⛧horny but as a devotional act⛧

CW: Bro twincest have you been reading this at all, the Buffoons get into another physical fight (some blood, nbd) with a lot of shouting, butt stuff, some kinda degrading dirty talk (maybe very degrading? I don't know what the scale is), spanks, gagging/facefucking, rough stuff, hair-pulling, lots of swatting and smacking all around, Copia is a bit of a Bad Man but we still love him and Pet is, as usual, Papa imPertinent (we still love him too).

First-person POV has a vulva and vagina, is addressed as a woman with feminine terms/nicknames/etc.

~10k words, not tagging anyone on this one lmao 👍

Reminder that 1) I love content where they get along but I want them to slapfight, and 2) Copia has a lot more confidence and bitterness as Frater than earlier incarnations, so while he is still a sweetboi, he is also a bit of a dick.

Without further ado, I present a pair of 55-year-old twins banging.

Ya filthy animals.

"Tesoro, come in." Copia held the door open and embraced me, "You are well?"

"Better now," I kissed his cheek and he saw the plastic bag I was carrying.

"You brought something?" he guided me into his apartment with a hand on the small of my back. I started to say "dessert" when there was a muffled oof as the door hit someone.

"Papa," Frater said coolly.

"Frater," Perpetua replied with equal frigidity, before he turned to me with a warm smile, "Tesoro," and wrapped me up in a kiss before I could say anything. 

"Well, come in, then," Copia sighed. 

For a few months now the three of us had been having these little dinners. Every two weeks we would meet, alternating between their homes. Relations were still icy.

It had been a few weeks since one of them physically attacked the other, though, which was a kind of progress.

Dinner was quiet, as usual. Clipped conversation, each of them trying to slip insults to the other without me noticing. Ministry business was a minefield best avoided, but they would find a way to argue about even more innocuous things like movies or music. The incident a few weeks previous had started when the topic of Godfather versus Godfather II got heated enough that Copia had thrown a glass of wine in his brother's face.

So we didn't talk about movies anymore.

In truth, it had all begun to feel like preamble. I hadn't intended for things to fall as they continually did; it was my sincere hope that I could mediate until they came to something resembling peace. For their own sake, as well as the Ministry's. I thought I could get them to a place where they could at least be civil with one another. And in a way I suppose I did do that.

The problem was that place was inevitably one of their beds.

When the three of us were first together that night in Frater's office, I assumed it was a one-time event. Something that could serve as a bridge of sorts. It's why I suggested these dinners in the first place: clearly they could tolerate being around one another sometimes. And quite closely, at that.

On the weeks between dinners I would alternate between them like a warped custody arrangement. Separately they both agreed it was strange; that it felt wrong.

Then it happened again. And again. They kept saying it was the last time. I kept saying it was the last time. But every two weeks the two brothers would unite in the only thing they seemed capable of sharing: me.

"I know, tesoro. I know. I do not understand it."

"I don't know why it keeps happening. I don't want it to until it does."

I was in the kitchen arranging the little pastries I'd brought on a plate when arms wrapped around my waist.

"You didn't have to bring those," Copia murmured, planting a soft kiss on the nape of my neck.

"It's not like you would make dessert," I teased, waving at the take-out boxes piled on the counter.

"I have ice cream," he said defensively, squeezing me a little tighter, kissing my neck again when I let out a soft sigh. The warmth of his body pressed against mine was so comforting and I leaned into him, closing my eyes as we gently swayed together for a few moments.

"Ahem," from the doorway, "Getting cozy in here, are we?" Copia tensed and dropped his arms away from me.

"Just getting dessert, Pet," I said.

"Sì, Pet," Copia smirked, "We'll be in soon."

"You go sit, too," I swatted at his shoulder. He huffed dramatically but followed his brother back to the table.

"Pet," I heard him snicker.

"Zitto, coglione," Perpetua hissed, and Copia laughed. I came in with the place and bent to whisper in his ear, "Don't make me tell him the nickname I have for you." He gave me a look of sulky surrender and put up his hands in defeat.

"What's that about?" Perpetua waved between us.

"Just telling him to behave," I said, ruffling Copia's hair. He grumbled and smoothed it back into place, then they followed me to the sofa. I set the pastries on the coffee table and Perpetua handed me my wine before they sat on either side of me. I nibbled on a cookie as a quiet fell over the room. Copia put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. There had been multiple arguments over who could put their arm around me when we were relaxing - well, trying to, and it was finally decided that the privilege fell to the host. Fair as it was, it always made the other jealously sit closer. 

Perpetua's leg was pressed against mine, his hand fidgeting on his thigh before moving to mine. His glove running along my thigh was the only noise in the room until Copia mirrored him. As Perpetua leaned in to kiss me I caught a glance of his lap, his cock clearly hardening already.

It's never the last time.

The taste of wine on his tongue, his fingers caressing the side of my neck and running up into my hair, the gentle bites he would sneak onto my bottom lip - I didn't want it to be the last time. When his lips trailed along my jaw and down my neck, I wanted it to never be the last time. Copia was stroking my thigh, slowly moving in and up, subtly opening my legs for him - for them, since his brother's hand was similarly wandering.

I felt his mustache brush against my ear and leaned my head back, surrendering to both of them, basking in the dual attention, encouraging them with soft sighs of pleasure. Perpetua's hand moved across my belly, over my chest, giving my breast a squeeze before starting to unbutton my shirt. Copia was tugging my shirt from my pants; so often they were of one mind. Pet moved his hand into my bra, kneading and pulling, making my back arch against the cushions.

Copia took my hand and firmly planted it on his bulge before returning to my waist, sliding his gloved hand across my belly. He was so much more demanding when it was the three of us. When we were alone he loved to let me take charge and rarely got rough with me, but these past few months had been revealing a new side of him. 

