Elena wasted no time when they arrived at the lake house, her absolute favorite place on earth. She put on her bathing suit and ran to the end of the dock and diving into the water with the joy of a child.

Although the weekend getaway had been Damon's idea, he was questioning his decision as he and Stefan stood on the dock and watched their girlfriend splash around, he despised the water.

"Are you going to come in?" Elena asked, ripples of lake water forming around her as she treaded water.
"It's October." Stefan answered.
"And it's fucking cold as hell." Damon added.
"Okay then. I guess I am going to have to do this myself!" She untied the top of her bikini and tossed the soaking wet material to Damon.
"You're really going to get naked right here?" Damon said as he watched her doe eyes look up at him, already getting hard in his trunks. Between school, cheerleading, and general life drama, they hadn't been together in weeks and he was dying for her affections.
"Yup." She replied. "This is a summer neighborhood. No one is in any of these houses." She floated on her back, her pert dark nipples peaking out of the water as she moved.

Stefan gave his brother a sideways glance before he leapt from the dock. He swam towards Elena, splashing her in the face when he got close enough. He wrapped his arms around her midsection and she clung to him, resting her forehead on his. She giggled when he grabbed her sides and dug is fingers into her ribcage.

"I'm going to get you back for making me get in the water." Stefan kissed up the side of her neck.
"Oh yeah." Elena breathed out, her eyes closing to enjoy the sensation of his mouth. "What are you going to do to me?"

Damon sat and dipped his feet into the water, fully prepared to watch what was about to unfold.

Stefan's mouth found hers. He slid his hand between their bodies and touched her over the thin material of her bathing suit. Elena groaned into his mouth and ground her pelvis against his fingers. He moved his hand up the length of her body and to her breast. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, before moving to the other and rolling it. He slid his hands under the band of her suit and grabbed her ass.

Elena dropped her head to his shoulder and held him tightly to her body as he swam them through the water. Stefan maneuvered her until she was between his brother's legs and turned her so she was facing the dock, her head resting on Damon's thigh.

He wrapped one of his arms around her body, holding his chest to her back and slid his fingers back into her bathing suit, pushing two fingers into her. Elena let out a groan and looked up at Damon, who was combing his fingers through her wet hair. Stefan penetrated her again, increasing the force of his thrusts.

Elena whimpered and turned her head so she could take a mouthful of Damon's leg. Stefan slowly worked her towards orgasm, changing the girth, depth, and speed of his fingers, stopping every few strokes to play with her clit.

When she started panting, he let Damon support her body weight, and used one hand to pull the hood of skin back and the other to rapidly rub her clit. Her breath started hitching and her body clenching, and when she was just on the edge of ecstasy, he stopped. He pulled his hand from her bathing suit and kissed her temple.

"Let's eat." He said, climbing back up onto the floating dock.
"What?" She looked up at him with a huff, squeezing Damon's flesh in her hands. "What?" She said again. "Damon." She looked up at him, sliding her hand up his thigh. She could see he was already erect in his trunks.
"You heard Stefan." He gripped her hand and pulled from his thigh. "Let's eat." He gestured to the picnic lunch they had set up on the beach.

Elena reached up for the top of her bikini and put it back on before extracting herself from the water. She wrapped a towel around her shoulders and sat in Damon's lap with her sandwich, stopping every few bites to feed him a bite.

"Do you even know how to swim?" She looked up at him.
"I know how to not drown." He replied. "I have many other skills. Don't fixate on swimming."
"Oh really." She teased. "What kinds of skills?"

He brushed the wet hair from one side of her neck and sucked on a section of skin. He wrapped his hands under her thighs and bent her legs so her feet were flat on the blanket, using his knees to hold hers open. Elena closed her eyes, the anticipation leaking from her body and making her bathing suit sticky and uncomfortable.

"Hey Stefan." He said, sliding a hand into her bikini bottom and dipping his fingers into her. "Do you want me to finish what you started?"
"Damon." Elena let her sandwich fall to the blanket and rested her hands on her knees. "Please."
"Actually." Damon said, moving his hand back to her thigh and running his hand along it. "Why don't you show us how you do it yourself?"
"Why don't you just do it for me?" Elena opened her eyes and looked up at Damon, growing frustrated. "That's sort of why I keep you guys around."
"Um, because it's super hot when you touch yourself." He whispered into her ear.

