A/N: A pervy little thing I wrote on a whim. Even though it gives it away, but I have to warn about there being incest between brothers in this story. If that's not for you, just turn back. No fuss, no mess.

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"I don't like this game," I mutter as a blindfold goes over my eyes.

My friends laugh at me, but you know what? Screw them. I told them I didn't want to be a part of their stupid games, but they had insisted (more like ganged up and threatened me), and wasted no time blinding me and tying my hands behind my back. I trust them enough that they won't take my wallet, but I don't trust 'em enough to not stick something gross in my face and make me eat it. They told me it was a guessing game, that I would be using all of my senses except sight and touch. They didn't exactly elaborate on the subject matter.

"I bet you won't be saying that after it's over," one of them taunts.

It's too bad I can't roll my eyes or give them the finger. So I have to settle on mere, pointless words.

"Fuck you, bitch. I hope you choke on vomit and die."

"Hahahahaha!"

Funny, I didn't mean that as a joke.

"Chill, maestro, chill." Hands settle on my shoulders, signaling I should walk forward. "We have a very special treat for you."

"What is it? Mystery meat?" I grumble, prompting sly chuckles.

Mm, great.

"Yes, and no."

We stop, where I have no idea. I fidget when the hands leave me.

"I'm not going to like this, am I?" I ask no one in particular, glancing around my black surroundings. It's a good thing I was never afraid of the dark, that's for damn sure.

"You might. Ready?"

"No, but go ahead."

They laugh again, and someone carefully walks up to me.

I brace my back and hold my head up defiantly, to show that I'm really not afraid. The person stops right in front of me, and I can feel their body heat radiating off them in acute waves, their breathing light but laced with excitement. I swallow and try my best to stay focused, not sure what's about to happen.

Suddenly, a hand wraps about the back of my neck, startling me into taking a step back. Undeterred, they draw closer to me, and right before it happens, I just know what sort of game this really is.

Lips, soft, comforting beautiful lips press against mine, and I have to say, it's a lot better than I expected. It honestly doesn't take much for me to respond, and even though I know my friends are watching closely, I kiss back and try nudging my body against the other person's, but they keep a distance and merely sneak their other hand in my hair, drawing out a low moan from me. I have no idea who this is or what they are, but that doesn't really matter since they're such an excellent kisser, and when they part their sweet lips to trace my trembling bottom lip with their sleek tongue, I eagerly thrust mine inside and prompt a heavy, delicious make out session. There's just no other way to describe it other than delicious. They taste just like mint and raspberry tea, sprinkled with sugar and topped with a moist red cherry.

So fucking hot.

My friends catcall, and it urges me to try making body contact again, but this mystery person must really want to keep their sex a secret for as long as they're able, since they merely take a step back.

Oh well.

When we part to take a much needed breather, the lips take a quick travel down my jaw and to my throat, where they find an excellent spot and start sucking on my blushing skin. In no quiet terms, I let out a needy moan and wriggle my fingers, needing to grab them and crush our bodies together, hoping that they leave a sexy hickey behind.

This is both the coolest and sickest joke I've ever had played on me.

The lips return, and we kiss again, though this time it's with more vigor, as hands rub up and down my chest, nails scrape my shirt and a lone knee wedges between my legs. It helps only a little teeny tiny bit, and I hump their leg furiously, my loss of sight making me sternly aware of my arousal and tingling nerves. One of the hands sneaks up the hem of my shirt, causing me to shiver as cool fingers skirt over my heaving stomach and head straight to rub gently against a perky nipple. I break the kiss this time to lean my head back and hiss.

"D-dammit," I curse, before the mouth sucks me back in, making me want to cry.

This is just too, too cruel!

My poor nipple then becomes abused between the person's blunt nails, and this time I do let out a cry, a really desperate needy one, and grind myself against the only surface available, my breath coming to me short and fast. I really want to tell the other person to forget the game and untie me so we can screw the night away, but that'd just make me look like a slut.

…right.

I finally get my chance when they part from me and go back to licking and sucking my throat, their sinful fingers still tweaking my sensitive nub. "H-hey, um- enough with the foreplay. Untie me."

All I get in return is a muted chuckle.

Dammit.

"I'm serious, please," I beg, tightening my thigh about their leg, "please."

But I'm ignored.

