125 and 214 Shades of Grimes

Failure

Caution! Content is hot!

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The stay at the twins’ mansion was awesome, and the weekend passed by quickly. Before I knew it, it was school day again. They brought me home after our dinner on Sunday.
And I had made up my mind that I would not give in to their sexiness anymore. When I thought about it, it was not helping at all. It just gave them more hope of me giving in completely and becoming one of those girls. I should guide them like a friend instead and make them see the light.
I went to work as usual, and the boys and I kept on giving one another muted signals when no one was looking.
“Thank you,” I mouthed to them when everyone that was in the staff room was busy working, “For the weekend.”
“No problem,” John mouthed back, and I bit my lip to hide my too-broad smile as they did their stunning grins.
Suddenly their faces darkened at the same time and they were staring at my lips. Uh-oh.
They glanced cautiously around the staff room, and rose from their seats to walk towards me.
“Miss (your last name),” we were back to such level of formality as we were in the staff room with others listening – Edward said and John went back to the desk to grab some papers before joining us again, “We need to discuss about the new lesson.”
Seeing our success on the play the students did during Arts Week – it was a really brilliant performance – the principal had decided to let us change this drama session into a regular lesson where huge groups of students would attend instead of different small classes. Our plan was to divide the students into junior group and senior group.
“Okay,” I stood up and took a pen and a notebook with me so I would not look suspicious – I knew they wanted to be alone with me, and I guessed I knew what they wanted when I looked down briefly… Their pants were clear indicators. I was reminding myself not to give in.
They took me to the common room and John locked the door behind us quietly, and put down his stuff on a sofa – I followed suit.
I looked up at them expectantly. They advanced on me slowly, their expressions dark.
I put up my arms defensively while backing away. I took a deep breath – here came the speech.
“Wait,” I said, and they stopped in their tracks for a moment before continuing with a confused expression. Shoot. They were not easy to stop, I knew it.
“I – I think we shouldn’t do this,” I said calmly and slowly, but there was no use in stopping them now. My back had hit the low cupboard that was against the wall and they were right in front of me, effectively trapping me.
“Why?” John raised an eyebrow, “When we were at the pool—”
I interrupted him, “When I went home, I’ve thought about the whole situation,” this was a big U-turn, but I just had to do this, “I think we made a mistake.”
“But you enjoyed it!” Edward joined in.
“I did,” I admitted, “But I think this isn’t any help – it’s wrong, and it won’t help you.”
“We don’t need help,” Edward argued, “We only need you. We want you.”
“But this isn’t right,” I said, “There are three of us.”
“So?” John attacked me unexpectedly, and pinned me against the cupboard with his hips, his hardness against me.
Oh no. This stance was not helping with my determination. I could feel my senses slipping away.
“As long as it’s fun, and we’re all enjoying, what’s wrong with that?” John whispered and pulled up my skirt and brushed across me THERE.
I gasped, and widened my eyes at him, “Don’t,” I whispered.
“But you like it,” John muttered and pressed his fingers down against me. I gulped, feeling my body responding to his touch.
He pushed the fabric aside and started rubbing, and at that instant I knew I had lost this fight; it would have to wait for another time.
“See (Yn), you’re so wet,” John said appreciatively. I leaned back and rested my elbows on the surface of the cupboard as my knees were getting weak.
A moan escaped my lips as a finger went inside. John could see that I would not object anymore, so he stepped a little bit aside and so Edward could come closer.
“Please,” Edward whispered as he joined in the party and planted a soft kiss on my lips, making me moan louder, “No one knows; so just don’t think about it.”
I nodded, closing my eyes, as my conscious was long gone. I could only focus on the intense moment right now.
The sound of zippers being pulled down was heard, and before I knew it, my arms were pulled down from the top of the cupboard and two objects were shoved into my palms. My knees buckled but they caught me with their free arms in time. I shot open my eyes to confirm my guess before starting to move my hands.
There, I was once lost in something I told myself that I would not let it happen before I came into this room.

What should I do? I thought to myself as I was lying on my own bed, clutching my pillow. The school day had ended, and the twins could see that I needed time to myself after what happened had conflicted with my thoughts at the common room earlier, so they did not ask to hang out.
I could see they were very determine to bring me into the relationship they were looking for – which was, frankly, not one that I approved of. But did I want it?
“You did,” my mind sneered at me. I shook my head to shove that annoying voice away. It was not helping me to think.
But down to the point, it was wrong. We could not even let our relationship surface, because it was wrong.
I had promised to help them. How could I help them then? Their will was really strong, and my will was really weak whenever they assaulted me like that. I did not think I could keep sex away if I wanted to get close to them and help them. It was something that could not be avoided if I wanted to get involved in their path to help them.
Should I really get myself into the dark to pull them out? And would I be able to get them out? Would I also loose myself in it? I was really not sure. They attracted me too much. I was too attached to know for sure.
Maybe I should try reasoning with them again before they got a move on me. Like today, they had already planned to distract me like that before I set my mind on getting things straight. I should try talking when everything was cool – when my will was strong.
Yes, I should try that.