Well, levyruth18, this is definitely my favorite one yet, hope you like it as well ;P

Day 7.

"It's the last day of spring break, you know. So, I won't be able to come here every afternoon anymore, starting tomorrow."

"Ye mean, ye're leaving?"

"No! I'm just going to have classes again, that's all."

"Okay, I guess we'll- Would ye stop wiggling, Kaiah!"

They were sitting on their park bench; since the sun was still playing hide-and-seek with the clouds, the lawn had remained saturated by two days of non-stop rain.

He'd snatched the sketchbook upon arriving and hadn't been disappointed. The last page was filled with either Connor going down on him, or the other way around. It made him dizzy just looking at it. He'd already fantasized about what they could do together, if the barriers were ever to crumble. But he'd barely allowed himself to fully visualize it, never daring to create a false reality too clear in his mind for fear of losing his grip. Now that he could watch it on paper, he wondered how long he would be able to restrain himself before he just…tried.

"Why don't ye ever include yerself in those, Kaiah? Wouldn't it be hot for ye to be pictured here with us?"

"I don't know. I guess I don't find myself such a turn-on…unlike yourself," she quipped.

"Give me yer pen, Kaiah."

"Do you know how to draw?"

"How hard can it be? Now stop moving, Kaiah, I'm working."

"Alright, Murphy, I guess it's only fair."

He loved saying her name over and over now that he'd learned it. Just to watch her squirming on her seat with embarrassment. He found it so odd that little things like this could still make her flustered after what they'd already done. Although hearing his own name coming from her mouth didn't feel too bad either.

Despite his young age, he considered himself experienced. But he'd never jerked off like that, exposed, in front of a girl just watching him. And enjoying watching him. Just thinking about it could make him hard again. Especially if he added Connor watching her watching him. That mere idea made him quietly groan.

"So, ye from here, then?" he asked, trying to bring back his own attention to the present.

"No, I only came in this city for college… Straight from Michigan. I'm from a very small town, so even if I've been here for months, I don't think I'm used to the crowds and everything yet. That's probably why I like the park."

"It's sort of the same for me. We used to live in a tiny village in Ireland. Then, we became sailors, when we were about sixteen, so, we've been around the world. But settling down somewhere feels different."

"That must have been quite an experience…"

"Ye bet! I lost my virginity in the Canary Islands, did my first three-way with two German beauties, I even got spanked by a Russian lass that left a scar!"

He stopped drawing just to lift his own shirt and show her the light scab on his side. She chuckled again, and now he crossed out his last attempt. Drawing faithfully, even with a model was proving harder than he'd thought. He was used to being good at anything without trying too much, but he might have found the one thing he'd need to work on… He sighed, and started again from scratch, opting for a more cartoonish approach.

"What are you trying to draw?"

"Do I ask ye questions when ye're the one doing it?"

"I just thought I could help."

"Well, ye'd help if ye looked like ye were enjoying yerself!"

Her head fell back for a second when she let out a laugh.

"There! Do that again!"

"I really hate being the one modeling…"

"Shut up, now, I need to focus."

She pushed on his shoulder, causing him to mess up a line.

"See that? Ye're trying to sabotage me, 'cause ye feel threatened by my raw talent!"

She laughed again. Right there. When her head fell back, with that blissful look on her traits and the twinkle lightening her black eyes. That's what he wanted to capture. Then he'd just need to doodle himself with his head between her legs. She'd put on a skirt today, with high socks, so he could see her knees for the first time. He'd never known knees could be sexy until now. He was dying to watch them open for him.

"So, are you guys now staying here because you like it?" she asked, unaware of his train of thoughts.

"We might someday… I guess we're still a little homesick. We don't know anyone here except parents of parents, right. Plus, we didn't manage to find work at the same place yet. Since money was running low, we were forced to accept two different jobs, and now we don't even got the same shifts. Connor works for security at a fancy building, mostly nights but not always, that's why he's usually comatose at this hour."

"What about ye?"

"I'm only washing dishes part-time right now, just a few lunches and nights. But I'll soon find something better!" His defensive tone showed how much his brother must have been teasing him about it.

"Why did you stop sailing then? At least you worked together, and you had all these opportunities…"

"We ended up getting kicked out. We always end up getting kicked out of everywhere."