Then the most awesomenest thing starts to happen.

They take their hand out of my shirt, stop playing with my neck, remove their leg from my groin, and drop down to their knees.

Oh yeah baby.

I lick my lips in sheer anticipation as those crafty fingers undo my belt and unzip my jeans. I'm still aware of my friend's naughty presences in the background, but I could really care less if they watch me get blown. I could really care less if they taped this! I'd want to watch it; I wouldn't mind reliving every second of this, except for the whole being caught unawares thing. That still wasn't all that nice.

My pants get yanked down forcibly, and I can feel my mystery lover's hot gaze on my clothed erection. I hope it makes them as horny as I'm feeling, cause this is quite possibly the best sexual situation I've ever been in, and nothing would ruin it more than a sloppy blowjob. Though I doubt it's going to be bad…

Then with a rough tug, my underwear joins my pants at my ankles. Warm hands grab my hips securely, and without warning a tentative tongue brushes up against my dribbling head. Immediately I buck, my jaw falling open stupidly.

Seeing my positive reaction, they do it again, a couple of kitty licks up my shaft to catch my cum, then more securely as my breath catches and I start to pant in earnest, my palms sweating swiftly in their bindings. I rock my hips a little to be closer, but they continue to refuse to give me what I want. Such is my life.

"You're a great tease," I mutter, taking a step forward; they swiftly inch back. "I really hate you…"

One of their hands lets my hip go to grab my balls, nearly making me comatose as they roll and massage them between their perfect dexterous fingers. Their tongue remains lapping up juices at my head, and soon the other hand comes along as well to grip me about the base and pump my poor, straining dick.

There's so, so much going on down there.

I wish I could watch.

"Oh man, don't stop," I whine, bucking my hips in lust, "don't ever stop…"

They don't, and to my greatest delight, migrate their mouth all the way up until I very distinctly feel their lips stretch to fit over my swollen, aching head. I can't hold it back once burning hot moisture envelops my prick, and with a faint groan I orgasm straight down their gullet.

I almost expect teasing from my friends, but nothing of that sort happens and my lover merely swallows me, fitting more and more of me down their throat, their hand still wrapped tight about the rest once they reached their limit. Ignoring my slumping and dense panting, they begin sucking on my flaccid length, gently at first, then with more suction once blood returns to my needy groins and I come alive again, plump and hard. Despite being worn out, I numbly hump their mouth, mostly as a reflex, though once my orgasm faithfully wears off, I get right back to a hearty thrusting of my hips as though nothing had ever happened. With such a talented mouth, who could blame me?

"Y'know," I grunt as my abandoned sack raps them firmly under the chin, as they've gone back to holding onto my jerking hips, "I could care less if you were a dude. Yeah. I don't care. And if you're not, sorry for the assumption."

That must mean something, because as I soon as I give a firm nod of my head in affirmation, my mystery lover slips me out, and as quick as a flash is back to kissing me, their arms thrown about my neck and out fronts plastered together.

Finally.

As we swap the remains of my cum back and forth between us with needy groans, my lover grinds up against me just as roughly, and as I suspected, it's with a firm, sexy, drool worthy bulge in their pants. I nip at his lips hungrily, totally and completely turned on by this.

I can't explain it.

There's just something really hot about another guy sucking your cock and attempting to ride it with all of his clothes on. And boy do I want to get him out of those clothes.

Only question remains now is: who is he?

Yeah, who cares. As long as he stays right where he is, he can be a nerd for all I know.

"You weren't supposed to do that," one of my friends interrupts sternly.

One of the hands clawing through my hair disappears for a half a second, and judging by the 'yeah screw you too', he gave them the finger.

My hero!

And speaking of screwing…

"I want you," I manage to grit between our loud lip smacking, "right now."

He doesn't speak, thus continuing to hide his identity, but that's fine by me. He must want the same thing, as he kisses the corner of my mouth and lets me go to very obviously work himself out of his jeans. I have no idea if my friends intended for this to happen, or if they'll even allow it to happen, but it's totally going to happen.

Right. This. Fucking. Second.

"Untie me," I ask again, "so I can touch you-"

"No, not yet."

I grit my teeth and turn my head towards my friends. "Shut the fuck up! The game's over!"

One or two of them come towards us. I bare my teeth, ready to fight.

