Phil W. meets the A-Team - Two Years later final part
Title: Phil Wenneck meets the A-Team
Pairings: H/P/F/S
Rating: NC17
Warning: Twins in love making love. Foursome. Hetero stuff as well.
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“You really like Stephanie, do you?” Hannibal asked matter of fact into Face’s hair after they’d spent almost two hours pleasuring each other, making each other come twice to forget the awful mission they’d just gone through for the last three days.
Face snorted, “Come on Boss, you jealous?” and he looked up lazily to see a frown on the Colonel’s forehead.
“Well…” Hannibal lit a cigar and pulled at it several times, letting the smoke out slowly from his mouth and nose while Face was staring at him curiously, one hand drawing gentle circles across the Boss’ stomach.
“You seemed to rather enjoy the… the act…” the Colonel said gruffly, avoiding his lover’s gaze.
Face sighed. He thought they’d discussed the subject properly before they made that deal with Phil, but obviously seeing Temp with a female again did nothing good to the Colonel’s possessive streak. “You knew this had to happen to not lose Phil,” he whispered under his breath, not looking at Hannibal either, feeling somehow guilty for enjoying the fuck with Steph so much. “And I still…” He sighed again, not really knowing how to explain himself.
Hannibal’s index finger moved up and down Face’s spine, making him purr like a cat. “You still like to fuck women…” the Boss muttered like to himself.
Face sat up abruptly, staring his commander down, upset. “No, Boss. Not women in general. You should know that!” He combed his hand through his hair in the twins’ habitual gesture. “Just her. She’s part of the deal and my sis’ in law, and I intend to keep my brother as close as possible and that involves the fact of making her feel good.” He stood, not knowing where the sudden anger came from.
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the Colonel speechless. Hannibal heard him rummage in the fridge. After a few moments he came back, biting into a piece of cold pizza, bottle of orange juice in the other hand.
“It’s…” He sat down cross legged on the bed again, out of reach for the Colonel. “It was you who told me that she was throwing odd glances my way, remember?” He munched the pizza down hungrily.
Hannibal observed his XO, loving the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he was swallowing. When Face was finished eating, the Boss grinned broadly at him and Face couldn’t suppress his own grin either, anger subsiding, asking, “What?” sipping the juice and dripping a few drops onto his chest. The Colonel sat up as well, leaned forward and licked the stray drops away from the bare skin of his Lieutenant, admitting, “You’re right.”
Face chuckled, put the bottle on the floor and fell down onto his back again, pulling the Colonel with him, “So what do we do about this then, Boss?”
“I have no idea, Lieutenant.” Hannibal felt the intense need to fuck his XO again. Three days of not touching always had that effect on him.
That’s when Face’s phone rang.
They knew that it was Phil due to the personal ring tone they’d chosen together just for him, and Face took the call immediately.
“Hey, bro!” he said huskily, rubbing himself against the Boss, who muttered a “hey” as well.
“You finally back? We were worried!” Phil sounded it. “You all okay?”
“Yeah…just…”
“…a little distracted…” Hannibal sighed into the cell. “Turn your webcam on, babe, wanna make you sweat.”
Face reached over to their equipment and fumbled with it, loving the tone of voice the Colonel had developed just for Phil.
After a few moments they saw each other on their big screens, waving.
“Oh fuck, guys, you look like you’re on round three or something,” Phil chuckled and pulled a still clothed Steph towards him on the bed. He was covered with a thin bed sheet only and Face could already make out his erection.
“You got that right, kid,” Hannibal admitted, letting his eyes travel across Phil’s naked torso, licking his lips.
“Hey sis’ in law,” Face grinned broadly into their camera and a somewhat hesitant, “Hey Temp,” was whispered back.
“Stephie,” Phil turned her towards him, kissing her sloppily and then pulled her shirt over her head, “Don’t be shy. We’ll introduce to you the skill of cyber love making.” He cupped her bra covered breasts with his hands and massaged slowly, turning her towards their camera so they were both on proper display.
A little moan from Face let Hannibal pull him closer and bite his neck possessively in the other room across the States.
Phil slowly moved up Steph’s skirt, revealing beautiful long smooth legs and Face just couldn’t help but mutter, “Gorgeous.” He settled against Hannibal’s hard chest with his back, spread his own legs just a little, turned his head slightly to lick at the Colonel’s jaw.
Hannibal sighed. He certainly had to get used to this. As much as he had been okay with the idea when they’d discussed it, as uncomfortable his body felt when Stephanie was with them, this just being the second time, didn’t really help much. But he was determined to keep his boys. He just needed to focus on them, not on the female who was now part of the deal.
“John,” Phil’s bed room voice came very clear over the speakers, filled with so much lust that Hannibal wanted to come from the sound alone. “You ready to pleasure Temp for me?”
Both Face and Hannibal groaned at the choice of words. And even though they’d come twice already, Face’s cock got very interested again when Hannibal’s hands ever so slowly moved up his inner thighs, he spread them a little, rubbing his own hands across the Boss’ strong legs.
“Of course, babe,” Hannibal said seductively, biting Face’s ear, “Tell me what to do.”
Steph settled against her husband the same way, her back against his chest, her legs spread and thrown over his, her skirt up towards her waist, a wet patch forming in the middle of her panties.
Phil started to caress her exactly on that wet spot with his finger tips of one hand, the other on one of her breasts, slipping beneath her bra.
But even though his brain was foggy with want, his body used to make love to all three of the people involved, he could see how uncomfortable Hannibal was and also how turned on his brother was. He needed to do something about this.
“Colonel, I want you to knead his balls gently and fist his beautiful shaft with your wonderfully big hands,” Phil instructed, used to the game, loving the signs of relaxation on Hannibal’s face. “Close your eyes and feel him for me…feel me.” Phil swallowed, moving his fingertips beneath Steph’s panties, marvelling in the hot wetness. He realized how she suppressed a sigh and murmured into her ear, “you’re the best hon, we’ll figure this out soon.”
He saw how Face had his eyes open, grinning at them, flicking his gaze from Phil to Steph and back, thrusting ever so slightly into the Boss’ hand, rotating his hips a little. “Fuck, John’s getting hard again already,” he groaned, pressing his hands on top of Hannibal’s, making his pressure increase.
“You feel his gorgeous big cock against your back, bro?” Phil asked knowingly, slipping wet material of thin underwear aside, burying two of his fingers deeply into Steph. She bucked her hips and pulled his other hand up to her mouth, sucking Phil’s thumb into it eagerly to suppress the needy little noise she was about to make. She understood the plan of the twins immediately. Hannibal didn’t feel comfortable with her in the game yet. She sensed that. She didn’t feel comfortable with him around either at first, but she started to recognize what the brother’s saw in the strong, tall leader. He was gorgeous, just as the other two. Sucking Phil’s thumb, squeezing her inner muscles around his long fingers expertly, she formed her own plan.
“Fuck Phil,” Face groaned, “John’s leaking our favourite juice...”
Hannibal chuckled into his ear, but for Phil to hear as well, “You two are just too much for an old man.” He lazily pressed his and Face’s bodies together, finding the friction he so loved. “Phil, keep talking,” he ordered, licking Face’s neck in broad stripes. The younger man craned it to give him better access.
When the teacher started to talk again, it was in French. Hannibal thrust violently against Face’s back at that and grabbed his balls and cock much more firmly. Face groaned, enjoying the increased power and answered his brother just as fluently, using dirty words in his second language.
Steph lightly bit Phil’s thump, letting her tongue dance around it, sucking it into her mouth even more. Her husband’s hot breath ghosting across her skin while he spoke in a husky, low voice. She had locked gazes with Face, freeing herself from her bra and caressing her erect nipples, pinching and rolling them.
Face’s breath hitched and he mirrored her action, giving some intense attention to his own hard nubs.
Phil thought his brain would short circuit. Face flicking his own nipples, the Boss pumping his dick, squeezing his balls rhythmically eyes closed, lost to the sensation, rocking faster and faster against his brother, all for Phil on big screen, he felt his climax build in the depths of his stomach. He lifted Steph a little, she cooperated fast, pulling her panties aside and let herself sink onto his hard shaft.
There were loud moans filling the rooms along with gasped dirty French words. Steph licked her lips continuously while Phil was busy with stroking her swollen clit and her nipples all for Face on display. He moved against the Boss and into his fist in the same rhythm as Steph was riding her husband.
“Fuck kids…oh FUCK!” Hannibal’s voice was almost a roar and all Face could think about was: large hands and large cock and a fucking blinding, wonderful orgasm, brought on for a miraculous third time by the Boss gasping in his ear, “my twi…twins, come…OH FUCKING HELL! Come for me!!” Face felt hot fluid hit his backside just as he spent himself all over his front in long spurts of semen.
Phil had thrown his head back and pressed Steph’s light form against his, pulsing his own load into her, caressing her clit until she was too sensitive after shaking and grasping his shaft with her intoxicating heat.