"Why?"

"'Cause we're too good for this world, lass!"

He laughed, but with everything he'd say until now, she figured it out. These twins always stood up for something they deemed right, and so they got in trouble wherever they were. That or, perhaps, one had slept with their boss's daughter or something to this extent.

"This is too hard…" he finally whined after the third attempt.

"You just need a little more practice. Let me see."

"Trust me, it doesn't do justice to ye, nor to the images in my head," he said as he handed her back the supplies. "I should just show ye for real what I meant to draw."

He saw the pink on her cheeks darken as she examined the failed drafts and realized what he meant.

"We could go to yers, this time. I'm sure if ye strip for me as I did for ye, it'll motivate me to practice some more."

She grimaced. "I don't think my old aunt would let me invite a boy in my room…"

"T'fuck? Ye're not a kid anymore, Kaiah!"

"I'm just stuck there for now. It's my fault, really. If I'd got a job instead of spending all my free time here, I could consider moving out."

"But then, we wouldn't have met. That would have been a fucking waste seeing all the jerking-off material it's given me!"

She laughed mirthfully again, with the blush on her cheeks and that glint in her eyes –God, he wanted to watch her come.

"The one problem I've got with ye is:" he waggled his tattooed finger before her eyes.

"What? Oh, 'justice'. What does that mean now?" she adorably frowned.

"It means that ye've watched me wanking off, but I didn't see ye do the same. That's textbook injustice, Kaiah." He pretended to be serious.

"I never said I would in return!"

"Tsk… Not my fault if that's plainly unfair. I don't make the rules."

"You're clearly making up the rules! No way, Murphy!"

"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in surrender. "I was only saying that for yer sake, obviously. Ye'd be the one getting off, and I'd be the one with blue balls in this scenario…"

She gritted her teeth, squinting her eyes at him, clearly stating that his reverse psychology wouldn't work on her. So, he sighed and resolved to watch the passersby in silence.

"We don't have anywhere to go, if we were to do that anyway…" she finally uttered after a long moment of heavy silence. "If Connor's sleeping at yours."

He couldn't repress the beaming smile on his lips; this sounded awfully like her surrendering to the idea. "Well, he might be. But when I left, he was calling the girl from the other day, so he might also be out. We could go check. And if he is there, well, he's a heavy sleeper…"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I don't know, ye're the one with the kinky ideas."

"Yeah, for drawing!" But she couldn't deny that the thought was visibly beginning to travel south and wake up some tingling parts.

"It's not like we planned to fuck, anyway –though I'll keep an open mind. Now, ye'd just need to stay quiet, that's all."

"And keep my back on him…"

"He probably won't even be there though…"

Next thing she knew, they were egging each other on in the elevator again. Driving each other mad. And both loving every second of it.

The thing seemed only made for foreplay. Five stories weren't much to climb on stairs, and the lift almost took longer. But the way it tumbled up practically forced them to hold on to each other for support.

She appreciated that, even with that much taunting, Murphy still didn't pressure her to go further. Of course, he was pushing her limits in so many ways, but, after her poor sexual experiences, she'd been craving to try another approach. As it happened, she'd only ever managed to orgasm privately. Without anyone else present. So, the idea of trying to get there while he was watching took her breath away. If part of her thought she couldn't possibly succeed, another part was feeling that it would increase every sensation tenfold.

And that second part was becoming louder and louder with every graze of his heavenly thin lips. By the time they'd reached their floor, he was trailing his open mouth on her collarbone, nipping lightly at her skin without ever fully committing to a kiss. And, obviously, making her whimper and grind her legs together with yearning. His hands had gradually slid up to tentatively brush her breasts for the first time. Still above her clothes, his thumbs hovered over her nipples, just to give her a taste of what she was missing. She almost whined, as if she was going to weep from frustration. His tongue darted out to indulge in one quick lap on the thin skin over her pulse point.

And the small part of her that didn't want to go all the way was smothered by a rush of pleasure so intense, she scratched his shoulders with her nails.

"Let's go inside, Murphy…" she panted.

Needless to say, he caught her drift.

