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Day 28.

Connor had been trying to get it on with Rebecca for longer than he'd ever cared to. She was his superior at work and had started out treating him so callously that he'd made it his personal mission to win her over. She was a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties -which still meant she was about fifteen years older than him, not that it would deter him, on the contrary. Tonight, she'd been in a particularly foul mood, but he'd capitalized on weeks of smooth-talk and being his most charming self to get her to confide in him about her life. So, when she'd admitted that she was going through a rough divorce, he knew he had a card to play. Who could have resisted the allure of a whole night of mindless sex with such a dishy young man as himself to get their mind off a loser husband?

After a few beers in the otherwise empty employee's lounge, she had made it pretty clear she wanted to be taken back to his place. That was the best thing with older women: they usually knew exactly what they wanted and weren't too shy to ask for it. They couldn't go back to hers, however, since her children were there, and her ex was still crashing on the couch. Now, Connor could only cross his fingers and pray that Murphy had gone out for the night. But anyway, he'd take his chance.

When they'd got to the fifth floor hallway, he'd taken notice -despite the heavy make-out session already under way- that there was no light under their door and figured it was a good sign. Although, he'd found it unlocked. So, just to be on the safe side, he'd made sure to spin his date on her heels and to keep her occupied, so she wouldn't be able to see his brother's shape on his bed. He'd warned her about their living situation, but had taken the time to reassure her that it wouldn't be a problem, that Murphy would be out cold, guaranteed. So, when Rebecca had still asked, between heated kisses if his sibling was there, he'd purposefully made sure Murphy wouldn't move an inch. He trusted his twin wasn't one to cock-block him.

He knew he wasn't being completely fair with this girl; even if he hadn't lied, he hadn't been honest either. Although he figured that if being seen by his brother truly bothered her, she wouldn't have come up here at all. On his end, he couldn't deny that he'd felt a rush of excitement when he'd realized Murphy was here. That he would witness all of it. He guessed it was because of the risk, the off-chance that everything could be spoiled if she suddenly decided that she wasn't up for that kind of naughtiness. It added an edge to the whole thing that kept Connor on his toes.

Obviously, it had nothing to do with an exhibitionist kink of his. Or, well, maybe, to some extent. It could have been seen as arousing, the knowledge that someone would be watching, listening, and get turned on themselves by what he was doing. But it wasn't weird or anything; everyone liked that. Plus, it wasn't a secret that he and his twin were connected in more ways than other people could fathom. They usually knew exactly what the other thought, felt exactly how the other felt. Wanted the same things. Lusted for the same girls. So, it could be considered normal that Connor was finding the whole idea of Murphy getting off at the same time as he was -or, even more, because of him- absolutely hot. Nothing weird.

However, Connor hadn't counted on someone else being there as well. As he was sucking on Rebecca's neck, making sure her head was turned the other way, and that she was enjoying herself too much to care anyway, he'd spotted, on the corner of his eye, the dark silhouette of a petite woman leaping from his own bed to burrow under Murphy's cover.

Christ, that looked awfully like Kaiah.

That girl was everywhere these days. Thankfully, she had been taken up by her law school classes, otherwise, Murphy would have spent every waking hour with her. He already called her on the phone every time he had the chance. They spoke for hours. And worst of it, Murphy kept most of their conversations private. That infuriated Connor more than anything else. The only good thing coming out of it, since, apparently, they weren't having sex, was that his twin would be even hornier than usual.

Since he'd met the girl, Murphy had had to jerk off at least twice or thrice a day -and that was only the times Connor knew of-, which meant himself had been compelled to follow him there most of the time. I mean, seeing Murphy beating it was way too tempting. But, still, it was nothing weird. It was just a reflex. Seeing someone excited was always exciting in itself; everybody felt like that. Nothing wrong about it.

