Hi! Thank you so much for your reviews! I was having a little writer's block on that one, but the short awfully kind words from one anonymous Guest were enough to make me start back! I still have plenty of filthy ideas for these four...
Then Danny2016, yours prompted me to post this way ahead of schedule, since I haven't even begun the next one yet... But I didn't want you to think i had abandoned this. Thank you again for your support and for reading both my stories!
Now, here's a bit of fluff for you two, and for me: on to write a smutty (?) next one...
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Fuck off, Conn', Ma never said ye came out first!"
"Oh please, that's so fucking obvious I am! I do everything first!"
"Ye'll certainly get thumped first."
I guess that comment was answered with a brawl, but I haven't opened my eyes yet. And I reckon my sister is up too because she's laughing at their fighting, and I suddenly hear her voice: "At least I know I'm the eldest."
And that's enough to pull me out of my lethargy: "You're such a liar, Sujin… How would you even know?"
She giggles. Now, I feel a weight pressing on the mattress and thin lips on my forehead bring a nice smell of margarita sauce.
"Hi there, sleepyhead." Murphy's dreamy whisper sips into my ear to awaken my senses. "Want a pizza?"
Okay, I'm up.
They've all gotten dressed and obviously ordered in while I was sleeping. Since I'm the only one naked now, I feel exposed enough to search around and put on the first piece of clothing I can find. That's Murphy's blue shirt. He ogles me approvingly, while making my panties swirl around his finger with a smirk. I snatch it before going to the sink, washing up a bit, and pouring myself a huge glass of water. I've got a thin purple line under my bottom lip, a bruise from Connor's hearty demonstration earlier. When I open up the shirt a little, I can also spot a bite mark on my breast.
I pretend I'm not listening when they pick up their discussion.
"Now, maybe ye can help us, lass," Connor tells Sujin. "Ma once told us that the eldest was the one with the bigger cock." I choke on my water.
And I expected her to dodge the matter, although, of course, she decides to take it very seriously:
"Wait, are we talking length or width?" she asks; I don't dare turn around.
"Obviously length," Connor answers.
"I don't know," my dear sister continues, "a lot of girls prefer width, right Min?"
"I'm not a part of this conversation." I want to be very clear on that.
They remain in expectant silence, so she continues: "Oh, me? You know, I'm all about variety." They chuckle at that.
"So? Ye haven't answered the question, hun." Murphy presses with his mouth crammed with dough.
"Easy, look at your hands. Your fingers say it all."
I ought to turn around for that. So I can see them both watch and compare their hands with the utmost gravity. It's alarming to note I already know the answer: Connor is slightly longer, and Murphy slightly wider. It's barely even noticeable though.
"So that's it! I'm bigger!" Connor exclaims triumphantly. And immediately gets a smack on the side of the head.
"No way! Bigger means larger, ye eejit!" They start rowing again while I steal a large portion of the pizza.
Sujin winks and beams at me, as if she was their puppet master.
"The good thing is, that way, we can tell you two apart in the dark."
Connor comes back with a shit-eating grin. "Well, luv, we'd need to blindfold ye to find out…"
"…Whereas, us," she keeps going as if she hadn't heard him, gesturing between me and herself. "If we switched clothes and pulled our hair back, you couldn't tell us apart."
"Sure I could!" Murphy slumps beside me on the couch and tears himself a piece of my pizza. I growl at him like a hungry wolf.
"Not if we kept quiet."
Though Murphy shrugs and nonchalantly states while pointing at Sujin: "Ye have a bigger ass-"
"Shut up." Connor coughs.
Though we both know perfectly that it's true. Not by much, but still. And I don't know, anymore, if that's supposed to be taken as an insult or a compliment anyway.
"…And ye have a beauty mark, right there under yer boob," Murphy continues, his fingers brushing the underside of my braless breast, and he adds: "It's delightful."
His silly smile still makes me blush, even after all the filthy things we've done.
"Plus ye look alike but even yer faces have lots of small differences," he continues while pulling at the strand of melted cheese from the mouthful he got. Then, he stands back up to go sit beside my sister on his mattress. His hand snakes along her jaw, to slip its fingers in her hair and pull her closer. He pecks tenderly at the outer corner of her eye. "A little wrinkle here-"
"I don't have wrinkles," she protests though he doesn't care.