I rubbed my hand along the length of him, squeezing his cock through his pants. He sighed against my neck and slipped his hand under my waistband, over my panties, cupping my mound before continuing down.

"You are nice and wet for us, hmm?" he murmured, biting my ear.

Us.

"Mmhmm," I moaned. Perpetua's lips were back on mine when he tugged my nipple hard enough for me to cry out. He pulled back, looking at me intently with parted lips and bedroom eyes. He stood, tossed back the last of his wine, and held out his hand. Copia and I rose together, my hands in each of theirs, and the three of us wordlessly made our way to the bedroom once again. 

I could hear Pet unbuckling his belt as we walked and he pulled his shirt off as soon as walked through the door. When he reached the bed he pulled me to him, pulled our lips together, hungrily rolling his tongue against mine as he roughly tried to removed my shirt. 

"Hey-" I protested when I heard fabric rip.

"I'll get you a new one," he mumbled against my lips, sliding his hands down to my ass and immediately making me forget. Copia's hands were running along my shoulders and down my back, deftly unhooking my bra. He pulled it off my arms and once I was free I raised my arms up around Perpetua's neck, savoring the feel of his skin against mine, the deep sighs rumbling from his chest as his fingers worked into my hair. 

Copia's hands were on my hips, straying forward as he moved his body against mine. He bit into my shoulder, exhaling a soft moan as he rocked his hips against my ass. Squeezed between the two of them, both their cocks hot and hard; I couldn't wait any longer. 

"Fuck me," I breathed, breaking away from Pet's lips. He hurried to unlace his pants but Copia was already on the bed, stroking his cock as he watched me pull off the last of my clothing, already reaching for me. As soon as I straddled him he was rubbing the fat head of his cock along my slit, barely letting me get positioned before thrusting up into me. I cried out and fell forward onto his chest, already overwhelmed as, after mere seconds, he braced his legs and started slamming his cock into me.

"Ah, oh fffuck, fuck," I whimpered into his chest, grasping a fistful of the dark hair under my hand, unable to do anything but cry and moan as he hammered against my cunt, as the world dropped away from us and became nothing but pleasure and ragged breaths. I dimly felt Pet's hand on my back, felt him trying to weave himself in with us, but nothing seemed to matter beyond Copia fucking up into me as though his life depended on it.

One minute or ten, I couldn't say, but eventually his hips fell out of rhythm and he grunted hard before spilling inside. He pulled me to him by my hair, crushing his lips against mine as he thrust the last of his pleasure into my cunt before he finally went slack beneath me. 

"You done, old man?"

"Vaffanculo," he panted.

Perpetua pulled on my hips and I raised myself on shaking arms to move back toward him. Copia and I sighed together as he slipped out of me.

Pet sucked his teeth, "You need to start cleaning up after yourself," seeing the cum leaking from me.

"Deal with it," Copia laughed breathlessly. "The old man goes first, sì?”

"It's everywhere," he grumbled.

"Come on, Pet," I leaned back against him, moving his hands to my breasts. "It wouldn't be the first time."

His lips brushed against my ear as he murmured, "Make him clean you up, tesoro, please," giving me a squeeze before nudging me forward. Copia rolled his eyes but grinned at me and scooted forward, eagerly sliding his tongue through my slit, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut when I ran my fingers into his hair and pulled him harder against me. He squeezed his hand between us and pushed his fingers inside, making me moan and clench around him before moving them to my mouth when they were well coated in both of us. His tongue worked in tight circles as I licked his fingers clean and moaned my pleasure around them.

Perpetua was behind me, grabbing at my breasts again as I rolled my hips in time to his brother's wonderful mouth. He pushed me forward and Copia's hands went to my thighs to try to keep me in place, gripping more tightly when he slid inside me. When I cried out he smacked my hip and pulled me back by my hair, picking up speed.

"I'm- fuck," I gasped, feeling the heat building in me, each thrust and lick pushing me closer.

My hips jerked forward right as Perpetua thrust into me. He slipped out.

Immediately slapping me away, spitting and sputtering in Italian, Copia pushed me away, back against his brother, and I heard a retching "ghhaacck" as he ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"What- what the fuck? Pet?" His fingers were digging into my shoulder. I turned around to see his eyes wide, staring at nothing, mouth uselessly opening and closing, erection completely wilted. I could hear Copia aggressively gargling and spitting, gargling again.

"Pet?" 

He looked at me.

"Did you...Did he...?"

He nodded slightly.

"He..."

"When I fell out," he said faintly. He sank back and sat heavily. Pulled at the blanket to cover himself.

"Did uh...Did you get in his mouth, or...?"

He put his head in his hands, his glossy curls shaking every which way as he scratched hard at his scalp. "I went over his tongue," he said quietly. 

"Oh...Oh boy," I took a deep breath, "Hoo boy, I don't know what- What the hell to do here. Um. Wait here."

I pulled on my torn shirt and found Copia's pants, then softly knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" When I didn't hear anything I opened the door and saw him leaning back against the sink, arms gripping the counter as his eyes were locked on the middle distance.

"Here," I held out his pants. He wordlessly put them on, not moving his eyes. I closed the door and put my arms around his neck, resting my head against his. After a minute he put an arm around my waist.

"Why are we doing this?" he said quietly. "It...it is sick."

"I'm so sorry, love," I kissed his forehead. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have-"

"No, tesoro," he squeezed my waist and sighed. "I should have stopped this." He looked up at me, brows furrowed, and said, "We'll end it now." He stretched up to kiss me, softly sighing out his frustration, then took my hand before opening the door. His brother was pacing around the room, pants slung low on his hips, low enough that it was clear he didn't have underwear on. He gave me a faint wave, then flicked his eyes to Copia and instantly away, as if he'd gotten an electric shock just looking at him. He turned and continued pacing. 

