Its A Twin Thing Ch 03

Author's Note: This story is centered around the twins having a threesome with Michael. If that's not your jam based on the previous two chapters, feel free to go pick a different story. If I have to turn comments off, I will, because anonymity tends to make people feel like its okay to talk out of their ass and I don't have to deal with that.

With that, feel free to picture the characters however you wish.

I hope you enjoy yourself!

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For a moment she felt like her voice had been stolen by a voluptuous sea witch but her brain quickly remedied the situation by flooding her with the need to breathe. The next breath that was pulled in to expand her lungs dislodged the spell encasing her voice box.

"I...What are you doing here?"

"I was invited. Are you going to let me in?" He nudged the door with the tip of his boot and brought a heavy bouquet of pink, purple and black dahlias with a blend of red chrysanthemums from behind his back. Ignoring the drum pounding wildly within the cage of her ribs, she stepped back and let her gaze caress the beautiful pairings of her favorite flowers.

"For you, of course. I definitely confused the florist when I asked for the black dahlias. She gave me a mini lecture on why I shouldn't include them because of their meaning. It was kinda funny how she gasped like a beached fish when I told her that I know they represent betrayal but that they are your absolute favorite flower."

"Th-thanks. Hey Si? Can you come get the vase down for me, please?" Accepting the thick bouquet, she couldn't help but lift it to her nose and inhale the scents on her way to the kitchen. Hearing the door close behind her as Michael undoubtedly crossed the threshold, she looked up at her brother as he joined her. Looking down to study the petals of each blossom, she stroked her fingertips along the soft flesh as Si dug around in the cabinet over the fridge to get the vase for her.

"Why did you invite him? Is this why you brought him up earlier? So you could ambush me? Are you regretting what we did? If so you could have just said so, what the fu-" Her hushed whispers were cut off with a hasty kiss as he set the vase down beside her on the counter.

"Kinda, not to ambush you and no, I'm not regretting it. You're both still hung up on each other and I want you to be happy, again. Not to mention I want my best friend back."

"I told you I was fine with you still hanging out with him." Busying herself with settling the flowers in the vase, she made sure they had enough water and shook out the packet of powder that came tucked into the stems into the water.

"I know but I felt like an ass choosing him over my baby sister." His callused hand stroked down along the length of her back, his fingers curving to conform to the swell of her backside. Leaning down as she danced her fingertips along the dark curves of her flowers, he kissed her temple with a hidden smile.

"Let's get this torture session over with." Carefully hoisting the heavy porcelain up to carry it to the dining room table, her brow arched at the sight of Michael removing a bottle of rum from a gold embossed, dark purple, velvet drawstring bag. "You're both as devious as ever, I see." Setting the vase in front of the empty fourth seat, she sank down into her usual chair without realizing that it would put her directly between the two of them.

Sharing a smirk between them, Michael handed Silas a red box emblazoned with the logo of their favorite bakery.

"Flowers, rum and dessert? You're laying it on pretty thick, don't you think?" She quipped.

"If I remember correctly, that's the way you like it, kitten." Michael silently settled into the chair to her left like he always did no matter what restaurant they'd ever gone to. The length of her spine stiffened with the caress of her nickname hidden in the gruff baritone of his voice. That singular word had always been enough to quicken her hunger. Letting a shaky breath escape through her nose as she tried to remain calm, she thought about admonishing him for using it but decided to let it slide. Her silent acceptance sent a smile flitting quickly across Michael's lips and he set about filling their glasses with the light amber of the botanical rum. While they shared their moment, Silas was off putting the dessert in the fridge and when he finally rejoined them and dropped into his chair, he and Michael quickly fell into their old friendship. Their conversation cascaded over topic after topic, crashing over the boulders conflict had tried to damn the river with as if they didn't exist at all. It was difficult to stay at the edges and so she stopped trying, opting instead to throw herself into the rapids to join their reunion.

Surprise grazed her synapses every now and again at just how easy it was to forget all that happened between them. It felt like it was just another Sunday night dinner, the ones they had always made a point to have since they started at Amberson 3 years ago. Taking the last sip of her fourth glass to wash down the final bite of her gnocchi, she sat back and savored the warm embrace the rum had wrapped her in. Noticing they were both done, she slid the empty lowball towards Michael and stood.

