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Day 27.

Since she was still spending her days at the university -bored out of her mind by classes she hadn't chosen, on subjects she didn't care about-, and he was still working at night in a kitchen -where his childish jokes weren't tolerated, yearning to raise his head and find his brother's twinkling eyes or hear his resounding laugh instead of his boss' stone cold silence-, Kaiah and Murphy had kept calling each other as often as they could.

She had been told off by her aunt because the phone was now ringing at ungodly hours, but she'd lied about having to work on a critical assignment with another student. Although it only helped so much. And when Murphy had phoned her that Friday night, to ask if she'd join them at the pub, that was the last straw. So unfortunately, she had to decline and make a show of studying hard all evening.

She only managed to escape that Saturday, late in the afternoon, after another spat that had her ultimately slam the door behind her. And her infuriated mood could only brighten up when she spotted Murphy lying down, napping on their park bench.

Now, she finally had an opportunity to get him back for all the times he had startled her. She tiptoed up to him, wondering if it would be downright abusive to grope him, or if she should simply jump on his stomach with all her weight.

"I can hear ye giggling like a wee twerp, ye silly bird…" He hadn't even opened his eyes.

"That's not fair! How is that possible? Do you have like superpowers?" And, since he hadn't bothered to straighten up either, she still hopped on him as if he was a comfy chair. There wasn't any reason why all her fun had to be spoiled.

"Hmph! Jesus! Ye weigh more than ye look!"

"Now, now, Murphy, that's no way to speak to a lady. Tsk, I thought your mother had raised you better."

"I see no lady here!"

She didn't have time to run before her grabbed her by the waist and spun her over, so she was the one trapped under him.

"Wait! Wait! I'm ticklish!"

"Aye, I can see that…"

She started bucking and kicking wildly as his fingers found the too sensitive flesh above her hips. In her struggle to wrestle herself free, she mustered the strength to shove him back. Only he still held onto her, and they ended up rolling on the park's pathway, almost knocking over more respectable citizens than themselves.

"Sorry!" They both sheepishly exclaimed while a couple walked away, cursing them under their breath, and an old lady stood frozen, with her mouth agape in shock.

That's when Kaiah realized her sketchbook had fallen open on the ground, right on her latest drawing. She leaped to hastily pick it up while Murphy fell over laughing. If possible, it was more explicit than any she'd drawn before. She promptly hid it behind her back, her face suddenly crimson red, stuttering an apology she didn't even manage to get right, and the woman skirted around them, eager to put some distance between her and those obscenities.

Then, a facepalming Kaiah felt the piece of paper being stolen from between her fingers. When she raised her head, Murphy was contemplating the picture in his hands, with his mouth agape.

He recognized himself, right there on the page. It was a full-length portrait of his right side, with the tattoos easily identifiable. He was standing, his feet a little apart, on the floor of their loft's wall shower, his palms flat on the tiles. The rapturous expression depicted on his face perfectly conveyed the emotion he was now feeling in his racing heart and the arousal the image provoked. Kneeling before him, stuck between his groin and the wall, Kaiah had finally represented herself. She was there holding and licking the length of his fully erected penis. That could have been enough to rile him up. However, at the same time, Connor was there as well. Standing right behind him. With his inked hand clamping his brother's hip. And his own magnificent turgescence halfway through between Murphy's butt cheeks.

He blinked a few times, stunned. God, he wanted this to happen so badly it scared him. His conscience suddenly stopped telling him that it was wrong; it simply looked so right. Like it should be, always should have been. It sent electrified shocks from his toes to his brain, and butterflies sparkled in his stomach. It sent a longing to his loins he had never felt before. He couldn't imagine a higher heaven than the one represented here. One that could only be achieved through his bond with his twin. And no one would belong there except Kaiah. There, tending to his aching cock, she not only cranked up his pleasure tenfold, she was also his lifeline. Without her, he would be terrified, but with her here, he felt like he was allowed to do anything he desired, ask for anything his twisted mind could come up with, without ever needing to fear being rejected.

Then, the page was torn from his trembling fingers.

"It's not finished! I still need to do the shading, and some details are not quite right yet; it needs more work, but-… Murphy, are you okay?"

He painfully gulped. "Eh… Aye, of course…" His hand went to rearrange his throbbing dick in his pants, but, truthfully, he felt more like he'd been stabbed in the chest.

