxer briefs. I take a mental picture of my gorgeous girl with Owen's teeth on her earlobe and his hands on her waist before I step close again and cup her gorgeous tits, swiping my thumbs across both nipples. I drop my mouth to those beautiful mounds and can't resist the urge to motorboat her, just a little.

*Sang*

A giggle bursts from my lips as Sean buries his face in my cleavage. He looks up at me with joyful eyes as his tongue slips out to circle a nipple through my lingerie. The sensation causes me to gasp and pull back a little, which just pushes me further into Owen. His arms tighten around me, his fingers slipping under the lace of my bustier, running over my belly and begin to trace the line of my panties. As his fingers dance across my stomach he crosses the hot spot Silas found months ago and I begin thrusting my hips forward on each pass. Sean has moved to kneel in front of me; he pushes the torso of my top up under my breasts and is leaving light kisses on my upper abdomen. His arms circle around just below my hips, but I'm not sure what his hands are doing behind me as his forearm occasionally glances over my butt. I pull my face away from Owen enough to look behind me.

*Sang*

Just as I realize that Sean is undoing Owen's belt and pants Owen's fingers finally dip below the waistband of my panties. His palm grazes my clit as he dips a finger between my folds and I snap my eyes shut and take in a shaky breath, leaning back into his chest and arching my hips into his hand and towards Sean's face. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Owen's pants hit the floor, but I just keep thrusting into Owen's hand, silently begging him to help me relieve the pressure that's building.

*Owen*

I'm so focused on having Sang in my arms and learning her every response to my touch I sort of forgot that I was undressing as I came in. I think Sang has a hot spot low on her belly, as every time my fingers brush beneath her belly button she seems to arch a little further forward. I feel fingers tugging on my belt buckle and then on the button to my pants, but I can see Sang's hands on Sean's shoulders. Must be Sean, then. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Sang pulls away from me a bit, turning to look between us just as the fingers of my left hand slide below her waist band, I want to see if she is as excited for this as we are and holy hell, is she wet. As my finger dips between her sopping wet folds I roll my palm against her mound and she makes the most beautiful gasping sound, arching hard into my hand and letting her head fall back on my shoulder.

I continue to slip my finger around, spreading her moisture as Sean finishes with my pants and slides them off my hips. I step out of them, kicking off my shoes and Sean rewards me with a quick couple of strokes before his hands are gone and I realize he's pulling Sang's top up and over her head as he stands. I press my now bare cock against Sang's lace covered ass as I dip my hand further into her panties and let a finger glide into that tight little channel. I work my finger in and out and rock my palm against her mound. I feel Sean grind his shaft into the back of my hand, I reach out with my free hand and snap the waistband of his boxer briefs, cueing him to take them off. When he returns, completely bare, I take Sang's hand, which was braced against my thigh. With my palm pressed to the back of her hand I weave my fingers between hers, then guide her hand over to Sean's shaft. Keeping our fingers together I wrap our right hands around his cock and start to guide her, stroking him up and down with the amount of pressure I know he likes.

*Sang*

I am in Heaven under the glorious ministrations of Owen Blackbourne and Sean Green. The pressure of Owen's palm against my clit is wonderful and I feel an orgasm starting to build. Sean stands and takes my top with him, I raise my arms up to allow it to come off and promptly drop my right hand to Owen's thigh, bracing myself against him, and with the other guide Sean's head back to my now exposed chest. He doesn't hesitate and takes one nipple in his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers. When Owen finally slides his finger into me my core tightens and I can tell it's just around the bend.

I let Owen guide my hand, though I'm not sure where it's going, and when it wraps around Sean's shaft I'm only too happy to wrap my fingers around him and stroke his long, hard member. I'm surprised when I realize that Owen's hand is still with mine, guiding me. As my core tightens further I realize that everything is in perfect sync: Owen's thrusting finger and rocking palm, Sean's rhythmic sucking, flicking, and pinching on my nipples, Owen's and my hand gliding up and down Sean, both of them rocking their hips into my backside and hand respectively. It's like the two of them are a well oiled machine, but before that thought can fully take root all of that perfect pulsing is carrying me over the edge and I explode, my knees give out under me and my vision blurs.