"Time for dessert, it seems. Let's see what decadence you brought." Gliding silently across the hardwood to the kitchen as the warmth spread outwards from her belly, she failed to notice the way her hips swayed a little heavier than usual. Retrieving all the dessert plates and a knife, she leaned down to pluck the crimson box from the bottom shelf of the fridge just in time to hear a familiar growl of appreciation coming from her right. Looking up into the hungry eyes of the bear standing in the doorway, she shook off the sudden shiver that threatened to shoot down her spine and stood to set the box on the counter.

"Silas went to the bathroom so I figured I'd come help, but first..." He closed the distance between them as she lifted the lid to reveal the chocolate marshmallow mousse pie that they had shared on their first date. "Please put the knife down. Second, Myka, I'm sorry. I should have explained things better, I should have fought for us harder but I was just so angry that you even thought I could do that to you after everything we've been through." He lifted his hand to gingerly caress the soft swell of her cheek and after a hesitant moment she nuzzled into the heat of his palm.

"I know and I'm sorry, too. It was all my fault, I shouldn't have accused you without actual proof. I should have believed you. Seeing her there on top of everything else made the jump to the other side of conclusion canyon seem much smaller than it was. I didn't realize that was Carly; she looked so different since the last time I saw her."

"Well, we were all ten and twelve, of course she looks different, kitten. Wait, on top of what else exactly?"

Pausing before turning to slice the pie, she moistened her suddenly dry lips with a sweep of her tongue. "I had found panties that weren't mine a few times, not to mention the texts from other girls." "You went-" "No! I never went through your phone but sometimes I'd see them on the screen when it would light up and I.."

"Assumed I was still seeing them on the side." He slid a plate closer as she removed the first slice and slid it onto the small swath of red porcelain.

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"I wasn't, hence why I either ignored them or told them I had a girlfriend but you never saw my side because you never cared to ask. As for the panties, you know I don't have a washer or dryer in my apartment...I have to use the complex's. Sometimes there's stuff left in the dryers and I don't realize until I'm folding it all later."

Silas' voice echoed from the other room as he called to them, "What's taking so long? You made up yet?"

Myka cleared her throat and slid the last piece of pie onto the third plate before picking up two of them. Locking eyes with Michael, she drew in a deep breath and stepped in closer to whisper her next words. "We can talk about this more later." Leaving the final plate and the spoons for him to carry, she led the way back to where Silas sat sprawled at the dining room table. Catching the plump width of her bottom lip between her teeth as she leaned down to slide a plate to her big brother, she gracefully slid into her seat just before Michael sank down into his. "There, you impatient Neanderthal."

Picking up her spoon as their conversation resurfaced as quick as the next breath, she carved off her first bite and couldn't help the tiny moan that worked its way up when the decadent meld of flavors melted over the expanse of her tongue. It tasted just as divine as the first time she'd experienced it and it flooded her mind with the memory of their first real date. Making sure to take her time in order to savor every single bite, the conversation began to turn heated as they all started in on their fifth round of rum.

"Dude! You know what I still find hilarious?" Silas' deep laugh rumbled through the barrel of his chest as he began to regale them with a carefully chosen memory. "There was this one night that I came home from a night out with Rico and Booker to find you guys on a fast track to pound town right here on the table. I was drunk as fuck, stumbling so bad I knocked the key organizer off the wall but y'all didn't even fuckin' notice!" Every word was tinged with the edge of more laughter, his eyes alight with mirth as he knocked back half of his glass in one go.

"No! No, that's not, no, that didn't happen!" Myka couldn't help that his laughter was infectious but she shook her head as she tried to remember the night he was referencing. There had been...more than a few times where she'd found herself at the table for more than just a meal so it was harder to pin down than she thought it would be.

"Yeah, yeah it did, sis. Even when I weeble-wobbled my way to the super bowl to puke my guts up y'all just kept going at it like a pair of angry rabbits. That was a fucked up night, dude, for real."