"Is- is it my drawing? I'm sorry, I didn't know if you'd want to be pictured like that. I should have asked you first. I've pushed it too far…"

"No… No, it's fine. It's-… It's very good."

She had not been used to render Murphy speechless.

"Uh, thank you. It's really thanks to you, you know? Obviously for the modeling and the inspiration, but also because your nice compliments have convinced me to take a class on Saturday mornings! My family can't know; they don't even want me to get a job, because they want me to focus on school, so I said I was going to the library-"

"Ye drew that in class?" he asked bewildered, slowly coming out of his dazed state to interrupt her nervous ranting.

"No! Of course not! But when I joined, they were already working on anatomy, so it helped me correct some mistakes, like in the muscles of your and Connor's back and arms, here, see?"

When she showed him the image again and traced his brother's deltoid with her dainty fingers, he felt his knees almost buckle.

"You sure you're alright, Murphy? You look really pale…"

"Nah, I'm just a little tired. Late night…"

"Right! You and Connor went out! How was it?" She tucked away the drawing in her backpack, and they started walking down the park's lanes, as Murphy needed to stretch his leg, and get distracted from his new twirling thoughts.

"It was fun! Ye really should've been there."

She dismissed that with a wave of her hand: "Did you get lucky?"

"Oh, you want the goods right away?"

"Obviously…"

"Well, there was a couple of lassies that did pick our interest…"

"And?" She was almost bouncing with impatience at his side, and he laughed. There was something about this girl that he'd never encountered elsewhere, and he loved it. Which reminded him:

"Oh, ye'll never believe what Connor told me! We spotted the girls right away, I mean, they were Swedish tourists, all tall and blondes, and, well, we've been to northern Europe; they're not nearly as conservative as Irish or American lasses, believe me! But as soon as I suggested to my dickhead of a brother that we should go over, he started getting all mad!"

"Why?"

"Ye'll never guess!" Murphy was already almost crying with laughter before he could even manage to recount the conversation. "He was all: 'I never thought ye'd be that kind of guy, Murph', I thought ye were a better person,' and I couldn't understand what he was talking about, for the life of me!"

She burst out laughing at his mocking rendition of Connor's voice. "But-… What did he mean?"

"Well, when he realized I had no clue, he finally spat it out! He said: 'I didn't think ye would be the kind to cheat on yer girlfriend.' I mean, neither of us has ever been with a girl for longer than a week, or maybe on and off sometimes, but he and I don't do girlfriends! Ye can't cheat when ye're not exclusive…"

"So, what made him think you had one?"

"That's exactly what I asked! And, ye won't believe it, that dumbfuck was convinced that ye and I were a couple!"

"What? But you told him we weren't!"

"Time and time again! But he said, since we were calling each other all the time, and seeing each other when we could, that could only mean one thing! And then he started berating me, saying that he and I could fool around as much as we wanted but when it's serious, we have to be serious! I almost couldn't keep a straight face, but, I mean, he was so stern and self-righteous, I had to let him keep going… And he ended up saying that I should take ye to a nice restaurant or something since it's almost been a month. I mean, Connor! Saying I should go steady! Can ye believe that?"

She stifled her own laughter to comment: "Wow, I never pegged your brother for a romantic! Damn! I made friends with the wrong twin, at least with him I would have gotten food on top of it all!"

"Jesus, I hope he never gets a girlfriend of his own; he'll get boring as hell!"

"Wait! One month? Has he been counting?"

"Christ, he's more invested in our relationship than we are…"

At that, they both burst into another fit of laughter until their sides hurt.

As they were chatting, they'd walked out of the park and into Southie streets. The evening was slowly falling, helped by the clouds that gathered to hide the sunlight. When they walked past a few rowdy tough guys on the sidewalk, Murphy took her hand protectively, before he whined:

"Anyway, even if I wanted to celebrate our friendship anniversary, I'm way too fucking broke…"

"What? I won't get my dinner-and-a-movie fairytale? I'm heartbroken, dear," she joked, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Ouch, okay! What about some Chinese take-out and a VHS at my place, how does that sound, luv?" he quipped back.

"So romantic! I'm the luckiest girl in the world… Though I'll pay for my half, since we've established it's not a hot date."

"As ye wish. Although, with me, any date is bound to be hot…" He wiggled his eyebrows at her with a smug grin and she chuckled.

"Well, especially if you tell me how it went with the Swedish girls in the end!"

"Right, textbook perfect date: relating in detail how I fucked another girl…"

"Did you? Last night?"