She looked across the blanket at Stefan, who was clearly aroused. She wanted to skip the torture and jump his bones and fuck his brains out, but they had all weekend ahead of them and she was in no rush. She let Damon hold her legs open and slid one hand into the cup of her bikini to tweak her nipple. She sucked her lip between her teeth and laid her head back on Damon's shoulder.

She moved her other hand into her bikini bottom and brushed her fingers along the outer lips of her vagina, which were still cool and puckered from the lake water. She let her index and middle fingers hold back the skin of her clitoral hood and moved her other hand from her breast and to her clit. She rubbed the erect skin. Stefan had already had her so close to coming that she knew it wouldn't take much, but she also knew she had to give them a little bit of a show.

She hooked a finger in the crotch of her bathing suit and pulled it to the side, exposing her pussy to the brother's hungry eyes. She licked her lips as she used the other hand to penetrate her vagina. She sealed three fingers together and thrust them in and out of her pussy, her stomach muscles tensing with each movement. She bit back a moan. Her toes curled and she pulled her legs into her chest, her body contracting and becoming increasingly smaller in Damon's lap.

"Elena." She opened her eyes to look at Stefan. "Does that feel good, baby?" She stilled her hand and nodded her head. She watched as he untied the strings at his waist and retrieved his engorged cock.
"Oh no." Damon interjected. "You're not messing with her again." He took the stray hairs that had fallen across her cheek and tucked them behind her ear. "Ignore him, just keep going."
"Hmm." She turned her lips to Damon's. He let her peck him but then simply held her head to his shoulder so as to not distract her from the task at hand.

She rested one hand on Damon's arm and brought the index and middle finger's of her other to her mouth to moisten them with saliva. She brought them back to her clit and rubbed the lubricated fingers against it. She chewed her lip and furrowed her brow in concentration, trying to get her mind back in order after Stefan's interruption. She let out a little huff and slowed her fingers.

"You have to relax." Damon reminded her when he saw her starting to get flustered. "Take your time."
"You stopped kissing me." She whined out.
"You want me to kiss you?" He whispered, dropping his face to hers.
"And help me." She pouted her lip out.
"I think I can do that." He kissed her nose and then her lips, pressing his tongue into her mouth.

He used one hand to hold her head in place and moved the other down her body to rest on her hand. He held her fingers in his and slowly worked them back up to speed on her swollen, sensitive tissue. Once he had her fingers moving at a steady rhythm, he slid his fingers off hers and let them move independently. He used his fingers to penetrate her in a single movement.

Elena groaned into his mouth. She increased the speed of her fingers and arched her back to get more of Damon's into her. He curled and straitened his fingers as he thrust them in and out. When her breath started to hitch, he held them inside her and used his thumb to seal her fingers to her clit. She released a long breath and pressed the crown of her head into Damon's shoulder as she came all over their hands.

Damon took their hands from between her legs and rested them on her thigh; he used his other hand to adjust her bathing suit bottoms so she was fully covered. She could feel Damon's massive hard on pressing into the small of her back while she panted for breath. She used her arms to lift her ass from her spot between his legs to right in his lap, using her legs to push his back together. She ground her body weight down into his dick.

She reached behind her and gripped the hair on the back of his head. "Fuck me, Damon." She murmured out once she made eye contact.

"Right here?" Damon asked, a little surprised at her exhibitionism.
"Yes." She breathed out, starting to move her ass back and forth over his lap.

He took her damp towel and draped it across her front and over her shoulders. He reached his hand under the elastic waistband of his trunks and pulled out his stiff, pulsating penis. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and between her legs. He pulled her suit, which he had just adjusted, to the side and pressed the head of his cock to her vaginal opening.

Elena groaned and rested the weight of her body back on Damon's chest. He gripped her hips and pressed her pelvis down, the full length of his cock becoming tightly nestled in her body. Damon thrust his hips, pulling out and pushing back into her.