He broke away, putting a finger on his own lips to shush her before cautiously opening the door. However, while his back obstructed her view of the apartment, she heard him exclaim at once:

"What the fuck, Conn'?"

She got scared at Murphy's astounded tone for a second, until this one broke into hysteric laughter. He stepped aside to get in and slumped on the couch since his body yielded to the spasms provoked by his hilarity. Only then did she witness the position Connor was in.

He was laid on his back, sprawled naked on his bed. Both his hands were trussed up -with a scarf, it seemed- on either side of his head, preventing him to stand or cover himself. And a cloth was bound over his eyes, rendering him blind.

"I swear to God Himself, Murphy, if ye don't stop laughing now, I'm going to whip yer ass so hard ye won't be able to sit."

That line was able to tear her eyes from Connor's bare body -which she'd only dreamed about until now and which she'd been watching in stupefaction. She glanced at Murphy who also glimpsed back at her; they knew they were picturing the same racy scene in their minds. With a whip. And Murphy exploded in another fit.

"I don't see what's so fucking funny, Murph'! Just fucking untie me."

"And deprive Kaiah from that view? That'd be criminal, brother."

"Shit…"

She widened her eyes in silence before glaring at Murphy. Connor had had no idea she was there yet. She swiftly turned around, covering her eyes.

"Hum… Sorry, Connor. I'm not looking I swear."

"Ye can check me out all ye want, lass, as long as ye come over and untie me. 'Cause I'm starting to think this fucker is going to leave me hanging."

"Right. Of course." She spun on her heels, eager to help.

"Hang on- Hang on!" Murphy grabbed her shoulder to stop her. "C'mere, why would ye want to do that, lass?"

"Uh, are you suggesting we keep your brother prisoner?"

"Don't let his bad influence rub off-" this one started, promptly cut off by his wicked twin:

"I'm just saying, someone did that for a reason. What did ye do, Connor? Is she coming back at least?"

"Em… Probably not," Connor admitted.

"I mean, ye've known that girl less than a week and she does that?"

"It wasn't Laura, it was Ashley…"

"Ye called fucking Ashley? That lass is mad as hell!"

"I know! But Laura wasn't available."

Daring to come in -since it seemed they weren't leaving after all- so she could close the front door behind her just in case someone walked in the hallway, she listened to their banter with a smile on her face. These two rascals were too cute not to. The avalanche of Irish brogue would have been enough for her to revel in their voices, but the situation surely helped as well. She kept glancing at Connor's flawless body -as she'd incidentally got a better view-, not wondering in the slightest how he could make a woman -or, more accurately, women, plural- go crazy.

He was thinner than his brother, with that unbelievable golden skin that begged to be touched. True, that meant he had narrower shoulders and waist, but he didn't have a drop of fat on him. His muscles were tight, lean, a little more defined. And even at rest, his member seemed like the perfect size, definitely not small, but not so big that it made her fearful -much like his brother in this aspect. She was committing all of this to memory so that she'd be able to render it as faithfully as she could later on.

"Well, that serves ye right! Why would ye let Ashley tie ye up, ye fucking masochist!"

"I guess it looked like a good idea at the time. She seemed in a brilliant mood. But then, she asked me if I was seeing other girls… I thought it was a game! That she wanted me to make her jealous or something. It's not like we're exclusive!"

"Did she know that?" Kaiah dared ask.

"Apparently, she'd made her own mind about it…"

Murphy laughed again. "Christ! I think I'll be on her side for once! Ye need to cut her loose, arsehole!"

"Well, it's fucking done, now, isn't it? Come on, Kaiah, ye're not going to leave me like that, lass! I'm cold…"

"Don't feel sorry for him, girl. He deserves it." Murphy's arms encircled her waist to make sure she wouldn't move, his chin resting on her shoulder, his light stubble tickling her neck. "If ye're so cold, I'll tuck ye in, brother."

"Fuck ye, Murph'."

"See?" He pecked her on the cheek, then let go of her to position himself between her and his brother. "Okay, I'll untie ye, but ye'll need to leave right away. Kaiah and I have plans."

"Come on, ye know I need to get some sleep before my shift tonight…" his twin complained.

"Then sleep! I'm not stopping ye! Would ye rather remain right here like that, or sleep outside? I must warn ye, though, there's a nice drizzle out there."

