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Scar should’ve seen this coming. His harboring crush for Grian over the years had become something impossible to ignore anymore, especially with the nights he daydreamed of his hands being Grians. Especially when every time he makes eye contact with Grian he can feel his body shiver, feel heat go straight to his crotch. He’s so fucked.

It doesn’t help that his twin brother knows, and loves to tease and rib him about it. Scar feels nothing but shame and yearning about it, and Bdubs teasing him for it makes the shame and fear bubble deeper within him along with something else.

It all came to ahead when the cousins - Joel, Grian and Jimmy - were over for the holidays, staying a couple weeks. Grian, Bdubs and Scar are hiding away in Scars’ bedroom for the night, a bottle of straight vodka and a 24 pack of bourbon cans on the floor between the three.

Scar was admittedly feeling pretty tipsy, maybe even a bit bold. Bdubs has only had a can of bourbon, and Grian is a good way through the bottle of straight vodka. Scar’s impressed by how well Grian handles his alcohol, a little sloshed but barely showing it aside from the pink flush on his face and him being more relaxed than he normally would.

Bdubs just had to bring up his crush. As he thought, should’ve seen this coming. Truth or Dare, especially while drinking, is a dangerous idea. Picking either option, when Bdubs was the one asking him, was already like stepping into a field of landmines. And this round he had stepped directly on top of a landmine.

“Who’s your crush?” Bdubs asked, a bold smirk on his face. Scar almost slapped the second can out of Bdubs’ hand, an almost angry flush blooming on his face. He glances at his cousin, who looks at Scar with a raised eyebrow, interest clear. The flush from anger turns more into something from the liquefied syrupy heat he feels simmering through him when he makes eye contact with Grian.

“Yeah, who’s your crush, Scar?” Grian pushes, the corners of his lips flitting up slightly, amused. Scar can feel sweat building on his skin from the anxiety that seeps past the heat. “I- It’s- It’s no one, I don’t- I don’t have a crush on anyone!” He stutters, anxiety now flooding through him. He grabs the vodka out of Grians’ hands, uncapping the heavy bottle and taking a long swig from it. He sighs into the drowsy haze, placing the bottle down when he’s done. It burns through him, but it’s better than the pure unbridled anxiety that threatens to choke him.

“Your response says otherwise, not to mention the way you’re blushing like a virgin” Grian snarks out with a laugh, Bdubs laughing along. “That was mean,” Bdubs says jokingly.

“Maybe because I am! And stop laughing Bdubs, you’re just as much of a virgin as I am” Scar snaps, squirming uncomfortably. Turns out maybe he likes being embarrassed like that, but he won’t dare admit that.

Bdubs squawks indignantly at Scar’s words, throwing his now empty can of bourbon at Scar. Scar grabs the can, crushing it in his hands. He’s strong, from the amount of sports he’s done growing up - and now, fresh out of highschool, he keeps up on his physique by going to the gym most mornings. He chucks the can right back at Bdubs, making him huff.

“Figured at least you would’ve had some experience by now Scar, I mean, you’re literally the kind of guy every girl in highschool fawns over'' Grian is staring at Scar with an unreadable expression now after saying that, and Scar feels excitement, but also a bit of dread filling him. There was something in Grians’ voice that unnerves him slightly, and he can’t help but like it.

Bdubs buts in again, saying something that makes Scar want to crawl under the floorboards and never show himself again. He thinks he might cry, as he looks away from Grian. “The only reason he hasn’t is because he’s so obsessed with you” he says it with a grumble, shooting a look at Grian. Grian takes a moment to realize what Bdubs had just said, brain scrambling to a halt, glancing at Bdubs and then back to Scar. Scar’s expression looks hopeless, like his stomach has dropped to the floor. He shuffles up next to Scar, still wearing an unreadable expression.

"Is that so, Scar?” He says, voice a little low as he grabs Scar’s cheek, forcing him to look into his eyes. Scar sputters, trying to move away from the hand holding the side of his face. “Be honest. Right now” Grian demands.

Bdubs is enraptured in what’s playing out in front of him, watching eagerly. He almost wants to intervene, with the panic in Scars’ eyes, but he knows Grian wouldn’t push Scar. His cousin knows when to back down. He’s seen it with the play fighting he does with Jimmy.

Scar swallows roughly, panic swirling in his gut. He feels slightly nauseous, wanting to look away desperately. “I-” He can feel his breathing spiraling out of control as he tries to tear his eyes away at least.

