Ollie detangles himself from me gently, but I don't trust my legs enough to stand. My hands are shaking and there's still tears in my eyes. The taste of Arlo's cum is fresh in my mouth and my slit is soaking in my own juices and Ollie's saliva.

"Wren?" Arlo asks, somewhat breathless. A shadow dances over me as he kneels down in front of me. "Are you okay?"

I do my best at a nod and slowly straighten up so I'm back on my knees. I wipe my tears. "Yeah."

His face is flushed and he smiles at me. "Here," he says, scooping me up into his arms.

I cling to his neck, expecting him to take us to the bathroom, but instead he sets me on the bed and climbs in next to me.

Ollie, who had disappeared into the closet, returns with a washcloth. He's put his boxers back on. Without a word, he climbs into bed on my other side.

"Open up," Arlo says softly, nudging my legs apart.

I obey him instantly, and Ollie runs the damp washcloth over me, wiping away any stickiness. I twitch uncontrollably at the coolness, and my nipples harden.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Ollie, who can see them through my bralette.

"Thank you," I tell him sincerely.

He just nods, and when he's done he tosses the small towel on the floor. He doesn't look me in the eye.

I glance at Arlo, and am surprised to see the hint of a smile on his face. He fluffs a few pillows and leans up against the headboard before pulling me onto his chest.

Ollie lies on his back on my other side, stares up at the ceiling. Our sides touch. Both of the boys are warm.

The three of us are quiet for a while, listening to the wind and watching the candlelight flicker on the ceiling. Arlo strokes my head with soft hands.

"That didn't feel like a punishment," I say.

Arlo's chest moves with his laugh, and I think I might actually hear Ollie roll his eyes.

"You going to explain yourself, Ollie?" Arlo says.

"Fuck you."

Arlo laughs harder.

I glance at the older twin, who finally meets my eyes. "Couldn't help it. You were soaked."

I must look confused, because he groans and rubs his face. Arlo continues to laugh.

"Jesus, Wren, you weren't supposed to cum, you understand?"

I stutter. "B-but Arlo told me to..."

"Because I started eating you out."

"And Big Brother wasn't supposed to do that," Arlo says deviously.

I watch Ollie for a moment. Are his cheeks flushed? "Then why did you?"

He licks his bottom lip, thinking. I don't think he's even aware of doing it, or how attractive it is. "I wanted to get you off. I wanted you to finish."

Well, I did just that. Just-had-sex Ollie is my favorite Ollie, I decide. He's vulnerable and his guard comes down. If only I could get this one all the time, then being around him would be that much more tolerable.

I grab his hand and pull him closer to us, so he's on his side. Laying my head back down on Arlo's chest, I intertwine my fingers with Ollie's.

He hesitates, then, slowly, he shifts so his pressing himself against my back.

Arlo kisses the top of my head.

"Can I ask you something?" I say quietly.

"As long as it's not about the room down the hall," Arlo replies.

"No, it's not about that." Though I will find out what's in that room.

"What do you want to know?"

"How'd you come to live here? I mean, this is a really nice place. You two don't work, or I'd know. And you're in school."

Silence.

Ollie's the one to break it. His breath tickles the nape of my neck. "About five years ago, our father reached out to us."

I want to turn to look at him, but I'm afraid if I do he'll clam up, so I stay still.

"He was a doctor at the hospital our mom worked at when they first met. They had a casual thing; liked drinking and doing drugs together. He was really into pills."

Arlo's fingers run through my hair.

"It wasn't long after we were born for him to realize kids weren't fun so he bolted. Found a new woman, decided to have a family with her. But he was still into pills and morphine." Ollie grips me a little tighter. There's a shake to his voice.

Arlo finishes for him. "There was a car accident with him and one of his kids. Nobody died, but his son was banged up pretty bad. So the old man got clean. Rehab, all the steps. Decided he wanted to do right by Mom and us."

"Sixteen years too fucking late," Ollie cuts in. "By then Mom was too sick and we were clearly fucked up. But we took his money. Least he could fucking do."

I pull Ollie's hand onto Arlo's chest and hold the both of them. "So you talk to him now?"

"Lunch once a month," Arlo says. "His condition for the allowance."

Ollie pulls his hand out of my grasp and runs it up my arm, spreading goosebumps. "Once we graduate, though, we won't need him for anything."

I'm still as he strokes me, as his hand trails down my side and coming to rest on my hip.

"I'm sorry about your Mom," I say softly. I knew, by the way Arlo spoke about her, always in the past tense, that she was no longer with us. I haven't asked him how she passed, and I won't. It'll be a conversation for when he wants to tell me.

Or, I realize, if Ollie would ever want to.

"She's better off where she is," Ollie says, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

I turn so I can look at him. "You're probably right."

His eyes trail across my face, drinking me in. "There you go again."

I raise an eyebrow. "What am I doing now?"

"You know better than to tease me, little Wren," he says curtly, pushing my head back down onto Arlo's chest. But there's a smile in his voice.