Haha, I love you both. Here it is then, I made sure to finish it up for you before I had to take a little break (hopefully very short)!

Day 34.

She was so lost in her own little world of pleasure, filled with Connor's precise and perfect actions, the memory of Murphy's smutty and exciting ideas, the unbelievable culmination of both that had led her to experience sensations she had never even dreamed of, that it took her a moment to process the voice that had spoken up, and another to figure out it was presently out of place.

It was only the loss of contact when Connor fumbled up, depriving her of his warmth and attention, that she came to understand something might be awry. She shouldn't have felt so happy to hear him. She opened her eyes to find the shape of the upside-down twin, from her arched back position on the sofa.

"No, really, I mean it, go ahead, just pretend I'm not here." His tone was too ambiguous to decipher.

"Murphy…" She wasn't all that surprised, weirdly. She wasn't shy or shameful either. Maybe she should have been, but maybe she was too high to come down.

"What the fuck, Murphy?" And Connor's only way of keeping face was anger. Except, 'what are you doing here?' would have been pretty obvious: he lived here, and 'how didn't we hear you come in?' was even worse: 'probably because you were otherwise occupied.' So he quickly shut up.

However, neither he nor she even thought of covering themselves.

Kaiah straightened up to face him, kneeled on the couch, naked. Before that, she'd caught a glimpse of Connor's anxious expression as he sat back behind her, almost cowering. So, she peered into Murphy's eyes. He was acting cocky, as if he reveled in the upper hand he might get back from this; however, he also seemed hesitant. He looked like he didn't know how to feel. Jealous? Justly offended? Amused? Aroused?

And usually, Kaiah was the kind of person to get flustered easily, to instinctively hide her thoughts and desires, to lack the courage of showing her true colors. But it was the first time she was enjoying having actual sex -well, almost-sex. Or, perhaps, the utter frustration of observing these two epitomes of self-confidence faltering as soon as the occasion presented itself gave her the push she needed to be brave.

Thus, her voice rose with a hint of effrontery: "Hey, Murphy, I was just thinking about you."

This one bit back a smile; it was Connor's turn to feel insulted: "Ye were?"

"Why, weren't ye, Connor? Ye were certainly talking about him…"

She almost managed to throw him off his game. She witnessed his eyes flicker, for a second, his whole façade wobble, but it didn't last longer than a blink. No, that man had years of practice in total denial under his literal belt:

"I think ye're mixing up yer fantasies with reality, lassie. Time to come down to earth."

Murphy had strutted to the fridge to open himself a fresh beer, then came back to sit on the chair, right before them, as if he was settling comfortably for the show. Connor had his trademark smirk back in full force and had slowly leaned toward her again to utter:

"And the truth is: ye're way out of yer depth, luv."

He suddenly grabbed her to flush her back against him. With one hand on her hip, one around her chest, he maintained her before him, pressing his torso against her shoulder blades, exposing her in front of his twin. Who took a shaky swig, watching carefully.

She bit her lips, her brazenness quickly overcome by the shock of Connor's fingers traveling on her bare skin under his brother's stare. She was already more than titillated before, impatient to experience what had been bound to follow, but now, the simple touch of a knuckle on her ribs, the pad of a thumb tracing the circle of her nipple, Murphy's unblinking blue eyes that flashed with envy, those stirred new depth of pleasure she wasn't sure she could tame. The sparks, like electric shocks in her body from feeling his hot breath quicken behind her ear sent her whimpering like a defenseless pup. It was too much. And not nearly frigging enough.

She arched and pressed her ass against his hard groin. She was fully willing to fan the wildfire. Especially with the husky grunt that escaped his throat.

Murphy growled like a wolf. Connor's hand trailed down toward her dark bush, grazing under her navel with his nails. They were all too far gone.

He barely spent any time teasing her clit that she was bucking like a mare. She was too sensitized to take it. So, instead, he searched down to find her sweet entrance. And plunged his fingers inside. She was sizzling hot, drenched and trembling. He could almost feel her heart beating in there. She was tight too, but her arousal made like a welcoming cushion of muscles that begged for more than two meager fingers.

Still, he thrust them until he was sure she was rendered speechless. Her mouth agape, a jumble of "Connor! God!" barely intelligible. For his own sake -because he couldn't have her babbling to Murphy what they were talking about before he arrived-, also for her sake -because, Jesus, she seemed to be getting a never-ending kick out of it-, and finally, for Murphy's pleasure as well -because Connor could witness the tent on his jeans swell, the bulge larger by the second. And that was a sight he never grew tired of. The dark shade taking over his irises. The veins over his temple and in the crook of his neck pulsing so hard they were jutting out. The little gap between his lips as his jaw hung. The swift lick of tongue that left them shiny and red. The twitch of his muscles as he pressed on his erection through the fabric.

