The buzz of the vibrator between my legs was louder than the bass of the music from my party downstairs. My thighs quivered with every vibration, while a bead of sweat trickled down my temple. My breaths came out in shaky pants as I increased the intensity of the vibration. "Fuck. Yes..." I murmured into my empty room. It wasn't a real dick though, but I had to use this to get myself ready for when Felix came. He'd told me all the things he'd 'do to me' and make me have 'the best birthday of my life.' So, what better way to get ready for my boyfriend's cock than to get myself properly warmed up with a vibrator. Another round of cheers came from downstairs as people were laughing and shouting. I should have been down there. Instead I was on my bed, top pushed up under my chin, bra yanked down so my tits were bare. The vibrator was buried inside me, turned up high enough that my thighs kept jumping. I pinched one nipple hard between my fingers and rolled it, biting my lip so I wouldn't make noise. The thumping of bass against the floorboard and my bed, followed by the buzz of the vibrator deep in my cunt, made the edge of my vision go white. I tipped my head back against the pillow as a familiar warmth spread through my lower belly. Oh My God... I was close. "Happy birthday, Maisy," a familiar voice called as my door flew open. It wasn't Felix. Fuck. My entire body locked up instantly as my head whipped off the pillow. My fingers froze against my nipples, and I instinctively tried to pull down my top but the vibrator kept buzzing inside me like it didn't care. Why?? I yanked the blanket up over myself so fast the vibrator almost slipped out. My eyes landed on Levi as he stood there and he looked like he'd been searching for something. His eyes scanned the room before they landed on me. On my bare chest and the way my hand was still between my legs. "Ohh...." he said in that his teasing voice, as heat flooded my face. I could literally feel my cheeks turning red. "Get out," I hissed. "Levi, leave. Now." "Pushy," he murmured as the door clicked shut behind him before he leaned against it. "What an interesting birthday...surprise." "What are you still doing? I said get–" a whimper escaped me as a sudden change in intensity caught me off guard. The corner of his mouth tipped up, "Don't stop on my account," he said. "You looked like you were having a good time." "Levi-" "Keep going." He pushed off the door and walked closer with his eyes on my chest. "I'm not gonna tell anyone. Just... keep going." My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. The vibrator was still on, still deep, and every pulse of it made it harder to think. I should have yelled or thrown something at him. Instead I just stared as he kicked his shoes off and climbed onto the bed. The familiar scent of his clean body wash and cologne filled my nostrils as he crawled closer to me. He hovered over me with both arms on the bed planted on either side of my waist. My chest was still half-exposed. The blanket had slipped and the cool air brushed against my nipples, making it sensitive as I squirmed. Then, he leaned in slowly and his lips brushed against mine. My lips parted at the contact as his hand covered mine on the vibrator. The kiss wasn't soft. It was open-mouthed and hungry, like he'd been waiting. I made a sound against his tongue and my hips rolled without permission. The vibrator shifted inside me and a sharp little spark shot up my spine. I won't lie that I haven't been intrigued about Levi and his brother, Elias. But I had always assumed they saw me as nothing more than their annoying stepsister. While his mouth stayed on mine, his hand slid under the blanket and his fingers found the base of the vibrator. He held the vibrator against me before pressing it deeper for a second. I squirmed a bit under the constant buzz, then he slowly drew it out of me. The sudden empty feeling made me whimper as Levi devoured my mouth like an animal. Two of his fingers replaced the vibrator as he slid them two through the wet mess the toy had left behind, rubbing slow circles over my clit before pushing inside. I broke the kiss instantly at the intrusion as a moan fell out my lips. "Levi–" I whispered against his lips. "Shh..." he hushed as he pulled his fingers out a fraction, before pushing back in my already wet folds. My hands were braced on his shoulder while the other was still on my breasts as I pinched my already hard nipple. I shoved the blanket the rest of the way off so nothing was between us. Levi shifted higher, one knee pushing my thighs farther apart, giving his hand better room. His fingers kept moving inside me, slow at first, then deeper while his mouth came back to