As I come back down Owen is holding me upright, pressing his lips just in front of my ear as he breathes me in and Sean is gently running his hands all over, soothing me back from my release. As my mind clears the last thought I had returns, and I blurt it out before I can think better of it, "This isn't your first time together, is it?" I instantly regret it and slam my eyes shut so I don't have to see the truth in Sean's eyes. I don't want to know if they've shared women before. I don't want those images in my head, just of us together. "No, nevermind, don't answer that. I don't know want to know. It's just, you seem so at ease together, like you always knew the next move and you touch each other without a second thought and…" great, now I'm rambling.

"Pookie. Pookie look at me" Sean coaxes. I slowly meet his eyes and my fear is immediately partially assuaged by the clear love shining in his eyes. "You, my gorgeous Sang, are the only woman Owen and I have ever been with at the same time". I can see the truth there, but he's holding something back.

"But you were so in sync" I prod. I see them share a look over my head and turn to try and catch something in the exchange. I'm looking back at Owen when they come to some agreement and he meets my eyes.

"Yes Sang, Sean and I have been together before, just never with anyone else." His meaning takes a moment to sink in.

"Ahhh, I see". I mull it over for a moment. I have questions, lots of them. But at the moment I am standing naked in Owen Blackbourne's arms with a naked Sean Green standing inches in front of me and both of them are hard and ready. Am I really going to have that conversation now?

"Okay", I grin and look back and forth between them, "who's ready to show me what else you can do in sync?"

*Owen*

I can see the questions flying behind her eyes as she takes in what I just said, but am shocked and a little relieved when she appears to just let it go, for now anyway. I'm sure we'll be answering all her questions later, but for the moment I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Who's ready to show me what else you can do in sync?" she asks. Ohhh I'm sure we can do plenty.

With that invitation I scoop her up into my arms and seal my lips over hers and carry her towards Sean's large four poster bed. When I reach the edge I give her a little toss so she lands smack dab in the middle with a little squeal and a bounce. As her giggle bursts forth I can't help but smile, and Sean and I both climb on up after her.

Sean and I share a look and he knows we need to find out just how ready our little Miss Sorensen is to take this next step.

"Pookie, you know I'm ready to rock your world" he gives her a wink and she giggles, "but we don't want to push you too far, too fast".

"I'm ready", she assures us, "I mean, I've actually, um I mean I've already…" she trails off, uncertain how to proceed.

"You don't have to give us specifics, Sang sweetie," I attempt to soothe her, "your relationship with the other guys is your business, we just want to know if something is new, so we can ease you into it." That seems to make her more confident, I'm sure she didn't want to publicize what exactly she'd been doing with whom, though it does make me very, very curious.

Sean comes to the rescue once again with his flirty banter; "how about you just say yes or no, Pookie-poo. Have you been kissed here?" and he trails a finger along her lips. I almost roll my eyes, but catch myself. I mean obviously, we've just been doing that. She giggles and nods her head. So he's going to ease her into it with the obvious yeses, smart move, Sean. "Have you been touched here?" He trails that same finger around one of her perfect, tight, pink little nipples. She sucks in a breath, her pupils dilating, but then nods. "Have you been kissed here?" He circles the other nipple. She lets out the breath she was holding and it comes out as a bit of a moan, but then nods her head and whispers "yes". With her hot little reactions and responses he's gonna kill me by the time this game is over.

"Have you been touched here?" He trails that finger down and gently brushes over her mound through her panties. She tries to arch up to meet him but he pulls away, teasing her. She nods again. "Have you been kissed here?" he continues to barely touch, just brushing with hardly any pressure. She nods again. Interesting, neither of us has been there yet, which means another of our brothers has been broadening her horizons. "Have you been," he hesitates, then leans in close and lowers his voice to a sultry tone "fucked here?" The way he said it makes ME hard, I can only image what it's doing to her. He continues his feather light touches and she shivers then gasps out a 'yes'.

