Elena and Stefan laid on their stomachs, watching a movie, while Damon laid on his back, reading. The small frame of Elena's childhood bed had them sandwiched close together.

Stefan, who had his head propped up by his elbows, was running his fingers through Elena's hair. Damon idly stroked her calf, running his hand along the stubble growing there.

It wasn't long before Elena had totally lost interest in the movie and started bothering Stefan. She started, innocently enough, sliding her hand under his shirt and up his back. When he laid his head down and closed his eyes, she upped the ante a little, by moving her foot up to Damon's crotch and feeling around for his dick.

It wasn't long before Damon grabbed her foot, stopping her movements.

"What?" She turned to look at him, her eyes wide and childlike.

"You know what." He replied, cocking an eyebrow.

She turned to climb up the bed and signaled for Stefan to to the same. When both brothers were reclined on the pillows, She started to work her way into Damon's pants, sliding her hand inside and pulling his limp dick out. She used a hand to move her hair to one side of her head, so Stefan had a clear view of what she was about to do, and lowered her head.

She did not allow her lips to touch him; they hovered above, her warm breath pouring down on the head of his cock. She used her free hand to reach over to Stefan and pop his jeans open. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, which was already starting to stiffen. She loved that she had that effect on him. She could make him insane with just a glance.

She jerked both brothers in unison. When she had Stefan half hard, she leaned her head over his dick. He collected her hair and gripped it in his hand to allow him and Damon optimum viewability. She ran her hand up and down the shaft while she grazed her mouth across the head, just barely touching the sensitive area. She tightened her grip at the base of his shaft and took the doughy head between her lips, applying a gentle pressure.

Stefan groaned and dropped his head back to the pillow, the pleasure exploding through his loins making it nearly impossible to keep his eyes open. Elena let the head slip from her mouth and used the moist tip to outline her lips. She pressed it back through the seal of her lips and circled her tongue around the head, stopping to apply pressure to the nerve bundle where the head faded into the shaft.

Stefan was writhing as he watched Elena's magical mouth suck him into oblivion. Damon had taken his own cock in his hand and was jerking himself off while he watched their girlfriend suck his brother, anxiously awaiting his turn.

She let Stefan's dick slip from her mouth again and swirled her tongue around the tip, then around the head, and then up each side of the shaft. His cock was becoming purple and engorged with each movement of her mouth. He wanted to push her head down and make her suck it until he exploded down her throat, but then Damon would get her for the rest of the night and there was no way he was going to allow that.

She looked up at him through her dense forest of eyelashes and grazed her teeth over the head. When she was sure she had the full focus of his gaze, she moved a hand between her legs and under the waistband of her shorts. She found her clit and started rubbing little circles, stopping to flick the swollen flesh every few rounds.

The brothers watched, completely enthralled at Elena pleasuring herself. With so many hands in the mix, they rarely got to see her use her own. She rubbed faster and tilted her hips, trying to get to a better angle.

Stefan bucked his hips, tightening the grip on her hair. She moved her mouth to his balls. She sucked one into her mouth and then moved to the other. She took both in her hand and gently tugged them. She pressed a knuckle to the skin underneath his scrotum. Stefan get out a long groan, so ready to be fucking her mouth, dangerously close to coming.

"Hey, baby." He used her hair to pull her lips from his dick. "Let Damon have a turn."

Elena stayed on Stefan's lap but leaned her head over to Damon and took his erection in her mouth. She used her hand to give it a solid tug while she sucked on the swollen head.

Damon abruptly pushed her mouth away and moved to kneel behind her, removing his clothes. Elena wasted no time reattaching her mouth to Stefan's dick, swirling her tongue from the base to the tip and then suckling the head.

Damon pulled Elena's shorts and panties down her legs. He took her hip in one hand and his dick in the other. He used his knees to pry her thighs apart. He prodded around with the head of his dick, the juices of her arousal where already seeping from her and down her thighs, so it was easy for him to slid right in.

Elena momentarily stilled her mouth, moaning around Stefan's dick when Damon seethed himself inside of her. When he started to move his hips, she braced her hands on either side of Stefan's torso. A single string of saliva clung to his dick as she let him slip from her mouth. Stefan reached down and used his index finger to disconnect the sting, whipping it on his shirt.

Damon pushed her shirt up her back and over her head. He kissed his way up her spinal column and across her shoulders. Stefan used his hands to tuck hair behind her ears and pull her lips to his. He sealed their lips together.

Elena crawled up Stefan's body, pushing his shirt off along the way. She attached her lips to his chest, nipping and sucking his smooth skin. When she reached his nipple, she suctioned her mouth to it.

Damon continued to fuck her from behind. He wrapped his arm around her body and placed his fingers where hers had been just moments ago. Elena let her belly drop and pressed her ass back when Damon stimulated her clit. He pulled his dick all the way out of her and then eased the head back in, keeping his thrusts shallow. He sped his fingers until she started panting and straining her hips to his hand and then backed off.

Elena huffed; she grew frustrated with his teasing. Her nipples were pounding and her clit was aching and he obviously wasn't planning on giving her relief anytime soon. She looked down between her legs at Stefan's erection, long and solid, begging to please her.

She slapped Damon's fingers away from her clit and moved her pelvis forward, his dick slipping from her, and slid herself down onto Stefan's cock. She moved up and down, leaning her body back so he pressed solidly along the inside of her vagina. She let out a sigh, knowing she was finally close to relief.

Damon watched from behind her, his cock in his hand, jerking himself off in time with her movements.

Stefan pushed Elena back so she was flat on the mattress. Damon straddled her ribs and crouched down, his erection brushing against her chest. Elena pressed her breasts together, letting him slip his cock between her cleavage.

Stefan sat back on his knees and pulled her pelvis up into his lap. He pushed back into her tight body. He let himself become completely enraptured in her essence, wondering how on earth he had gotten so lucky as he rammed into her over and over again, working his way to ecstasy.

Damon slid his penis along her chest and then drove it into her cleavage before pulling back and coming all over breasts. He panted above her and Elena reached up to cup the back of his head and pull their lips together.

Damon pinched her nipples between his fingers and Stefan pressed his thumb to her clit, the sum of sensations sent stars bursting from behind her eyelids, her body quivering with release.

As soon as Elena's vaginal walls started to spasm with orgasm, squeezing Stefan's dick impossible tight, he exploded inside her, shooting thick spurts up into her body.

Damon climbed off Elena's body and laid next to her. Stefan pulled her forward to sit in his lap and held her to his chest, Damon's seamen seeping between their bodies.

Damon reached over to her bedside table and handed Stefan a wad of tissues. He used them to gently clean the skin of her chest.

"Can we go to The Grille for dinner?" Elena asked no one in particular. Sometimes they all went out, sometimes just two of them did. The town had pretty much accepted their dynamic and no longer asked questions.

"Hungry?" Damon laughed, reaching his hand over to pat her head.

"Why don't we order in?" Stefan ran a hand up her thigh. "Then you can have a glass of wine."

"Smart thinking." Damon said over Elena to Stefan. He constantly forgot that the girl he loved more the life itself, who had endured enough tragedies to last seven lifetimes, wasn't even old enough to purchase alcohol.

"Yes, please." Elena crawled from Stefan's lap and grabbed the rob hanging from her bedpost, tying it around herself.

"Where are you going?" Damon asked, confused.

"To get the menus." Was her simple reply.

Sometimes they were so ordinary, it was scary.