Now, Kaiah was pretty lovely herself; Connor would have absolutely liked her, if it wasn't for how she seemed to take pleasure in steering Murphy away from him. Though, right now, he felt grateful that she had kept quiet and elected to hide instead of making her presence known. He wasn't sure a lot of women would have done that. And now, that meant he could imagine -or even glance there to see- what his brother was discreetly doing under the covers while himself was slowly guiding his own date to lay her on his bed. The mere knowledge that the two idiots over there weren't missing a thing was filling him with a strange sentiment, a mix of pride, challenge, just a dash of coyness, and an overall stimulation to show them the time of their life. Not to mention how fucking hard it made him.

He was dead-set on making Rebecca climax time and time again, so hard she would simply pass out. His goal was to goad the 'we're-not-sleeping-together' bullshitters into some dry humping and coming all over each other under those sheets. Hell, he had wanted to bring that woman back here for weeks, but now, those two were all he could think about. How cozy it must feel under that blanket there. How their bodies must be snug against each other. Their warm skin brushing, clothes wrinkling. Their fingers exploring, traveling south on taut muscles while watching him. How them squirming against one another would be turning up the heat and making them feverish. Their breath mixing and raising goosebumps on their flesh… It was making him dizzy just thinking about it.

Though, if he wanted to be a part of it, right now, he needed to up his own game.

He lay above his girl, making sure every single part of her was utterly overwhelmed by his presence; he kissed and nipped down the woman's throat, while one hand was kneading her breast, the other was looking for a way under her shirt. He didn't want to expose her too much without her consent, but he made sure to keep his own motion as sensual and suggestive as he could. He was slowly grinding against her strict work skirt, scrunching it gradually up her thighs.

She only pushed him off to get rid of her own top, taking things to the next level. It wasn't a stretch to figure she wanted them to speed up, and that she was going through with it, eagerly he might add. So he followed her lead, tugging his own tee-shirt above his head.

While doing that, he glimpsed over to check what was truly going on in the other bed. It was just a lump of covers, but, aye, no doubt about it, he spied the glint of his brother's eye on him. He was lying on his back, with only his head turned toward them, and, snuggled to his side, the small shape of his 'non'-girlfriend. She wasn't watching. Maybe a bit too shy or simply more virtuous than the twins were. He smirked and winked at his twin, knowing all too well this was enjoyable for the both of them.

However, Rebecca, before him, apparently decided he wasn't proactive enough. She sat up to unclasp her own bra, practically forcing his hand over her freed tits. He dived in to make sure they would be properly taken care of. His lips and tongue running across the mounts, swirling around the nubs, making the woman moan with her head falling back and her nails scraping his nape.

She was already arching up, with her eyes closed in ecstasy; so, Connor allowed himself another peek. That's when he realized, not only the cry of pleasure had convinced Kaiah to take a look for herself -and Connor's grin roguishly widened as their eyes met- but also: there was a movement, right there, where a little tent held the sheets up, about where his brother's groin must have been, slow, persistent, up and down. That sent a spark, like adrenaline, down Connor's spine. Hence started the wager in his mind: was it Murphy's or Kaiah's hand stroking him down there? Both options made him bite his lower lip to repress a grunt of his own. He suddenly needed some relief as well.

Thus, he kneeled up over Rebecca and directly unbuckled his belt, with her eyes on him. Then, the way she sensuously licked her own lips smothered any hesitation, and he fetched his taut erection out of his pants to expose it to her approval.

And those of the two voyeurs over there as well, while he was at it.

The woman before him, straightened up, and, just like that, swallowed his hard-on in one go. Jesus, he loved an uninhibited lass. He grabbed her thick brown curls spurring her on, unable to stop his own hips thrusting forward into her throat. And he could swear that, behind his own satisfied growl, behind the sound of her suction, behind the light swish of their sheets, he'd heard a contained whimper coming from the other two. That was enough to multiply his own pleasure to the point he soon had to stop what they were doing, for fear of being done too soon.

He had other plans.

Connor pulled out before his brain might shut off, and he took back control. He lifted the girl up and rolled her over without further ado. Then, he positioned himself behind her, pushed her skirt up while she was on all four, already waiting for his dick, and buried his face between her legs. When he lapped her up, front to back, she let out a surprised yelp that turned into a delighted groan. He wanted her ready, putty in his hand so that she wouldn't deny him a thing. He wanted to show his brother how things were done, to leave him gaping and breathless. Oh, he loved that expression on his twin's face. The instants right after Murphy had come, when he felt dazed, almost left wondering what the fuck had happened. That was all Connor wanted to see.

