Aiden dropped his gym bag and kicked the door shut behind him without looking away from us.

Ethan didn’t bother fixing his clothes. He simply stepped aside, still breathing hard, and let his twin take in the full view of me—naked, flushed, cum already leaking down my thighs onto the kitchen floor. Aiden’s eyes moved over every inch of me with open, hungry appreciation.

“You couldn’t wait until tonight?” he asked Ethan, voice low and amused.

“No,” Ethan answered simply.

Aiden walked toward me slowly, pulling his damp t-shirt over his head as he came. The hard lines of his chest and stomach were still faintly shiny with sweat from...