That was a blatant lie, but it made Connor pause.

"What do you think you're proposing, Murphy?" she asked in a whisper.

He turned back to face her, and leaned in to answer just for her ear: "He's blindfolded… We can do whatever we want, he won't see it."

"Are ye guys going to fuck right now? Ye've got to be kidding me…" Connor lamented.

"Don't act like it bothers ye, ye deviant josser! I can see yer cock is already half-hard just thinking we might," Murphy threw above his shoulder.

"Stop looking at my cock, ye sicko."

"Then stop getting turned on! Anyway, I told ye, we're not fucking, we're doing art."

"Aye, right. Take me for a fool."

But he didn't ask to be untied anymore. Murphy pushed Kaiah's waist softly, until the back of her knees hit the sofa. He took her drawing supplies from her hands and whispered: "Are ye going to chicken out on me now, lass?"

She squinted her eyes with anger and flipped him off.

"I think ye can find a better use for that finger, luv."

She chuckled, but still stated: "I should leave."

"Ye can. I'm not stopping ye, but, c'mere girl." He dropped his voice to make sure Connor wouldn't hear, blowing hot air behind her ear. "I know ye've been fantasizing about him as well. Since day one. Now he's here. He's fucking naked. And he can't do a damn thing. The fucker can barely lift a finger. While ye, ye can do whatever ye want. And I think ye want to rub down yer clit while watching his dick grow hard. Am I wrong?"

She turned bright red, biting her lower lip.

"Go ahead. Nothing's stopping ye. Ye can watch him all ye want, he said he didn't mind and I'm not jealous."

"What the fuck are ye two mumbling about over there?"

"Shut up, Connor! Count yerself lucky I'm not using yer dick as a dartboard right now! It's not like ye could stop me."

"You guys really need some anger management or couples counseling or something," she stated to try and get a grip. "Can't you be nice to each other for one second?"

They both dismissively snorted with perfect synchronicity.

"Ye know what?" Murphy said then. "Forget that tosser even exists. Just focus on me right now."

He pushed her coat off her shoulders, and she let him. Taking advantage of the motion to get a little closer, he leaned in to whisper in her ear some more:

"Forget him, Kaiah. We came here because ye owe yerself a little payback. Do ye know how fucking hot it was for me to jerk off in front of ye yesterday? All I want is to return the favour… Though I can't say I'm not going to thoroughly enjoy the experience as well. Ye have no idea how much I want to watch ye come, Kaiah. I want ye to see the effect ye have on me; ye're going to drive me completely mad with lust, girl…"

She swallowed hard. His hands were slowly tugging her skirt up now, but only his pinkie fingers were grazing the skin of her outer thighs. As they reached and slightly brushed the round bottom of her butt, her heartbeat was betraying her own arousal; she was already out of breath. Then, he added one thing that made her snap:

"Although I won't do a damn thing until ye allow me…"

Her smile grew wide, even as she tried to bite it down. She felt as if a lock inside her brain had been lifted.

"Okay… Sit down, Murphy."

He beamed. So happy that it made her chuckle. Adorable goofball.

"Sit on that chair, and keep both your hands behind your back."

However, she had forgotten to whisper, and a voice rose from behind Murphy: "Ye let her boss ye around like that, brother? That's new."

"I swear to God, shut the fuck up, Connor, or I throw yer bare ass out of here!"

"Plus, I mean, you can talk, dude…" Kaiah laughed in turn. And that sent Connor grumbling on his own.

"One thing though, luv, ye're the model, so I should be the one giving orders this time. I can't draw with my hands behind my back."

"I'm not your model, I'm your teacher," she answered with more confidence than she thought herself able to muster. "First drawing lesson: learn to observe before you can put anything on the paper."

She pushed his shoulder backward, and he let himself fall on the plastic chair facing the couch, intrigued. Then, she raised an authoritative eyebrow at him, and he promptly hid his hands behind his back.

"Good." She was still standing before him, looming with a smirk, and, as she kept talking, she slowly reached down under her skirt to seductively remove her panties. "Observe. Watch for the convergence lines, the shapes, the overall posture, but also the small details that you won't want to miss." Then, she threw the little white garment at his face with a mischievous grin. He hadn't been able to see a thing down there, but he had already stopped blinking.

