Marcus kept texting.

Ethan didn’t answer half the messages, but the ones he did reply to only seemed to make his friend more curious. By the middle of the following week the questions had turned pointed. Why are you and Aiden suddenly joined at the hip? Why does Sophie never come out with us anymore? You three are hiding something.

Ethan read one of the messages out loud while I was on my knees between his legs, his cock resting heavy against my tongue. Aiden sat on the couch beside us, lazily stroking himself as he watched me suck his twin.

“He’s getting pushy,” Ethan muttered, threading his fingers through...