mine. His tongue slid against mine, and every time his fingers curled in me I made a sound he just swallowed. "Happy birthday, Maisy," he muttered against my lips. "This one's for the birthday girl." His thumb pressed down on my clit at the same time he pushed his fingers in again making my hips jerk. I still couldn't believe it was happening. Levi's fingers were inside me, thick and steady, and his mouth was back on my neck, biting and sucking hard enough that I knew it would leave a mark. My brain kept screaming that this was wrong, that Felix was downstairs, that this was my stepbrother but my body wasn't listening. "Levi, wait-" I tried to stop him, but my voice was shaky. My hands came up to push at his chest. He caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head against the pillow. His other hand stayed between my legs, fingers still moving, curling just right to make me shudder. He looked down at me, his eyes dark, and pupils blown wide. "Relax, Maisy...," he whispered, "I'm just serving the birthday girl." My hips jerked up against his hand at the words. A broken sound left my throat as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of me. Then, he pulled back just enough to look at me with already dark eyes. "You were getting yourself ready," he said, "For me?" I shook my head quickly, "Ewww. No." I let out a shaky breath, "For Felix. He's coming up later. And I don't even like you." I lied, "You're an asshole." A look of irritation flickered across his face as his smile faded. "You don't like me," he repeated, almost to himself. Then he leaned down again and brushed his lips against my ear. "Your cunt doesn't seem to agree." I let out a small gasp as he bit the side of my neck and sucked hard. At the same time his fingers sped up, thrusting deeper, the wet sound of it loud between us. My back arched off the bed, as my nails dug deeper into his shoulder. "Levi- fuck-" "That's it," he said against my skin, "Keep making those noises for me. Bet Felix never gets you this wet this fast." I was about to answer when the door handle turned. Both of us went still for half a second as the handle jiggled again. Then a knock came. "Maisy?" Felix's voice came through the door, "You in there? I've been looking everywhere for you." Levi's eyes locked on mine as a smirk played on his lips. He didn't pull his fingers out. Instead he curled them harder, pressing against that spot inside me that made my thighs shake, and bit down on my neck again. "Talk," he murmured against my skin. "Yes, I'm here. But...I...I don't feel so good," I tried to keep my voice as normal as Levi but down harder, "I think I'm just gonna sleep." "You sure?" Felix knocked once more. "I can come in and take care of you. It's your birthday, remember?" Levi's fingers moved faster, and the wet sound was so obvious I was terrified Felix would hear it. Then with my free hand, I grabbed Levi's wrist, not sure if I was trying to stop him or keep him there. But, he just kept going. His thumb rubbed tight circles on my clit while he sucked another mark into my throat. "I'm sure," I managed. "I'll see you tomorrow." "If you say so...," Felix said as his footsteps moved away down the hall. The second they faded, the low wave of pleasure that had built low in my stomach surged again. But this time it was faster and sharper. A bead of sweat rolled off my temple then slid between my breasts. My breathing turned ragged and my fingers curled so tightly in the sheets that I thought the fabric would tear. Levi didn't slow down. His fingers kept thrusting, curling, rubbing that spot inside me while his thumb stayed hard on my clit. "That's it," he muttered, "Come on my fingers. Right now. Let me feel it." My back arched off the bed. A broken sound ripped out of my throat as the orgasm hit me, hard and sudden. My cunt clenched around his fingers in tight, pulsing waves as my thighs shook non-stop. I could feel myself soaking his hand, as the wetness ran down onto the sheets. He fucked me through it with his fingers, slower but deeper, dragging every last tremor out of me while he watched my face. "Fuck, look at you," he said, almost under his breath. "Coming so hard for someone you 'don't even like.'" "Screw you." I managed as I tried to even my breathing. Only when the last aftershock faded did he ease his fingers out of me. They were glistening, coated all the way to the knuckles. Levi stared at them for a second, sucked on the fingers once, then he brought his hand up and wiped the wetness slowly across the side of my face, right next to my mouth, smearing my own taste over my skin. Before I could react, he crashed his mouth onto mine. His tongue pushed past my lips, forcing me to taste myself