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Two eighteen-year-old twins, Luca and Matteo, make a wicked game of corrupting their grieving father, Marcus—each one determined to be the first to break his resolve. They trade teasing and temptation until the night they corner him together, offering themselves as a united prize. Marcus’s will shatters, and he takes them both, first with his mouth, then with his body, claiming each son in a raw, forbidden surrender.
Marcus is on the couch, a beer half-drunk on the side table, when Luca drops onto the cushion beside him and Matteo settles on the floor at his feet. Luca's hand finds his father's thigh, palm flat and warm, while Matteo looks up with those darker eyes and says they've made a game of it—who can make him break first. Marcus's breath goes shallow, his hand tightening on the bottle as Luca leans in and murmurs that the loser has to watch the winner take him, unless he decides to take them both. The silence stretches, Marcus's gaze flicking between his sons' faces, his thumb tracing the neck of the bottle like a question he's afraid to answer.
Marcus kneels on the carpet, Matteo's thighs bracketing his shoulders as his son lies back on the scattered cushions. Marcus lowers his mouth to Matteo's entrance, tongue flat and warm, tasting the salt and musk of him. Matteo's hand finds the back of his father's head, not pushing, just resting there as Marcus works him open with slow, circling licks. Luca watches from the floor, one hand idly stroking himself, his breath catching at the sound his brother makes—a low, broken hum that vibrates through Marcus's lips. Marcus's hands grip Matteo's hips, pulling him closer, and he feels his spent cock stir again at the way his son's body yields to his tongue.