He would start with the girl's cunt, riding her until she screamed, but himself would hold it. While he rammed into her from behind, he would already start working her ass. Stretching her, making sure she was wide open for him to slam in there as Murphy had done to that Swedish lass the night before. Christ, that had felt incredible to watch. So, it was time for payback.

He'd never had that done to himself, but a lassie or two had slipped a finger in there some times. And after his initial reservation, he'd come to understand the appeal. God, that pressure on his prostate, that was the fucking gate to heaven. He knew that Murphy had had some experiences with lads from the cargo ships at the time. There were usually no secrets between the brothers. But that didn't mean he'd got details. Plus, Connor had always declined the propositions from those sailors himself, and now, that left him a bit curious.

His fingers and tongue were now working together to push his boss over the edge. She was jerking against him, tensing before the release would completely relax her and leave her nice, swollen, wet and warm.

He sank his hand in the pocket of his jeans but:

"Shit, I need a condom…" He'd used his last one the night before.

Murphy perked up immediately, apparently as eager for the show to continue as Connor was to give it. He got his wallet out and struggled to fetch the squared piece out of it with one hand and his eyelids half closed. His other hand was visibly taken to massage Kaiah's butt under the blanket. Well, that left only one option for the one still caressing his cock. Connor locked his damp lips. Kaiah had tiny hands and she wasn't stroking nearly hard enough to finish Murphy off; it meant that was only a sweet, sweet torture that Connor was determined to make last as long as he physically could. He swallowed hard his own excess of saliva at the thought of how stiff and tender his brother's dick must be right now.

Finally, Murphy managed to wrestle the condom -plus a bunch of other cards, bills and paper out of the wallet- and tossed it to him, quickly hiding back in case Connor's date could see him.

She was slowly coming down from her high, aware that the festivities were far from over. While Connor slid the thin piece of latex on, he watched her position herself so that he would only need to push in and burrow inside of her sizzling heat.

However, she had turned so that her head was now toward the other bed. If she just raised her eyes, she would realize that the aforementioned brother wasn't as deep into slumber as she might have thought -and not alone, to add insult to injury. It would be only fair if she were to be made aware of that, although Connor feared it might mean the end of their fun activities altogether. He tried to inconspicuously turn her away, but unfortunately:

"What is that?"

The question was odd, also, asked with a tone of utter disgust.

"Don't worry about it, luv," he still attempted to downplay the situation.

But the woman straightened up, in order to, weirdly, pick up a piece of paper from the floor. The lights from the streets cast a ray of orange glow into the room that was enough for him and her to decipher a drawing. Connor couldn't care less and tried to divert her attention again, while Kaiah's head had ducked under the covers just in case and Murphy still pretended to be asleep.

"Is that you and your brother on there? That is disgusting!"

That sufficed to grab Connor's attention, and also the two others'.

"What? Let me see that, lass."

Murphy suddenly leaped out of bed. He tried to reach the piece of paper but Connor had stood up at once.

"What the fuck?"

"Shit…"

Rebecca quickly fumbled to cover herself with the sheets, her eyes wide at seeing the other twin awake -and partially naked himself: "What sick game are you playing here? You perverts!" She strode to switch on the lights, gaping now when she noticed Kaiah's presence. However, she was the other three's last concern right then.

"Murphy, what is this?" There was an edge in Connor's voice, and the fact that he didn't even swear should be alarming enough for his brother.

Murphy uncharacteristically stuttered, not managing to get a word out. And that unsettled Connor even more than the erotic drawing in itself.

Then Kaiah answered in his stead: "I'm the one who gave that to him, Connor, it was for fun…"

"Ye drew this?"

"Aye, brother," Murphy had finally found his voice, "It's just a joke, no need to get yer knickers in a twist, it's nothing!" And he tore the paper from Connor's hands.

This one remained confused. The image was not only very graphic, it was extremely detailed. It must have taken hours of hard work; it was hardly 'just a joke'.