I'm surprised, but then again I'm not. Did I really believe my virgin Sang would come to Sean's condo in lingerie and then agree to be with us both? I'm just surprised this is the first I've heard of it. Sean continues his survey, there's only one more question I can think of. Her knees are bent, legs spread a

; he dips his finger to trace along her rear, where her butt meets the bed. He's still leaning close and in the same low, sultry voice he asks "Have you been fucked here?" Her eyes widen a bit at that question then she shakes her head 'no'.

Sean and I have discussed this possibility quite a bit, albeit we thought it would be in the far distant future, but one of our favorite imaginings is us both taking her at once. Given the 'no' we just got I can't help but lean in close and ask, barely above a whisper, "would you like to?" Her eyes lock on mine and she bites that bottom lip before giving me the barest hint of a nod. I flash a small smile at her then sweep my tongue along that bottom lip where her teeth have it trapped. She lets it pop free and I take it between my own teeth, giving it a playful nip, then soothe it with my tongue as I kiss her.

*Sean*

Oh I could kiss Owen for asking the question I so desperately wanted answered. He knows I'm an ass man and that innocent, curious little acquiescence she just gave makes me desperate to be the first one there. As he kisses her I go to work removing the rest of her clothes. I start with the thigh high nearest me and lick the line of her gorgeous thigh where the stocking ends, then kiss my way down as I slowly pull it towards her toes. When I'm finished with that leg I toss it over my shoulder as my mouth descends on the other one, repeating the process. Once both are off my position between her legs has me perfectly aligned to fully appreciate how soaked her panties are. I bury my nose into her and breathe in her intoxicating scent before placing a kiss on top of her mound. Then I give her a playful tap on the ass so she'll lift her hips and I slowly pull them down and off her legs, exposing her fully to us both for the first time.

As soon as she was bare she pushed against Owen's shoulder, directing him to lie back and when he did she hopped right on top of him, straddling him. She dropped her wet core down onto his shaft and started to rock back and forth, spreading her juices along his length as she kissed him passionately. Watching them together was such a turn on for me, but I wasn't here to be a voyeur. I sidled up next to them and started with a kiss to her shoulder, then made a trail to the back of her neck and then down her spine. When I got to her butt I kissed each cheek then pulled back a breath. When she rocked forward I could see her juices dripping on Owen's shaft, and as she rocked back, rubbing her clit against him, her core was exposed to me.

The next time she rocked forward I leaned in and licked her juices off his cock, and as she slid back I pressed the flat of my tongue to her core and then ran it up to swirl around her tight little asshole. She stayed back a little longer that time, letting out a guttural moan as I swirled my tongue around.

*Sang*

I thought it was hot to see Luke and Gabe together. Seeing Owen and Sean is like an inferno. They are so comfortable together, there is no hesitation. They are confident and sexy and if the pleasure I've already felt is any indication they really know what they are doing. I decided to take the lead and climbed on top of Owen. Thankfully he led from beneath me after that because I didn't really know what I was doing. He pulled me down into a hot, wet kiss. His tongue tangled with mine and his hands on my neck and face guided me. I felt Sean begin to kiss down my neck and spine and a shiver of excitement followed it. Owen's hands moved down to my hips and with my wet core pressed tightly to his rock hard shaft he directed me to slide and rock back and forth.

I was so wet I quickly lubricated his shaft enough for me to glide easily and it felt incredible. As my hips rolled under my core pressed tight to his shaft with a delicious pressure and as they rolled back my clit rubbed against him closer to his tip. Back and forth he guided my rocking and I thought I could easily come from this alone. When I felt Sean's tongue from behind the intense pleasure froze me in my tracks. The warm wetness of his tongue was surprising, but oh so nice. I stayed there, enjoying the swirl of his tongue for a moment before I rocked forward once more.