“Awesome.” She was the first to speak. It just slipped out. She had been silent for so long and it had been so hard, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Hannibal’s eyes flew open in shock. He’d totally forgotten about her.
Face immediately turned and devoured him with a lazy, loving kiss, smearing his come all over their bellies. He felt Hannibal relax and his hands roam across Face’s back until he chuckled into the kiss and broke it, “Sorry Stephanie. I have a one track mind.”
“That’s okay, John,” she smiled back over the connection, “Me too.”
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“Next time…next time I wanna watch you two do it together.”
Steph clearly remembered what she’d said. It had run in circles in her head for days now. While she got Phil Junior from school, while she took walks with Tracy and the little ones, while she lay in the bathtub on her own, enjoying the quiet while both Phils were at school.
She felt perverted but totally excited at the same time. She couldn’t believe her luck. The guys had accepted her into their male threesome, and Temp was as attentive to her as her husband was. And he was so much stronger. She could imagine how he’d top Phil.
She giggled girlishly. Thinking in those terms made her both nervous but incredibly aroused as well. She’d never thought about man on man sex before, but ever since she caught the three sexy men on her and Phil’s bed, she couldn’t shake the incredibly shocking but hot image. It was burned into her brain.
She wondered when they’d have the possibility to meet again. The soldiers had a terribly tight schedule and often their chats were platonic since they only had the chance to call from a mission to report that they were all well.
Steph and Phil didn’t allow themselves to worry. They just had to trust the team’s skills in the battle field. One evening when they sat on the porch, kids already asleep, she begged her husband to tell him about their three men love making sessions. He got that wicked gleam in his eye and pulled her closer on the big swing, caressing her gently while talking very fondly about his two other lovers, and what they’d been up to during the years.
She’d slipped her slender fingers into his shorts, wrapped them around his growing erection while he was talking and brought him off very skilfully. When he was silent for a few moments, his nose in her hair, panting heavily, Steph rubbed her come covered hand between her legs. The tales had made her all swollen and dripping with need.
“We…we need to do something about…” she massaged her husband’s hot sticky fluid across her highly sensitive clit.
“For the moment we need to do something about this,” Phil moved down between her legs, ripped her panties off and buried his nose into her pubic hair, inhaling. Then his tongue drove deep into her without hesitation and she pressed herself against him, moaning, “yesssss please…” Phil swirled his tongue luxuriously inside and sucked her sweet juice out of her, then expertly licked and teased her clit. She was already throbbing and pulsing like mad, fingers stroking through his wild curls, when he murmured, “The image of Temp and me makes you hot like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yeahh, Phil, PLEASE!” Steph squirmed and begged silently for release, convinced her husband exactly knew the trick of how to do that.
“You want me to show Temp how to bring you off like this, honey?” Phil muttered huskily, wickedly. His hands had moved up to her breasts, pinching her nipples just right.
“Hell, YES!” she bucked against him, waiting for the tip of his tongue to just go there, shuddering in anticipation, but whispering anyway, “I…I want…want…Oh Phil…” He flicked his tongue over the tiny nub on her clit faster and faster, alternating the touch with tiny kisses, loving the fact that he was able to totally undo her, “wanna… see you lick…lick his slit like, OH FUCK! THA…nggggg”
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“I wanna watch the three of you fuck.”
Finally. Finally Steph was able to whisper those few words. It had been so terribly long since they all last met. Cyber sex just wasn’t the same, even though it was fun and she learned a lot.
It was Mr. Wenneck’s Christmas school break and Colonel Smith’s unit had actually, and for real, the first time off for Christmas ever since they served together. So a big family reunion was planned, in the true sense of the word.
Phil Junior couldn’t wait to see his uncles again either. He’d already chatted with Murdock and BA how they’d go and watch “Fast and Furious” in the theatre together and after that, of course, there had to be a trip to MacDonald’s.
“You know mom, Uncle Temp and dad can drink a beer together and catch up with their childhood news, they probably won’t be interested in a movie like that, won’t they?”
Steph had laughed at the logic of her son and was incredibly relieved that she didn’t have to come up with an excuse of how to get the kid out of the house for a few hours. The little Princess would be with Tracy and Doug for the afternoon anyway since they were very fond of her.
“Uncle John probably wants to read the newspaper rather than join us to the theatre,” Phil Junior had concluded. Hannibal had ruffled his hair and agreed to that, winking at the kid. So off they went in the van. Before that Murdock grinned at the four remaining people very knowingly, whispering to Steph, “We’ll make it as long as possible.”
She kissed him on the cheek, “You’re an angle.”
“Yes, of course, honey, angel of the Holy Night,” he giggled and was gone.
She’d locked the door, her heart hammering in her chest, her skin all tingly, stomach full of butterflies.
Hannibal was just slapping both Phil and Face on their pretty asses with the newspaper he still held in his hand.
“You prefer to go read the newspaper, old man?” Phil teased and was pinned to the wall instantly by a very eager Colonel.
“This old man will show you who’s got more stamina, Professor.” He bit forcefully into the soft skin of the teacher’s neck, wanting to mark him so badly.
“Hey Beautiful,” Face took Steph into his arms and kissed her gently hello. “I enjoyed seeing you on screen.” His hands went up into her hair, undoing her ponytail, then sliding gently down her back, cupping her ass appreciatively, pressing her soft breasts against his hard chest.
“Likewise,” she smiled, grabbing for his hard biceps, the only difference to her husband’s physical attributes, and they kissed gently.
“Hey bro.” Along with Steph’s subtle lips and tongue, Face was suddenly treated to another pair of warm lips, biting his ear lobe, a scruffy chin scratching along the side of his neck. He broke the kiss with Steph and slightly turned his head to greet his twin properly. Tongues touched, then mouths instantly melted together completely in a searing, all consuming kiss.
Face had his one hand up in Phil’s hair but still pressed Steph against his own body. She felt her insides melt by watching the twins kiss like that. Her nipples hardened, her bra got unbearable tight all of a sudden.
Two large hands were laid hesitantly onto her hips from behind and an uncertain voice murmured deeply into her ear, “Hey Stephanie.” She pulled her glance away from the sight of the twins kissing, turned a little and looked up into that pair of intense silver-blue eyes, smiling somewhat uncertain herself, “Hey John.”
It was a very awkward moment between them. They stared at each other while Steph saw out of the corner of her eye that Phil was already unbuttoning Face’s shirt. She felt Face’s hand glide boldly between her thighs and rubbed herself shamelessly against it, licking her lips while doing so. Eyes locked with the Colonel’s.
What would he do? It was all up to him. She was open - literally - for everything.
After one of the online sessions she’d admitted to Phil that she found the tall silver fox incredibly sexy as well. She was in awe with the way he always indulgedFace. Sometimes tender, sometimes rough. She knew it all.
“You want to feel that large cock too, Stephie?” her husband had asked her in an odd voice, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t really read.
“Hey!” she’d giggled at him, “You are not jealous, are you?” She’d straddled him and tickled him mercilessly, “You have no right to be jealous, Mr. Wenneck, you hear me?”
He’d laughed a little sheepishly, grabbed her fast fingers and kissed each in an attempt to apologize, “No I haven’t, you’re right.” He then licked her palm and had added in a low, defeated voice, “I am, anyway.”
She’d sighed and shook her head sadly, “but you’re okay with me and Face having sex?”
“That’s something else,” he’d admitted.
“How’s that something else?” she’d asked curiously, determined to find a solution to that.
“He’s family.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Phil,” she’d pointed out.
Just when he was about to answer, the phone rang and Face was calling, feeling lonely since the Boss was in an all day long meeting. They’d told him the problem, asking him if he’d be jealous as well.
He’d considered it for a few moments then answered thoughtfully, “Bro, we can’t be jealous, baby. If this has to work properly Steph must have the right to…” they heard him swallow on the other end of the line, “…to be fucked by the Boss as well.” He sighed loudly, “but I think he’s…he’s never had a woman so maybe he won’t be interested anyway.”
Her expression fell a little but then she got a grip on herself, saying, “That’s okay, you two are more than enough. It’s okay, really, love you guys. All right?”
The twins had sighed simultaneously in relief and she again shook her head at the oddness of the situation, but promised herself she wouldn’t ask for more than she already got. It was like a miracle anyway.
So now she still stood there, gaze locked with the super alpha male, while two eager twins were already undressing each other.
John suddenly bent and kissed her on the lips. A chaste tiny touch, but he was smiling and winking at her. She thought she saw some uncertainty in his eyes, so she smiled back, caressed his stubbly cheek and said the sentence she wanted to say in the first place anyway.
“I wanna watch the three of you fuck.”
She felt three pairs of eyes looking at her surprised and she grinned at them in turn, managed to grab three strong hands into her two small ones and pulled them towards the bedroom. “Ever since you told us you’d come over for Christmas, this has been my wish.”