Connor just stares at him with wide eyes, as if he thought his brother had a death wish.
"…a slight crease over here…" Murphy's kisses trail to the side of her nose, while he pushes her back on the bed.
She, however, wrenches out of his grasp in mock aggravation. "Are you saying I look older?" I'm chuckling in my corner.
"Ye did say ye were the eldest, lass," he concludes, pretty satisfied with his joke.
He winks at me, so we both burst out laughing, and she ends up flipping us off.
"You'll pay for that. And I want to go out." She has finally given up and changes the subject, though, that makes me realize something:
"Wait, what time is it?"
"It's 8pm, sis."
"What? We slept all afternoon?"
"That's usually what happens when you don't sleep all night…"
"But…" I switch to French for the rest: "J'ai dit à Amy hier qu'on serait chez elle ce soir ! (I told Amy yesterday that we would be at her place tonight!)
"Tu n'as pas envie de rester ? (Don't you want to stay?)"
I chew my lip at this question, eyeing the two boys that give me chills just by remaining silent and watching us talk. My sister gleefully adds:
"Penses-y, Min, quand est-ce que tu as autant été satisfaite par…qui que ce soit ? (Think about it, Min, when were you that satisfied by…anyone?)"
I scoff at the thought; never, of course. So, I answer bluntly, since they can't understand anyway:
"Tu rigoles ? Je commence même à me demander si j'avais déjà joui avant… (Are you kidding ? I'm even starting to question if I had ever come before…)"
"Alors, c'est décidé ! De toute façon c'est toujours ma journée, donc… (So, it's decided! Anyway, it's still my day, so…)"
She shrugs the end of that sentence. Her smirk is absolutely confident.
"Et tu ne vas pas leur demander leur avis là-dessus ? (And you're not going to ask for their opinion on this?)"
"Nope."
I glance at the boys who are exchanging in their own language:
"Nár chóir dúinn a rá leo go dtuigeann muid?"
I don't know what Murphy's question was, but Connor's answer mimicked my sister's down to her accent:
"Nope."
"Can I borrow your phone, guys? I've got to call our friend, tell her we won't be there tonight." Sujin says, and they both glimpse at each other while lighting their cigarettes.
"Why, lass, ye found somewhere to sleep?" Connor innocuously asks.
"I thought the old whorehouse down the block wasn't to yer liking." Murphy adds with a frown.
And I instigated enough doubt in her that her heart sinks for a second. While I freeze. Before they evidently let their proud smirks betray the prank. Connor gets a pillow in the face and Murphy gets his nipple pinched. However, nothing stops them from laughing at our second-long misery.
"You're lucky we're not calling your bluff." Sujin tries to save face, though I know it's impossible. "Laugh all you want now; I know you'll be weeping like little kids when we leave tomorrow," she adds.
It's Amy's actual birthday tomorrow; we've already missed her big party, but, since it'll be Monday, everyone will be home but us then. We can't decently leave her alone on her birthday, even though we're technically still on holiday until Wednesday morning.
"Well, we're supposed to go to work tomorrow morning anyway…" Connor sighs, dropping the act and letting a bit of disgruntlement show.
So it's settled. One more night, then we'll go our separate ways.
While my sister calls Amy, Connor comes to sit beside me on the couch. I pretend punch him in the shoulder, still mad at their joke, or maybe to deflect the gloomy atmosphere settling in.
Though he just scoffs, puffing out smoke, and hands me his pack. As I take one, I can feel his gaze on my lower lip. He then gets close enough to light up the cigarette, and when I blow out away from his face, his thumb comes to lightly trace the bruise on my chin.
"Was I too rough?" He asks quietly but doesn't apologize. I noticed neither of them ever does. But then, neither of them seems to ever need to.
"I don't know," I still decide to mull over, "you did lie when you said you didn't bite though…" And I try unsuccessfully to swallow my growing grin.
"You should have known I wasn't that trustworthy." He's nuzzling my hair now, right behind my ear. His dreamy full lips brush my earlobe while his low murmur stresses: "Didn't yer da tell ye not to follow strange boys home?"