on him, salty, musky, mixed with the heat of his mouth. I groaned into the kiss and the sound vibrating between us. My hands gripped his shoulders as he licked into me like he wanted me to remember exactly what I'd done on his fingers. Suddenly, we hear a soft, muffled shift and unmistakable sound of breathing coming from my walk-in closet. Levi tore his mouth from mine and our heads turned toward the closed closet door at the same time. Neither of us spoke as we listened closely. The only sound was the distant bass and voices coming from downstairs. My eyes drifted toward the closet door and it looked the same as always. Closed and ordinary. But I'm sure a sound had just come from behind it. Is someone there? The room suddenly felt too quiet. Something had made that noise. And whatever it was... it was still here with us. I felt Levi's heart hammering against my chest as we both stared at the closet.

Is someone there?Something small hit the closet floor again. Without a word, Levi pushed off the bed and walked straight to the closet. I scrambled to fix myself because I wasn't sure what I was expecting when Levi opened the closet. It can't be a person right. A person can't fit in a walk-in closet right?? Shit! A person can fit. I mean, it's called a walk-in closet for a reason. My hands shook as I yanked my top down and pulled the blanket up over my bare legs. My face felt hot, my thighs were still sticky and I could smell myself on the sheets. "What was that noise?" I asked, even though Levi was already reaching for the handle. I climbed off the bed with the blanket wrapped around my waist as a terrifying thought crossed my mind. Could it be one of Felix's weird friends? Or one of my friends? Shit!! I'm absolutely screwed if one of the party guests snuck into my room. Levi pulled open the door and let it swing wide so I could properly see what was inside. My heart rate accelerated rapidly as I caught sight of the person in the closet. Amongst my clothes, shoes and underwear was Elias, Levi's twin. He was leaning against the back wall like he had been there for a long time. His shirt and jeans were open, with his cock, hanging out, hard and flushed. The tip was still shiny, showing proof that he was jerking off and he didn't even try to hide it. My stomach turned at the thought. He was jerking off, while Levi fingered me? I think I'm gonna be sick. Elias tucked himself in and slowly stepped out of the closet. His eyes landed on me first as I instinctively took a step back. Then he looked at his brother. They looked exactly the same. Same blonde hair, same broad shoulders and identical eyes. It's like staring at a mirror. Except Elias wore his hair slightly longer and had a more relaxed expression. While Levi carried himself like he was perpetually looking for someone to fight. "Enjoy the show?" Levi's voice was quiet and sharp. Elias's mouth tilted into a smirk. "You always did take your time. I almost came twice just watching." I felt the blood drain from my face. "You were in there the whole time?" "From the moment you turned the vibrator on," Elias said, his eyes steady on me. "I heard you moaning before Levi even walked in. Nice sounds, Maisy." Then, Levi took a step closer to him, but Elias didn't move. "Shut your mouth and get out." "Why? You got to finger her until she came all over your hand. I sat in the dark with my cock out the entire time. Fair is fair." "Fair?" Levi's voice dropped even lower as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "You hid in her closet like a creep. That's not fair, that's fucked up." "And what you just did isn't?" Elias folded his arms. "Don't act holy now." My throat felt tight as nausea washed over me. "Both of you need to stop talking about me like I'm not here." Elias's gaze slid back to me, slower this time. "You're right. I'm sorry, Maisy. I'll talk to you directly." He tilted his head as he took a step toward me, forcing me to back up into the bed. "I want a turn, Maisy. Levi got his and I watched every second of it. I think I earned one." The words made my stomach twist hard. Disgust and heat tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart. Levi shoved Elias in the chest and gripped the collar of his shirt. "Don't you fucking touch her." Elias didn't pull away as a cruel smile formed on his lips. "Or what? You'll hit me? While the whole party is downstairs? Smart." "I'll do worse than hit you if you go near her." "You don't own her. She's not yours just because she came on your fingers tonight." "Stop it." My voice came out sharper than I expected as both heads snapped towards my direction, "Both of you. Get out of my room." Levi dropped his hold from Elias shirt and turned to