Someone had to break the silence. "Can we sit?" I asked. Copia sighed and squeezed my hand before walking toward the bed, then reconsidered and went to the armchair off to the side. Crossed his legs, crossed his arms, stared at the floor.

"Pet?" At my voice he slowed but didn't say anything. When next he paced by I grabbed his hand. He continued a few more steps before stopping, still clinging to me. "Come and sit down, Pet." He silently cooperated, taking a step toward the bed before opting instead to simply plop down onto the floor, sitting cross-legged a few feet from his brother. He kept running his fingers through his hair, a sure sign he was anxious. I sat on the edge of the bed and faced them.

"So..." I took a deep breath. "That happened." 

Perpetua smiled weakly, twisting a curly lock around his finger. If not for one foot flexing in slow circles, Copia could have been mistaken for a statue. I'd never seen him this closed off before. I took another big breath and prepared myself.

"Something like this was bound to happen eventually, right? It was an accident. I know it's..." I searched for the right word but nothing felt adequate. "I know it's upsetting, but-"

"Upsetting?" Copia said loudly, almost shouting. I winced at the volume as much as the inadequacy of language.

"It was an accident," I repeated. "There's nothing to be ashamed-"

"How am I supposed to- ugh," Copia cut himself off, angrily twisting his mouth. He shook his head and looked away again, his leg bouncing with agitated energy. His voice held more than simple disgust. There was shame, very understandably, but also worry.

Losing his position as Papa had been humiliating enough; losing it to a younger brother he didn't know existed - while being unwittingly shoved into a role he was both unprepared for and knew nothing about - was worse, somehow. His entire life in the Ministry had been under someone else's shadow, had been defined by loss swiftly following any gain. 

When the three of us were together they were equals, any attempts at pulling rank shut down by me immediately. But out there, in the halls of the Ministry, Perpetua was supposed to have the final word. He wasn't under the thumb of their mother, and Copia didn't have the connections or knowledge to recreate her authority. Even as Papa he had been subservient in a way his brother couldn't know. 

And now, unintentional as it was, he had been humiliated by yet another family member. The last one he had. The only person who outranked him.

They still got competitive around me, but Copia's anger and Perpetua's disdain faded from the rivalry when we were in bed. They laughed and talked together - and sure, they were talking about fucking me, but they were talking. Ten minutes ago was the closest they'd been since sharing a womb - not just physically, but in being able to to occasionally tolerate and even enjoy the other's presence. 

A truce built over months, now hanging by a thread. Maybe a different person could bounce back from this, but not Copia. He couldn't run the Ministry. This would loom too heavily over their relationship for him to function. 

"Copia," I spoke gently, hoping I was right, "Are you thinking that this will...undermine your authority?"

"Of course it will!" He yelled, throwing his hands up. "Even outside the Ministry! What argument can I ever win now?" He rattled off something in Italian to himself, too rapidly for me to pick out the words, then looked away with a frustrated growl. 

"What was that?" I asked, and he simply huffed.

Perpetua mumbled something under his breath. Turned his head slightly to look up at his brother, spoke again. Copia muttered back and then...They were quietly conversing.

I stayed silent, equal parts curious, amazed they were actually speaking civilly, and not wanting to spoil the moment. My own language barrier kept their conversation private, and Perpetua said something that actually made Copia laugh. Pet looked down at his hands and chuckled, and Copia rubbed at his forehead, raked his hair back, and gave me the awkward little half-smile of someone who's not okay but is trying to be. 

"Everything..." I hesitated, "Copacetic?"

"I do not know this word, tesoro," he said tiredly, "But it will be okay."

"I swore to never bring it up." Perpetua was still twisting his hair around, but slower, more idly. They were both looking at me, not identical but both wearing the same weary almost-smiles, the same pale eyes looking a little calmer. 

"And never means never, right?" I said carefully, not wanting to break the peace but wanting it confirmed out loud. "You won't sneak it in to win an argument?"

"I won't."

"Or save it until you're on your death bed to get the last word?" Copia added suspiciously. Pet said nothing, then his mouth twitched. He bit his lip, looked down, and snickered.

"Vaffanculo! I knew it!"

"Pet," I groaned, and this man who ten minutes ago had been so shaken he couldn't speak, fell over and started cackling.

"Fucking asshole!" Copia shot to his feet, white-knuckled, red-faced. Even when Copia landed on him fist-first, Perpetua continued to hoot with laughter, only stopping when he got slapped hard across the mouth. He spat into Copia's face and started laughing again, then his brother raised his hand for another slap and-

"Stop! Blood!" I yelled. His hand had started to come down and he snapped it back.

"What?"

I rushed past them to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. "You hit him so hard he's bleeding." I knelt down and wiped the pink streak off his cheek, then leaned over to dab at the red smear in the corner of Pet's mouth.

"Are you okay? Did he knock out a tooth or anything?"

"As if he could," he scoffed.

"Vai a farti fottere, stronzo," Copia hissed. I pushed him away and he went back to his armchair. 

I swatted at Pet, "Get up, you."

"But he made me bleed, amore," he pouted, grabbing my hand and giving me his biggest, saddest eyes. I swatted his hip again, "Shut up." He giggled and sat up.

"You see what I am dealing with here?" Copia pointed at him, "You see how he acts?"

"I said I wouldn't bring it up," he said, biting back more laughter.

"Okay," I said loudly, "Nuclear option it is. There is a very obvious solution to this."

They both stared blankly at me. I stared at Perpetua. Raised my eyebrows.

"What?" he said.

"Oh." Copia's eyes were wide. "...Oh."

"What?" Pet was looking back and forth between us. His brother sank into his chair and became very engrossed in looking at the ceiling.

"Pet..." i said expectantly.

"What?"

I raised my eyebrows again and nodded toward Copia. He blinked.