Somehow.

They grab my shoulders and shove me forward, forgetting that my pants are pooled around my ankles and causing me to trip over myself. I resist the best I can, thinking that they're about to ram me into my new lover, but he's gone out of the way, and we don't stop until they pull back on me roughly, almost giving me whiplash.

"Careful!" I snap, wrenching away from them.

They ignore that and push down on my shoulders, until I get the hint that they want me on my knees. A fleeting touch on my cheek lets me know that my lover is with me, instantly calming me down. I feel more than hear them situate themself in front of me, making my heart rate quicken in desire. I don't even get angry when my friends grab my thighs and force them apart before all but squishing me against the other's broad back. As soon as my penis rubs up against their puckered entrance, I smile and grind gently, drawing out a guttural groan.

"I still don't get my hands back?"

"Nope."

Lovely.

How the hell am I supposed to…?

"Oh you gotta be kidding me!"

"Haha! Don't worry! I got cha."

How utterly fucking humiliating!

I try my very, very best to disregard the hands holding tight to my shoulder blades to keep from falling over, and put my full concentration on the task at hand.

"After this, we're totally doing it my way…"

This draws another muted laugh from my lover. It's disappointing. I want very much to hear him laugh like he's supposed to, freely and loudly. This fucking sucks.

…okay, not really.

This is fucking awesome.

"Geez," I grit, pushing my penis firmly into his rim and feeling him brace briefly for the impact before forcing himself to relax, "you're really tight, aren't you?"

"You better fucking believe it," my friend whispers behind me, drawing out a growl of annoyance, "I can see everything, and it's making me horny."

"I'm going to ignore you, because I didn't ask your sorry ass."

Inch by inch, I carefully ease inside him, and I have to remind myself to hold back on the thoughtless rutting as his lusciously hot, wet, fuck worthy tight walls lock around my swollen cock. It'd be just my luck that I get a virgin.

It takes a long while, but I'm finally able to get all of it inside, and as my groin brushes against his round ass, I groan and waste no time in humping my hips, mostly to let off some steam and the rest to pry him open the gentle way. If my hands were free, I'd gladly rub his back and shoulders to comfort him, as I have a sick feeling that it hurts like hell right now. He doesn't make a sound, but his quivering thighs is enough of an indication.

"I'm sorry, baby," I murmur, lowering my head to restrain myself from pulling out and slamming into his perfect body, "it'll feel better soon. I promise." I wait a few seconds more, then tilt back on my knees to ease out. His walls gladly let me do this, though once I have just my head inside, I hold my breath and slip back in.

His entire body buckles, and much to my surprise and delight, he thrusts his hips backwards to catch me. When we come together, I moan and lean my head back.

"Fuck yeah," I let out.

I do it again, and again, my balance straightened out by my friend perfectly, and much sooner than I had expected, the room we're in fills quickly with the solid, constant smack of our skin meeting, accented indecently by our pants and grunts. My lover remains nice and tight for me, a lovely fit, and if my hands were free, again, I'd be touching him all over, but mainly I just want to wrap my arms around him and tweak his nipples, knowing for a fact that they must be rock hard and sensitive to any little thing. Just thinking about that makes me hot in all the right places.

"Having fun?" my friend behind me asks. I ignore him. "I'm having fun watching. You two are perfect together."

Meh… that's about the nicest thing he's said all day.

But then it starts to get creepy.

His hands leave my shoulders to ghost down my back and grip my rutting hips. I keep my mouth shut on the matter, perfectly content to please my mystery lover.

Until a nosy bulge brushes up against my rear.

"Hey!" I snap, turning my head left and right.

Like I've been doing, he just ignores me and grinds against me with a barely controlled moan.

You've got to be joking.

"G-get off me!"

But he doesn't. He continues to grind and grind until with a needy sigh he quickly unzips and shoves his wet prick between my cheeks and up against my entrance.

"Oh, oh, ah," he pants, humping me.

I grit my teeth, helpless and pissed off. There's nothing I can do, except take it. As long as he doesn't attempt penetrating me, that is. Because if he does, I will pull a Hulk and muscle out of my bonds to beat him to shit.

With his extra momentum, however, I can't help but notice that I start taking my lover extra hard and fast, and though I don't really want to admit it, the image of the three of us must be really, freakishly hot. Think about it. My lover's mute, I'm tied up and blindfolded, and my friend's… a sadistic horny bastard. It's like a really bad porno!

