Sitting on the grassy bank, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, Jon watched Jordan and Ori swim around the spring, playfully splashing each other. Jordan dove under the water, only to come up and capture Ori in his arms. She shrieked, laughing and swatting at his brother.

Damn, she was beautiful. The way the moisture on her bare skin glistened in the sun, the way her hair fanned out and swayed upon the water’s surface…

Jon reached down and adjusted the hardness between his legs.

Whatever made him think that skinny-dipping would be a good idea? Why would he even suggest such a thing?

He had mentioned it when they had first arrived at the spring, not sure what her reaction would be. But knowing how comfortable and uninhibited Ori was, he shouldn’t have been surprised when she squealed in delight, enthusiastically voicing her agreement. She had her clothes stripped off before Jon and Jordan could even blink.

Seeing Jordan dragging Ori toward the shore, Jon rose to his feet, gathering two folded towels and moving to meet them.

“Please, Jordan? Let’s swim some more.”

“You need to eat, sweetheart. You slept through breakfast, remember?”

“But I’m not hungry, dear.”

Jon tossed one towel to his brother, and held the other open, enveloping Oriana in it. “You wouldn’t be so cruel to deny Jordan and me the opportunity to feed you, would you?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, she said, “No, of course not. How could I deny you anything? Anyway, what sane woman wouldn’t want two incredibly sexy men to pamper her?”

They led her toward the blanket lying a few feet away. Guiding her down, Jon placed Ori’s head in his lap and removed the snacks and wine from his basket. Jordan reached into his own basket and pulled out bottle of lotion, then gathered Ori’s feet into his lap.

Oriana giggled as Jon held a piece of apple to her mouth and Jordan squeezed lotion into his palm. “Wow. Hand fed and massaged. Do you guys always treat your girlfriends so well?”

“I do,” Jon replied, focusing on the way her lips wrapped around the succulent bit of fruit. “I don’t know about my brothers. This is the first time we’ve ever shared a girlfriend.”

“I’m your girlfriend? Seriously?”

He chuckled. “What do you consider yourself if not that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought I was just one of your lovers. Or a friend with benefits.”

“Well, you’re not just one, you’re my only lover,” Jon said, shoving a piece of cheese into her mouth. “And I plan on keeping it that way. You are also my friend.”

The way she smiled—how her eyes seemed to glow, shined with happiness and love.

“And what about you, Jordan?” she asked. “Do you consider me your girlfriend as well?”

Jordan grinned, but didn’t lift his eyes from his task. “I do,” he replied simply.

“Even though we’re not lovers?”

Jon bit his lip to keep from laughing. Maybe his brother would take the hint from her.

Jordan continued to rub cream into her toes. “I’m sure we will be sooner or later.”

She looked up at Jon and raised her brows, shrugging, then glanced back at Jordan. “Oh. Okay. That sounds…great. Let me know when you’re ready, I guess.”

“Will do.”

Jon smacked his hand over his eyes and shook his head. His brother was so romantically inept. It made him wonder if they were truly related.

“You’re too cute,” she said to Jordan. “You know, if you keep doing what you’re doing, it might have to be sooner than later. I find massages very erotic.”

Jon moved his hand to see his brother’s reaction to that blatant proposition.

Jordan was now rubbing her calves and knees. “Are you aroused, sweetheart?”

“I’m not sure, dear,” she replied. “Would you please check for me?”

Expelling a heavy breath, Jordan wiped his hands on the towel wrapped around his waist. “Of course. Anything for you, Ori.”

Suddenly, his brother tugged open her towel, exposing her naked body to his perusal.

“Your mammary papillae are erect,” Jordan stated. Shifting his gaze lower, he nudged her legs apart, and then—to Jon’s astonishment—spread her pussy wide.

Jordan brushed his thumb over Ori’s nub, and a gasping moan escaped her lips. “And it appears that your labia and clitoris are tumescent.”

Jon was beginning to think he might have underestimated his brother.

Next, Jordan slipped his finger down her slit. “Also, natural vaginal lubrication is present.”

“Wha—what does it all mean?” Ori choked as he continued to explore her wetness.

“Let’s see,” Jordan mused. “Firm nipples, a swollen vulva, a moist vagina… Yes, I would say you are sexually aroused.”

Oriana shut her eyes and groaned. “I think I’m a more than aroused.”

“Hm.” Jordan removed his hand. “Are you in need?”

Her eyes popped open and she glared. “Are you fucking with me?”

Jordan tried to hide his smile. “Well, Jon lectured me the other day for not taking care of your needs, so today I came prepared.” He reached into his basket and pulled out a small egg-shaped device coated in some kind of rubber material; a remote control was attached to it by a thin, insulated cord.

Oriana moaned as he slid the device into her channel, then pressed a button on the remote. A muted humming filled the air.

“I built this for you the other day,” he explained. “It’s perfectly safe. I followed the industry specifications listed for products of the same design and use.”

“God, Jordan, I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you, too, Ori.”

When Jordan winked at him, Jon knew he’d definitely underestimated his brother.

Jordan then placed his thumb on her clit and strummed it. “I want you to achieve an orgasm, sweetheart. Can you do that for us?”

She nodded.

While Jordan stoked her pussy and steadily increased the vibration of the sex toy, Jon played with her nipples, teasing and plucking the hard buds. Within minutes, Ori was moaning, writhing, her body trembling, her breath ragged.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” she panted.

Finally, she tensed, screaming as she climaxed.