"Absolutely not. No fucking wa-"

"It's fair," I cut him off.

"No fuckin-"

"It evens it out!" I yelled. "I know it's fucked up, but you know it's fair."

"Nope." He got to his feet, "No, no no, nope." He picked up his clothes and walked out. Copia looked like he might cry.

"Wait here," I said, and rushed out of the room.

It took five minutes to convince him not to leave. Another twenty to get him back into the bedroom. Copia didn't seem to have moved. Perpetua started pacing again.

"Alright," I said gently, "So-"

Copia muttered something in Italian.

"What?"

"This is fucked."

"Yes, it is," I said smoothly, trying to keep things under control, "And neither of you have presented an alternative. A reasonable alternative," I corrected when I saw Pet try to interject. "So this is how it has to be."

"It's disgusting," he frowned.

"Okay. Sit down." I stood and pushed him onto the bed. "Both of you, listen to me." I snapped my fingers to make sure they were focused on me.

"The three of us have been fucking each other for months. Do you know what you two have done in that time?" I started counting out on my fingers, "You've both kissed me after I blew the other. You've both kissed me after the other came in my mouth. Your dicks have touched in my mouth. I've heard that during double penetration you can really distinctly feel the other dick. Is that true?"

Pet grumbled something.

"Is that true?" I demanded.

"Yes," Copia muttered. 

"A month ago you fucked my tits," I pointed at Copia, then Perpetua, "While you fucked my mouth, and considering you were facing one another, I know that when you two came there was some splash. And even if you two somehow hadn't gotten at least some on the other, need I remind you that you both fucking regularly fuck me after the other has cum inside me?"

Perpetua shifted uncomfortably and started chewing on a fingernail. 

"You've been sharing bodily fluids both in and out of me for months, and this is too far?"

"This is different," he muttered.

"Oh, it's different!" I shouted, "You both fuck each other's creampies. You've both done it, with both your cocks and your fingers, you fucking morons. This would be one second. Who gives a shit?"

Copia sighed. "This isn't-"

"Fine."

We both looked at Perpetua. "Fine," he said tightly, "Whatever. Let's get it over with." His hands clenched the bedding as he stared at the floor. Copia's brow was knit together as his eyes darted between me and his brother.

"Frater?" I tried to remind him of the authority he was concerned about. He drummed his fingers on the chair for a moment, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"How? Do we...recreate the eh...incident?"

"No," Pet said quickly. "Too much room for error." 

I walked to him and put my arm around his shoulder, then extended a hand to Copia. He hesitated, then slowly stood and took my hand. His face was lined with worry but I knew he trusted me. 

"Copia's going to lie down," I said gently. "I'm going to go down on him for a while, then-"

"What, it has to be hard?" Pet interrupted, frowning. 

"You know there's a difference in how it feels, so yes. It's fair," I reminded him, "I'm going to do all the work, and I guess at some point you'll...tag in. For a second. Sound good?" Copia smiled a little sourly at my attempt to be positive but he squeezed my hand appreciatively.

"Sounds wonderful," Pet's voice dripped with venomous sarcasm.

"Alright then. Let's get into bed."

Perpetua sat cross-legged off to the side, resting his head on his hand, picking anxiously at the blankets with his other. The tart smile he gave me when I laid back against the pillows twisted away when his brother moved over me. Copia drew near, studying my face with a worried brow before moving his lips to my neck and speaking quietly, so only I could hear, "You sure you want to do this?"

"Are you?"

"No."

"Do you want to stop?"

He hesitated. "No." A sigh warmed my skin and I put my arms around his neck as his lips brushed against me, trailing soft, wet kisses from collarbone to jaw to ear. I tipped my head back to give him free reign and looked over to Pet. He was staring intently into my eyes, still picking at the bedding, but when I let out a breathy moan and smiled at him his gaze softened a little.

Copia's lips had traveled to my chin, the corner of my mouth, and finally our mouths joined. Breathing together, moving together, tasting one another in a shared, quiet moment so similar to how it was when it was just the two of us. He pulled at one of the few buttons still keeping my shirt together and I unfastened the rest. Brushing his thumb across my nipple, slipping his hand into my shirt when he could, squeezing, kneading, pulling as our kisses grew more urgent. He shifted his hips, moving his leg more firmly between mine, pressing his body into me, ensuring I could feel how hard he was already. 

I started grinding against his thigh, and even through his pants I could feel his cock flex when I moaned and rocked my hips sharply against him. His lips left mine, moving to my breast, taking one nipple into his mouth while tugging at the other. He bit down hard enough to make me cry out and moved his mouth, biting around different areas of the soft skin, pulling my flesh into his mouth and leaving little red ovals all over, ringed with the indentations of his teeth. Grinding harder into my hip, sighing happily as I got louder.

When I looked over to Perpetua again his lips were parted and I could see some color on his cheeks. His stare was no less intense than before but the sulky bitterness was gone, replaced with the quiet fire I'd come to know so well.

Copia's hand was moving between my legs, pulling my attention away from Pet. He was brushing his fingers along the exterior, waiting for me to open my legs more to tell him what I wanted, where I wanted him, and when he kissed me again his lips were smiling against mine. When my hips twitched toward him he slid a finger down, gliding easily through my folds, just grazing my clit to make me whimper, then slipping two fingers inside me. He bit into my neck and worked his other hand into my hair, tugging my hair back, murmuring, "That feel good?"

I nodded and moaned, raking my nails across his scalp, pulling his hair in kind, gripping tightly every time his fingers drove deep. I grabbed at the waist of his pants, freeing him as quickly as I could while he kept me whimpering and rocking against him. A moan rumbled from his chest when I got my hands on his cock. When I rubbed his precum around the head with my thumb and wrapped my hand around he bit down on my shoulder again. He thrust into my hand a few times before jerking his hips away with a soft whimper.