Once in the bedroom she let them go and let herself fall into the big armchair that stood opposite of their big bed.
“Really?” Face asked, kneeling in front of her while Hannibal and Phil were already all over each other, undressing frantically.
“Really,” she caressed Temp’s face gently, “I missed out on that the first time I saw you together because I was so shocked and freaked.”
He chuckled and appreciatively massaged her breasts, loving the soft curves, “Can I at least undress you?” He’d already unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled her blouse out, his long fingers sliding beneath it and expertly undoing her bra, all the while fixing her with her husband’s aroused stare.
She licked her lips, still in awe at how similar the brothers were and got lost in those blue orbs. “You already are,” she whispered, shuddering when his callused palms rubbed across her hard nipples. He grinned and she pulled him towards her with the chain of his dog tags. His kiss was much harder than Phil’s, more demanding. She could feel that, even though he was gay, he still was very skilful with a woman. Her blouse and bra were gone in an instant, so were her jeans.
A loud groan from behind them interrupted them and they both stared at the bed. Phil was fully naked on all fours and an equally naked Boss prepared him with his fingers, kneeling behind him, eyes closed and a very concentrated expression on his face, then a frown.
Phil sighed deeply, “Finally, John,” and wriggled his ass, pressing himself onto the two digits.
Hannibal moved over him in a very possessive gesture, still frowning, “You are not… what have you…?”
Face suddenly grinned at Steph and she grinned back at him and nodded, mouthing, “bed side drawer.”
Phil groaned, “John, don’t stop, please. Steph just helped me out a little,” he panted, wanting Hannibal to move into him again.
Face had padded towards the mentioned furniture, unlocked it and gasped. “Holy fuck! Look at these! ” He pulled out two dildos. A really large one and a smaller one.
Phil actually blushed. Face walked over to him and kissed him forcefully. Hannibal had relaxed and showered Phil’s back with tiny kisses, then looking up when Face sat on the bed beside him, comparing the Boss’ huge erection and the matching dildo.
“I thought it might be the right size.” Steph came over and reached for the two sex toys, taking them from Face and laying them aside, then starting to unbuckle his belt since he was the only one still half dressed.
“ You bought those?” Hannibal and Face asked in identical surprised voices.
“Well,” her fingers were shaking while unzipping Face’s pants, she kept rubbing across his front now and then, making him groan. “Phil always looked so lost when he watched you two going at it.”
“One day she suddenly…John, please keep movin’…she suddenly lubed me up and…”
“He came as soon as I put that thing into him. I…I love doing it, though,” she admitted.
During the awkward conversation, Face finally had gotten rid off all of his clothes. He still stared at the dildos, then at his own iron hard cock and back, “You impress me, woman.”
“Thank you.” She grinned playfully and added, “give me those,” then she snatched the dildos from his hands and fell back onto her chair, fixing them with her stare.
“Ready for the real deal then, baby?” Hannibal finally found his voice, all aroused and husky and needy, desperate to fuck Phil finally.
“Wait,” Face interrupted again, searching for the lube in the drawer and held out something else to Phil, “I think the Boss would love for you to wear these as well.”
“Oh God, come on!” As soon as Face had slipped Phil’s shades on his twin’s nose, Hannibal had pulled the teacher towards him, leaned against the cushions they’d put up against the wall and positioned Phil over his cock, pressing the tip against the slippery entry. “You ready, sweetheart?”
“Oh God, John, more than…please!” And he impaled himself on the large cock slowly, smiling at Steph very grateful.
She gasped loudly at the sight, she was addicted to this. She knew it. She stared at her husband fucking himself on the Colonel’s cock, his own dick hard and proud and his balls drawn up. Hannibal reached for that beautiful cock, fisting it roughly and Face, who had only watched as well, mesmerized, finally licked his lips and bent forward, focused on those pearls of white cream that were leaking out of the tip of Phil’s cock.
“Lick it, Temp.” The words were out of Steph’s mouth before she could think about it. She buried the large dildo deep into herself, sitting in the chair, her legs apart slightly, and matched the thrusts with the rhythm Phil had set with the Boss. She caressed her nipples with the tip of the smaller dildo, making them rock hard, but when Face flicked out his tongue to lick at Phil’s slit, she rubbed the smaller dildo against the sensitive nub of her clit and gasped along with Phil and Face who moaned loudly.
“Fuck, brother, you taste heavenly,” Face lasciviously flicked the tip of his tongue into that seed producing cleft.
“Fuck!” Phil bucked into the touch and then let himself be pulled back into a very hard inward stroke. The Boss was hitting his gland now with every thrust and he fisted his cock so, so right. “Missed you so, mi…missed you so,” Phil was almost sobbing, pushing up into that intoxicating, delicious moist, hot and powerful cavern that was his brother’s mouth, and then back onto that cock, the cock no dildo could make up for. John’s big, hard, smooth, pulsing and pushing manhood, his large hands possessively on Phil’s ribs and around his shaft.
The Boss was growling, “Mine,” into the teacher’s ear and Phil loved Face’s laboured breath around his dick, sucking him off, drinking his juice that was flowing out of him in spurts and spurts of exquisite white hot release with each load of Hannibal’s semen that spurted against his prostate. They were groaning and trying to kiss in that awkward angle, Phil fisting the back of the sofa, not aware of anything else anymore around him.
Steph was shuddering and clenching around the fake dick inside her. The sight of the three men like that, joined and locked together, was something she’d certainly need to see more often. She kept muttering, “guys oh guys you’re so beautifu…ful…” through her orgasm. Her eyes flicked from Phil and Hannibal licking each others’ mouths, towards Face who had grabbed his own leaking dick in a desperate grip, yanking what must be painfully at his shaft while still sucking his brother dry.
“Oh God, let me help you with that, baby,” Steph let the dildos slide away and positioned herself beneath her brother in law. She let him bump the tip of his dick against her mouth so he’d notice that she was there. He gratefully, muttered a little, “Oh yeah,” before going at his task again. Steph opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked that gorgeous cock head in, swirling her tongue around it, trying to tease the slit just as she had seen Face doing to Phil. She put one of her hands onto Face’s, to learn his rhythm, and massaged her still sensitive clit with the tip of her middle finger in the same way. Soon she saw stars when Face’s bittersweet juice hit her taste buds. She loved to suck Phil off, so she had no problem swallowing his brother’s come. It did taste a tiny bit different, though.
Face collapsed beside her on the floor, leaning against the mattress, panting, “Thank you,” and kissed her again lazily. His hands all over her. She mirrored the action, lingering on his tattoo and the dog tags, humming into his mouth.
“You taste wonderfully like him,” she giggled and he smiled at her, murmuring, “wicked,” back at her.
There was shuffling on the bed and the other two men joined them on the floor, teasing each other, “You can’t fall asleep, Colonel.”
“You can’t fall asleep, your Junior will be back any minute,” Hannibal sighed, searching for his jeans in the big pile of discarded clothes.
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A/N: Dear readers. I am absolutely not sure about this whole scene. So please have mercy if it feels awkward.
A few days later
“Hey babe.”
“Hey yourself.”
The two brothers met in the middle of Phil’s living room. It was after midnight and the house was quiet. (Except the odd noise that came out of BA and Murdock’s room now and then.) The lights on the huge Christmas tree and the low music still playing gave the room a very comforting atmosphere.
The twins just stood there and hugged for a few moments, then slowly started to move to the music, looking each other in the eye. Face stroked a stray lock out of Phil’s forehead. Phil ever so lightly caressed his brother’s scruffy jaw with his thumb. “I’m so glad you all could make it this Christmas,” he murmured, his other hand moving up and down the soldier’s muscular back.
“So am I.” Face took Phil’s face into his hands and brushed his lips ever so lightly against slightly parted ones. A deep sigh greeted the gentle gesture, Phil’s eyes closed briefly but opened again. He just couldn’t get enough of staring into the blue orbs opposite him and he smiled. Face smiled back, his fingers twirling his brother’s curls at the base of his neck.
They moved a few rounds, gazes locked, groins pressed together. Not fully hard yet but again getting there. Face started to chuckle and whispered under his breath, “I know what you’re thinking.”
“You do?”
“Isn’t it totally narcissistic and selfish to be in love with a person who looks exactly like one’s self?” The question was accompanied with Face’s index finger stroking across Phil’s lips.
Phil darted out his tongue and licked the digit, grinning and nodding, “Well, isn’t it?”
“Probably,” Face pulled his finger away and stroked both hands through his twin’s hair, marvelling in the softness of it. “But I don’t care. I love you babe.” And he pulled the other man close, devouring him hungrily, still guiding him in the rhythm of the music.
Phil grabbed his brother’s neck and let his hand slide down the whole length of that sinfully strong body until it rested on his ass. He pressed them together. Moans mingled with the ongoing kiss.