Fucking get it out already…

But he'd rather address Kaiah instead: "Is that the sort of things ye had in mind, lass?"

He expected a breathy 'yes', but, despite the raspy, shaky quality of her voice, she was still way too coherent for his liking: "You know exactly…what I had in mind, Connor… I thought my drawing was…pretty clear."

Her eyes were locked with Murphy's, as if she was pulling strength from his presence. These two were still having one of their private telepathic conversations, and that was frankly infuriating. Those were for him and Murphy to have. Also, she was grinding her ass against his cock and that made it way too difficult to start a battle of wits.

Yet she kept yammering as if his fingers weren't scissoring inside her right now. She was breathless and panting, but aye, she was still talking:

"You called me a tease…uh…but you're a fine one to talk…Connor… You're driving us all up the wall…without giving us what… what we want…"

Even Connor could decipher the warning look from Murphy that she ignored. Although this one might have been sending her mixed signals because he fetched his cock out from his trousers. That had the blessed side effect to make her gasp and shut the hell up. And Connor realized his fingers had stopped moving inside her. Shit, he was too distracted.

He slid them out, making her moan with the loss and that was bloody satisfying. Almost as satisfying as watching his brother starting to slowly stroke himself before them. That made Connor swallow hard, and also gave him an idea:

"Ye know what, lassie, since I can't trust ye to keep yer trap shut, I guess I'd rather ye had yer mouth full."

"Wh- oh!"

Nope, the chatting was over. With one arm under her thigh, he showed who was the boss by lifting her from the couch, taking the few steps toward Murphy without her touching the ground, and laid her down on the floor with a little less precaution than he would have with any other lass. In his book, Kaiah had demonstrated times again how she wanted to play with the boys; he was happy to oblige.

Both her and Murphy widened their eyes as they came to understand his intentions. He had deposited the girl with her face right over his brother's pointing up dick. They exchanged another look. Murphy was clearly searching her eyes for any sign of unease, but what he found was a twinkle of mischief.

Next thing the guys knew, she had swirled her tongue around the head of Murphy's penis without a shred of hesitation.

And Connor hadn't had time to straighten away. His own face was right there beside hers, so close both she and Murphy could feel the sharp intake of air he took at her unexpected initiative. Despite her brash words, the twins had both assumed she'd be coy.

Before that, she had only shy touched either of them, or only herself. And, to be honest, once again, she only just trailed her tongue around his shaft without giving any indication she wanted to do more.

Murphy moaned and let his head fall back with unshackled delight. Jesus Christ, it looked nice.

After a few moments of remaining dumbstruck and hypnotized by her motions, Connor, who had stayed close behind her, ended up finding his bearings again and cleared his throat. That wretched girl was still making him insane without satisfying any of his needs. By now, his own dick was hurting with yearning, and the touch of his own hand was frustrating the fuck out of him.

To his own surprise, he felt like her finally making his brother come was the one thing that would put Connor out of his misery. For that, though, he needed her to: "Take him into yer fucking mouth now!". It was a barked order that no one should have dared to question.

Yet, Kaiah seemed to have been put on this earth to defy him. Instead of complying, she did the exact opposite and pulled away to retort the one thing that would go down in history as the hottest fucking comeback he'd ever heard:

"Make me."

Despite the shudder of shock vibrating in his throbbing cock, he frowned. Did she want him to force her head down? Because he undoubtedly, gladly would. But no. she made her desire clear as she raised her ass toward him, exposing her damp swollen folds to his unwavering eyes. Jesus fucking Christ, that was appealing. Then, she positioned her lips just at the tip of Murphy's cock, covering his weeping head, making him hold his breath desperately.

This one had kept his own mouth relatively shut until now, careful to make himself scarce as if he'd thought the slightest of mishap could have wrecked this whole moment -while the two others had almost been spoiling for a fight as well as driving each other round the twist with their tantalizing.

However, Murphy had now been pushed to his limit: "Will ye fucking do it!"

It was hard to say if he was talking to Kaiah, to Connor, to both, to neither. He just wanted something done, because he was on the verge of snapping.

Although, Kaiah didn't budge, bent on obtaining exactly what she had decided. And Connor would have surrendered anyway. Her offered cunt beyond irresistible.

So, he pushed inside of her. And his thrust pushed her mouth down Murphy's length. The two motions utterly indissociable.