"Connor!" Rebecca exclaimed, probably feeling like her own predicament wasn't given much attention. It was already bad enough that she was sleeping with an employee of hers, but to now be stuck between these two half-covered young men -who had barely taken the time to stuff their packages back into their open pants-, a young girl that seemed almost panicked, and that appalling illustration that showed something here was obviously perverse, well, that ought to be too much.

"Aye, lass, just give me a second," Connor answered, perhaps a little too dismissively. "I mean, c'mere, Murphy, this thing was in yer wallet!"

"Okay, I'm out." The woman had clearly had enough.

She partially put the clothes she had shed back and stomped out the door. For a moment, Connor stayed frozen. He couldn't put a finger on how he felt about the whole ordeal. So, Kaiah had sketched him and his brother in the midst of heated foreplay. There was something evidently wrong about that. He felt like he should get mad, yell had them that this was messed up. But something was stopping him, and he didn't know what.

And, shit, his boss had now left in the middle of sex to storm off into the night. That should be his main focus right now.

Yet, he turned to watch his twin expectantly, thinking that, of course, there was a better explanation than a weak 'it was just a joke', although Murphy was munching on his lips, averting his eyes, not dignifying him with a proper answer. Kaiah looked more upset than the both of them combined; she was wringing her hands, darting her head from one brother to the other in distress.

"It's really my fault, Connor," she started, "I-"

"Ye got a weird kink, I get it," he stated. It strangely made a lot of sense in his mind; he knew they were both handsome; he knew some girls liked guys together, just like some guys liked girls together; he knew twins were always intriguing. But, what about Murphy? Once again, he insistently looked at his brother, though this one kept his lips locked and just shrugged, as if it wasn't such a big deal. And when he finally deigned to speak, it was only to say:

"Should ye really let that girl walk home alone at this hour?"

Connor opened his mouth to retort something mean, however, he figured his twin was right. Unfortunately.

"Fucking hell…" And with that, he slipped a tee-shirt on, grabbed his pea coat, and walked out.

Although, as soon as he closed the door, he stuck his ear on the wood. He'd never spied on his brother like that, but something in him was pushing him to know what would be said behind his back.

He heard the muffled voice of Kaiah mutter: "I'm sorry, Murphy, this is my fault."

And, to his utter dismay, the only answer he could discern from his brother was: "He's never going to forgive me…"

Connor gritted his teeth, feeling his twin's pain like a punch in the guts. Still, he flew down the stairs to catch up with Rebecca on the street.

"Leave me alone, Connor!"

"C'mere, lass, it's not safe out here, especially at closing hour on a Saturday night…"

As if to prove his point, a pack of drunken Irish buckos stumbled out of a pub, shouting slurs and laughing stupidly. Rebecca instinctively strode to the opposite sidewalk, with Connor on her heels.

"I don't know what you guys' game is, but this was not okay, Connor! I did not sign for whatever deviant thing you've got going on."

"Hey, I was just as surprised as ye were!" he tried, although it wasn't completely true.

"Come on, with your own brother! That's incest! I mean, that's the worst thing I can even think of!"

Connor frowned. It oddly stung that she would think that. "Don't be dramatic, I can think of worse things…"

She stopped and looked him in the eyes: "Then you're just as sick as he is."

The statement was so final, it made Connor's fists clench. And a rage finally rose into his chest. He wanted to yell at that woman how fucking idiotic she sounded. No one was getting hurt! Who was she to judge? He kept that to himself, though and simply walked behind her in silence until she found a cab and got in without another word.

He was fuming now. And his first reflex was to get back to the apartment and take that fury out on Murphy. That little prick had ruined everything. He could never have innocent fun with him, like he was about to have tonight -or like they'd had last night together-, without thinking of the implications from now on! This was all supposed to be harmless. But now, there was a whole new meaning to it that Connor truly didn't want to explore. He liked it better when things were unsaid. But then, Kaiah had arrived and wrecked it all for him.