Steph sighed. She’d watched the two for a few moments, coming out of the Princess’ room who had finally fallen asleep. She couldn’t and didn’t want to tear her eyes away from the erotic sight.
Phil broke the kiss to pull Face’s sweater over his head, letting his hands roam across the broad chest, bending to kiss it. Both still turning and moving to the music. Face’s hands carded through his brother’s curls. He really seemed obsessed with them. Then his fingers managed to pull Phil’s shirt from his pants and also over his head. Again they locked gazes. Blue eyes turning dark with lust.
“Love you too, Temp,” Phil said huskily.
“Aren’t they absolutely beautiful?” a rough, low voice beside her ear startled Steph. A large hand on her hip made her turn towards that intoxicating voice. Hannibal was looking down, right into her eyes.
“Yes they are,” she whispered back in awe. She felt herself pulled against the tall man. Her back against his front. His arms sliding around her waist.
“Let’s watch them together.”
Steph was a bit surprised at the Colonel’s action and asked lowly, “You don’t wanna join?”
“Na, let them have their moment.”
She felt his arms tighten around her and a kiss was pressed into her hair. She gasped and turned her head slowly, trying to look into the much taller man’s eyes. But he’d fixed them onto the scene in front of them.
Both men were kissing again. Passionately, hungrily. Their hands had moved beneath each others’ waistbands. They were squeezing their asses, chests rubbing together, tongues plunging deeply into each others’ mouths.
Hannibal groaned and then she felt his lips against the side of her neck, his hands hesitantly sliding towards her breasts. She laid her own hands onto his and held her breath while trying to catch his gaze again. This time the sharp silver eyes focused on her and the Colonel whispered, “I’m willing to try this, Stephanie, but please be patient with me.”
“Oh my god, John,” she gasped and bit her lip, uncertain if she should kiss him or not. “Of…of course…” She swallowed, not sure what to do but moved his big hands upwards, let him feel the difference between her and the men he loved so much.
He clearly wasn’t very confident in touching her and she’d never seen him so hesitant when he had one of his boys in his arms. She closed her eyes briefly and gasped. The tall, very male, very strong Colonel really seemed to be a virgin when it came to women. She promised to do her best to convince him at least about herself. They needed their tight circle to be closed and absolutely secure. She was truly touched that the twin’s alpha male was willing to give it a try with her.
“Let’s watch,” she whispered again and pulled him with her, towards the sofa. Phil and Face had moved onto it, undressing each other as slowly as they dared, savouring each moment.
She leaned onto the back of the couch with her elbows, so close to Phil that he actually brushed his lips very briefly against hers and Face winked at her from his position on his back. Then the twins pulled each other’s briefs down and their erections sprung free.
The scene was erotic as hell and Steph was so grateful when she felt big hands move beneath her skirt, caressing her ass lightly. “I won’t break, John,” she whispered and felt his throaty chuckle in her ear. She changed her stance and moved her legs a bit further apart, took one of his hands and pressed it against the soaked spot of her panties.
“Oh,” he muttered but instantly rubbed at it and she gasped, pulling the offending garment down and stepping out of it.
Phil and Face had lubed each other up in the meantime with lots of oil and saliva. Phil moved his hands all over his brother’s scarred, tanned skin. Slow, mapping it out, trying to ingrain each tiny inch into his brain. “You are so very beautiful, baby,” he sighed and finally let his hand slide across Face’s erection, his drawn up balls and started to prepare his brother with two slick fingers, moving steadily in and out of the willing entrance.
Face had a blissed out expression on his face and teased his nipples with his index fingers. He opened his eyes at one point, locked gazes with Hannibal and started to moan, “Fuck me, oh god, please Phil, get your cock in me, finally.”
Steph felt the overwhelming need to be fucked too, all swollen and open. She wasn’t sure what would happen now. The Colonel’s hands rubbed her thighs but nothing else. “John, please?” she dared to beg. Nothing happened except that Phil breached his brother carefully. Both men moaned and then gasped and panted when they found their rhythm, Face pulling the teacher as close as possible.
Steph tried to turn and look at the normally so intense and powerful man behind her. He was panting heavily, staring at the two men before them, sweat gathering on his forehead. She swallowed, a sad knot forming in her throat. Again she tried, “John?”
“Boss, please?” Face gasped between thrusts.
And suddenly Steph felt a big hard length slide into her without warning. But she was so wet from the arousing love making in front of her, that she didn’t mind and gave a guttural, animal like sound. The Boss felt absolutely as powerful as she always thought. “Oh god, thank you, John,” she sobbed, squeezing her inner muscles to welcome him in.
Hannibal bent over her and grabbed her tightly, “Sorry, sorry, I was…” He inhaled and then started to move carefully, “I thought…Oh Stephanie you feel…unbelievable hot…” A few more strokes, with more confidence this time. She held herself steady, grabbing the back of the sofa, totally mesmerized by the brothers in front of her. They drew it out, mapped their bodies. Phil not moving at all, just their hands caressing.
Then they changed positions, Phil falling onto his back, his cock slipping out of the channel that had welcomed him. He spread his legs as best as he could, pucker on display for everyone to see, “Fuck me Temp, need to feel you, babe.”
And Face did.
And a deep growl accompanied by a very deep thrust shook her body, large hands gripping her firmly. “Oh god, yeah!” She spread her legs even more, and finally the Colonel started to fuck her in earnest. He totally matched Face’s rhythm. Rough, hard, fast, deeper and deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut but instantly opened them again. It didn’t happen very often that one was fucked at the same time as ones husband. She locked gazes with Phil and while he started to mutter, “Temp, oh Tem..p” she couldn’t help but gasp, “John” with each powerful inwards stroke.
“This…is ..diff…different, Steph…” Hannibal groaned into her ear but then sucked her neck forcefully, leaving a mark. She was in heaven, especially since Phil reached out to her and held her hand tight. His head arched back, completely lost to the sensation of being made love to.
Face panted and gasped, driving deep and to the core into his brother, but also somehow managed to capture Steph’s mouth as they were both eye to eye level.
Hannibal hissed and growled behind her, and in her haze she realized that he wasn’t holding anymore but plunged into her as he would with the boys. He moaned and his dick twitched inside her and she absolutely loved it, climax building within her soul. She was connected to the three men she learned to love and there was no better feeling in the world.
The rhythm of Face’s kiss became erratic almost at the same moment the Boss’ juice filled her and her insides twitched so forcefully that he had to hold her up and pressed against him.
Phil and Hannibal had locked gazes through their climax, eyes half closed.
Everything was absolutely surreal.
To prevent Stephanie from falling to the floor, Hannibal picked her up and carried her around the sofa, lying her down on the soft carpet and gave in to a totally new urge. He spread her legs wide and started to lick her dripping opening hungrily, tongue driving into her, around her, over her still sensitive clit. She squirmed and moaned and shook with the utmost intensity, her fingers tight in the Colonel’s short hair.
“Beautiful,” Both Phil and Face muttered in unison, already comfortable in each other’s arms on the sofa, watching the scene lazily and totally sated.
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Saying good bye hurt. As always.
They stood in a four people hug for several moments.
None of them spoke.
Then Hannibal’s cell beeped mercilessly.
It was time for the soldiers to go.
They’d already said good bye to Phil Junior and promised to visit as soon as possible again. He was up in the chopper with Murdock, asking questions and questions. BA was already on the way back having set off the previous afternoon in his van.
“Don’t worry about us, Stephie,” Face pulled her close and kissed her deeply while Hannibal and Phil shared their tender good bye kiss, touching foreheads and murmuring to each other, “I’ll miss you.”
“I…we won’t worry.” She regretfully disentangled herself from her brother in law, reaching for Phil’s little finger. Phil laid his arm around her shoulders and they exchanged partners. This time her turn with Hannibal wasn’t just a chaste kiss on each other’s cheeks. This time they kissed as deep as the twins.
Again the cell beeped and everybody pushed apart, smiles forced on their faces.
“See you on screen,” Face said huskily and abruptly turned, pulling a sighing Colonel away from the Wennecks.
“Kick some motherfuckers’ asses!” Phil yelled after them when they walked out into the sunny, snowy garden.
They waved but didn’t turn, didn’t hold hands either since Phil Junior climbed out of the chopper and ran towards his parents holding his cap, one that looked exactly like the one on Murdock’s head.
When the two soldiers were strapped in securely, the pilot took off and turned the helicopter around, letting it move in a wavy motion and then they were gone, getting tinier and tinier in the blue sky.
Steph buried her head into her husband’s chest and sighed, pressing her son against her.
She rather guessed than heard Phil’s super low, “Fuck.”
But their son took both their hands, brought them out of their sad moment with saying, “Best Christmas ever!” They nodded, smiling at him just as they heard a very demanding, “Mummyyy, Papaaa!” from inside the Princess’ bedroom.
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Inside the chopper Face only said over the intercom, “Boss, you’re the best.”