"Now now, ye're jumping ahead, lassie! Take-out first!"

She only managed to hold out until they were in the elevator because she stuffed her face with spicy noodles on the way. Then, there, she almost boiled over, but the nice lady from the fourth story got in the cabin with them, so she had to restrain herself a little longer. Although it didn't take her a second after the old woman had exited at her floor before bursting:

"So? What, after you convinced Connor that you and I weren't a thing, he finally let you pursue your European fantasy?"

"It took some persuading, but he came to agree that we couldn't let that opportunity pass up, and that, as opposed to the last time when he tricked me with booze, we should work as a team…"

"Oooh, that sounds nice."

"Indeed. We talked them up, showed them a good night, figured out which one preferred which -we're not picky-, and we ended up right here after closing…" he said, opening the door to the empty loft.

"Connor working tonight?" she asked.

"He is. Until late."

So, she happily plopped herself on his bed as if it was her home.

"Does it still smell like sex?" Murphy sneered, and she promptly straightened up.

"Ew, gross… Even for me."

He sat down on his mattress, finishing his own chicken Pad Thai. And he chuckled as he watched her still take the sheets between her fingers and bring them to her nose, curious.

"Right, he was fucking right there, just last night, well, ye could say early this morning."

"While you did the same, right where you're seated?"

"Ye get the gist. The girls weren't shy at all."

"You should have brought your beds together," she remarked before laying herself back down.

He mimicked her, lying back on the covers, watching the ceiling as he continued.

"I guess we could have. We played it safe, like we've had a hundred times before."

"Not a hundred times, you liar."

"You'd be surprised. Now will ye let me tell ye or would ye rather comment on every little detail? Jesus!"

She laughed and pretended to zip her own mouth shut.

"Because, this time, something was different. From the moment we said we'd be a team, at the pub, we kept checking in on each other, as if we always needed to know how the other was faring, what he was doing, and, pace ourselves to wait out for each other. It's usually more of a competition of who'd get there first, ye know, but not last night. By the time we'd arrived up here, it almost felt like we were teasing each other. Christ, I told ye, the lasses were hot, but at that point, I was barely looking at them any more. Without even saying a thing, when we undressed them, we positioned ourselves as if we were making a show for each other, ye know. Slowly removing their tops, one at a time, caressing their breasts and making them squirm for the other's enjoyment. It was insane. I could watch him get his hand inside the girl's knickers, and just do the exact same thing as he did as if we were watching ourselves in a mirror. The lassies liked it as well. They were begging us to speed up, but we didn't want to. We wanted to take our time, watching each other. At some point, I thought I was crazy, that I was getting in my head, and that there was no way Connor would keep playing along, but when I decided to take it up a notch and get my face between the girl's legs, he followed me in turn, doing just as I did. And we could even make sure neither was getting ahead, just playing it by ear, so we could make them chant in their mother tongue at the exact same time. I've never felt so connected with him. We weren't fucking each other, but at that moment, it was just like it. We were more focused on doing that together than on the girls themselves. Not that they weren't enjoying it. Trust me, I've got the scratches to prove it."

He straightened up on the mattress to remove his tee-shirt, intent on showing her the reddish marks, but then he had to make a double take on her. The sun had finally set, and the luminosity was rapidly decreasing now, with neither of them keen on getting up to switch the light on for the moment. So, he squinted his eyes to make sure he was seeing right.

Kaiah was still lying on her back, her head turned to watch him, with heavy eyelids and a nice blush on her cheeks, biting her own lips. Her hand had slithered inside of her pants, so she could touch herself as he spoke.

"Jesus, lass, ye're the one getting ahead!"

"Keep talking…"

He took it as a cue to open his own jeans and lightly stroke his already prominent erection.

"So, the girls then proceeded to give us a head, ye know, as retribution. So, I had the pleasure to be skillfully blown while I could look at Connor getting the same treatment. I could feel the lass' tongue on me while I could watch her friend's tongue on me brother's cock, it was fucking perfect. And at that point, I wasn't coy about staring either. I wasn't glimpsing toward him like a prudish maiden as I've done before. No, I didn't fucking care any more, I was just riveted on him. On his fucking gorgeous dick shining with the girl's saliva, so fucking hard I fucking ached for him."

"Was he watching you too?"