*Sean*

We got into a rhythm, she continued to rock a little more slowly and I alternated licking Owen and then her, all the way up. She started to rock faster, working herself up to another orgasm, but Owen finally tired of the teasing and grabbed the backs of her thighs, stilling her.

He encouraged her to rise up until he could align himself with her and then she greedily slammed back down, taking him in to the hilt. It was a beautiful sight and I had an amazing view as he began to thrust up into her. She was still lying chest to chest with him so I had unfettered access to her ass. I swirled my tongue around her hole, then stiffened it and pressed into the center. I heard her quick inhale and saw her clench a little as the sudden pressure surprised her, but then she relaxed back and even wiggled her ass at me a little.

I went back to swirling my tongue around that tight little hole while I squeezed and massaged her cheeks and soon she was falling apart once again. We both slowed our attentions, easing her back down after her orgasm. As she lay boneless across Owen's chest she looked back at me, "Sean," she whispered, "I want you to fuck me in the ass." Holy hell. That sentiment coming from her was enough to send my heart racing, but to hear her actually say those hot, dirty words? My cock was hard as steel and weeping. Owen's eyes reflected my own thoughts, 'is this girl even real? Could she be any more perfect?'

*Sean*

I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. I would take my time, make sure she was completely comfortable and relaxed and that this experience was nothing but pleasure for her. As I moved back into position behind her Owen lifted her up off his cock and settled her back in her original position, with his cock lying flat, pressed against his stomach. We were both surprised when she started to protest, "No I want." She paused and looked back and forth between us, looking a little uncertain. "I want you both inside me" she finally whispered out. Owen's eyes met mine and were singing a Hallelujah chorus. A huge grin spread over my face. "Pookie, sweetie, hearing you say that is music to my ears, but we need to get you comfortable with this first, okay?" She nodded her assent and then Owen busied with distracting her; kissing her, massing her breasts, kissing, licking, and pinching her nipples. I knew he would do his part.

I poured some lube onto my fingers; I didn't want the cold to shock her. With my first two fingers pressed tight together I began to massage the lube into her skin, circling her hole and applying gentle pressure. While I was doing that with my other hand I stroked up and down her spine, encouraging her to arch her back and relax. "Okay Pookie, I'm going to start with one finger, try to stay relaxed and don't clench up, that will just make it uncomfortable." She was making eager little sounds, I'm sure in part due to what Owen was doing. I slowly pressed the tip of my forefinger past the first ring of muscle and she sighed in acceptance. As I wiggled it a bit she started to tense, but then took a deep breath and followed my directions to relax.

With a soft exhale she pressed back into me, actually taking my finger even deeper, past the second ring of muscles. She tensed again in surprise and I paused, giving her time to become accustomed to the invasion. Once more she relaxed, then experimented a little with clenching and relaxing her muscles. Once she stilled and remained relaxed I began to pump the finger in and out and she let out the sexiest moan I'd ever heard, my name off my Pookie's lips. I added some more lube and warned her I was going in with a second finger. As I pressed in she let out another moan. Again, I gave her some time to adjust and then began pumping in and out. "One more, Sang sweetie, and then you should be ready for me." I repeated the process one last time and she took it like a champ, only tensing for a moment and then releasing the sweetest, sexiest sounds I'd ever heard.

I gradually retracted my fingers, knowing from personal experience after some experimenting with Owen that the out is actually more startling than the in, once you relax. I covered my steel shaft with the latex and then generously with lube, not wanting to hurt her at all, and then I lined us up. "Okay, Pookie, remember to relax" and with that I started to slowly, very, very, slowly press the head of my cock into her virgin asshole.

*Sang*

As he first began massaging around my butt I thought this was going to be a piece of cake, as it felt wonderful. Even the pressure of his first finger invading me was nice. Strange, but nice. As he began to wiggle that finger I involuntarily clenched and realized he was absolutely right, what was very pleasurable up to then just became sort of uncomfortable. I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscles, easing back towards him and I was surprised when I felt him sink further. I was grateful for the time he granted me to grow accustomed to the new sensation, and as he began moving inside me I moaned in pleasure. Yes, I could definitely get used to this. As he proceeded to add more fingers, preparing me bit by bit, Owen was cooing encouraging words in my ear and showering my body with attention.