They winked at each other and Murdock just chuckled.
F I N
Pairings: H/P/F/S
Rating: NC17
Warning: Twins in love making love. Foursome. Hetero stuff as well.
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“You really like Stephanie, do you?” Hannibal asked matter of fact into Face’s hair after they’d spent almost two hours pleasuring each other, making each other come twice to forget the awful mission they’d just gone through for the last three days.
Face snorted, “Come on Boss, you jealous?” and he looked up lazily to see a frown on the Colonel’s forehead.
“Well…” Hannibal lit a cigar and pulled at it several times, letting the smoke out slowly from his mouth and nose while Face was staring at him curiously, one hand drawing gentle circles across the Boss’ stomach.
“You seemed to rather enjoy the… the act…” the Colonel said gruffly, avoiding his lover’s gaze.
Face sighed. He thought they’d discussed the subject properly before they made that deal with Phil, but obviously seeing Temp with a female again did nothing good to the Colonel’s possessive streak. “You knew this had to happen to not lose Phil,” he whispered under his breath, not looking at Hannibal either, feeling somehow guilty for enjoying the fuck with Steph so much. “And I still…” He sighed again, not really knowing how to explain himself.
Hannibal’s index finger moved up and down Face’s spine, making him purr like a cat. “You still like to fuck women…” the Boss muttered like to himself.
Face sat up abruptly, staring his commander down, upset. “No, Boss. Not women in general. You should know that!” He combed his hand through his hair in the twins’ habitual gesture. “Just her. She’s part of the deal and my sis’ in law, and I intend to keep my brother as close as possible and that involves the fact of making her feel good.” He stood, not knowing where the sudden anger came from.
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the Colonel speechless. Hannibal heard him rummage in the fridge. After a few moments he came back, biting into a piece of cold pizza, bottle of orange juice in the other hand.
“It’s…” He sat down cross legged on the bed again, out of reach for the Colonel. “It was you who told me that she was throwing odd glances my way, remember?” He munched the pizza down hungrily.
Hannibal observed his XO, loving the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he was swallowing. When Face was finished eating, the Boss grinned broadly at him and Face couldn’t suppress his own grin either, anger subsiding, asking, “What?” sipping the juice and dripping a few drops onto his chest. The Colonel sat up as well, leaned forward and licked the stray drops away from the bare skin of his Lieutenant, admitting, “You’re right.”
Face chuckled, put the bottle on the floor and fell down onto his back again, pulling the Colonel with him, “So what do we do about this then, Boss?”
“I have no idea, Lieutenant.” Hannibal felt the intense need to fuck his XO again. Three days of not touching always had that effect on him.
That’s when Face’s phone rang.
They knew that it was Phil due to the personal ring tone they’d chosen together just for him, and Face took the call immediately.
“Hey, bro!” he said huskily, rubbing himself against the Boss, who muttered a “hey” as well.
“You finally back? We were worried!” Phil sounded it. “You all okay?”
“Yeah…just…”
“…a little distracted…” Hannibal sighed into the cell. “Turn your webcam on, babe, wanna make you sweat.”
Face reached over to their equipment and fumbled with it, loving the tone of voice the Colonel had developed just for Phil.
After a few moments they saw each other on their big screens, waving.
“Oh fuck, guys, you look like you’re on round three or something,” Phil chuckled and pulled a still clothed Steph towards him on the bed. He was covered with a thin bed sheet only and Face could already make out his erection.
“You got that right, kid,” Hannibal admitted, letting his eyes travel across Phil’s naked torso, licking his lips.
“Hey sis’ in law,” Face grinned broadly into their camera and a somewhat hesitant, “Hey Temp,” was whispered back.
“Stephie,” Phil turned her towards him, kissing her sloppily and then pulled her shirt over her head, “Don’t be shy. We’ll introduce to you the skill of cyber love making.” He cupped her bra covered breasts with his hands and massaged slowly, turning her towards their camera so they were both on proper display.
A little moan from Face let Hannibal pull him closer and bite his neck possessively in the other room across the States.
Phil slowly moved up Steph’s skirt, revealing beautiful long smooth legs and Face just couldn’t help but mutter, “Gorgeous.” He settled against Hannibal’s hard chest with his back, spread his own legs just a little, turned his head slightly to lick at the Colonel’s jaw.
Hannibal sighed. He certainly had to get used to this. As much as he had been okay with the idea when they’d discussed it, as uncomfortable his body felt when Stephanie was with them, this just being the second time, didn’t really help much. But he was determined to keep his boys. He just needed to focus on them, not on the female who was now part of the deal.
“John,” Phil’s bed room voice came very clear over the speakers, filled with so much lust that Hannibal wanted to come from the sound alone. “You ready to pleasure Temp for me?”
Both Face and Hannibal groaned at the choice of words. And even though they’d come twice already, Face’s cock got very interested again when Hannibal’s hands ever so slowly moved up his inner thighs, he spread them a little, rubbing his own hands across the Boss’ strong legs.
“Of course, babe,” Hannibal said seductively, biting Face’s ear, “Tell me what to do.”
Steph settled against her husband the same way, her back against his chest, her legs spread and thrown over his, her skirt up towards her waist, a wet patch forming in the middle of her panties.
Phil started to caress her exactly on that wet spot with his finger tips of one hand, the other on one of her breasts, slipping beneath her bra.
But even though his brain was foggy with want, his body used to make love to all three of the people involved, he could see how uncomfortable Hannibal was and also how turned on his brother was. He needed to do something about this.
“Colonel, I want you to knead his balls gently and fist his beautiful shaft with your wonderfully big hands,” Phil instructed, used to the game, loving the signs of relaxation on Hannibal’s face. “Close your eyes and feel him for me…feel me.” Phil swallowed, moving his fingertips beneath Steph’s panties, marvelling in the hot wetness. He realized how she suppressed a sigh and murmured into her ear, “you’re the best hon, we’ll figure this out soon.”
He saw how Face had his eyes open, grinning at them, flicking his gaze from Phil to Steph and back, thrusting ever so slightly into the Boss’ hand, rotating his hips a little. “Fuck, John’s getting hard again already,” he groaned, pressing his hands on top of Hannibal’s, making his pressure increase.
“You feel his gorgeous big cock against your back, bro?” Phil asked knowingly, slipping wet material of thin underwear aside, burying two of his fingers deeply into Steph. She bucked her hips and pulled his other hand up to her mouth, sucking Phil’s thumb into it eagerly to suppress the needy little noise she was about to make. She understood the plan of the twins immediately. Hannibal didn’t feel comfortable with her in the game yet. She sensed that. She didn’t feel comfortable with him around either at first, but she started to recognize what the brother’s saw in the strong, tall leader. He was gorgeous, just as the other two. Sucking Phil’s thumb, squeezing her inner muscles around his long fingers expertly, she formed her own plan.
“Fuck Phil,” Face groaned, “John’s leaking our favourite juice...”
Hannibal chuckled into his ear, but for Phil to hear as well, “You two are just too much for an old man.” He lazily pressed his and Face’s bodies together, finding the friction he so loved. “Phil, keep talking,” he ordered, licking Face’s neck in broad stripes. The younger man craned it to give him better access.
When the teacher started to talk again, it was in French. Hannibal thrust violently against Face’s back at that and grabbed his balls and cock much more firmly. Face groaned, enjoying the increased power and answered his brother just as fluently, using dirty words in his second language.
Steph lightly bit Phil’s thump, letting her tongue dance around it, sucking it into her mouth even more. Her husband’s hot breath ghosting across her skin while he spoke in a husky, low voice. She had locked gazes with Face, freeing herself from her bra and caressing her erect nipples, pinching and rolling them.
Face’s breath hitched and he mirrored her action, giving some intense attention to his own hard nubs.
Phil thought his brain would short circuit. Face flicking his own nipples, the Boss pumping his dick, squeezing his balls rhythmically eyes closed, lost to the sensation, rocking faster and faster against his brother, all for Phil on big screen, he felt his climax build in the depths of his stomach. He lifted Steph a little, she cooperated fast, pulling her panties aside and let herself sink onto his hard shaft.
There were loud moans filling the rooms along with gasped dirty French words. Steph licked her lips continuously while Phil was busy with stroking her swollen clit and her nipples all for Face on display. He moved against the Boss and into his fist in the same rhythm as Steph was riding her husband.
“Fuck kids…oh FUCK!” Hannibal’s voice was almost a roar and all Face could think about was: large hands and large cock and a fucking blinding, wonderful orgasm, brought on for a miraculous third time by the Boss gasping in his ear, “my twi…twins, come…OH FUCKING HELL! Come for me!!” Face felt hot fluid hit his backside just as he spent himself all over his front in long spurts of semen.
Phil had thrown his head back and pressed Steph’s light form against his, pulsing his own load into her, caressing her clit until she was too sensitive after shaking and grasping his shaft with her intoxicating heat.