me, "Maisy-" "I mean it." I hated how my voice shook, but I kept going. "Party is still going. People are going to come looking for me. I don't want either of you here. Get out. Now." Elias watched me for a long second. That calm, patient look of his made my skin crawl and heat at the same time. While Levi burned hot and angry, protective in a way that felt possessive. Elias just looked like he was already planning the next time he would catch me alone. I walked around them towards the door with the blanket still bunched around my waist as it trailed behind me. Then I yanked the door open. "Out." Levi stepped back first, hands still in fists as he walked out. Elias followed slower and as he passed me he spoke quietly, just for me to hear. "This isn't finished." The door clicked shut behind them. I stood there alone, blanket still clutched to my chest, the taste of myself still faint on my tongue, and the knowledge that both of them had seen everything. How could I have been so stupid? To think that after the birthday fiasco with the twins, that they'll let me be? I was wrong. They both became clingier and more unbearable by every passing minute. It started when they began competing over small things. Who gets to drive me, who sits next to me at dinner, and who gets my attention. Then, Levi started checking my phone. Not even secretly. He would pick it up while I was in the room, scroll through my messages, and ask questions like he had the right. "Who's this?" "Why are you texting Felix so late?" "Where are you going after school?" If I didn't answer, he showed up wherever I was, the library, the coffee shop, even once outside my friend's house. Elias never stopped with the creepy behavior. Although, this time he doesn't make his intentions obvious and still tries to touch me. I do admit that I love the attention, but they're levels to this shit. I started waking up in the middle of the night with a warm body pressed against my back. The first time I thought I was dreaming. The second time I felt his breath on my neck and froze. Then, I shoved him off and told him to get out. He left without a word. I tried locking the doors at night, I even had to change the lock on my door. But he still manages to get in. I thought he usually gets in my closet earlier before I went to bed, but he wasn't in there. And it was driving me insane. Not that I was afraid of them, because I know they won't hurt me. But their obsession is getting out of hand. Then they went after Felix next. Levi "accidentally" told him I'd been asking about other guys. Elias made sure Felix saw him standing too close to me in the hallway. Within two weeks Felix stopped texting first. Then he stopped texting at all. I didn't even blame him. After that I started noticing how often one of them appeared wherever I went 'by coincidence'. Different places, different times, always with a reason that almost made sense. "I was in the area." "I needed to pick something up." It stopped feeling like coincidence. When the acceptance email came, I read it three times and I almost thought I was hallucinating. "Transfer approved to campus B. It was three states away and my dorm was available almost immediately." I told our parents about it and packed the next night. I folded my clothes into a suitcase with more joy than I had felt in a long time. Finally! I'll be able to live without the twins breathing down my neck. Literally! I was zipping the suitcase when I heard them in the hallway. Levi's eyes went straight to my bag as he entered my room, with Elias following behind and leaning on the door frame. I should have yelled at them to leave. But honestly, I didn't care anymore. They can finally have them room to themselves when I'm gone. "What is that?" Levi asked. "What does it look like?" I said as I continued folding in clothes. "I got transferred." "Tell me you're not leaving. You can't just....why," His voice cracked on the last word and I almost felt pity for him. "Because of us? Because of what happened?" I heaved a sigh and dropped my jeans before turning to look at him. His eyes were red at the edges and his face looked like he was holding something back hard. "Yes. Because of both of you." Levi suddenly turned on Elias and pointed an accusing finger, "This is your fault. You kept pushing. You won't back off." "My fault?" Elias's eyebrows lifted slightly. "You're the one who kept following her. And threatening her douchebag boyfriend?" "While you keep sneaking into her room through the window. Think I didn't-" "My window?