"Aye… Aye, he was as well. He was watching me own chopper getting properly blown with a look I'd never seen on his face before. Hell, he even licked his lips and I thought I would come right there. I fucking bucked and growled like a wild animal. But then he stopped his girl. And it took everything I had to follow his lead. I was so fucking close. But I didn't want it to end."

"He didn't want it to end either… He knows you well enough to figure you were almost done. So he stopped."

"Shit, maybe. Or he decided he just wanted to ride the girl from behind until she screamed again. Because that's what he did. He flipped her over, pulled her on her knees, put on his condom, and positioned his glistening cock right there at her offered entrance."

"And you did the same?"

Murphy smirked at that. "No, I didn't. I rolled her over just the same, but then, I got my fingers in her cunt instead. To be honest, I couldn't have slid into her without coming immediately. But I had another idea. I mean, watching Connor like that, it had me fixating on one single thing. So, I made sure my fingers were all lubed up by her own juice, and I entered her ass instead. Just one finger first, just the tip. To make sure it was okay. But, hell, she was ready for it! She barely flinched. And in seconds she was already pushing back, asking for more. I had to be more careful, more gradual, but Connor was still watching me, so he slowed down to exactly match my pace. He wasn't pulling out, I don't think he could have, but Jesus. He was not even blinking, just watching my fingers stretching that girl's hole. And he was totally out of breath; though I know him, it wasn't from the effort; I swear to ye, Kaiah, it was from what I was doing."

"I know it was… I'm sure he was feeling it too…" She was panting herself.

He was watching her writhing on his brother's mattress, relishing in every word he said, on the images it invoked in her brain. Her eyes were closed now, so she could get engrossed in the scene entirely, and he loved to watch her like this. He couldn't believe this girl had thought herself frigid. She was the most sexual woman he'd ever met. And right there, bringing herself closer and closer to the brink, she was one hell of a sight. His own hand picked up the pace on his ruddy member. After last night, it almost hurt, but he couldn't stop even he if had wanted to. Between the memory he was reliving and the view Kaiah was offering him, he wouldn't be much longer anyway.

"God, Kaiah, when I entered her ass, while watching him thrust into that other girl. That was fucking ecstasy. It was almost like I was screwing him instead. And I swear to ye, I saw him shudder. At the time, I knew we were thinking the same thing. I mean, Christ, we'd been pretty much sharing one mind that whole evening. So, shit, it wasn't long before I had to increase the pace. I was so hard it felt like I was ten times more sensitive than ever before. Just because his eyes were still checking me out, when he managed to keep them open. Hell, he'd been inside the girl for a while, now, I don't even know how he held out. But he just followed my lead; he perfectly synchronized his motions with mine. So that we were ramming into the girls as one. And I was moaning like a fucking wild beast. I couldn't keep it in. Aye, just like ye right now. Don't stop girl! I fucking love it! Come with us, Kaiah. 'Cause, ye know we came right at the same time. I couldn't even say who started first. But I feel like when I heard him groan -that fucking groan I could recognize in a thousand-, Jesus I was done for. I fucking emptied myself in her, on her, everywhere. Damn, it was glorious…"

He shut up then, his hand now stroking in a frantic motion, chasing his own high, trying to follow hers, just almost, almost there-

That's when they heard voices in the hallway, right before a thump on the door, as if someone was pushed against it. Kaiah and Murphy looked at each other with wide eyes. When they distinctly recognized the sound of the handle being fiddled with, she quickly straightened up her clothes, wondering if her messy hair would give her away, while Murphy didn't even bother buttoning his pants, but wriggled to get his blanket over himself.

Then, the door slammed open in the dark that had enfolded the room by now, and the streetlights outside were more than enough to let them spy Connor pushing a girl against the wall, with his tongue in her mouth. Neither checked inside the apartment or they would have seen the other two deer caught in a headlight. Still the girl asked against his lips:

"Isn't your brother here?"

To which Connor promptly answered, without turning, in a false whisper loud enough so Murphy could hear and know what to do: "Shh, don't worry, lass, he's fast asleep."

Kaiah sat up on Connor's mattress, eyeing Murphy with a panicked questioning look. And she could distinguish his beaming grin in the dark as he shushed her. Then, he swiftly opened his cover up for her to come hide with him underneath.

And, thankfully concealing the rustle of her movement, a distant church bell rang midnight.

I'm not sure churches ring midnight in the middle of a city since we don't live in the middle ages anymore, but hey, let me have this one, I just wanted to mark that the day was over and another one was about to begin...