When his fingers slipped out of me and into my mouth I'd almost forgotten why we were doing this. It was so easy to get lost in him and surrender to his giving nature, his desire to make you happy, and his way of finally taking his own pleasure when he'd finally made you cum enough times that he felt he'd earned it.

"Okay," he said quietly, the tickle of his mustache against my ear making me shiver. "I think I am...I'm ready."

I nodded, stifling my own desire to continue, and he kissed me again, rolling onto his back and pulling me over him. He looked into my eyes and cradled my cheek before leaning back into the pillows and letting out a shaky breath.

Slowly kissing my way down, raking my fingers through the dark hair on his chest and belly, running my hands all over his soft beautiful body, doing all I could to soothe him. He tensed a little when I started pulling his pants off but relaxed again when I ran my hands along his thighs and took hold of his cock. 

I glanced at his face - eyes closed, head back, before looking to his brother. Pet looked back and forth between me and the cock I was stroking before swallowing hard and setting his mouth in a hard, determined line. Copia tensed again when he moved next to me, his breath shaking anxiously until he eased into the soft warmth of my lips and tongue.

When I took my mouth away to use my hand Pet was watching me intently. He moved closer, stroking my back as he watched me take all of his twin into my mouth. Copia and I both whimpered when he hit the back of my throat - making me gag a little, making a wave of goosebumps rush over my body - and I heard Pet inhale sharply. I was mouthing around the base, running my tongue along the underside of Copia's cock when Pet's hand moved along my thigh, moving in to slide over my clit.

Copia flexed in my mouth when I whimpered loudly, and when I looked to Perpetua I saw he had drawn closer. His face was only inches away, his eyes locked on mine as his lips parted to allow his tongue to flick across them. I took my mouth off Copia again, distracted as his fingers dipped into my cunt, easily pumping in and out before slickly stroking my clit. When I cried out he kissed me, moaning softly against my lips as the heat built inside me, coiled inside me, made my hips roll uncontrollably. 

Fingers snaked into my hair and I looked up to see Copia watching us. His cock flexed in my hand and I wrapped my lips around him again, taking as much of him as I could before flicking my tongue across the head and doing it over again. His hips had started to rock against my mouth and he was moaning more loudly each time I took him all the way into my mouth. When his hand tightened in my hair I knew he was getting close. I switched back to just my hand and nodded for Pet to come closer.

He reluctantly removed his fingers, studying my eyes for a moment before touching his forehead to my shoulder.

"We'll do it together, okay?" I said softly, trying to sound encouraging, "Let me know when you're ready and you can just follow my tongue." He nodded and swallowed hard again. When Copia thrust into my mouth hard enough for me to gag I heard a quiet sound from Pet and he moved against my thigh. Just barely, just enough to tell he was hard. A moment later he touched my shoulder and moved closer.

I heard him take a deep breath as I moved down to take Copia fully into my throat, then his cheek brushed against my jaw as his mouth followed mine.

Copia shuddered and twitched, then hardened again with a confused, desperate whimper.

I felt him throb in my fist, then he pulled my mouth off his cock and pushed my face against his brother's. A similarly confused whimper came from him but he responded hungrily, rolling his tongue into my mouth and moving closer to me. Copia pulled my mouth back onto his cock, groaning as he thrust deep into my throat. 

"You love it, eh?" he laughed breathlessly at my whimpering, again when I nodded with his cock buried to the hilt in my mouth. Pet had rolled onto his shoulder and was hurriedly unlacing his pants.

"Sei una donna così perversa, mi piace da morire," Copia laughed again with the mad panting that only came out of him when the three of us were together. He released me and pushed me back to his brother.

Perpetua leaned into the kiss immediately, lips moving urgently as he started to roll his hips against me, breathing hard as he started stroking his cock. We parted for just a moment and I saw something wild in his eyes; like a decision he didn't know he was considering had been reached by way of feral panic. He flew back to my lips, ravenous as a starving man, as if consuming me might extinguish something else.

When Copia pulled me back again, he followed.

Our lips parted before Copia pushed into my mouth again, but from the way his body tensed it was obvious there had been contact. Pet was biting at my ear, running his lips along my jaw, then stopped as he neared my mouth. He hesitated a moment, then moved his head down as before, his cheek under my chin.

Copia shuddered hard and groaned, "Ah woah, oh fuck, fuck, porco Lucifero, fuck," hoarsely, his hand tightening painfully in my hair. I pulled back, expecting another upset - and not sure what to think myself, but Perpetua came to my lips with his brother still between us. Copia gasped another "fuck" but didn't pull away. Pet's hand went around the back of my neck and pressed our mouths together as Copia gripped his cock, keeping it near, brushing against us both. I moved my mouth around the side of the head, licking at him for a moment before I felt Pet's tongue slipping against mine on the other side.

It was madness. I didn't know why Pet had done it, but Copia wasn't stopping it. Pet wasn't stopping it. I didn't know why I was not only going along with it, but enjoying it. The taste of them both made it easier to push doubts aside to deal with later. 

"Fuck, cazzo, porco Lucifero, cazzo cazzo merda," Copia was gasping, babbling mindlessly as his twin and I kissed around him, shuddering as our tongues swirled together around the underside of his thick, throbbing cock. When I cupped and squeezed his balls he groaned and started stroking himself, rambling whispers spilling from his mouth as his whole body quaked. 

Pet's hand was moving faster and whenever I would break from him to suck Copia off a bit more he would watch me with glazed eyes, breathing hard and licking his lips until I came back to him. The next time I had Copia in my mouth Perpetua moved under me again, his lips and tongue working underneath the head when Copia choked out another "merda." He groaned suddenly, spurting into my mouth, furiously jerking himself as he cried out and coated my waiting tongue. When Pet's mouth joined us again Copia whimpered loudly, thrusting weakly against our lips, watching as we shared his cock and his spend. He sucked in a deep, shaking breath when I licked a thick line of cum off Pet's cheek, only meeting my eye for a moment before Pet grabbed me. 