“Awesome.” She was the first to speak. It just slipped out. She had been silent for so long and it had been so hard, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Hannibal’s eyes flew open in shock. He’d totally forgotten about her.
Face immediately turned and devoured him with a lazy, loving kiss, smearing his come all over their bellies. He felt Hannibal relax and his hands roam across Face’s back until he chuckled into the kiss and broke it, “Sorry Stephanie. I have a one track mind.”
“That’s okay, John,” she smiled back over the connection, “Me too.”
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“Next time…next time I wanna watch you two do it together.”
Steph clearly remembered what she’d said. It had run in circles in her head for days now. While she got Phil Junior from school, while she took walks with Tracy and the little ones, while she lay in the bathtub on her own, enjoying the quiet while both Phils were at school.
She felt perverted but totally excited at the same time. She couldn’t believe her luck. The guys had accepted her into their male threesome, and Temp was as attentive to her as her husband was. And he was so much stronger. She could imagine how he’d top Phil.
She giggled girlishly. Thinking in those terms made her both nervous but incredibly aroused as well. She’d never thought about man on man sex before, but ever since she caught the three sexy men on her and Phil’s bed, she couldn’t shake the incredibly shocking but hot image. It was burned into her brain.
She wondered when they’d have the possibility to meet again. The soldiers had a terribly tight schedule and often their chats were platonic since they only had the chance to call from a mission to report that they were all well.
Steph and Phil didn’t allow themselves to worry. They just had to trust the team’s skills in the battle field. One evening when they sat on the porch, kids already asleep, she begged her husband to tell him about their three men love making sessions. He got that wicked gleam in his eye and pulled her closer on the big swing, caressing her gently while talking very fondly about his two other lovers, and what they’d been up to during the years.
She’d slipped her slender fingers into his shorts, wrapped them around his growing erection while he was talking and brought him off very skilfully. When he was silent for a few moments, his nose in her hair, panting heavily, Steph rubbed her come covered hand between her legs. The tales had made her all swollen and dripping with need.
“We…we need to do something about…” she massaged her husband’s hot sticky fluid across her highly sensitive clit.
“For the moment we need to do something about this,” Phil moved down between her legs, ripped her panties off and buried his nose into her pubic hair, inhaling. Then his tongue drove deep into her without hesitation and she pressed herself against him, moaning, “yesssss please…” Phil swirled his tongue luxuriously inside and sucked her sweet juice out of her, then expertly licked and teased her clit. She was already throbbing and pulsing like mad, fingers stroking through his wild curls, when he murmured, “The image of Temp and me makes you hot like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yeahh, Phil, PLEASE!” Steph squirmed and begged silently for release, convinced her husband exactly knew the trick of how to do that.
“You want me to show Temp how to bring you off like this, honey?” Phil muttered huskily, wickedly. His hands had moved up to her breasts, pinching her nipples just right.
“Hell, YES!” she bucked against him, waiting for the tip of his tongue to just go there, shuddering in anticipation, but whispering anyway, “I…I want…want…Oh Phil…” He flicked his tongue over the tiny nub on her clit faster and faster, alternating the touch with tiny kisses, loving the fact that he was able to totally undo her, “wanna… see you lick…lick his slit like, OH FUCK! THA…nggggg”
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“I wanna watch the three of you fuck.”
Finally. Finally Steph was able to whisper those few words. It had been so terribly long since they all last met. Cyber sex just wasn’t the same, even though it was fun and she learned a lot.
It was Mr. Wenneck’s Christmas school break and Colonel Smith’s unit had actually, and for real, the first time off for Christmas ever since they served together. So a big family reunion was planned, in the true sense of the word.
Phil Junior couldn’t wait to see his uncles again either. He’d already chatted with Murdock and BA how they’d go and watch “Fast and Furious” in the theatre together and after that, of course, there had to be a trip to MacDonald’s.
“You know mom, Uncle Temp and dad can drink a beer together and catch up with their childhood news, they probably won’t be interested in a movie like that, won’t they?”
Steph had laughed at the logic of her son and was incredibly relieved that she didn’t have to come up with an excuse of how to get the kid out of the house for a few hours. The little Princess would be with Tracy and Doug for the afternoon anyway since they were very fond of her.
“Uncle John probably wants to read the newspaper rather than join us to the theatre,” Phil Junior had concluded. Hannibal had ruffled his hair and agreed to that, winking at the kid. So off they went in the van. Before that Murdock grinned at the four remaining people very knowingly, whispering to Steph, “We’ll make it as long as possible.”
She kissed him on the cheek, “You’re an angle.”
“Yes, of course, honey, angel of the Holy Night,” he giggled and was gone.
She’d locked the door, her heart hammering in her chest, her skin all tingly, stomach full of butterflies.
Hannibal was just slapping both Phil and Face on their pretty asses with the newspaper he still held in his hand.
“You prefer to go read the newspaper, old man?” Phil teased and was pinned to the wall instantly by a very eager Colonel.
“This old man will show you who’s got more stamina, Professor.” He bit forcefully into the soft skin of the teacher’s neck, wanting to mark him so badly.
“Hey Beautiful,” Face took Steph into his arms and kissed her gently hello. “I enjoyed seeing you on screen.” His hands went up into her hair, undoing her ponytail, then sliding gently down her back, cupping her ass appreciatively, pressing her soft breasts against his hard chest.
“Likewise,” she smiled, grabbing for his hard biceps, the only difference to her husband’s physical attributes, and they kissed gently.
“Hey bro.” Along with Steph’s subtle lips and tongue, Face was suddenly treated to another pair of warm lips, biting his ear lobe, a scruffy chin scratching along the side of his neck. He broke the kiss with Steph and slightly turned his head to greet his twin properly. Tongues touched, then mouths instantly melted together completely in a searing, all consuming kiss.
Face had his one hand up in Phil’s hair but still pressed Steph against his own body. She felt her insides melt by watching the twins kiss like that. Her nipples hardened, her bra got unbearable tight all of a sudden.
Two large hands were laid hesitantly onto her hips from behind and an uncertain voice murmured deeply into her ear, “Hey Stephanie.” She pulled her glance away from the sight of the twins kissing, turned a little and looked up into that pair of intense silver-blue eyes, smiling somewhat uncertain herself, “Hey John.”
It was a very awkward moment between them. They stared at each other while Steph saw out of the corner of her eye that Phil was already unbuttoning Face’s shirt. She felt Face’s hand glide boldly between her thighs and rubbed herself shamelessly against it, licking her lips while doing so. Eyes locked with the Colonel’s.
What would he do? It was all up to him. She was open - literally - for everything.
After one of the online sessions she’d admitted to Phil that she found the tall silver fox incredibly sexy as well. She was in awe with the way he always indulgedFace. Sometimes tender, sometimes rough. She knew it all.
“You want to feel that large cock too, Stephie?” her husband had asked her in an odd voice, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t really read.
“Hey!” she’d giggled at him, “You are not jealous, are you?” She’d straddled him and tickled him mercilessly, “You have no right to be jealous, Mr. Wenneck, you hear me?”
He’d laughed a little sheepishly, grabbed her fast fingers and kissed each in an attempt to apologize, “No I haven’t, you’re right.” He then licked her palm and had added in a low, defeated voice, “I am, anyway.”
She’d sighed and shook her head sadly, “but you’re okay with me and Face having sex?”
“That’s something else,” he’d admitted.
“How’s that something else?” she’d asked curiously, determined to find a solution to that.
“He’s family.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Phil,” she’d pointed out.
Just when he was about to answer, the phone rang and Face was calling, feeling lonely since the Boss was in an all day long meeting. They’d told him the problem, asking him if he’d be jealous as well.
He’d considered it for a few moments then answered thoughtfully, “Bro, we can’t be jealous, baby. If this has to work properly Steph must have the right to…” they heard him swallow on the other end of the line, “…to be fucked by the Boss as well.” He sighed loudly, “but I think he’s…he’s never had a woman so maybe he won’t be interested anyway.”
Her expression fell a little but then she got a grip on herself, saying, “That’s okay, you two are more than enough. It’s okay, really, love you guys. All right?”
The twins had sighed simultaneously in relief and she again shook her head at the oddness of the situation, but promised herself she wouldn’t ask for more than she already got. It was like a miracle anyway.
So now she still stood there, gaze locked with the super alpha male, while two eager twins were already undressing each other.
John suddenly bent and kissed her on the lips. A chaste tiny touch, but he was smiling and winking at her. She thought she saw some uncertainty in his eyes, so she smiled back, caressed his stubbly cheek and said the sentence she wanted to say in the first place anyway.
“I wanna watch the three of you fuck.”
She felt three pairs of eyes looking at her surprised and she grinned at them in turn, managed to grab three strong hands into her two small ones and pulled them towards the bedroom. “Ever since you told us you’d come over for Christmas, this has been my wish.”
