Julie downed another shot of whiskey, only half realizing that it didn't burn any more. Her throat had become a little numb from the inside out, and the liquor only caused a warm, gentle queasiness in her stomach. She was sitting sideways in Conner's lap, one arm slung around his shoulders to keep her from falling off. One of his hands was holding onto her hip to stabilize her, especially when she slammed the shot glass down on the table hard enough that she nearly tipped over. It drew a slight giggle from her, which made Conner chuckle.

He took a drag from his cigarette as she tried pouring more whiskey into her glass. She failed sloshed most of the liquor onto the table, but managed to fill her class enough to satisfy her. Another little chuckle and Conner reached out putting the shot glass back on the table before she could drink any more.

"Hey," she slurred a little, giving him a questioning look.

"I think ye've 'ad enough, Julie-girl," he smiled up at her, even though his voice was sounding a bit slow as well.

"You think I'm… I'm," Julie giggled a little, trying to think. "Drunk?"

"I know yer drunk," he replied, pulling her up tighter against him when she nearly tumbled out of his lap.

"Ein mehr Getränk, und werde ich Sie ausnutzen," Murphy mumbled.

He was laying back on the bench, one arm draped over his face as if to shield his eyes from the dim light bulb. Sitting up, he gave Julie a playful smirk.

Her brow furrowed in frustration. "English, Murph. I can't think to translate."

"He said ye've had enough," Conner replied with a smile.

In a split second of clarity, Julie sighed. "I'm going to be sick tomorrow, aren't I?"

"Probably," Murphy answered, reaching over to fill his shot glass again. "But we'll be there ta hold yer hair back while ye toss yer cookies."

A slow, sleepy smile spread Julie's lips as she wrapped her arms around Conner's neck, grinning up at him. "I love you guys."

"Do ye now," Conner smiled back, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

She pressed her face close to his neck, sighing against his skin. "I really wish I could marry both of you guys."

A small laugh escaped her as she pulled her face away to look him in the eye. She laughed a little harder when she saw his confused expression.

"Then again," she said, almost snorting in laughter. "You guys would probably fight over who gets me first on the wedding night."

Conner grinned at her, and she realized that he was probably a bit more than tipsy. "I should hope it'd be me."

"And why's that," she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck again.

"'Cause I seen ye first," he replied as though the fact alone meant he had laid claim to her.

Julie loved the idea so much that she plucked the cigarette from his lips and kissed him hard. She felt one hand slide up her back to hold her closer while the other one slid under her skirt. The tip of his tongue licked across her lips and she opened up for him. He tasted all over the inside of her mouth, making her breathing become more labored and a soft moan escape her throat. It finally became too much and she had to pull away to breathe. Conner's chest heaved as he looked down at her, corners of his lips tilting up in a smile. With a grin, she put the cigarette back in his mouth.

She turned to see Murphy sitting there, trying not to look in her direction. Julie crawled across the bench toward him. He gave her a gentle smirk when she stopped to kneel beside him. She ran her fingers gently through his hair, turning his face to hers. Her lips brushed against his and he grabbed her waist, pulling her over to straddle his lap. She went easily enough, letting him kiss her the way Conner had. His hands roamed a bit more, both sliding up her bare thighs to hold her hips as he kissed harder. She moaned again, but Murphy wasn't quite as relenting as his brother. Julie had to physically push him back from her so that she could breathe again.

She laughed gently, sliding off of Murphy's lap to sit on the bench in between both brothers again. Crossing her arms, she laid them on the table, leaning her head down, licking her lips to savor the taste of both men.

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The next morning, Julie woke up feeling very warm and groggy. She tried turning over to go back to sleep, but something stopped her. Opening her eyes, she saw the top of Murphy's head. It woke her up enough to realize that he was nestled against her, head tucked under her chin as his arms clung to her torso. One of her legs was draped over his hip, bringing his whole body very close to hers.

A second later, she was even more awake, noticing that there was a distinct feel of someone nuzzled up behind her, face buried in the curve of her neck. She realized it must have been Conner whose chest was pressed solid against her back, arms wrapped around her waist so that he too was molded around her. She was too shocked to move for a moment, just letting herself feel the soft, even breathing of the brothers against her skin. For a moment, she wondered if anything had happened between the three of them. But nothing felt sore or out of place, except for the slight headache she was beginning to notice.

She tilted her head up to see that the boys were in nothing but boxers and she had somehow become dressless, wearing only her bra and panties. A thin sheet covered all three bodies on one of the boys' mattresses; Julie couldn't move enough to tell which one. She forced herself to close her eyes again and settle back down. Being surrounded by the twins wasn't exactly a bad thing. For starters, it was keeping her very toasty warm and the feel of their bare skin pressed to hers made her feel… She took a second, trying to think of the right word; wanted, accepted, loved. That was it. It made her feel loved. But it also made her feel self-conscious. There were countless scars all over her body from the beatings she had taken. She worried that they had disgusted the boys when they had seen them.

Reconciling herself to her fate, Julie tried to will herself back to sleep. As she laid there, she felt Conner stir behind her, brushing his lips against her neck. It made her tingle, but she let it pass. A moment later, Murphy started to make a mewling sound against her chest, pressing himself closer. She stifled a laugh so that she didn't wake either of them.

Her fingers wound into Murphy's hair as she nuzzled her face against the top of his head, making herself more comfortable. Her knee raised higher on his hip, and Conner's sleeping body adjusted so that it didn't lose contact with hers. It brought all three bodies just a little closer together. Eyes fluttering closed, Julie was able to fall back to sleep.

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Here's the real rough translation…

Ein mehr Getränk, und werde ich Sie ausnutzen – One more drink, and I will take advantage of you.

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