Twin’s bitch
you showed up at Leehan’s place after your annual gynecologist appointment feeling… off. The speculum exam had been thorough, the cold instruments and the doctor’s gloved touches leaving your pussy strangely sensitive and swollen with unwanted arousal. Every step made your folds rub together, slick and warm. Your panties were embarrassingly damp by the time you reached their building. “Sorry I’m late,” you mumbled as Leehan opened the door, offering a small smile. You were wearing a loose oversized hoodie and soft shorts, hoping the extra fabric would hide how flustered you felt. Anton was already sprawled on the couch, long legs stretched out. “No worries, princess. Movie’s ready. Come here.” They didn’t know about the appointment. You hadn’t told them. It was too embarrassing. The three of you settled in like always—lights dimmed, some new thriller playing on the big screen. You sat in the middle. Anton on your left, Leehan on your right. Their body heat made everything worse. Your clit throbbed with every tiny shift of your thighs.
The movie started. For the first twenty minutes, everything was fine. You tried to focus on the screen, laughing at the jump scares with them. But your body wouldn’t settle. Your nipples had tightened and every small shift made your clit throb. Leehan noticed first. His hand rested casually on the back of the couch behind you. Slowly, his fingers drifted down to brush your shoulder, then your upper arm—innocent, like he’d done a hundred times during movie nights. “You okay? You seem tense.” “I’m fine,” you whispered, voice a little too high. Anton’s hand found your knee on your other side, giving it a gentle, friendly squeeze. “Long day?” His thumb stroked once, twice. The touch was light, but it sent heat straight between your legs. You nodded, not trusting your voice. The touches stayed innocent at first—Leehan’s fingers tracing small circles on your shoulder, Anton’s hand resting warmly on your knee. But they didn’t pull away. As the movie’s tension built, so did theirs. Leehan leaned closer, his breath brushing your ear. “You’re squirming a lot, baby. Something hurting?” The pet name slipped out naturally, but it made your stomach flip. You shook your head quickly. “Just… I had a doctor’s appointment today. Gynecologist. It’s… a little sensitive down there. That’s all.” Anton’s hand slid a little higher on your thigh. “Your pussy’s aching?” he asked softly, no judgment, just gentle curiosity. You swallowed hard, face burning. “My pussy’s been wet and throbbing since I left the clinic. I feel stupid.” Leehan hummed sympathetically. His hand finally slipped fully into you shorts, fingertips brushing the damp fabric of your panties. “Poor thing. All worked up from a simple checkup?” You gasped, thighs pressing together instinctively. “Leehan… we shouldn’t—” Anton cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip. “Shhh. It’s okay. We love you. We’ve always taken care of you, haven’t we?” His eyes were dark but so, so tender. “Let us see that pretty pussy if it’s hurting. We’ll make it better.”
Your hands trembled, but you didn’t stop them. They peeled the hoodie over your head, revealing your simple bra. Anton’s eyes darkened with hunger, but his voice stayed sweet. “So pretty.” Leehan unclasped your bra with careful fingers. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. Both boys made soft, appreciative sounds. “Look at you,” Anton murmured, cupping one breast gently, thumb circling the peak. “So sensitive tonight.” You whimpered, arms instinctively moving to cover yourself. Leehan caught your wrists gently and pinned them to your sides. “Don’t hide. Let us help.” They worked together to slide your shorts and panties down your legs. You were fully naked between them now, thighs pressed together shyly, but they parted them slowly, spreading you open on the couch. Leehan’s breath caught. “Fuck… you’re so wet, baby.” You nodded, face burning with embarrassment. Tears of shy overwhelm pricked your eyes. “It’s too much… feels weird… we shouldn’t—” “Shhh, sweet girl,” Anton cooed, leaning down to kiss your temple. His fingers traced your inner thigh, stopping just before touching your glistening pussy. “It’s okay to feel good. We want to make it better.” Leehan’s hand reached. Two fingers parted your slick folds, exposing your swollen clit. “So puffy and pretty. Poor thing.” He circled your clit gently with one fingertip, making your hips jerk. “Ah—!” you gasped, a high-pitched whimper escaping. Anton leaned in on your other side, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers teased your entrance. “Does it hurt here?” he asked against your skin, pressing one finger inside your dripping hole. You cried out softly, head falling back against the couch. “It— it feels… wrong… but— oh god…” “Not wrong,” Leehan whispered, adding a second finger alongside Anton’s. They worked in tandem, stretching you open, curling against your walls. “Just needy. Your pussy’s been aching all day, hasn’t it? Let your friends take care of it.” Their free hands roamed your chest—pinching, rolling, squeezing your breasts while they fingered you. The wet sounds of your arousal filled the room. You were leaking all over their hands, thighs trembling. Tears slipped down your cheeks from the overwhelming mix of shame and pleasure. “Please… it’s embarrassing… I’m gonna—” “Cum for us, baby,” Anton encouraged, voice angelic and sweet as he rubbed your clit faster. “Don’t hold back. We love seeing you like this.” Leehan kissed your neck, biting gently. “That’s it. Cry out if you need to. Let go.” Your orgasm hit hard. You arched off the couch with a broken cry, walls clenching desperately around their fingers. Pleasure crashed through you in waves, making your toes curl and fresh tears spill. They didn’t stop, drawing it out until you were shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and panting. “Good girl,” Leehan praised, slowly withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He tasted you with a low groan. “So sweet.” Anton kissed your wet cheek. “We’re not done yet, baby.