Murphy let out a loud cry that showed his total lack of restraint. And the sound of it traveled down Connor's spine to reach his crotch, tightening his balls, as if these were linked by a direct line. It made him ram inside her again automatically. Nothing was being filtered by brain cells anymore. She felt like the snuggest nest for his body and soul. He wanted to remain burrowed in there for eternity. Yet, above all that, the synchronized reactions of his brother to his own rhythm, to his own relentless back-and-forth. That was beyond words. To put it simply, it was like fucking and being fucked at the same time. It doubled every single sensation. And despite his mind spiraling totally out of control, Connor still confusedly thought that he could never screw anyone without this again.

On his end, Murphy had reached fucking paradise. Straight out garden of Eden. His hand was lost in Kaiah's hair to accompany the movements, just to feel her presence, that she was here with him, because he was lost beyond repair at this point, and he needed his anchor. If he had been able to articulate a word, he would probably have blurted out that he loved her. Because, fuck! She had instigated all of this, and he had never been this close to his darkest, most deeply buried fantasy.

He could watch Connor pound inside her from behind, right there at arm's reach. Hell, his brother was so fucking close Murphy could smell his sweat. And he could feel her lips descending in time with his pace, so tightly clenched around his cock. She wasn't doing anything else, she was just swallowing him as far as possible at every turn, cradling him in her tongue and letting Connor do all the work for them. So it felt as if Connor himself was fucking him silly. It didn't make any sense. If he had any reason left to spare, he'd know this was far from how being fucked felt. However, as he strained to keep his eyes open, he could contemplate his brother's body rocking before him, his sopping wet, painfully hard and polished erection disappearing inside her again and again. The fucking sound of it. All of this in time with his own striking pleasure. Aye, there was no doubt in his mind: Connor was the one nailing him dumb. And that was rendering him blind with bliss.

All the while, Kaiah was keeping her focus sharp. All she could think about was keeping herself tensed and pliable so that she followed Connor's pace without a hint of resistance and pass it on to Murphy. She wanted to be forgotten. She wanted the boys to see only each other. She was only but a buffer between them to pretend they weren't doing what they really wanted to be doing. She was a means to an end and she loved that she didn't have to worry about herself. She could completely ignore her own skills, appearance, desirability. So, as opposed to every single time she'd been penetrated before, her mind didn't go blank; her body didn't go numb. She could feel, experience and relish all of it, because she could trick her mind into thinking that this wasn't about her at all.

When she raised her eyes to get a glimpse of Murphy's ecstatic expression, she savored the fact that his eyes didn't leave his brother's bare body before him. She couldn't see Connor, but she could only hope he returned that look with his own intense stare.

"Fuck, Connor… Faster…" The truth came from Murphy's lips that pleaded his brother, not her, and the roughness of his panting voice sent another shudder down Connor's body that echoed back inside her to make her moan around Murphy's dick.

So, Connor picked up the pace. He was hammering inside her harder and harder, more and more frantic. Chasing his own high and maybe theirs as well.

Thus she was more than delighted when she saw him, searching for support, reaching to clamp Murphy's nape and clutch onto it to give himself better traction. He could have grabbed the back of the chair, but he didn't. He was now leaning above her to dig further in, she barely registered how he now hit a previously undiscovered spot inside her again and again. His forehead hovered over her spine. His rapid breath hot and humid between her shoulder blades. He was holding onto his brother for dear life, making him lean in as well and bringing him closer. As if they were going to share a secret that no one else should be privy to. And she perked her ear, her senses. She wanted to feel them come. Together. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into their orgasms as if she'd been only put on this earth for this very moment.

That's why she didn't feel it coming. It took her completely by surprise. Hell, she hadn't even known what that was supposed to feel like. But she didn't even feel it building up. It just suddenly exploded inside her. Because she'd been so focused on them, she had forgotten to take a peek into herself. And it made it all the more powerful. She was unprepared. She was unguarded. And she was powerless to its sheer intensity. It overwhelmed her. She lost control of her whole body. Screaming against Murphy's sensitive flesh. Jolting against Connor's frenetically thrusting groin. She tensed up, spasmed, and wrenched.

But it didn't stop there.

Her climax was sending the two boys into a frenzy to reach their own. She had tightened up around both their aching members and they were so fucking close.

"I'm- I'm going- Fuck! Murph, I can't-" Connor stuttered as if he was going to apologize for not being able to hold it any longer. Unconsciously betraying the fact that he'd been waiting, wishing for his brother's coming before his own relief.

Except he was indeed beaten to the punch by Murphy's roaring discharge. Perhaps prompted by hearing his own name in his brother's throaty cry.

"Holy Fuck!" He jerked into Kaiah's mouth, feeding her all he had without being able to even think of pulling out. Although she wouldn't have let him; she held on and swallowed it all, sucking and licking every last drop as she felt Connor's now feverish jabs losing their rhythm, surrendering to his own peaking conclusion, so closely following his twin's it would have been tough to argue one didn't cause the other.