Our lips crashed together, desperate whines speaking our mutual need as he pulled me on top of him, smacking my hip with a, "Turn around." As soon as did he pulled me to his mouth, immediately tonguing my clit and pushing my head onto his belly, telling me to ignore his cock and let him focus on me. I let him work, grabbing at the hair trailing down his belly as I took in all the pleasure given to me, lost to everything but the feeling of his body. He took his tongue away to push his fingers inside me, fucking hard into me, so quickly I could hear the slick of my cunt around him.

I vaguely heard him speaking; Copia replying. He moved his tongue back, lashing against my clit, groaning loudly as I bucked against his mouth. Another sound drifted in: Copia. 

I propped myself up to look behind me and saw him kneeling beside us, moaning softly with Pet's fingers in his mouth. When he saw me looking he pulled back, licking his parted lips. His hand rubbed across my back, then grabbed roughly at my ass and gave me a hard smack. 

He kept his half-closed eyes on me and said, "More," giving me a lopsided grin when Pet's fingers slid back in and made me shudder out another cry. He laughed and gave me another slap when Pet slid a third finger in and made me groan loudly into his belly. 

"I think tonight you are getting fucked in every hole you have, puttanella," he laughed breathlessly, "Maybe by both of us." Pet whimpered and brought his tongue back, and when I could keep my eyes open long enough I saw Copia gripping his brother's wrist, holding his hand so Pet's fingers could slide in and out of his mouth, all while staring into my eyes.

"Fuck," I choked. Pet was pulling me onto him, madly flicking his tongue against my clit as he whimpered and rolled his hips against nothing. 

"Haahh- just like that," it was getting harder to keep myself from just grinding against his tongue and let him continue, but I tried. "Right there, right there, Pet," I panted. Copia was sitting back, idly tugging at his half-hard cock as he watched us. His parted lips slowly lifted into a wolfish smile as my cries grew closer and closer together. He leaned in as I got closer to climax, brought his face near mine. He grabbed my chin and tilted my face to his, and when his tongue slid into my mouth I moaned desperately against him.

"Tesoro," he said huskily, "There is a dick in front of you that needs a mouth." I reached for him but he twisted his fingers into my hair and pushed my lips around his twin's cock that had been twitching and leaking so near to me. He leaned back, lazily stroking his cock as he pushed my head up and down. Pet was sucking my clit into his mouth and thrusting into mine, and then Copia pushed me down so hard that I gagged. Then kept me there for the few extra seconds it took me to cum.

He didn't let me come up completely, making me cry out around Perpetua's cock, groaning madly and rutting against his tongue as Copia shoved me down harder.

"I think I can make you cum just from having your mouth fucked, tesoro," he breathed, letting up for just a moment but never freeing my mouth completely. "You just need to practice. You could be the most perfect whore in the world, eh?"

"Mmmnf," was all I could get out as he started pushing me faster. Pet was lapping at me again, ignoring my overstimulated twitches, hardening in my mouth every time I whimpered around him. I was already close again, already mindlessly rubbing my clit along Pet's tongue, clenching and moaning every time Copia shoved my head onto his brother's cock, deep into my throat.

"You going to cum again, puttana?" he purred, tightening his fingers in my hair.

"Mm...mm-hmm," I managed, my moans almost a constant noise now.

"Piantarla," he said, "I want to see her cum from being face-fucked."

Pet withdrew his tongue when I started to feel the initial jolts shooting through me, when I was seconds away, thrusting hard into my mouth as Copia pushed down, and to my own disbelief, I came again. Pet groaned as Copia held my head fully down again, laughing as I writhed helplessly, gagging and trapped by my own throat until he released me.

I lay across Pet's stomach catching my breath, shuddering when he rubbed my back and breathlessly asked, "You okay?" 

"Yea, I...I think so." I raised myself onto shaking arms and turned to Copia in disbelief. His hand had left my hair, now resting on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb across my skin. He looked a little guilty, but still pleased with himself.

"Too rough, mio cuore?"

I whipped a hand out and swatted at his dick.

"Ah!" he yelped and fell back and I followed, smacking any part of him I could reach. I wasn't as angry as I should have been, to be honest, but he still deserved a few slaps. Probably more than a few. When I got him across the face he started to defend himself a little bit, trying to grab my wrists.

"I am- tesoro, ascoltami- I'm-"

"I don't understand Italian!" I yelled, breaking my wrists free and smacking his shoulder, "Stronzo!"

"My love," he laughed. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me against him, "You speak it just fi- ah!" He stopped when I bit into his shoulder. "Aiutami, fratellino!"

"Non ti sto aiutando," Pet laughed. "I think you deserve it."

"You do," I smacked him again.

"Tesoro, my treasure, I am sorry," he paused, "When will you stop hitting me?"

I smacked his face, "When I feel like you've been hit enough." He laughed it off and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.

"I am sorry," he murmured, "I got carried away. I did not mean to but I am still sorry it happened, mi amore." His soft lips moved against my neck, trailing kisses and quiet apologies. "Please forgive me."

"Can I hit you one more time?"

"That is a light punishment. I will accept."

"Hit him in the balls," Pet suggested.

"You are not helpful," Copia scowled.

"No no, let's hear him out," I said. Pet laughed and slipped his hands around my waist, pulling me up against his chest.

"You haven't cum at all yet, have you?" I said, and his hands went to my breasts, pinching my nipples between his knuckles as his mouth wandered my shoulders.

"Mm-mm," he hummed, rocking his hips into me to let me know how hard he still was.

"Poor Pet."