Still, he took a longer route to come back, just so he could try and clear his head. How would he word his disagreement without outward saying that he had enjoyed their playing so much? How could he salvage what they used to have, that fun intimacy, while making sure they weren't crossing a line? I mean, did Murphy want to cross that line? Surely not. He'd said it was just a joke, nothing to worry about. Did he mean that? Or was there something to worry about in the first place?

In the end, he entered the loft with the earliest rays of dawn. He'd pushed the door softly enough -his anger just subsided- that he didn't wake them. Firstly, he didn't understand how they could have fallen asleep after all that had happened. More importantly: secondly, Murphy was lying, nestled into Kaiah's arms. His head rested on her shoulder while she looked like she had cuddled him back into slumber.

That wasn't like his brother to show himself so vulnerable, especially in front of a girl. Not even in front of Connor himself. And a pang of unrestrained jealousy almost overcame him.

But, right there, Murphy seemed so fragile, like a little boy that had been met with his worst fear. And Connor's heart clenched. How could anyone think Murphy was flawed, 'sick'? This moron was the most innocently childish and pure joyful lad he'd ever come across. He couldn't be perverted. He was a fucking angel. Beyond reproach.

Although, still: "Wake up, dipshit! Let's get our asses to church!"

Both Murphy and Kaiah were startled awake, which was the desired effect.

Without waiting for an answer nor giving them a warning, Connor then stripped naked to hop into the shower. And just like that, Kaiah was wide awake. He smirked after peeking above his shoulder to find her eyes roaming on his backside, her cheeks a nice flaming crimson. However, Murphy kept his back on him. Christ, Connor wondered what it would take for them both to forget all about this cursed night.

"Come on, brother!" he called without turning back. "Ye don't want to be late, now, do ye?"

"Fuck ye, Connor," this one grumbled against the sheets. "It's way too early still…"

"Not if we want to get our confessions out first. And I happen to think we fucking need it today."

He watched his twin exchange a look with Kaiah instead of himself, and their quiet discussion eluded him. Which made him grit his teeth. He wanted her out. So things could go back to normal.

"Hum, enlighten me," the girl mused, "you guys can confess your 'sins'," she made the quotation marks signs with her hands, "and then everything is forgiven?"

"Aye, pretty much," he answered when Murphy didn't.

This one was begrudgingly getting dressed without bothering to take a shower. It was a detail, but it informed Connor that these two still hadn't consumed their weirdo relationship. Murphy wouldn't dare going to meet with their priest still reeking of sex.

"That's convenient…" She was trying to lighten the gloomy atmosphere. "Well, I mean it would be convenient if it didn't take place so frigging early!"

Connor rolled his eyes, with his back still to her while he dried himself; she didn't even swear properly!

"Ye've never confessed?" Murphy then asked her bewildered. Like he'd never realized that non-Christians didn't do that. "But, how do ye clear yer conscience?"

"I guess, we have our rituals too. But we're not crazy enough to schedule that on Sunday mornings!"

"The only reason ye even have yer Sunday off is because we're that crazy, lassie," Connor gnarled.

"Okay, I'll give you that..."

Now, both boys were ready to head out, and she had grabbed her coat as well. Although, Murphy kissed the top of her head in a gesture Connor found overly intimate.

"Stay put, girl, we'll be back in no time."

Connor now had to contain himself not to yell an obnoxious: really? to his little brother. Why would he want a girl to still be there when they get back? He tried to convey that to Murphy with his eyes, but this one was avoiding them as if he was the sun right now. On the other hand, Kaiah caught it:

"Unfortunately, I've still got a lot to do before Monday, so I should get going…" she muttered.

"Okay, bye!" Connor quickly answered before Murphy could complain, and he hurried him down the stairs without further ado.

Once out, he opened his mouth, then shut it without uttering a word. He would have loved to exchange some stupid banter with his brother like they always did. But now, even their usually comfortable silence felt heavy. Something was askew. And he had no idea how to fix it.

This was a hard one to write! I'm not sure it came out very good... But I wanted a chapter from Connor's POV so we'd know where he stood in all this. I hadn't planned that it would take this somewhat darker tone. Don't worry, it won't last!