Anton lifted you effortlessly into his lap, your back against his chest, legs spread wide over his thighs so Leehan could kneel between them. The position left you completely exposed, shy whimpers escaping as Leehan kissed up your inner thighs. “Still sensitive?” Leehan asked, blowing cool air on your swollen clit. You nodded, biting your lip. “Mhm… but don’t stop.” Anton’s hands roamed your front—cupping your breasts, tugging your nipples, rolling them between skilled fingers while he kissed the side of your neck. “We won’t. We’re going to make sure every ache is gone.” Leehan licked a broad stripe up your pussy, tasting the mess you’d made. You jolted, moaning loudly. He ate you out with patient hunger—long, slow licks, sucking your clit gently, then firmer, while Anton whispered filthy sweet nothings in your ear. “You taste so good… our pretty best friend letting us play with her like this.” When Leehan pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, you cried out again, grinding back against Anton’s hardening cock trapped between your ass cheeks. Anton groaned. “Feel that? That’s what you do to us.” They switched positions eventually—Leehan sitting on the couch, pulling you onto his lap facing away from him so Anton could kneel and continue devouring your pussy. Leehan’s fingers reached to your ass, one then two, stretching you carefully while Anton sucked on your clit. The dual stimulation had you sobbing again, overwhelmed but chasing every sensation.
Anton settled behind you, his large hands gently spreading your ass cheeks. “We’ll make it better.” His warm breath ghosted over your most private hole first. Then his tongue—soft, wet, and incredibly gentle—licked a slow stripe over your asshole. You jolted, a high-pitched whimper leaving your throat. “Ah—! Anton… that’s-“ His tongue circled your tight rim slowly, patiently, licking and probing with tender care while one hand stroked your hip soothingly. At the same time, Leehan positioned himself in front of you. His long fingers traced your swollen outer lips, spreading them open so he could see your glistening pink folds and puffy clit. “Look at this poor little pussy,” he cooed, voice sweet and low.
Anton’s tongue pressed more firmly against your asshole, licking deeper, rimming you with slow, devoted strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your most forbidden hole filled the room. One of his fingers gently circled the tight ring, pressing just the tip inside while his tongue continued its work. Leehan’s fingers played with your pussy—two digits sliding up and down your slit, coating themselves in your slick before circling your clit in lazy, perfect patterns. He dipped one finger inside your entrance, then two, curling them gently against your front wall while his thumb rubbed your clit. “You’re clenching so much,” Leehan murmured lovingly. “Does it feel good when we touch both your holes at once?” You were whimpering continuously now, face hidden against the couch cushion. “It’s wrong… feels too good… I’m sorry…” Anton lifted his head just enough to speak, voice husky. “Nothing to be sorry for, baby. Your little asshole is twitching against my tongue. So tight and sweet.” He pushed his finger deeper, gently fucking your ass while his tongue licked around it. Leehan added a third finger into your pussy, stretching you open slowly. “Such a good girl taking us both. Your pussy is dripping everywhere. Look how wet you are for your friends.” The dual sensation was overwhelming—Anton’s mouth and finger working your asshole with tender thoroughness, Leehan’s fingers plunging steadily into your cunt while his mouth sucked gently on your clit. Your shy protests melted into broken moans and whimpers. Your body relaxed bit by bit, knees pressing tighter to your chest as you surrendered to the pleasure. “It’s okay…” you finally breathed, voice small and needy. “Feels… really good…” “That’s our girl,” Leehan praised warmly, scissoring his fingers inside you. “Let go for us. We love making you feel this way.” Anton hummed in agreement, the vibration shooting pleasure through your ass. He worked a second finger into your tight hole alongside the first, stretching you carefully while his tongue continued its filthy, loving assault. Your orgasm built slowly, deep and intense. Your thighs shook. Your holes clenched rhythmically around their fingers and tongues. “I’m— I’m gonna…” you whimpered. “Come for us, baby,” Anton murmured against your rim. Leehan sucked harder on your clit, fingers curling perfectly. You came second time with a broken cry, pussy gushing around Leehan’s fingers while your asshole pulsed wildly around Anton’s. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, leaving you trembling and gasping. They didn’t stop right away—gently working you through the aftershocks with soft licks and slow thrusts until you were whimpering from overstimulation. When they finally pulled back, they cleaned you tenderly with warm cloths, wrapped you in a big blanket, and sandwiched you between them on the couch. Anton kissed your forehead while Leehan stroked your back. “You did so well,” Leehan whispered. “So brave and pretty.” Anton nuzzled your hair. “We’ve got you. Always.”