When he finally lined up I was feeling desperate to get him inside of me. The head of his cock pressed up against me felt wonderful and I tried to remember to relax my muscles through my excitement. Owen's fingers made their way down and began to once again spread my wetness around. His thumb began to circle my clit as I felt Sean's head pop all the way inside. Sean continued to run his hand up and down my spine "Good girl, Pookie. Fuck you are so tight. Okay, push like you're trying to force me out, okay Pookie?" I trusted his direction and did as he said, immediately everything felt looser and he slid his delicious length all the way inside.

When I could feel his hips snug against my cheeks he stilled for a moment, letting me once again get used to the new sensation. I felt amazingly full and after experimenting for a moment with squeezing and flexing my muscles I pressed back into him, encouraging him to move.

His movements were so smooth; he would glide slowly out of me and then slip right back in, no rough jarring thrusts. I looked to my left and noticed, for the first time, a mirror above his dresser through which I could see him behind me. God, he was beautiful. His defined, tan arms were angled in front of him, his hands grasping my waist. Sweat dribbled down his perfectly cut abs, his eyes were closed tight, but his face looked almost blissful. As I watched him rock in and out of me it was more like a dance than thrusting; his whole body would roll like a belly dancer and never stopped, just a continuous smooth in and out, in and out. partsuddenly his eyes opened and he turned, meeting mine in the mirror. The love pouring out of his eyes filled my heart and the lust made my core tighten. Between his smooth penetration and Owen's thumb on my clit and mouth on my nipple I was going to fall apart soon, but this time I wanted them both with me. I gave Sean a smile in the mirror and mouthed 'I love you' to him before I looked back down at Owen below me.

"Owen," his name still felt a little strange on my lips, but he perked right up and met my eyes, "I want you inside me. Now." The heat in his eyes could have burned down a whole forest. Behind me Sean stilled, fully seated. Owen shifted below me to align himself and then, with love written clear as day across his face, he started to slide in.

*Owen*

Never in a million years would I have thought that today would turn out like this. I had dreamed. Sean and I had fantasized together. But I thought it would take years before Sang would possibly be comfortable with this. And this beautiful, sweet, loving, intelligent, fierce little creature in my arms has blown away all my expectations today. Being intimate with her in any way would have made today amazing. Getting to share the experience with Sean heightened it further. But we were about to embark on our number one fantasy.

As Sean stayed stationary behind her I shifted to re-align my cock with her dripping wet entrance. I let my emotions show across my face, I wanted her to know how much I loved her. I wanted her to see how much this moment meant to me. As the tip of my cock started to stretch her wide I looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with Sean. This is what we wanted above all else and I wanted to share the moment with him.

*Sean*

As Owen pushed gradually into her I could feel his cock sliding against my own through Sang's thin barrier. Seated deep in Sang's ass, feeling his cock against mine, and hearing the soft moan of pleasure from Sang's lips I almost lost it. This was, literally, the dream. Once Owen was buried all the way inside I resumed my rhythm. As I slid out the first time I saw his eyes widen slightly at the sensation of my cock rubbing his and I gave him a smile and a wink. Once my rhythm was firmly back in place he began to match it, pulling out as I slid in and thrusting in as I made my way back out. Sang's breathing was uneven as she cried out her pleasure in incoherent bursts of 'yes' 'God' 'ohmigod, yes, yes'. Then she shocked the hell out of me when she called out "harder!" I met Owen's eyes again over her shoulder and we silently agreed. Pookie gets what Pookie wants. Together we ramped it up, pumping in and out of her harder and faster than before.