"Damon… Oh God." Elena moaned as she opened her eyes to look up at the blue sky.

Stefan watched from his seat across the blanket. The brightly colored beach towel covered most of their bodies but he could deduct what was happening by watching the pleasure spread across Elena's face. He tightened the grip he had on his dick, jerking it in his hand.

Elena bent her legs so that her knees were pressing into the blanket on either side of Damon's hips. She arched her body and bit into the tender skin of her bottom lip as he let the cadence build. Her lips fell open and little grunts came out of them with each movement of their bodies.

Damon braced his weight on his hands and leaned his body back, thrusting his hips, Elena's body bouncing in his lap. They had both completely forgotten about the towel, which was supposed to be covering her. Stefan watched as it moved lower and lower down her torso.

When she felt Stefan's hands on her hips, she opened her eyes. He pulled the towel from her body and attached his mouth to her chest. He reached behind her neck and untied the knot holding the top of her bikini together. He pulled the top from her body and tossed it into the sand. He took one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth while his hands untied the stings at the sides of her bottoms, removing them with equal haste.

Elena held Stefan's head to her chest as he nipped his way from one breast to the other. Stefan put his hands on her hips and attempted to pull her from Damon's lap, but Damon, who had been leaning back on his hands, sat and wrapped his arms around her, not ready to give up the bliss of her body. Damon stilled his hips and glared at Stefan over their girlfriend's shoulder.

Elena cautiously opened her eyes. This didn't happen often, but when it did, it wasn't pretty. The brothers were staring at each other. "Stop." She mumbled out a warning, attempting to truncate their altercation, but neither budged.

Elena rolled her eyes and let out a huff. She knocked both of their hands from her body and stood, picking up the towel and tightening it around her chest. She turned and walked back to the house, slamming the door behind her.

Elena took a long shower and a long nap. She expected both brothers to come crawling back to her but neither of them as much as came upstairs. When the night had settled and her stomach started to growl, she pulled on jeans and a sweater and went down to the kitchen.

There was a roaring fire in the fireplace and the table was set with three plates, a bouquet of fall flowers standing tall in the middle. Stefan was standing at the stove, managing multiple pots and pans, while Damon was sitting at the breakfast bar with a glass of red wine.

"You're awake." Stefan said as she descended the stairs.
"I'm awake." She responded, still hesitant to engage them after what had happened that afternoon.
"Come sit." Damon said, filling the glass next to him.

Elena crossed the room and sat on one of the high top stools. She took a big gulp of her wine and mentally prepared for what they might say.

"We are sorry." Damon turned in his seat and put his hands in her lap. "The last thing that either one of us wants to do is to put you in a position where you feel like you have to chose."

Elena nodded. She was surprised that it was Damon doing the talking; he usually let that job fall to Stefan.

"Stefan and I have an entirely different set of issues to work through and if those things ever interfered with loving you…" He paused. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Stefan turned off a burner and walked over to stand behind Elena, kissing the top of her head. "That was an inappropriate and immature way for us to act and it won't happen again." He spoke in to her freshly washed hair. "Can we start over and have the weekend we set out to have?"

"Yes." She tipped her head up to kiss Stefan and then leaned over to kiss Damon.
"Hungry?"
"Yes."

They filled her with food and wine and told her stories of their youth over candlelight. She was in Stefan's lap before desert was over. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck and watched Damon do the dishes.

Stefan carried her to the couch and sat so she was straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him but he turned his head to the side.

"Are you sure?"
"Yes." She nodded and looked over at Damon, patting the spot next to them.

He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. He unbuttoned her jeans and hooked his fingers into the sides, working them over her hips and down her legs. He let his lips brush against hers in a slow, lazy kiss.

They all knew it wasn't going to be like earlier when they had teased and played with one another. They needed to reunite with intimacy and they needed it now.

Damon reached his hand around her and unclipped her bra. She let it slide down her arms and to the couch. He unbuttoned his own pants in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure that was pressing painfully on his erection.