"You've been neglecting me," he nipped at my ear, the cheeky grin I knew so well evident in his tone. He turned me toward him and kissed me in spite of the awkward angle, letting out a happy sigh when I faced him and pulled his mouth hard against mine. He couldn't keep his hips still and I could feel his pulse squeezed between our bodies, could feel how much he was restraining himself. I poked his chest and he fell back against the bed, grinning hungrily as I squeezed my thighs around his narrow hips. He grabbed me tightly, impatiently pulling me into place, already gripping his cock and thrusting against me, and as soon as I was sat on him properly he found his way in. A sigh growled from him as he filled me to the hilt, his eyes and head both rolled back as he pulled me forward and back, slapping his hips against me in a hard, slow rhythm. 

Copia's hand went around my waist, then his fist was in my hair again, pulling me up onto my knees. Pet's cock had a delicious curve to it, and when I was on top of him the more upright I was the more he dragged along the sweetest spot in my cunt. I heard a plastic snap and yelped at the sudden feel of cool liquid trickling down my crack. Copia's fingers smoothly followed, circling my asshole for only a moment before pushing one in. 

"Feel good, puttanella?" his voice was rough and breathy as he worked his way in. He let out a hoarse laugh when I whimpered an affirmative and pushed back against him.

"Does our little whore want something bigger? Hmm?" He let go of my hair and slid his other fingers into my mouth, puffing out his amusement when I nodded and managed an "mm-hmm" around him. He rattled off something in Italian before pushing me into Pet's waiting arms. A brief taste of his tongue again before Copia pushed another finger into my ass, making me cry out and push my face against Perpetua's chest.

"Want more?" he breathed, and when I nodded against his blazing hot skin and pounding heart Pet's fingers slid between my lips, still tasting of both me and his brother, and he simply watched me suck happily on them while he caught his breath, delaying and denying himself. I felt more lube and Copia's fingers moving freely in my ass before retreating.

Perpetua's gaze shifted behind me to his brother, his half-closed eyes flicking back to me as Copia drew closer and positioned himself. Pet hooked the fingers in my mouth to tilt my face toward his, the pale eye they shared locked on mine as Copia pushed into me. I groaned loudly, tried to relax and let my head loll down to Perpetua's chest but he kept me in place, breathing out, "You keep looking at me."

I tried to keep my eyes open but even moving as slowly as he was, Copia was still thick and the stretch was almost painful. Pet started moving again, still slow, but forceful enough that it was a little easier to take Copia. 

"That's right," he said with a shuddering breath, "You love getting fucked by us both, don't you?"

"Mm...mm-hmm," I whined around his fingers.

"Good girl," he started moving a little faster, "Good- ah, when we're both in you- fuck, you're so wet but you feel so much tighter."

When Copia's thighs met mine I heard his now-familiar sounds, the ones that were almost growls, the ones he never made when we were alone. He was thrusting in short jerks, wanting to fuck me immediately but going slow for my sake.

"Want it harder?" Pet asked, licking his parted lips when I nodded. "She wants it harder," he smiled at me, a breathy laugh escaped when his brother obliged and my eyes rolled back.

"Too bad we are not triplets, eh, amore?" Copia smacked my hip, "You would fuck all three of us, wouldn't you? Pervertito," he laughed. I finally freed my mouth and looked back at him.

"You're calling me a pervert?"

He smacked my hip again, harder, and thrust in again, harder, snickering at the sounds he got me to make, "You like it, eh? Donna perversa."

"I'm not the one- fuck, ah," he had snapped his hips against me again, speeding up so I couldn't speak, could only moan mindlessly as they both filled me. With my face against Perpetua's chest I managed to look back at him, and when he slowled just enough I managed to say, "You like feeling your brother's cock up against your? Pervertito."

Pet groaned and slammed his hips against me, throwing his head back against the pillows again. 

Copia slowed and leaned over, "You want to get your mouth fucked again, puttanella?" punctuated with another hard spank. 

"What, you don't-" he cut me off with a burst of fucking into me hard, but I managed to gasp out, "Don't want me to say that I felt how hard that made you? Pervert." His fingers dug into me as he stopped pretending to be gentle, just kept whipping his body against mine as he pleased.

"What of it?" he panted, "So what? It feels good."

"Yea," Pet gasped, "Who...who gives a fuck?"

"Perverts," I said, and when I laughed Copia grabbed my hair again and pulled me back to him. Leaning back, he pulled me against his thighs; Perpetua and I both let out a distressed cry when he slid out of me.

"I will give her back," he said hoarsely, grabbing roughly at my breast, pulling hard at my nipple as he fucked up into me, "We made her cum getting her throat fucked, I want to see if she can cum just from getting fucked hard up the ass." 

All I could do was cry out breathlessly, my head lolling back against his shoulder as he drove deep over and over.

"That feel good, puttana?" he panted. His hand crept to my throat and squeezed, "There you go," he purred as my cries grew closer together, "You like being our fucking slut, eh? Look," he waved at Perpetua laying before us, stroking himself as he watched, "You are letting two perverts use every hole you have however we want," He pulled hard at my nipple, pinching it between his fingers, "And you are going to cum from getting your ass filled and being told what a good whore you are, aren't you?"

I heard Pet moan softly and when I looked down at him he shot me a cocky grin and said, "You going to cum for us, maiala?" Copia's breath was ragged in my hear, somewhere between a snarl and a laugh as I felt the heat approaching.

"Our fucking whore," he growled as my back arched against his, grabbing at my face and sloppily pushing his tongue into my mouth as my orgasm rocked through me, all his wicked machismo betrayed by the soft, needy little whimpers that echoed mine. He slowed but didn't stop until I gasped and pulled away from him, collapsing onto Pet, trembling and catching my breath.

"You are not done," I heard Copia scolding, "My poor frattellino still needs his."