-" I tried to yell back, but they were too busy arguing to hear me. Levi shoved Elias in the chest and Elias shoved back harder till they were both fighting. The sound of them hitting the wall made me flinch, but I didn't stop moving. I shoved the last of my clothes into the suitcase and forced the zipper closed. Then, Levi turned back to me, breathing hard. "Maisy, please. Don't do this. We can fix it. I'll stop. I'll make him stop. Just don't go." Elias wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. There was a thin smear of blood there from the shove. He didn't say anything as he looked at me over his brother's shoulder. His eyes alone were enough to convey what he was thinking. I pulled the suitcase off the bed and the wheels hit the floor harder than I meant them to. "I'm already gone. Dad's waiting for me in the driveway." I said as I walked past both of them. Levi called my name once, but I didn't look back.

*6 Years Later* The camera was already recording from where it sat at the foot of the bed. I kept my face out of the frame. Only my body showed; neck down, the way the regulars liked. I wore the black lingerie set that a subscriber had requested last week. The top was pushed under my tits, while the bottom was pulled to the side. I took a deep breath and turned the small pink toy in my hand on. The soft buzz filled the room instantly and I was already wet from the thought of what I'm about to do next. My breath stuttered when I pressed it against myself. I started by rubbing slow circles over my clit which made my toes curl against the sheets. I bit the inside of my cheek and kept the sound low. The viewers didn't get my real voice. They didn't pay for that. Some wanted more, but I couldn't risk it. They got only the soft breaths and occasional broken hum, nothing that could be traced back to me. Because if he found out I was still touching myself behind his back, I was dead. I decided to take more by sliding the toy lower and then I pushed it inside in one smooth stroke. My hips lifted off the bed on their own as the stretch pulled a shaky exhale out of me. I slowly slid it out as another breathy exhale left me, then slid it inside again while it buzzed around me. I worked it in and out the way the custom asked for deep, steady, then faster when the comments started popping up on the laptop screen beside me. 'Fuck she's soaked' the viewer called bigdickenergy commented. 'Just one moan please' another said. 'Wish that was me' came another and many more. The words fed something in me I didn't let myself look at too closely. My free hand pinched one nipple hard enough to sting. My back arched when the toy hit the spot that made my thighs tremble. I rolled my hips to meet every thrust of the toy. Money from these videos paid half the rent. Even more than that. I could have stopped when Finn and I got into a heated argument about it. But I resumed a month later, because this was the only place I decided everything. Who saw me, how much they got, and when it stopped. After Levi and Elias, that control felt like the only power I still had. And some viewers paid me to come back so...there that too. My feet flexed, and sweat cooled on my stomach when I felt myself on edge. The toy's buzz sounded louder in the quiet room. I pressed it harder against the front wall and let the pleasure climb until my legs started to shake. The ring from my alarm suddenly cut through everything. That means he'll be back in an hour. I ignored it as I continued fucking myself with the toy. "Ahh...." A small squeak slid past my lips as I tipped my head back in pleasure. Suddenly, the tension snapped. The wave of pleasure that was building reached its peak as my body jerked, with my squirt splashing over the sheets, and some of it landing just beyond the edge of the frame. I barely had time to catch my breath before the comments started pouring in. "Holy shit!" "Keep going. My hands are still in my jeans." "That was one hell of a show." I pulled the toy out slowly, and my legs felt weak. I stayed on the bed for a few seconds with my legs wide and chest rising as my body took several seconds to settle. After one last check on the screen, the live feed cut, signaling the end of the session. I hurriedly stepped into the bathroom, cleaned the toy with steady hands, changed the sheets, and shoved the lingerie into the back of the closet. By the time I pulled on one of his old t-shirts, the room smelled only of laundry detergent and the candle I kept burning for cover. I checked the time again. Thirty-one minutes. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the tip jar page just to take a look. The total from last week sat high enough and I couldn't believe I made that just by performing for a group of horny men. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text from him. "Leaving work now. Want me to pick up food?" I stared at the message for a second, then typed back. "Sure. Surprise me." I answered Finn's text, got up and entered the kitchen. I needed to get a few things done before he got back. I wiped down the kitchen counter, folded the throw blanket on the couch, and put the candle out. My body still felt warm and loose from the video, but the apartment looked normal again by the time I finished. Twelve minutes later the key turned in the lock. Finn walked in carrying a paper bag that smelled like garlic and warm bread. His tie was already loosened, he smiled when he saw me and I felt that usual soft pull in my chest. "Hey," he said. I literally scurried across the room to meet him and he met me halfway. He planned a kiss on my lip, one hand on the back of my neck, the paper bag crinkling between us. He tasted like coffee and the mint gum he always chewed after work. "Hey," I smiled as I tugged his tie off before throwing my hand around his neck, "You're home early." "I missed you," he said with that contagious smile of his, where his green eyes smiled with him too. "Me too," I said. "I need to take a shower. I feel like I've been running over." He dropped a quick kiss on my forehead and headed down the hall. I listened to the water start while I opened the containers; pasta, garlic bread, the salad he always added because he said I never ate enough greens. By the time he came back in a clean t-shirt and sweatpants, the plates were ready on the bed. We sat against the headboard with the food between us. Finn pulled me against his chest while we ate, his hand moving slowly up and down my arm. The apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of forks and the darkened city outside the window. "You ready? Three months from tomorrow," he said after a while. I knew what he meant. Our engagement. "I know," I answered as he pressed a kiss to my hair. "My mom keeps asking about dates. Venue. All of it. We should probably start looking for real this time." My stomach tightened and I dropped my fork. I had suddenly lost my appetite. I had always diverted when Finn asked questions about family. Mostly because my family was far from normal. I had told Mom and she had been excited. She requested for me to come home ever since she spoke to Finn. But I can't. I don't want to. And now there's the wedding. That means invitations. It meant family. It meant going back to the house I had left at nineteen and seeing Levi and Elias again. I don't think I was ready for that. "Don't you think it's a bit too soon?" I turned to him and dropped my head to his chest. "What? Why? Are you scared?" "No..." I murmured as I fiddled with the button in his T-shirt. "It's just happening too soon. I mean you just asked me out like yesterday." The laugh vibrated off his chest to the side of my cheek. Finn's hand kept moving on my arm, as I stared at the ring on my finger while he talked about possible weekends and how many people his parents would want there. My mind drifted for a second to the walk-in closet, the wet sound of Levi's fingers, the warm press of Elias' body behind me. I do miss them a few times. But those memories are better left buried. I shook my head slightly as I pushed the memories away hard. Finn set his empty plate on the nightstand and turned my face toward him. He kissed me again, deeper this time. His hand slid under the hem of my shirt, palm warm against my stomach. I kissed him back. This was my fiancé. I wanted to want this. But why do I feel a bit reluctant? He shifted so I was under him, with his mouth moving to my neck. My hands settled on his shoulders and the familiar weight of him felt safe. His fingers traced the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hip and he pulled it down a fraction when my phone rang. "Let me get that." Finn groaned as he pulled my shorts up properly before climbing off. I grabbed it from where it sat between the pillows. It was an unknown number. "Hello?" A woman's voice responded, and it sounded like she had been crying. "Maisy? It's Aunt Carol." I sat up so fast that Finn almost dropped his own phone. "Aunt Carol? What's wrong?" There was a long, shaky breath on the other end. "There's been an accident. Your parents' plane... they're gone, sweetheart. Both of them. I'm so sorry." The words didn't make sense at first. I heard them, but they sat outside my body and my brain refused to catch up. I had no idea when my phone dropped from my hand, but my hand was still by my ear. Finn was saying my name, but my ear was ringing. His hand was on my back, but I couldn't feel it. The line stayed open on the bed, but I couldn't speak. The room felt too bright, and the ring on my finger suddenly weighed more than it should. They were gone?