"You won’t be in trouble Scar, it’s okay. I can back off right now, and we can pretend this never happened” Grian whispers into Scar’s ear, and Scar almost melts. The panic is still simmering, but his breathing is already calmer - already slowing back down as quickly as it had picked up. He wets his lips, making eye contact again.

“Yeah, it’s- It’s true” he whispers back, eyes wide. Grian smirks, something dangerous in his eyes. “Yeah? How long have you had a crush on me?” The expression on his face is dangerous, and Scar tries to stop the quiet whine that threatens to slip out of him.

“He’s had one for a few years. Do you know how many nights I've been kept up because he doesn’t realize that a pillow isn’t good enough at muffling noise?” Bdubs says with a chuckle, opening a third can of bourbon.

Scar wants to lean in so badly. Wants to finally kiss Grian, have his hands on him - he doesn’t even care if his twin watches. He’s this far gone morally, what’s wrong with having his twin watch?

Grian straightens up, a brief look of confliction on his face. “I know it’s wrong- I know! Don’t give me that spiel- Etho and Mom tried when they first found out” Scar says hurriedly and wearily, not wanting to hear it all over again. Thankfully Cleo thinks that his feelings for Grian have dispersed, and Etho had long left the household despite visiting often.

Grian sighs, brows burrowing into a frown. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t deny that he’s always found Scar attractive, always wanted to see Scar fall apart beneath him. But an even better idea has formed in his head, as fucked up as it is.

“You’re both virgins, right?” Grian says steadily, looking over at Bdubs who looks more than just interested. “What if I.. taught you both?” He holds his breath, ignoring the way Scar freezes next to him. Bdubs looks curious by that, as if he’s willing to entertain the thought of committing incest, with his own twin brother.

“Could be fun” Bdubs says slowly, as if stepping on egg-shells. Scar feels stuck in place, mind and heart racing. He wants this, so badly. But he’s also scared. He knows this is so, so wrong. But he’s been wanting this for years - and maybe the idea of Grian ordering them around makes his body feel like it's burning brightly, makes his head swim outside of the alcohol clouding his mind.

He takes the plunge. “Yeah, Yeah- alright. I’m down for that” He manages to sputter out, and Grian looks back down at Scar. He smiles gently, however the look in his eyes makes Scar feel like prey. “If either of you want to stop, you say Red. Got it?” Grian says sternly. Once both twins have agreed, Grian leans down and roughly kisses Scar, gripping at his hair. Scar whimpers breathlessly into the kiss, enjoying the burn from having his hair gripped so roughly.

Grian yanks Scar’s head away by the hair, enjoying the pained and desperate moan Scar lets out as he involuntarily bucks his hips, body arching up into Grians warmth. Grian laughs, moving away from Scar. He looks over at Bdubs, who’s blushing and biting his bottom lip, legs spread. “Both of you, strip. Now'' Grian demands, moving any alcohol out of the way before being able to sit back and watch them both fumble with their clothes.

“Good boys” Grian hums, admiring the bright flush that travels down scar’s neck and chest, as well as Bdubs happy trail that shapes his stomach so lovely. “I imagine one of you at least has a bottle of lube?”

Scar gets up, digging behind his bed before pulling out a bottle of unscented lube, chucking it to Grian who catches it. “Have either of you done penetration at all? Even with your own fingers?” Scar nods quietly, breath hitching as he thinks about all the nights he’s fingered himself, drooling onto his pillow as he daydreams about it being Grians’ fingers inside of him, getting him ready to take his cock. “Y-yeah, I have” he stutters, squirming.

"Bdubs? Do you want to fuck Scar?” He quips, and Bdubs looks flustered, downright embarrassed as he responds. “I’m happy to be the- the top, is it?” Grian nods, smiling. “Yeah, that’s the right terminology for it. Scar, stretch yourself open for us, sweetheart” Grian chucks the lube back at Scar who almost drops it, heat shooting down his spine as he realizes he’s about to show himself off to them both, about to finger himself with his cousin and twin watching and fuck - that’s hot.

Grian gets Bdubs to sit between his legs, as they watch Scar awkwardly scramble onto his knees. “So, Bdubs, have you been hiding any secret crushes yourself?” Grian whispers into Bdubs ear. Bdubs flinches. He stares longingly at Scar, feeling a deep ache in his chest. He never thought this would ever be possible, never thought he’d be able to touch Scar outside of brotherly affection. He’s daydreamed about this for years, touched himself to the noises Scar makes when Scar thinks he’s asleep, yearned to be able to indulge in his feelings that are ultimately wrong .