"If you touch yourself, you lose, Murphy, got it?"

He gritted his teeth, biting down a thrill he couldn't repress.

She stepped back until she could settle comfortably on the couch right in front of him. Then, leisurely, very gradually, she slipped her hand between her thighs, brushing the sensitive skin up to reach her own core under the fabric of the skirt. He was gaping, his eyes eagerly following her dainty fingers, desperate to get a peek, though the sole sight of her weaving hand was already enough to make him swallow hard. His gaze fixed on her motions, he licked his lips unconsciously, which sent a shiver down her spine.

She glanced at Connor to make sure, but he was lying in silence, perking up his ear. He couldn't have known what was happening. Though his imagination was enough to make him twitch on his mattress. She wondered what he thought about all this. Was he mad at them? Amused? Aroused? All of the above, it seemed. But a mere glimpse at his godlike frame was enough to make sure she'd keep going.

Murphy peered behind his back as well, with an unfading grin. "Jesus, ye're missing out brother…"

Connor mumbled a non-coherent answer, between a tell-off and regret.

The conniving look she exchanged with Murphy prompted her to open her legs a bit wider. And his focus returned entirely on her. She was getting properly riled up, her shyness being scrubbed off with each loop of her hand. So, spurred on by his avid scrutiny, she spread her own labia with her fingers to let him see how swollen and glistening this was making her.

She hadn't been sure how he would react. This act seemed so lewd, almost grotesque to her. But the sudden fire, the sheer storm in his completely darkened eyes, the shudder that took on his whole body elicited a moan she couldn't keep in. Her caresses became more urgent, less controlled. She had been playing before; now, the need had taken over. The pad of her fingers rubbing frantic circles on her clit. Her other hand demandingly kneading on her own still clad-on breast.

There was no mistaking the enormous bulge of his pants beginning to stain. He wasn't even aware he was mimicking her motions with his tongue on his own lower lip. Like he was in a trance. She was fixating on that now, whimpering at the mere thought of how it would feel. Right until she realized she couldn't live a second longer without knowing.

"Why don't ye come here and help me…" she panted in a voice so lascivious it made even Connor groan. And Murphy purred:

"Jesus, I thought ye'd never ask."

In a flash, he had leaped from his chair; his hands crashed on either side of her head, and he looked into her eyes with sparkling excitement. She'd gasped and stopped breathing, making him smirk in delight. She was licking her lips in anticipation, but he still didn't kiss her. Instead, he remained only an inch from her face, while his tattooed hand grazed up the side of her neck with its nails, then softly traced the line of her jaw, until the tip of his fingers found her mouth. He slipped his middle finger between her lips, and he moaned from the warm wetness that sent lightning straight to his own hard-on. Their eyes were locked on each other, contemplating each of the other's reaction with delight. Her tongue twirled around his finger making him groan.

Unable to torture himself any longer, and deciding it was about time he tortured her instead, he regretfully tore his finger away from her lips to slowly trailed down her throat. Her head fell back just a bit, giving him access, and he bit his own lips so he wouldn't lash out.

Then, he unhooked the first few buttons of her shirt. Right until he could leisurely pull down her small lacy mismatched bra to expose a nipple. She quivered, but he kept watching her and she wasn't backing down. On the contrary, she unconsciously arched her back a little, offering herself. Her eyelids were battling to try and remain open, her breath was panting, and he brushed the tip of her tit with his thumb.

She brusquely reached to tug on his waistband to pull him closer in response. He rubbed her nip more forwardly, now following the movements she was still performing on herself. As his covered groin pressed on the back of her hand, her motions broadened to make sure she stroked the both of them at the same time. The vibration of his low growl, spreading in his whole body, sent a flash of pride and pleasure down her stomach.

The one hand that fondled her breast was then quickly followed by his lips. He leaned in hungrily, without hesitating any further. What he had teased with his fingers he hastily satisfied with his mouth. Licking her nipple, then suckling on it until it became as hard as his own wood.

"God, Murphy!"

She tensed and trembled. She was so close. But his ministrations made her own hand spasm, losing the pace to revel in his touch. It was already feeling stronger than any orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her moans were becoming cries, forgetting any pretense of discretion.