He filled up his condom to the brim without being able to stop lurching inside her. Blind to the world. Utterly abandoned.

Eventually, he collapsed backward, sliding out of her and falling on his back onto the hard cement ground. Seemingly content to lie there forever.

Kaiah also melted down to curl up at Murphy's feet into aftershock-induced shivers. Her eyes closed. Finally contemplating her own sensations and marveling about the sheer violence of her pleasure. Okay, if that was what sex felt like, why were people ever doing anything else? Well, perhaps because it drained the last bit of strength out of you and left you limp on the floor, that was why, her heavy eyelids responded as she drifted off to sleep.

Murphy sat back on his chair, his eyes also shut tight, committing all of this to memory, already guessing how precious it would be. He was just catching his breath, his heart gradually slowing back to its normal pace, when he opened them to find the two others lying on the floor before him. Connor on his back, stretched and exposed, basking in his afterglow. Kaiah curved into a ball, still trembling, but probably from the cold by now.

So, he gathered her in his arms. If she protested, it was so weak he didn't need to acknowledge it. He stepped over his brother's naked form, making sure he kicked him a little for good measure, and carried her to his bed. There, he wrapped her in his arms and into his blanket, happy to convey all his gratitude by cuddling like a soppy boyfriend.

When Connor, woken up by his purposefully dragging foot, stood up to also get in bed, Murphy shot him a curious look. He couldn't help but already wonder if his brother had felt the same as he had. But all he found was a frown. Connor avoided his eyes but gazed at their snuggled-up shapes under the covers. Was it a jealous pout on his lips? If Murphy hadn't been so comfy, he would have felt guilty: Kaiah had indeed started the night with Connor, so he had kind of snatched her from under him. Except, well, that was payback for getting to sleep with her first, wasn't it?

In truth, the only thing he seriously considered was inviting him to join them. Now or never, right? But the right word didn't seem to be willing to form in his sluggish brain. And while he swirled the phrase over in his mind, Connor went to switch off the lights, then lie in his own bed, turning away from them to try and fall asleep in turn.

It's only way later, after Murphy had watched him twist and fuss, not finding the right position, that he saw Connor roll over to face him. Their eyes had had time to get accustomed to the darkness, and they both found the glimmer of reflected light that they were looking for.

Barely conscious they were doing it, their deep breaths synchronized, slowed down together, and there is no saying who dozed off first.

The next morning almost went on without a word being said. The three of them woke up practically at the same time, being made alert by each other's stirs. They exchanged timid but shameless looks. They went to shower in turns. Watching without a comment nor a gesture. Then Kaiah announced she needed to get to her drawing class. Connor huffed a light chuckle. Murphy said he'd walk her there. It was simple, nothing heavy, but not entirely comfortable either. Like all three were walking on eggshells but with the delightful memory of last night ever present in their mind.

She exited the apartment after searching for Connor's eyes and she ended up finding them. There was some apprehension but also a twinkle of excitement there when he waved her goodbye, keeping a respectable distance:

"See ye soon, I presume." He punctuated that comment with a wink that made her think he was keeping up his irritated façade as an inside joke now. She gave him an honest smile that didn't shy away from her true feelings of intimacy after what they had shared.

Murphy walked beside her with his hands in his pockets and a pensive grin imprinted on his lips.

They made easy but harmless small talk until they got to their destination and time had safely run out. There he hugged her goodbye, although, when he should have released her, he clutched her tighter instead.

"Thank ye, Kaiah…"

She frowned. "Don't thank me like it's done, dummy, I'm only just started."

He snorted in surprised: "What?"

"First, I'm the one that should be thanking you. Both. Since I think you've opened a door that had been locked for a while -don't know why, really, but it was. And second, I've never been more motivated about something in my whole life."

"Motivated?" His brain had not been nearly as caffeinated as it needed to be, that morning, for this conversation to happen.

"Yes, motivated." Her smile broke into a predatory smirk that contrasted strangely with her youthful, innocent features. "I'm gonna break you." He huffed and his eyebrows rose in astonishment. "I won't stop until I've smashed every single little barrier of yours. And when I'm done with you two, then, you can thank me."

She nodded her head to punctuate her sentence, as if to make sure he'd understood her, then she spun on her heels and entered the building for her course.

He remained there, his gaze lost beyond the gate, for a long moment, amazed. And, for the first time since fucking puberty had hit and he had realized the predicament he was in, Murphy felt the wonderful glimmer of hope lightening his heart.

(Don't worry, I love the next chapter already so I won't be able to resist writing it for long, even though I don't have the time right now...)

FYI, I outlined four or five more chapters for this story, then we should be done! See ya soon :)