Michael found himself topping off their glasses again as a deep chuckle escaped past his smirk stretched lips. "That's not entirely right, bud, but it's understandable considering just how drunk you were. No, the funniest part was just before you found your way to the bathroom. You paused, stared at us for a full minute and then asked if you could join in. Then you went and puked your liver up."

"Nah, man, that's not-" "Wait, what?!"

The twins both pinned their gazes on Michael as their voices merged.

"Yeah, you did. I remember it clear as day. I chalked it up to you being more shitfaced than usual but..." His eyes landed on Myka before bouncing to Silas and then back to her as he reached out to subtly slide his hand over hers and gently squeeze. "I gotta admit, it put an image in my head and I've never cum as hard as I did that night."

The gentle squeeze he gifted her had her belly clenching a little tighter and her thighs pressing together beneath the cover of the table. "Yeah, that was a...wait..why would you even think for a second we'd be down for that?"

"I didn't before. Not all fantasies need to be actualized to be enjoyed but...I have a confession." The glass he held cradled in his palm was drained as if to bolster his confidence. "I saw you two last night."

"Excuse me?" Myka found herself stunned as his words synced up with the memory of her curtains being wide open that morning. Reaching for the glass Silas had quickly refilled, she gripped it from the top and nervously swirled the liquid within the heavy-bottomed glass.

"You left your curtains open again so I saw what looked like a very fun end to the night, if I'm honest."

"So what? You saw me with someone I dragged home from the bar, I don't understand why you think it was us. He's my fucking brother, Michael." It was a struggle to keep the battle her nerves were raging confined to the knot in her stomach, especially when her foot began to bounce with the excess nervous energy rushing through her body.

"You've never once taken anyone home from the bar in all the years we've been friends. Not to mention he towers over you more than anyone else, myself included." The gaze he pinned on her told her all she needed to know; they were caught and there was no use in wasting time denying it, it would literally be a waste of breath.

"So you think because you saw us, what? You expect us to repeat a black-out drunken mistake with you? Is that it?" Every alarm was blaring in the cage of her skull. The rush of panic laced adrenaline kept her glued to her chair even though every jolt of anger screamed at her to get up and put distance between them.

"You seem to forget how long we've all known each other. I've seen you both six sheets to the wind and neither of you are the black-out type. The only one who knows you better than I do is your twin, kitten. I won't tell anyone."

"As long as I let you both fuck me? Is that it? And if I don't, you blab? Are you really fucking blackmailing us? You realize that completely obliterates the second chance I was about to lean into, right?" Finally she found the will to force herself up out of her chair only for Michael to rise from his and wrap the slim column of her throat in a firm grip. Pinning her in place, his other hand came to cradle her cheek as his gaze trapped hers like high beams locked on a doe.

"I'm not blackmailing you and I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop painting me as the villain. Now..." The coarse pad of his thumb stroked across the plump width of her lower lip, "I said I wont tell anyone and I mean that. I've never once lied to you, Myka. I saw how into it you both got and I think we both remember the countless nights I filled in for him as a role. So tonight, if you want, you get to have two big brothers." Caressing the rise of her cheekbone with the tips of his fingers, he stepped back and slowly removed the necklace his other hand had become. Reaching for the half-empty bottle of rum to sip from it directly, he watched her nervously look between himself and her brother.

In the short span of time it took for Michael to lay everything out on the table, Silas had been content to sit back and enjoy the way his sister squirmed beneath such a heavy offer. Locking his attention on her when she finally met his gaze, he inclined his head and rose to his feet only to reach out and lift her hand from the top of her glass. Tugging her to her feet and up against the width of his abdomen, he touched the curled length of his index finger to the underside of her chin and smiled down at her. "You know the one thing you could never do to me?"

Barely registering the way he subtly guided her back a few steps, the sudden heat of another chest against her back had her lungs freezing around a sharp intake of breath. Shaking her head subtly, the lengths of her fingers curled in the sides of his shirt as Michael's hands snaked down the curves of her hips.

"Lie to me. I know you want to. It's buried in the way your breathing hitched the moment you realized what was truly on the table."

