My Brother’s Biker Besties

I don't know how, but I'm shoved on the bike, between two fucking brothers!

“Adjust a little, darling.” Knox whispers in my ear from behind, his scruff scratching against the side of my face.

I nod, my rigid body finding it hard to squeeze against Zane, the rider. I'm not prepared when Knox’s arms wrap around my waist and he scoots me forward, smacking my breasts on Zane’s firm muscles.

“Uhh…” I suck up a moan and exhale slowly, wishing it's my pent-up emotions blowing off.

“Good girl,” Zane hums, both hands on the bike for the show, while his back pushes against me, rubbing against my hard nipples.

“Hold onto him.” Knox orders, and takes my hand in demonstration as if I’m a baby or this is the first time I’m riding a bike.

Left with no choice, I obey. My small hands hug around Zane, body squeezed up against him, heat pooling beneath my skin. When Knox unexpectedly pushes forward, slapping his thighs on my butt and causing me to jump forward, both legs spread out, cunt smacking Zane’s firm ass, I gasp.

Fuck!

It's so intense that the sharp line of my jeans cuts into my wetness!

I stiffen, my mouth hangs wide open, body slowly trembling from the pleasure the innocent shove brought to my body.

Zane hums. He fucking hums, aware of what his touch is doing to me.

He starts the ride, the loud engine cry blaring in the air as we drive out of the yard, and down the silent street. I'm don't know where we’re headed, but I don't care. All I’m concerned about is keeping my sanity in check.

But it's impossible, not when Knox’s hands are roughly settled on my thighs, and slip upward, giving me ideas.

No… I can't want both brothers!

The bike hits a gallop, shooting the bike upward! I fly up in my seat, and in a bid to keep me still, Knox’s hands wrap around my body, unintentionally squeezing against my breasts!

A soft moan slips off my lips, my body stills against his touch, ass unexpectedly slams on the seat, with the jeans cutting deep into my body!

My body hits an unwanted orgasm, vibrating like a wave of electricity is pressed to my skin.

“Are you okay?” Knox’s voice is filled with concern but I can't speak.

My mouth lazily hangs open, lips quivering, body trembling so hard I can't control it. The jolts of vibrations have me pressed against Zane… and Knox’s fucking fingers are on my boobs! Too concerned about my shaking frame, he forgets both hands on my breasts.

“Yes…” I moan softly, teeth bite into Zane’s jacket.

I feel my pussh throb, hissing out thick juice.

And fuck… I feel it slip out of me, purring… melting onto my panties and ruining my jeans.

“Cleo?”

“I'm fine.” I interrupt Knox, finding little strength in my madness.

As if Zane enjoys the ride, he gets into another gallop, intentionally jerking me into climax, and forcing me to cum next to him.

He knows!

He fucking knows!

And I have a gut feeling that neither of the twins is innocent! Else, why are Knox’s hands still palming my breasts?!

I'm not sure how we get to Knowles Junky, my favorite ice-cream spot without falling off the bike or peeing on my pants. Wait… Zane also knows my favorite spot?

I've never mentioned it to him.

I've also never told Duke. Maybe I did in passing, but he is the kind of guy who gets locked up in his editing gigs or video game world to care about gelato and toppings. And I barely post on my media handle. So, how did he know this place?

Goosebumps creep along my skin, not because I’m horny this time, but because I'm suddenly realizing how creepy Zane might be.

A damn stalker.

“Come on.” Knox taps me, snatching my me from my head. He has gotten off the bike and is waiting for me to do the same.

I nod, slip my hand into his, and let him scoop me off the bike.

Thank goodness it's dark, so no one gets to see my wet jeans and the shiny leather seat of their bike.

With the arousal easing up a bit, I walk on my feet without falling into the brothers. Knox is in front, leading us to a secluded area.

Why do I have a feeling this isn't about ice cream?

‘It’s your fucked-up mind.’ The voice in my head yells.

Hopefully, it is.

Knox settles for a table of four and pulls out my seat. “You first.”

I force a smile and start to settle in when I spot a familiar figure at the extreme.

Jeremy?!

He isn't alone.

In front of him is Sophia, my school’s hottest cheerleader. Better put, the most wanted bitch. While I fight to keep my pussy in check, my supposed boyfriend is here, kissing the neck of my competitor! Everyone in school knows we're a couple.

Everyone knows!

Tears blur my vision.

I want to run out and cry. No… I want to pluck off his balls, but first of all, I’ll grab her tits and drag her through the concrete floor.

Wow. He forgot my birthday to beg to have his dick in her wetness, huh? I don't think it through before dashing for their table, enraged.

“Princess…”

I ignore Zane’s call and match up to them.

“Bravo,” I chuckle, slowly clapping thrice.

Jeremy bolts up, almost knocking Sophia down. I bet he didn't expect to see me, not in his wildest dream.

“This is it, huh?” My voice is shaking. I guess I’m not as tough as I claim. I fucking loved him! “How could you?”

“Babe—”

“Let me guess, it's not what I think, right?”

“Stop,” he groans and closes in, embarrassment written in his face. “Can you stop?”

Sophia stays chill, not bothered by our drama, as if I’m the mad one. Her legs are crossed at the knee, the skimpy dress jumping up to give a hint of her red panties.

“Stop? Really?” I laugh hysterically. “You stood me up for this?”

“Oh, bitch!” Sophia flares up. “It's not my fault your boyfriend prefers my sweet pussy to your dry one.”

Her words drop like a bomb!

A heavy bomb!

Ticking…

And this close to exploding in my head.

“Jeremy?” I mumble, my voice barely audible. I can't think. I can't breathe.

“Oh, my god!” Sophia screeches. I'm not sure what she saw, but she jumps up, almost knocking the table over. She slips past me, her shoulder aggressively smacking me off her path.

I stagger, broken. Fucking pained.

“Zane!” Her tiny slutty voice roars in my head. She gasps again, too dramatic. “Is this your notorious twin?”

First, she stole my boyfriend. And now, she wants to fuck my first crush.

Oddly, firm hands wrap around my waist from behind. Hard erection grazes my back. My body completely freezes in his embrace. I don't need to look at him to know it's Zane.

And his cologne, fucks with my brain.

“Love,” he murmurs in my ear. “Are you okay?”

Wait… Love?

I see the shock in Jeremy’s eyes, the betrayal he served that he can't handle. And frankly, my heart melts in excitement. He looks from me to Zane, his all-time favorite hockey player. His damn idol! Whenever he talked about sport, he never completes a sentence without mentioning Zane and how the school’s fashionable star inspired him.

And now, I’m not just cheating on him with just any body, but his favorite star.

“Babe?” He stammers, his turn to be speechless. He’s too stunned to reach for me, to rip me off Zane’s arms even though the jealousy in his eyes is literally dripping. Jeremy is possessive. Once in the past, he fought with a classmate for just looking at me the wrong way.

Seeing how helpless he is makes me smile. It's either that he is too shocked at the betrayal, or Zane really has him tamed. And I’m all sat!

“Desperate fucking loser!” Sofia nags. She pulls out her phone and start recording, grunting all the way as if I stole her pack of condom.

I ignore her bitterness, but I'm not prepared when Knox steps in front of me, big hand cups my cheek, and thumb squashes the teardrop that has escaped my eyes. It's supposed to be a harmless show, except he kisses me!

Knox fucking kisses me while his brother keeps me still for him!

“Knox…” My murmuring evaporates in a gasp when I feel something hard break through my ass and press against the meeting of my thighs!