The hot breath on my skin makes me almost unable to answer. I don't know how I manage to find my voice, but it's not as self-assured as I would have wanted:
"From a nice little altar boy like you, I expected to be treated like a holy relic."
"And instead, ye've been tortured like a martyr."
I let out a laugh. "Poor me…" Yeah, particularly now that he's nipping at my neck while both our cigarettes are consuming themselves, forgotten in our hands.
"Murphy stop that!" We hear my sister whisper-yell, with her palm on the phone's mic. Amy is probably rambling about the party last night, or insisting we get there as soon as possible. I'm guessing Sujin doesn't want to explain the whole situation over the phone. Especially while Murphy is sucking at her toes with an impish glint in his eye.
I don't know how she handled those issues, because Connor is now sweetly pecking at my lips. I blithely answer in kind. It's soft and tender. Not even aspiring to more. And it suffices to send me right into another world. Truly, I forget where I am for a moment, and only live for the feeling of that mouth against mine. It's erasing any previous tension, any spitefulness or brutishness, if there ever was any. And his tongue is a caress that sends shivers to my loins.
"When you two have finished your make-out session, Murphy and I will be at the pub." Sujin states. And I tear my lips away from Connor's:
"Are you sure it's open on a Sunday?"
"How little faith ye have in our McGinty's, lass!" Murphy exclaims as if he was shocked.
Since the moment's passed, we might as well go with them, but by the time we get out of the building, I figure I'd rather stretch my legs a little. The sun is now barely over the horizon; the air is nicely cooling; so, I sneak away from Connor's arms and swiftly start my way up the street.
"The pub's the other way, luv."
"Go ahead! I need to see something." And I don't wait for any of them to try and stop me.
I bolt in a little jog so I soon get where I was headed: the bridge we'd crossed this morning to reach the church. As I expected, from there, I get a clear view of the city skyline, engulfed in reddening sunset colors. A gust of wind throws me off balance on the sidewalk, and I catch myself on the stone barrier. I laugh in delight. Feeling more liberated than I've ever been.
The incredible scenery, the perfect warmth, the unmatched satiated feeling in my stomach, and the arms that startle me, snaking around my waist. Murphy's lips soon find my cheek, and there is nothing that could rival this perfect moment of serenity.
Then, the sun finally disappears.
"So, ye're a romantic deep down, hun?" Murphy asks. I just shrug, words are ruining this, so I guess I am.
"Well, ye're not in luck with us, lass, we're stubborn little pricks when it comes to that…" Connor states, from a little further behind.
"As opposed to the rest of the time, when you're…what exactly?" I inquire, pretending to be serious, and they both pretend to be offended.
Murphy lets go of me to light his cig, and I turn around to face Sujin and Connor hand in hand behind us. With their beautiful smiles, the wind in their hair and clothes, I am struck again by their magnificence. My sister throws me a knowing look. She knows exactly how I'm feeling: wonderful.
So, – and I don't know if it's to thank her, throw her off her game, or just the heat of the moment, but – I walk the few steps between us, grab the sides of her face in my hands, and I kiss her.
In truth, we've done that before, though only in our early teenage years, when she was starting to date boys and I was too shy to try. Now, with utter confidence in her, I slip my tongue between her lips and just kiss her with passion. To be completely honest, it's not as exciting in itself as it is to know that there are two pairs of blue eyes, beside us, darkening at this sight.
Unmistakably, when we part, both twins are swallowing hard, and I even spot Murphy's tongue darting to lick his lips. Connor, who's closer, extends his hand to reach for us. However, my sister won't miss out on that perfect opportunity to be cruel.
So, she dodges the hand, wraps her arm around my shoulders, and starts down the bridge, back toward the pub, without another look for them. I chuckle and lock my own arm around her waist, while we leave the two boys to follow us.
She winks at me with her sadistic smile: "Ça va être une longue nuit pour eux... (It's going to be a long night for them….)
Oh, for us as well, I suspect. When I glimpse behind, I can spy four predatory eyes burning our backs. And I'm biting inside my cheeks in anticipation.
*I know their Ma's comment about who's the eldest is supposed to be at the same time as the movie. But it was only in deleted scenes so it doesn't count!
I just realized it could be confusing in terms of timeline. Let's say this story happens the summer before the 1st movie (which happens in March 98 I believe), alright? So this is summer 97.