We go on like this for a long time, allowing me to relax a little when it becomes clear that my friend only wanted something to masturbate against. Okay, I can accept that. It's whatever.

Until he has to go and be the first to ejaculate without any proper warning.

His cum's hot. Like really, ridiculously hot, and thoroughly soaks my ass and hole with a thick, heavy layer. He makes this really sick, dirty, aroused moan and attempts stuffing his head inside my rim, as though I want his seed. I clench up in both disgust over that and in pleasure upon being squirted with semen, right at the same time that my lover whines, probably in response to my friend's needy whimpering. His entire body seizes up in what must be his release, trapping my dick inside and squeezing the life out of it. In perfect domino effect, I cum, filling my lover to the brim with a lengthy healthy rope and fulfilling that basic animalistic need.

With no one properly balancing me anymore, I careen forward onto the sweaty back, vaguely glad that my friend fell backwards on his rump. I don't need him on me anymore. That was just too weird in the first place. As soon as he's caught his breath however, he sluggishly takes a hold of me and slowly removes me from my mystery lover. Then finally, he unties my hands.

My wrists hurt, effectively stealing my attention from removing the blindfold and finding out who I just made love to. I rub them for a moment, mentally cursing the person who knotted it so freaking tight, until my friend laughs and does the honors of ripping off my blindfold. At once, I shy my eyes away from a nearby lamp and grumble, not at all happy that I didn't get a fair warning. Again, my friend laughs, probably highly amused that I can't figure out which way is up. Once I'm sure my retinas are okay, I take a deep, calming breath, and slowly lift my head.

When our eyes connect, I feel like shaking a fist up at the ceiling and asking if I'm on Candid Camera.

There, leaning up against the armchair he'd been clinging to, panting in full exhaustion mode is motherfucking Austin.

"H-hey Dustin."

My motherfucking twin brother.

I clench my eyes shut and reopen them, thinking it's a dream.

But no.

He's still sitting there, sweat lining his cheeks, hair tousled over his identical bright blue eyes, half nude and looking royally fucked.

"Why?" I whisper.

He blushes and ducks his head, showing right away that he's the shy one. He's always been the shy one.

This is just so totally out of character!

"I've… I've always loved you-"

"I love you too, but I never wanted to sleep with you!"

He lifts his head, demure and yet somehow so defiant. I hate that it does something forbidden to me. "I had no choice. Lately, I've been having very naughty dreams about you. You have any idea what it's like sharing a room with you, when you strut in after a shower all nude and soaking wet, and just so… fucking sexy?"

I swallow thickly, trying not to notice his penis poking his shirt up in his lap and failing epically.

"I know it's wrong to want you like this, but I do, and I can't help it. It'd scare me when I began having wet dreams about you and me in bed… touching… I'd always suck you off and you'd fuck me, over and over…"

I close my legs, my eyes falling back to his lap as a wet spot starts to form in the highest point of his tented shirt. I can feel drops of my own cum skitter down my shaft, his low voice turning me the fuck on all over again. It's then that I notice that my friends are nowhere in sight, leaving us alone in the wide open living room.

"You liked it, didn't you?"

"Er, what?" I catch his knowing eyes.

"Everything we did, you liked it. I can tell."

I shrug, embarrassed. "Well, yeah. You're a great kisser, and… damn you give good blowjobs… and y'know…" I fiddle with my thumbs, can't believing I just said all that.

He watches me carefully.

"Wanna do it again?"

I widen my eyes. Did I just hear him right?

"Um, what?"

He gets closer to me, but I can't move. I'm too lost staring into his docile eyes to do much of anything except get horny. Once close enough, he cups the side of my face, and I lean into it, my breathing picking up.

"I asked," he whispers, bringing our faces together, "if you wanted to have sex with me again."

I open my mouth but don't say anything. He smirks, kisses my jaw, then drops down to his hands. I quickly look down to see what he's doing, and before I can say anything he's nudging my shirt out of the way and wrapping his lips about my weeping head. Instantly, I widen my legs and snake my fingers within his hair, forcing him all the way down.

"Yeah, hell yes," I purr, giving my complete consent.

What can I say?

He gives great head.

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