I whimpered pathetically when his fingers slid into my cunt, still so sensitive but still wanting more. Pet was rubbing my back, less in a relaxing massage kind of way and more in a "trying to get me back on track" way.

Copia was pulling me into place so Pet could fuck me again, his hands staying on my hips as he apparently just observed us. Pet was moving a little slow, finally able to take his time, biting into my neck and shoulder when his tongue wasn't in my mouth. I felt him shudder and noticed he was looking over my shoulder.

He pulled me forward a little, moving his hips higher, moving me more than himself. Copia's hand was on my lower back when Pet choked out a "fuck," and stilled for a moment. He grabbed my face, almost painfully, whimpering into my mouth as his cock started moving in and out again. And I could feel Copia. Moving rhythmically, but not for me.

When Pet groaned loudly and threw his head back against the pillows again I looked behind me. From my angle all I could see was that Copia was stroking himself, but his other hand was moving too. I craned my neck just a little more and gasped. He had his fingers in Pet's ass. 

"Fuck," Pet said hoarsely, grabbing at my hips to keep me moving. "Fuck, what the fuck," he groaned, then pulled me tightly against him as he whimpered loudly. He stilled again, letting out a long, rumbling moan into my neck.

"Okay?" I murmured, and he nodded. I glanced back again, wide-eyed. Copia still had one hand on me, the other on his brother's leg as he looked down at the joining of their bodies. His eyes flicked to mine, a faint, enigmatic smile tugging at the corner of his full, parted lips at the sound Perpetua made when he snapped his hips forward.

Pet grabbed my face again, crying out against my lips; I could feel the impact of every thrust, could feel his cock harden and flex inside me each time. Copia swatted at my hip.

"I am doing all the work here, tesoro," he said breathlessly, and Perpetua moaned desperately when I started sliding him in and out of me again. He and I had done plenty of experimenting before - it wasn't the first time he'd had something in his ass, but the sounds coming from him now were like nothing I'd heard before. Shame and confusion crashing up against the sheer force of how much he was enjoying it. 

Copia was muttering to himself, too quiet for me to hear, but I knew the sounds coming from him communicated the same things. I recognized the shaking breaths and soft whimpering that preceded one of his orgasms.

"Fuck, fuck, keep- merda," Pet finally broke from our kiss, gasping for air, growling like an animal as he tried to make me move faster, his whole body starting to spasm. "Fuckfuckfuck," he panted and dug his fingers into my hips as he gave me a few final thrusts before shooting hot into me.

"Cazzo, fuck," Copia gasping behind me. I heard their skin smack together a couple more times before he groaned, "Porco Lucifero, cazzo che cazzo che cazzo, ah, fuck."

Copia was leaning against me, resting his head on my back, panting hard breaths out across my skin. They moaned softly together when he pulled away, pulled out. Pet kissed me softly, lovingly as he pulled out of me with a sigh. I shifted off him, onto my side, trying to absorb what had just taken place. Copia had more or less fallen over when he finished, and now he rolled onto his back, his head resting on Pet's thigh as he caught his breath. Pet was taking long, shaking breaths, silently mouthing something, talking to himself.

They were both staring at the ceiling in silence when Pet reached for my hand. Copia's fingers twitched in a beckoning gesture and I took his too. I looked at the two of them, unsure of what, if anything, to say. 

"Is that that what you had in mind, tesoro?" Copia asked faintly, and Perpetua laughed. His brother closed his eyes and shook his head but started chuckling. "What the fuck?" He sighed, his soft belly shaking as he laughed. 

Pet sat up and started talking in Italian, rubbing the underside of his chin the way he did when he needed a shave, when he was on edge and untethered. Copia rose as well, the two of them quietly speaking among themselves again. Pet said something that made Copia snort and lean over to rest his head against his hand as he chuckled.

"Everything...okay?" I ventured.

"Sì, tesoro," Pet said. He brushed some hair away from my face, then kissed the palm of my hand. "We are okay."

"It...it has happened," Copia squeezed my hand. "It is not as though...." He paused, rocking his head back and forth as he searched for the words. "We will not be making a messed-up kid, sì? And, well..."

"It's not like we grew up together," Pet said quietly. "He didn't know I existed until last year."

"If we had known one another I do not think we would have hated one another," Copia yawned and stretched. I saw Perpetua's mouth twist and felt an ache in my chest.

"Copia," I said softly, "I don't think Pet ever hated you."

Copia looked down and combed his fingers through his hair, stopping to drum his fingers against the back of his head.

I knew why he stayed silent: He had hated his brother. It was through no fault of theirs but that fire had burned nonetheless, razing the ties of their blood to ash where there had barely been anything to begin with. Neither of them talked about their childhoods much, but what I'd gathered hadn't painted a pretty picture for either of them. What chance did they have at a normal relationship? Perpetua gave me a lopsided grin and tugged at my hand.

"Come here, amore," he said, stretching out his legs and pulling me to sit between. He ran his hands down my shoulders, down my arms, covered my hands with his as he rested his head against mine. He hugged me tightly and sighed.

Copia was moving closer and he reached out for just a moment, hesitating until he met my eyes. He got close enough to rest his head on my shoulder.

Perpetua's hands were on top of mine and Copia wove his underneath, all our fingers twining together. 

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Customary kudos to DeepL translate:

Zitto: shut up Vai a farti fottere, stronzo: go and get fucked/go fuck yourself, asshole Porco Lucifero: haha heehee hoho, literally "Pig Lucifer," this is an obscenity of my own creation which I'm very fond of. I was assured by an Italian that it works in context - look up "porca Madonna." Sei una donna così perversa, mi piace da morire: You are such a perverse woman, I love it Piantarla: stop Ascoltami: listen to me Aiutami fratellino: help me (little) brother Non ti sto aiutando: I am not helping you Pervertito: pervert Donna perversa: perverted woman Che cazzo: what the fuck