*Sang*

Ohmigod. Oh My God. Yes. Fuck, yes. Oh God. Ohhhhh GOD. Fuck. Harder! Yes. Yes. Oh God, Owen, right there, keep your thumb right there. This was the most incredible feeling and I don't think I could ever get enough of it. I have no idea what I'm saying out loud versus what's in my head, but OH MY GOD. I shatter, completely, all coherent thought gone.

*Owen*

Fuck this is even better than I imagined it. Just the idea of sharing Sang's sweet body with Sean was a turn on, but this? Actually feeling him moving inside her? And oh lord the sounds she is making. This is amazing and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. 'This is it' I tell Sean with my eyes 'when she goes we go'. He nods his head in agreement, he's holding on by a thread too. I press my thumb hard against her clit and continue to match his rhythm and watch as the most beautiful girl in the world comes apart above me.

*Sean*

I feel Sang's whole body tighten as she screams out her orgasm, her voice cracking as she gets louder and the scream turning silent. Her muscles are pulsing around me and I slam into her one final time; pressing myself tight into her as I release into the condom. Owen has done the same, his balls snug up against mine as we both bury ourselves as deep in her as we can get. I collapse on top of them, holding myself up enough not to crush her and I feel Owen's hands on my shoulder and hip, lending me a little extra support. I roll to the right and he turns himself and Sang with me so we can both stay inside her.

The room is filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing. I run my hand up Sang's side, from her hip to her shoulder, then reach across to Owen's shoulder and run my fingers down his side, coming to rest on his hip. As a little after-tremor washes over me I shiver and squeeze his ass. He chuckles at my action as he brushes Sang's hair off her face, this is easily the most relaxed I've seen him in years. He continues gently stroking her cheek until she opens her eyes. I can see it reflected in his eyes as a dopey grin spreads across Pookie's face. She snuggles back into me a little as she leans forward and leaves a peck on Owen's mouth, her left hand coming up to rest on my forearm where it crosses her.

We snuggle in silence for a few more minutes, before I have to pull out, I'm softening and it's going to make a mess if I don't go clean up now. With another squeeze to Owen's ass and a kiss to Pookie's shoulder I slip out of her. I get to my knees and step gingerly off the bed, pulling the condom off as I go. I walk towards my bathroom, passing by Owen on the bed when he surprises me by reaching out. I turn towards him, with a question on my face. He's extracted himself from Sang as well and rolled to face me; Sang is up on one elbow watching us lazily. My semi-soft cock, wet with my cum, is right in front of his face. He gives me a wink then takes me in his mouth, swallowing around me, cleaning me up. I close my eyes for a moment and breathe out a sigh of contentment out of habit before I remember Sang is there and watching; I wonder what she thinks of this. I open my eyes and look back to her as Owen gives a few final licks. The heat burning in her eyes as she watches his every move is almost enough to make me hard again, but I know I need another 20 minutes at least.

She looks up into my eyes, seemingly a little embarrassed to be watching such an intimate moment, but I can still see how much it turned her on. Owen settles back and gives me a smile, keeping my eyes locked with hers I bend over and take his softening cock into my mouth, returning the favor and lapping up their mixed juices. Owen's fingers thread through my hair and a broad smile spreads across my Pookie's face. As I finish with Owen I press a soft kiss to his abs and he releases my head. I step away to toss the used condom in the trash, then climb back onto the bed.

Sang turns toward me, wiggling her butt back up against Owen and I slide close so she's snugly sandwiched between us, ready for a nap, which I think Owen might already be taking. "So," Sang begins, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye that looks more at home on Luke, "what other positions can we try?" I let out a full blown laugh. My Pookie is apparently insatiable. "Oh Pookie, we have a lot to show you, but we're not 15 anymore, give us a few minutes." "And maybe a sandwich" Owen grumbles out from her other side, half asleep. At that Pookie lets out a giggle and I pop her on the thigh, "none of that now Pookie, or we'll never get to round two." With a contented sigh and a large smile she closes her eyes and snuggles down close. I wrap my arms around both of them and drift off for a quick nap. After all, I've got to get my energy back up for another round.