Once in the bedroom she let them go and let herself fall into the big armchair that stood opposite of their big bed.
“Really?” Face asked, kneeling in front of her while Hannibal and Phil were already all over each other, undressing frantically.
“Really,” she caressed Temp’s face gently, “I missed out on that the first time I saw you together because I was so shocked and freaked.”
He chuckled and appreciatively massaged her breasts, loving the soft curves, “Can I at least undress you?” He’d already unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled her blouse out, his long fingers sliding beneath it and expertly undoing her bra, all the while fixing her with her husband’s aroused stare.
She licked her lips, still in awe at how similar the brothers were and got lost in those blue orbs. “You already are,” she whispered, shuddering when his callused palms rubbed across her hard nipples. He grinned and she pulled him towards her with the chain of his dog tags. His kiss was much harder than Phil’s, more demanding. She could feel that, even though he was gay, he still was very skilful with a woman. Her blouse and bra were gone in an instant, so were her jeans.
A loud groan from behind them interrupted them and they both stared at the bed. Phil was fully naked on all fours and an equally naked Boss prepared him with his fingers, kneeling behind him, eyes closed and a very concentrated expression on his face, then a frown.
Phil sighed deeply, “Finally, John,” and wriggled his ass, pressing himself onto the two digits.
Hannibal moved over him in a very possessive gesture, still frowning, “You are not… what have you…?”
Face suddenly grinned at Steph and she grinned back at him and nodded, mouthing, “bed side drawer.”
Phil groaned, “John, don’t stop, please. Steph just helped me out a little,” he panted, wanting Hannibal to move into him again.
Face had padded towards the mentioned furniture, unlocked it and gasped. “Holy fuck! Look at these! ” He pulled out two dildos. A really large one and a smaller one.
Phil actually blushed. Face walked over to him and kissed him forcefully. Hannibal had relaxed and showered Phil’s back with tiny kisses, then looking up when Face sat on the bed beside him, comparing the Boss’ huge erection and the matching dildo.
“I thought it might be the right size.” Steph came over and reached for the two sex toys, taking them from Face and laying them aside, then starting to unbuckle his belt since he was the only one still half dressed.
“ You bought those?” Hannibal and Face asked in identical surprised voices.
“Well,” her fingers were shaking while unzipping Face’s pants, she kept rubbing across his front now and then, making him groan. “Phil always looked so lost when he watched you two going at it.”
“One day she suddenly…John, please keep movin’…she suddenly lubed me up and…”
“He came as soon as I put that thing into him. I…I love doing it, though,” she admitted.
During the awkward conversation, Face finally had gotten rid off all of his clothes. He still stared at the dildos, then at his own iron hard cock and back, “You impress me, woman.”
“Thank you.” She grinned playfully and added, “give me those,” then she snatched the dildos from his hands and fell back onto her chair, fixing them with her stare.
“Ready for the real deal then, baby?” Hannibal finally found his voice, all aroused and husky and needy, desperate to fuck Phil finally.
“Wait,” Face interrupted again, searching for the lube in the drawer and held out something else to Phil, “I think the Boss would love for you to wear these as well.”
“Oh God, come on!” As soon as Face had slipped Phil’s shades on his twin’s nose, Hannibal had pulled the teacher towards him, leaned against the cushions they’d put up against the wall and positioned Phil over his cock, pressing the tip against the slippery entry. “You ready, sweetheart?”
“Oh God, John, more than…please!” And he impaled himself on the large cock slowly, smiling at Steph very grateful.
She gasped loudly at the sight, she was addicted to this. She knew it. She stared at her husband fucking himself on the Colonel’s cock, his own dick hard and proud and his balls drawn up. Hannibal reached for that beautiful cock, fisting it roughly and Face, who had only watched as well, mesmerized, finally licked his lips and bent forward, focused on those pearls of white cream that were leaking out of the tip of Phil’s cock.
“Lick it, Temp.” The words were out of Steph’s mouth before she could think about it. She buried the large dildo deep into herself, sitting in the chair, her legs apart slightly, and matched the thrusts with the rhythm Phil had set with the Boss. She caressed her nipples with the tip of the smaller dildo, making them rock hard, but when Face flicked out his tongue to lick at Phil’s slit, she rubbed the smaller dildo against the sensitive nub of her clit and gasped along with Phil and Face who moaned loudly.
“Fuck, brother, you taste heavenly,” Face lasciviously flicked the tip of his tongue into that seed producing cleft.
“Fuck!” Phil bucked into the touch and then let himself be pulled back into a very hard inward stroke. The Boss was hitting his gland now with every thrust and he fisted his cock so, so right. “Missed you so, mi…missed you so,” Phil was almost sobbing, pushing up into that intoxicating, delicious moist, hot and powerful cavern that was his brother’s mouth, and then back onto that cock, the cock no dildo could make up for. John’s big, hard, smooth, pulsing and pushing manhood, his large hands possessively on Phil’s ribs and around his shaft.
The Boss was growling, “Mine,” into the teacher’s ear and Phil loved Face’s laboured breath around his dick, sucking him off, drinking his juice that was flowing out of him in spurts and spurts of exquisite white hot release with each load of Hannibal’s semen that spurted against his prostate. They were groaning and trying to kiss in that awkward angle, Phil fisting the back of the sofa, not aware of anything else anymore around him.
Steph was shuddering and clenching around the fake dick inside her. The sight of the three men like that, joined and locked together, was something she’d certainly need to see more often. She kept muttering, “guys oh guys you’re so beautifu…ful…” through her orgasm. Her eyes flicked from Phil and Hannibal licking each others’ mouths, towards Face who had grabbed his own leaking dick in a desperate grip, yanking what must be painfully at his shaft while still sucking his brother dry.
“Oh God, let me help you with that, baby,” Steph let the dildos slide away and positioned herself beneath her brother in law. She let him bump the tip of his dick against her mouth so he’d notice that she was there. He gratefully, muttered a little, “Oh yeah,” before going at his task again. Steph opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked that gorgeous cock head in, swirling her tongue around it, trying to tease the slit just as she had seen Face doing to Phil. She put one of her hands onto Face’s, to learn his rhythm, and massaged her still sensitive clit with the tip of her middle finger in the same way. Soon she saw stars when Face’s bittersweet juice hit her taste buds. She loved to suck Phil off, so she had no problem swallowing his brother’s come. It did taste a tiny bit different, though.
Face collapsed beside her on the floor, leaning against the mattress, panting, “Thank you,” and kissed her again lazily. His hands all over her. She mirrored the action, lingering on his tattoo and the dog tags, humming into his mouth.
“You taste wonderfully like him,” she giggled and he smiled at her, murmuring, “wicked,” back at her.
There was shuffling on the bed and the other two men joined them on the floor, teasing each other, “You can’t fall asleep, Colonel.”
“You can’t fall asleep, your Junior will be back any minute,” Hannibal sighed, searching for his jeans in the big pile of discarded clothes.
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A/N: Dear readers. I am absolutely not sure about this whole scene. So please have mercy if it feels awkward.
A few days later
“Hey babe.”
“Hey yourself.”
The two brothers met in the middle of Phil’s living room. It was after midnight and the house was quiet. (Except the odd noise that came out of BA and Murdock’s room now and then.) The lights on the huge Christmas tree and the low music still playing gave the room a very comforting atmosphere.
The twins just stood there and hugged for a few moments, then slowly started to move to the music, looking each other in the eye. Face stroked a stray lock out of Phil’s forehead. Phil ever so lightly caressed his brother’s scruffy jaw with his thumb. “I’m so glad you all could make it this Christmas,” he murmured, his other hand moving up and down the soldier’s muscular back.
“So am I.” Face took Phil’s face into his hands and brushed his lips ever so lightly against slightly parted ones. A deep sigh greeted the gentle gesture, Phil’s eyes closed briefly but opened again. He just couldn’t get enough of staring into the blue orbs opposite him and he smiled. Face smiled back, his fingers twirling his brother’s curls at the base of his neck.
They moved a few rounds, gazes locked, groins pressed together. Not fully hard yet but again getting there. Face started to chuckle and whispered under his breath, “I know what you’re thinking.”
“You do?”
“Isn’t it totally narcissistic and selfish to be in love with a person who looks exactly like one’s self?” The question was accompanied with Face’s index finger stroking across Phil’s lips.
Phil darted out his tongue and licked the digit, grinning and nodding, “Well, isn’t it?”
“Probably,” Face pulled his finger away and stroked both hands through his twin’s hair, marvelling in the softness of it. “But I don’t care. I love you babe.” And he pulled the other man close, devouring him hungrily, still guiding him in the rhythm of the music.
Phil grabbed his brother’s neck and let his hand slide down the whole length of that sinfully strong body until it rested on his ass. He pressed them together. Moans mingled with the ongoing kiss.