Once satisfied that she was completely abandoned, he glanced up and savored the enraptured look on her face. He also glanced back at his brother, smirking at the state of his arousal, seeing he was struggling to unbind the blindfold in vain. It made his own dick throb almost painfully, and he started kissing his way down her stomach.

Her free hand came to run through his hair, scratching his scalp. And, at the last second before lashing down, he met her eyes. Her eyelids so heavy over her black irises he felt he could fall into that warm infinite darkness and get lost forever. Before that, though, he needed to taste her cum.

His nose pushed away her quivering hand. The first long lap along her offered slit made her cry out unabashedly. She'd completely forgotten where she was, who was there, or any sense of propriety. His cheeky smirk didn't suffice to convey the prideful heat boasting in his own chest.

Then, he buried his face between her legs and started eating her out without further delay. She jolted and squirmed but he kept her in place. Each of his licks made her whimper or scream as he searched for her sweet spots learning quickly, adapting to her specialness, loving her sensitivity. And wondering, far on the back of his mind, how any bastard could miss out on making her fucking fly over the edge of madness.

Once he really felt she was nearing her peak, once she was calling his name over and over in an ever-rising sensual moaning voice, once he'd found the one spot that was driving her insane, he flickered his tongue over it frenetically, gradually increasing the pressure until she climaxed. And she climaxed harder, more powerfully than either thought possible.

"Christ, that's fucking hot, lass…"

His hand came to relieve a bit of pressure on his own cock, making himself groan without much luck. His underwear was damp as hell, closer than he'd ever been without even having stroked himself yet. He threw another peek at his brother that was sweating from the exertion as he struggled to free himself. He was so hard and ruddy as well that you could watch his racing pulse on the veins of his penis.

"Fucking hell…" that one growled.

Murphy shuddered with craving; his whole body jerking forward, laying his forehead on her knee. And his shivering breath on her skin sent aftershocks through her body. Her own eyes were open now, and she was staring at the same thing he had.

"See what ye're doing to us, luv?" Murphy quaveringly chuckled.

"Fucking Christ, I'm going to fucking kill ye both. I'm dying over here."

"Ye're a damn pervert, Connor, ye could have minded yer own business, instead of lusting over the girl I'm making come," he joked, not serious in the slightest.

Kaiah, on the other hand, was beginning to land back on this earth. As her breathing started to calm down, she also realized what had been happening, how she'd completely let go despite Connor's presence -even only his ears'-, a man she knew even less than she knew Murphy, whom she'd only met a week ago. She quickly rearranged her skirt back down her legs, although that didn't help at all.

"Um… I think I should go now." She gently but firmly pushed Murphy's head off her lap.

"Really?" There was pleading in his voice, and although she sympathized with his predicament, she needed some time to figure out how she felt about all this. Plus, that had been the plan from the start, right?

Connor simpered in turn, even though he was yearning for relief just as much. "That's right, girl! Don't ye feel compelled to do that prick any favour. He's way too entitled."

She laughed. And blessed Connor who was suffering just as much but didn't even hint that she should help. She glimpsed at them both. Connor's completely exposed and aroused body, the sole view of which sent pulsating shivers through her insides. Murphy, sitting on the floor, leaned back on his hands, focusing on his breathing to calm his craving. That's when an idea popped into her head.

"You're right, Connor. Although you've been awfully generous with your hospitality." Both boys perked up their ears at once. "Murphy, I think you should be nice to your brother and maybe help him out…"

"Ye mean untie him? The fucker doesn't deserve it yet."

"Then, you should do something at least… I mean, I understand boys' erections can be painful; you should give him a hand, that would really help him out."

Murphy squinted his eyes at her but couldn't repress a smile at her suggestion.

"Since I'm leaving, and you two are going to be on your own, that's really all you can do."

"What the fuck are ye suggesting over there?" the bound man grumbled. Although she figured it wasn't such a violent rebuke, it sounded more like an interested question.

"Don't be a spoil sport, Connor! I'm just saying you deserve some relief, and no one else will be there to give it to you. Well! I'm leaving you with this. Have fun!"

Thus, she speedily made a run for the door. Realizing only once out that she'd forgotten her panties inside.