"I love you." Stefan spoke into her hair as he hugged her tightly to his chest.
"I love you." She pulled her head back to look into his eyes before pecking his lips.

She held eye contact while she reached between their bodies to open his pants and grasp his erection. She ran her fingers across the stiff flesh, which was still hard from when she had walked away from him earlier that afternoon. She watched Stefan's eyes close and his head tip back to rest on the couch as she jerked him in her hand.

Elena lifted her body, teasing the engorged head along her labia. She let the silky fluids seeping from her body coat the tip before slowly sinking down to take the whole length into her body. Stefan dug his fingers into her hips.

She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and forced out the breath she had been holding. She rolled her hips and pressed her torso closer to his. Stefan hastily worked up to a steady pace.

Damon slid off the couch and to the floor to kneel between Stefan's legs. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist and kissed along the bones of her spine, licking up the single bead of sweat that was traveling down it.

"Damon…" Elena breathed into Stefan's neck when she felt Damon's arms around her. "… Please… I need… I." She sucked in a breath trying to quell the frantic burn building in her midsection.
"I know baby." Damon acknowledged her request and slid a hand between her legs.

Elena started grunting and groaning as Stefan increased his pace and Damon pressed his index and middle fingers into her clit. Damon applied a firm pressure as her body jerked in time with Stefan's thrusts. She let her mouth fall open as she turned her head on Stefan's shoulder.

Damon Stood, never slowing the cadence of his fingers, and attached his mouth to hers. Elena reached out and gripped the hair at the scruff of his neck. She moaned into his mouth as she came undone, tremoring around Stefan's dick.

Stefan held her shaking body still as he thrust himself to completion.

Elena opened her eyes and looked over at Damon through her dense eyelashes. He removed his hand from where it was pinned between his lover's bodies and brought it to hers, interlacing their fingers.

"I love you." She managed to get out through her panting.
"I love you too." He whispered she he pecked her lips.

Elena made a move to get off of Stefan's lap and to Damon's, but he stopped her. "Don't move." He said, kissing her hand. "You're perfect right here." He whispered into her ear.

Damon retrieved his engorged erection from his jeans, which was already weeping with pre ejaculate. He wrapped one arm around Elena's body and found a nipple as he pushed into her.

Damon groped both breasts with his hands and then paused to squeeze her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He repeated the action with his hands while he slowed the speed and depth thrusts, repeatedly stimulating the dense nerve area of her vaginal opening.

When Elena felt her groin start to tingle, she leaned her body back to rest on Damon's, stopping his movements. She took his hands from her chest and squeezed them in hers.

"… Damon…" She looked over her shoulder at him.
"What's wrong?" Damon stilled his hips and moved the sticky hair from the side of her neck, nestling his head into it.
"I don't want to come like this." She moved to get out of Stefan's lap and laid back on the couch. "I want to look at your face."

Elena extended her arms to Damon, who happily complied with her demands. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hitched her legs up around his hips, pulling their bodies flush against one another.

Damon pushed back into her and then paused. He whipped the hair from her flushed forehead and tipped his head to the side to connect their lips. Elena forced her tongue through his lips and into his mouth. She licked and bit as Damon pounded into her.

"Breathe." He reminded her when her breath started to hitch and her mouth stopped moving.

She looked up at Damon and nodded her head, taking her lip between her teeth and biting into it hard as she came again. Her body spasmed around Damon's cock, tightly hugging each inch of his shaft.

Damon felt his scrotum pull tightly to his body and then release with an explosion of light. He came into her stream after stream of his fluid filling her body, their time apart making for an extra large load. Damon tried to pull his flaccid penis from her body, but she locked her ankles together at the small of his back.

"Don't move yet." She buried her face into the crook of his neck while he combed his fingers through her hair. "I want to stay like this." Her breathing rate started to increase again and she hiccupped when she held a sob in her throat, thinking back on the events of the day.
"It's okay." He murmured. "Don't cry."
"I never want that to happen again." She said into his sweaty neck, holding it in place with both her hands.
"It won't." Damon replied. She lifted her head to look over at Stefan, who concurred.
"It won't."