Time stilled as she was torn between every fantasy Michael had ever indulged her in and saying no, which was probably the more responsible thing to do. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she lost herself in the deep hazel blend of her brother's iris' for what seemed an eternity before she finally nodded. That nod was the only thing they needed to finally let their hands take possession of her curves. Caging her between their chests until there was just enough room to breathe, Michael laid claim to the right side of her neck and left the other to Silas. Painting her soft skin with kiss after kiss while his hands flowed up along her sides, Michael hooked his fingers under the thin straps of her dress only to quickly snatch them down until she lifted her arms out of them. Abandoning the straps to follow the lengths of her arms up to her shoulders, he danced his calloused fingers down over her collarbone and dipped them beneath the top edge of her dress. Pushing the clinging fabric down the swell of her breasts an inch at a time, he pressed a kiss against the shell of her ear and followed it with a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. The skim of his fingers over the metal rings adorning her nipples caused them to harden, the pass of silk dropping from the heavy mounds inspiring a rush of goosebumps to overtake her biceps.

"Michael." Murmuring his name, she dropped her dark head back against his shoulder even as the heavy hands of her brother began to squeeze and massage the thick pillars of her thighs. Looking up into Silas' eyes as his touch wandered ever higher as if his life depended on it, she arched her hips unconsciously towards his as he thrust his fingertips beneath the delicate lace hem decorating her thighs. Leaning down to brush a fresh trail of kisses along her shoulder, he forced the soft material up the contours of her hips until it rested around the curve of her waist. Realizing he hadn't felt the strap of a thong, he dipped one hand back down to tease the smooth skin of her mound.

"I see where you were hoping the night to go."

"Can you blame me after last night?"

"No." Meeting Michael's gaze, he tilted his chin up quickly in a silent warning of his next move just as he reached down to curl his large hands around the backs of her thighs. Hoisting her up as if she weighed nothing, he turned to carry her the short distance to the living room and teased her lips with a light kiss. Letting his grip slide up over her ample backside as he let gravity pull her down his body until she landed on her own two feet, he dragged his hands up along her sides until they could rest upon her shoulders. Giving her a smirk, he glanced to his side as Michael stopped next to him and pressed down firmly until she got the hint and began to sink to her knees before them.

"Open wide, little sister." That title dripping from Michael's lips made her squeeze her thighs tight together as she watched them quickly undress before her very eyes. Letting her gaze dart from one to the other and back again as more skin was revealed with every piece of clothing removed, she couldn't help but reach out and tease their thighs with the tips of her nails. The sight of their cocks pulsing in time with their heartbeats made her salivate, the primal need to taste them sending a spark of hunger along the highway of her nerves. Looking up at their imposing figures as she finally wrapped a hand around their jutting cocks, she knew this would not be the last time this happened. She would have her cake and eat it, too, as many times as she wanted. Realizing they weren't nearly close enough for her liking, she used her slow stroking to tug them as close as they could get until they were practically on top of her. Staring at the massive cocks pointed right at her mouth, she admired every inch as she lovingly trailed her soft hands from base to tip at a teasingly slow pace. She loved seeing how similar yet different they were; Si's was just slightly longer and had the faintest upward curve with a thick vein tracking from base to tip while Michael's was thicker with a wider, more pronounced ridge at the crown.

Moistening her lips with a sweep of her tongue, she fastened her fingers around the base of her brother's shaft and greeted the tip with a pillowy press of her lips. That first touch made his hips jolt towards her and she let it force her mouth open until the width of his cock-head rested on the flat of her tongue. The taste of him coating her tongue made her mouth water until it pooled against his flesh. Using it to her advantage, she sealed her lips tight around his girth and began to tease him with a slow bob of her head. Letting her gaze follow the quick rise and fall of his abdomen as he sucked in a breath, she gave him the eye contact he was searching for. Creating a well with the width of her tongue on each descent, she cradled the underside of his cock against it until half of his length was hidden behind her lips before she began to pull back. As she did she began to undulate her tongue over all the tiny veins decorating the underside until her lips caught around the ridge of the head.