Steph sighed. She’d watched the two for a few moments, coming out of the Princess’ room who had finally fallen asleep. She couldn’t and didn’t want to tear her eyes away from the erotic sight.
Phil broke the kiss to pull Face’s sweater over his head, letting his hands roam across the broad chest, bending to kiss it. Both still turning and moving to the music. Face’s hands carded through his brother’s curls. He really seemed obsessed with them. Then his fingers managed to pull Phil’s shirt from his pants and also over his head. Again they locked gazes. Blue eyes turning dark with lust.
“Love you too, Temp,” Phil said huskily.
“Aren’t they absolutely beautiful?” a rough, low voice beside her ear startled Steph. A large hand on her hip made her turn towards that intoxicating voice. Hannibal was looking down, right into her eyes.
“Yes they are,” she whispered back in awe. She felt herself pulled against the tall man. Her back against his front. His arms sliding around her waist.
“Let’s watch them together.”
Steph was a bit surprised at the Colonel’s action and asked lowly, “You don’t wanna join?”
“Na, let them have their moment.”
She felt his arms tighten around her and a kiss was pressed into her hair. She gasped and turned her head slowly, trying to look into the much taller man’s eyes. But he’d fixed them onto the scene in front of them.
Both men were kissing again. Passionately, hungrily. Their hands had moved beneath each others’ waistbands. They were squeezing their asses, chests rubbing together, tongues plunging deeply into each others’ mouths.
Hannibal groaned and then she felt his lips against the side of her neck, his hands hesitantly sliding towards her breasts. She laid her own hands onto his and held her breath while trying to catch his gaze again. This time the sharp silver eyes focused on her and the Colonel whispered, “I’m willing to try this, Stephanie, but please be patient with me.”
“Oh my god, John,” she gasped and bit her lip, uncertain if she should kiss him or not. “Of…of course…” She swallowed, not sure what to do but moved his big hands upwards, let him feel the difference between her and the men he loved so much.
He clearly wasn’t very confident in touching her and she’d never seen him so hesitant when he had one of his boys in his arms. She closed her eyes briefly and gasped. The tall, very male, very strong Colonel really seemed to be a virgin when it came to women. She promised to do her best to convince him at least about herself. They needed their tight circle to be closed and absolutely secure. She was truly touched that the twin’s alpha male was willing to give it a try with her.
“Let’s watch,” she whispered again and pulled him with her, towards the sofa. Phil and Face had moved onto it, undressing each other as slowly as they dared, savouring each moment.
She leaned onto the back of the couch with her elbows, so close to Phil that he actually brushed his lips very briefly against hers and Face winked at her from his position on his back. Then the twins pulled each other’s briefs down and their erections sprung free.
The scene was erotic as hell and Steph was so grateful when she felt big hands move beneath her skirt, caressing her ass lightly. “I won’t break, John,” she whispered and felt his throaty chuckle in her ear. She changed her stance and moved her legs a bit further apart, took one of his hands and pressed it against the soaked spot of her panties.
“Oh,” he muttered but instantly rubbed at it and she gasped, pulling the offending garment down and stepping out of it.
Phil and Face had lubed each other up in the meantime with lots of oil and saliva. Phil moved his hands all over his brother’s scarred, tanned skin. Slow, mapping it out, trying to ingrain each tiny inch into his brain. “You are so very beautiful, baby,” he sighed and finally let his hand slide across Face’s erection, his drawn up balls and started to prepare his brother with two slick fingers, moving steadily in and out of the willing entrance.
Face had a blissed out expression on his face and teased his nipples with his index fingers. He opened his eyes at one point, locked gazes with Hannibal and started to moan, “Fuck me, oh god, please Phil, get your cock in me, finally.”
Steph felt the overwhelming need to be fucked too, all swollen and open. She wasn’t sure what would happen now. The Colonel’s hands rubbed her thighs but nothing else. “John, please?” she dared to beg. Nothing happened except that Phil breached his brother carefully. Both men moaned and then gasped and panted when they found their rhythm, Face pulling the teacher as close as possible.
Steph tried to turn and look at the normally so intense and powerful man behind her. He was panting heavily, staring at the two men before them, sweat gathering on his forehead. She swallowed, a sad knot forming in her throat. Again she tried, “John?”
“Boss, please?” Face gasped between thrusts.
And suddenly Steph felt a big hard length slide into her without warning. But she was so wet from the arousing love making in front of her, that she didn’t mind and gave a guttural, animal like sound. The Boss felt absolutely as powerful as she always thought. “Oh god, thank you, John,” she sobbed, squeezing her inner muscles to welcome him in.
Hannibal bent over her and grabbed her tightly, “Sorry, sorry, I was…” He inhaled and then started to move carefully, “I thought…Oh Stephanie you feel…unbelievable hot…” A few more strokes, with more confidence this time. She held herself steady, grabbing the back of the sofa, totally mesmerized by the brothers in front of her. They drew it out, mapped their bodies. Phil not moving at all, just their hands caressing.
Then they changed positions, Phil falling onto his back, his cock slipping out of the channel that had welcomed him. He spread his legs as best as he could, pucker on display for everyone to see, “Fuck me Temp, need to feel you, babe.”
And Face did.
And a deep growl accompanied by a very deep thrust shook her body, large hands gripping her firmly. “Oh god, yeah!” She spread her legs even more, and finally the Colonel started to fuck her in earnest. He totally matched Face’s rhythm. Rough, hard, fast, deeper and deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut but instantly opened them again. It didn’t happen very often that one was fucked at the same time as ones husband. She locked gazes with Phil and while he started to mutter, “Temp, oh Tem..p” she couldn’t help but gasp, “John” with each powerful inwards stroke.
“This…is ..diff…different, Steph…” Hannibal groaned into her ear but then sucked her neck forcefully, leaving a mark. She was in heaven, especially since Phil reached out to her and held her hand tight. His head arched back, completely lost to the sensation of being made love to.
Face panted and gasped, driving deep and to the core into his brother, but also somehow managed to capture Steph’s mouth as they were both eye to eye level.
Hannibal hissed and growled behind her, and in her haze she realized that he wasn’t holding anymore but plunged into her as he would with the boys. He moaned and his dick twitched inside her and she absolutely loved it, climax building within her soul. She was connected to the three men she learned to love and there was no better feeling in the world.
The rhythm of Face’s kiss became erratic almost at the same moment the Boss’ juice filled her and her insides twitched so forcefully that he had to hold her up and pressed against him.
Phil and Hannibal had locked gazes through their climax, eyes half closed.
Everything was absolutely surreal.
To prevent Stephanie from falling to the floor, Hannibal picked her up and carried her around the sofa, lying her down on the soft carpet and gave in to a totally new urge. He spread her legs wide and started to lick her dripping opening hungrily, tongue driving into her, around her, over her still sensitive clit. She squirmed and moaned and shook with the utmost intensity, her fingers tight in the Colonel’s short hair.
“Beautiful,” Both Phil and Face muttered in unison, already comfortable in each other’s arms on the sofa, watching the scene lazily and totally sated.
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Saying good bye hurt. As always.
They stood in a four people hug for several moments.
None of them spoke.
Then Hannibal’s cell beeped mercilessly.
It was time for the soldiers to go.
They’d already said good bye to Phil Junior and promised to visit as soon as possible again. He was up in the chopper with Murdock, asking questions and questions. BA was already on the way back having set off the previous afternoon in his van.
“Don’t worry about us, Stephie,” Face pulled her close and kissed her deeply while Hannibal and Phil shared their tender good bye kiss, touching foreheads and murmuring to each other, “I’ll miss you.”
“I…we won’t worry.” She regretfully disentangled herself from her brother in law, reaching for Phil’s little finger. Phil laid his arm around her shoulders and they exchanged partners. This time her turn with Hannibal wasn’t just a chaste kiss on each other’s cheeks. This time they kissed as deep as the twins.
Again the cell beeped and everybody pushed apart, smiles forced on their faces.
“See you on screen,” Face said huskily and abruptly turned, pulling a sighing Colonel away from the Wennecks.
“Kick some motherfuckers’ asses!” Phil yelled after them when they walked out into the sunny, snowy garden.
They waved but didn’t turn, didn’t hold hands either since Phil Junior climbed out of the chopper and ran towards his parents holding his cap, one that looked exactly like the one on Murdock’s head.
When the two soldiers were strapped in securely, the pilot took off and turned the helicopter around, letting it move in a wavy motion and then they were gone, getting tinier and tinier in the blue sky.
Steph buried her head into her husband’s chest and sighed, pressing her son against her.
She rather guessed than heard Phil’s super low, “Fuck.”
But their son took both their hands, brought them out of their sad moment with saying, “Best Christmas ever!” They nodded, smiling at him just as they heard a very demanding, “Mummyyy, Papaaa!” from inside the Princess’ bedroom.
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Inside the chopper Face only said over the intercom, “Boss, you’re the best.”
They winked at each other and Murdock just chuckled.
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