At 11 Danielle returned to an empty apartment and headed straight for the shower. She had jogged back from the gym and needed to wash away the sweat and grime of the city from her skin. She peeled off her gym kit and stepped under the shower head in the wet room.
When she had thoroughly washed her raven hair she cleansed her body and limbs with wave after wave of foaming shower gel. Her fingers lingered between her legs for a few moments, carefully washing at first and then rubbing her receptive labia and clitoris. A moment’s indulgence followed, not enough to even start the progress towards an orgasm simply a few seconds of solitary guilt free pleasure. Drawing her hand away from the hot valley she cupped her breasts, one in each hand. She squoze them a little then gave her nipples a little pinch and tugged them away from her body lifting the weight of her boobs and suspending then from their now hard summits.
She noticed the door open. Justin was back, his entry masked by the sound of the shower and her preoccupation with her own body.
“I’d like to say you’re pleased to see me. But I think you’ve been happy with your own company.” He observed staring at her swollen erect nipples. “Turn around I’ll do your back.”
“You’ll get wet.”
“Hmm. Hang On.” Justin removed his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. “I needed a shower anyway.”
He stood behind her and rubbed her back with gel. His firm hand sliding smoothly up and down her back made her tingle, when her stroked and took each of her buttocks in his hand in turn she shuddered. “Not yet.” She told herself.
“Thanks, I’ll go and make some lunch.” She walked across to the towel rail and patted herself dry. They watched each other across the bathroom. Her naked and pristine with damp hair sticking to her shoulders and him rubbing his toned body, semi erect cock swinging heavily between his legs. They exchanged smiles and she stepped into the lounge.
Danielle glanced at the clock. It was almost 11:30. There was a knock at the door. She padded across the carpet and peered through the spyhole. It was Ben, Justin’s brother. “Hang on!” she told him. A few steps took her into the bedroom to grab a robe to wear before opening the door. “Come in. I’ll make us some coffee.”
Justin emerged from the bathroom as nature intended to see Ben sitting on the sofa taking to Danielle. As Ben turned to greet him Justin exclaimed. “I’ll put something on.”
Danielle stood asking, “Why?” her robe was falling open causing Justin to open his mouth in an effort to say something. Things didn’t feel quite right and he stopped before uttering a syllable. Danielle grabbed his wrist and pulled him round to the chair opposite Ben. She pushed him backwards causing him to sit. He pulled a cushion into his lap despite being in front of two people who knew what he looked like naked.
“You both thought you were so clever didn’t you.” The brothers exchanged glances, there was panic in the air. “How long have you been doing it? I noticed about a month ago – just so you know.”
“About that long.” Said Justin.
“And you thought I wouldn’t notice? You may be identical but you two are so different. You must have had the back, sack and crack at the same time too? I would have paid money to see you both doing that. And the haircut?”
The twins didn’t quite know where to look. Was she about to explode?
“I know Justin, and I know you Ben. How long did you think you’d get away with it?” Danielle laughed.
“It was only supposed to be for a couple of times …” stuttered Ben quietly.
Danielle unfastened the silk belt on her robe and pulled it from its loops. She let the robe fall to the floor, then she wound the belt around her head tying it firmly against her wet hair. “Now it’s my turn to get what I want. It’s only fair don’t you think? I want both of you, together, now.”
The room was silent. “I’m waiting!” said Danielle petulantly. “Ben, get undressed now. You can both do anything you like so long as I have you both, right here, right now.”
The shock of her disclosure paralysed the brothers for a few moments then a nod from Justin signalled to Ben that they should do as she instructed, after all they had both slept with her during their last month of deceit. Ben began to undress and in a few moments Danielle’s two almost identical playthings were ready for action.
She felt the heat of their bodies as they approached her, imagining their thick penises hardening between their legs as they stared at her athletic body. As their hands began to caress her skin she ordered them. “No words, I want you both but I don’t want to know who you are. Now make me cum.”