“Possibly-” Bdubs mumbles in response. He’s cried over his feelings for Scar too many times to count, the amount of times he’s had to hide away to break-down over the desperation he feels deep in his chest. He feels Grian chuckle against his back. A hand on his thigh and the other teasingly avoiding touching his nipple. “Incest must run in this family then huh? You must be so excited.. I mean look at your twin, showing himself off just for you” He smirks at the way Bdubs breathing hitches.

Scar by now has a lubed finger inside of him, breathy gasps being the only noise he’s able to make, face twisted into concentration. He tries to focus on the feeling of his finger inside of him, tries to focus on the way it sends sparks down his spine, rather than the two sets of eyes that feel like they’re burning into him.

"I think you’re ready for two fingers now, Scar” Grian orders, reveling in the way Scar whimpers, looking up at him and Bdubs. Bdubs lets out a desperate keen at how Scar looks disheveled already. A needy, desperate look in Scars eyes. “O-okay, G” Scar inhales sharply, applying more lube to his fingers before moving them back down, eyes fluttering shut as he slips the first finger in with ease. He wiggles the next one in slowly, biting his lip roughly as to stop a moan escaping him.

Scar has to use his free hand to balance himself against the side of the bed, savouring the drag of his fingers against his walls, trying not to let the feeling of their eyes drag him under. Shame swirls through his gut, remembering who he’s about to be fucked by. But something more tints the shame, and he can’t tell what it is.

By the time he’s added a third finger he can hear Bdubs whimpering behind him, Grian toying with his nipples. Bdubs looks gorgeous with his legs spread out as he’s on his knees, head resting back against his cousins’ shoulder, a beautiful red flush traveling over his body.

“You’re doing such a good job Scar, so proud of you” Grian praises, making Scar feel lightheaded with the arousal that slams into him. He moans, the moan tapering off into an embarrassed whine as he buries his face into the side of the bed.

“Don’t hide your pretty little face, Scar. Look at me.”

Scar feels breathless, the way Grian demands him around. He looks over at Grian and Bdubs, a breathy moan slipping out at the sight in front of him.

"You excited to feel your brother’s cock inside you, Scar?” Grian teases, enjoying the way Scar’s body trembles at his words. “I know Bdubs is excited to be inside you, aren’t you little cousin?” Bdubs whimpers, pressing up into Grian’s hands. His cock is flushed, up against his stomach, pre already weeping from the tip.

“I think- I’m ready” Scar stutters, grinding down on his fingers while pleadingly looking at Grian and Bdubs. “What a good, big boy you are” Grian purrs. He moves his hands from Bdubs, kissing his neck softly before moving away.

“Scar, lie down on your back. Bdubs, I want you to put some lube on your cock, understood?” Grian says sternly, as he grabs a pillow from Scar’s bed. Bdubs hurriedly responds with a short “yes!”, grabbing the bottle of lube. Scar settles on his back, before Grian gets a pillow settled under his hips.

Scar can’t help himself, grabbing Grian by the back of his head and dragging him down for a sloppy, desperate kiss. Grian nips at his bottom lip, swallowing the resounding whine from Scar. He rests a hand against Scar’s neck, enjoying the way Scar tries to press his neck up against it, as if begging for Grian to squeeze down.

He pulls away, looking over at Bdubs who’s working his hand up and down his shaft, thighs shaking. “Ready, baby?” Grian coos, breaking from his demanding demeanor. Bdubs whimpers, nodding as he pulls his hand away. “Cmere then little cousin” he holds an arm out, letting Bdubs sidle up close, until he’s in front of Scar’s legs.

“I’m gonna guide you through how to do this, okay? And Scar, use your big boy words if you need us to stop or slow down” Scar downright groans at being talked to like that, wiggling his hips.

“Alright baby boy, you’re gonna shuffle forward until you’re right up against your brother okay?” Grian gets behind Bdubs, helping him move forward until he’s pressing up against Scar, making both of them whimper excitedly. Grian gets Scar to hold his legs up, folded against his chest so that he’s showing off his ass to them. “And now..” Grian reaches to grab Bdubs’ hand, placing it on his cock. “You’re going to guide your dick to Scars asshole. Just like that” He gently helps him line it up to Scars’ stretched hole, pressing Bdubs’ hips forward with his own. Bdubs chokes on a moan as he starts to press in, Scar whining underneath them. Bdubs continues to slowly press in, gasping and moaning as he uses his hands to grab onto Scar’s legs. “Good boys, you're both doing so well” Grian praises, ignoring how hard he is in his pants as Bdubs bottoms out in Scar.

“How does it feel, baby? To finally be fucking your brother?” Bdubs moans loudly, feeling Scar tighten around him at Grians words. “S-so- So fucking good, Grian. I-” Bdubs groans, shifting his hips. “Oh I bet, I might have to have a turn after you.. Now all you have to do is move your hips like this-” Grian grips Bdubs hips, helping him pull away before thrusting back in. Scar gasps, keening. Grian can’t help but smirk at the two boys, watching Bdubs start to thrust as he moves away to watch properly.

Bdubs can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner. “You feel- You feel incredible around me- ngh- Scar-” Bdubs says, voice high pitched and wobbly as he figures out the best way to thrust in the position they're in. He quickly finds a comfortable movement, leaning forward more to put his hands on the ground next to Scar rather than on Scar’s folded legs.

He thinks he might get lost to the sensation of Scars’ tight walls around him, feeling Scar moan and squirm underneath him, trying to grind up against Bdubs’ stomach and back down onto his cock. He never thought fucking his twin would feel this good.

Scar loves the way Bdubs fills him up so well, the drag of his cock against his walls feels incredible. He looks over at Grian, moaning when he notices that Grian is slowly stroking himself as he watches.

“M-more, Bdubs please-” Scar pleads, before dragging Bdubs in for a desperate kiss. Bdubs groans, moving his hips faster, chasing the addictive pleasure that is burning within him. It’s so good, it’s almost too much yet not enough. He can feel the burning pleasure building in a knot in his stomach as he starts thrusting sloppier and harder, pounding into Scar as he chases his own pleasure.

“So good, been wanting- wanting this for so long. You’re so- mngh- so tight, so good around me-” Bdubs rambles, hiding his face in the crook of Scar’s neck. Scar grips onto Bdubs’ back, panting heavily between desperately loud moans and whines. The way Bdubs’ thrusting feels almost animalistic is so hot to Scar, the way he’s not caring about if Scar is enjoying it or not. Chasing his own pleasure like this, using his own twin to get off. It’s so fucking hot to Scar.

The shame burns with the pleasure, and he looks longingly at Grian. “Yes, baby boy?” Grian prompts, staring hotly into Scars eyes as he works his cock with his hand. “Want to use your pretty mouth, huh?” Scar nods frantically. “Please G, Please. I’ll be so good, please use my mouth-” Scar begs, eyes wide.

“Of course, little cousin” Grian purrs, shuffling forward until his hips are next to Scar’s face. Scar opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as Bdubs continues to fuck him roughly. He grips onto Scar’s hair, tugging him forward to shove his cock in his mouth. Scar almost gags, trying not to sputter around Grians girth.

“You’re such a natural at this, how many nights have you dreamed of this Scar? Of having your older cousin fuck your mouth like this?” Grian grumbles, using the grip on Scars’ hair to fuck his mouth roughly. Scar looks lost in it all, eyes rolling back as drool is dribbling and smearing all over his chin and the side of his mouth. The only thing Scar does is try to keep his jaw relaxed, feeling himself get lost in the way his scalp burns, in the feeling of Bdubs hammering into him, and the feeling of Grian filling his mouth in the best way possible. It feels so fucking good, and somehow the knowledge of it being his brother and cousin making him feel this way makes it feel even better.

Bdubs lets out a muffled cry, hips jerking as he cums. The feeling of Cum filling Scar up makes him moan loudly, almost choking on Grians’ cock. Bdubs grabs at Scar's dick, jerking him as he grinds and ruts against Scar.

  “Shit, Scar- Gonna cum in your mouth baby boy, you better swallow it all” He warns, one last time roughly shoving Scars’ head forward by his hair, forcing him to stay there as he cums with a high pitched keen. That shoves Scar over the edge, struggling to breathe as he swallows as much as he can, feeling so full. Bdubs hand is rough, desperate around his cock. It’s too much as he rides into oversensitivity, Grian pulling his cock out and letting go of Scars hair. Scars’ head hits the floor lightly, as cum joins his drool and fresh new tears on his face. Bdubs pulls his hand away, licking at the cum curiously.

“Good boys. Such good boys” Grian mummers, petting Scar’s head and kissing Bdubs forehead.

Grian helps Bdubs pull out, cleaning them both up quickly. He gets them into Scar’s bed, cuddling Scar between them both.