My heart skips a beat and my blurred brain can't think. As it goes on, and he fucks him deeper I stay rooted, shocked and mesmerized by the sight. It's hotter than it has any right to be. I've never seen two men having sex before. I didn't even think about two men having sex either, I'm very much into girls. I'm not against it, not at all, it's just not something I thought about.

But these two were making a show, especially the guy that's doing all the work. It's such a beautiful, hypnotizing sight—the lean muscles of his back covered in sweat, his dark hair sticking out in all directions like someone pulled on it, the way his movements look gracious and wild at the same time. I'm definitely more drunk than I thought I was because I can't look away.

The click of the door closing echoes through the room and the dark haired man turns his head around and looks at me straight into the eyes.

"¿Quieres unirte a nosotros?" I'm surprised when I recognize his face even though I've never met him in my life. The resemblance is uncanny. His luscious lips smile seductively as he doesn't stop moving, his dick deep inside the other person. Not caring.

"I... w-what?" I gulp as my throat dries and suddenly he stops moving as he hears me speak. "I'm sorry, I was looking for Sofia's room."

He bites his bottom lip as he glances all over my body and I feel exposed even though he's the one who's naked. I manage to look away because that action somehow makes me more uncomfortable than the act that he's doing with that other guy. In the dimly lit room, as the man under him wriggles, demanding more, saying his name again—Nico, Nicolas—Marc's other brother, Sofia's twin, I definitely see all the similarities between the siblings. But how is it possible that he looks more beautiful than Sofia?

"This is Sofia's room,'' he speaks again, in English now, and it surprises me that he barely has an accent. Then he resumes his thrusts, hard, punishing, fast. The muscles in his thighs keep tensing, flexing through his skin and I just turn around to reach for the door and run the hell out of there. But the door opens and Sofia enters casually, a bottle of red wine in her hands. She is surprised for only two seconds after she sees her brother fucking someone in her bed.

"I see you met Nicolas."

"Uh... I think I'm gonna go to my room."

Both of the men grunt loudly at that moment, clearly reaching their peak and Nico pulls out, breathing heavily, swiping his unruly hair from his forehead. He stumbles a little as he climbs off the bed and the man sighs and slowly starts getting up. I see his face. And as if all this isn't strange enough I notice that this guy is quite older than us, maybe in his thirties. What the fuck is going on here, this is all so bizarre.

I look at Sofia to search for the same reaction but she's trying to open the bottle of wine, completely ignoring the whole scene. Like she's seen it all before. Like it's normal.

"So you are the London boy."

Nico approaches us, still naked, cock hanging low, with a condom still clinging to it. I don't know where to look but I try to compose myself and appear casual and unfazed as he comes near because for some reason he doesn't stop staring at me, assessing me and I hate when attention is solely on me.

"Yeah, this is Jordan Maxwell,'' Sofia says instead of me, appreciatively, like I'm some prize she's just won and she passes the bottle of wine to her brother. Seeing your sibling naked post-sex is strange and definitely not my thing. I shift awkwardly in my spot as Nico swigs from the bottle, never breaking eye contact. Damn, his eyes are intense. Yeah, they're that gorgeous shade of brown as Sofia's but with flecks of green and golden honey. They're so much more. I don't know what, but just more.

"I didn't know you had... company," she says and looks at the man who is getting dressed now, not all interested in the three of us.

"Well I was bored, you said you'll be coming to bed two hours ago so I waited and waited. Then I decided to have some fun."

"Well I met Jordan and we got some wine."

The man behind Nico is completely dressed now, he says something in Spanish to him and Nico turns around and kisses his cheek quickly. After he leaves the room, Nico passes the bottle of wine to me. His lips are so unrealistically red. It's probably from the wine.

"Nice to meet you, Jordan," he smiles and I recognize that it's not the most sincere smile but then he steps closer and kisses my cheek. And then the other. And it's slower than I think it should be. It's confusing and I feel more drunk. It's strange. I lean back and clear my throat. He notices how uncomfortable he made me and a shameful smirk shows across his face.

"Hope you liked our wine. Want some more?"

"No. I mean, yeah I liked the wine. But I don't think I want more. I'm gonna go..."

Sofia takes the bottle instead and links her arm with mine then leans her head on my shoulder as Nico walks away, throwing the used condom in the basket and picking up his underwear from the floor. Finally. I was trying so hard not to glance at his dick all this time.

"Déjalo ir, Sofía, que no quiere quedarse," he says something as he pulls his underwear on.

"Ugh... but I like his company. Jordan, you're fun. Sleep here, with us, we can watch a movie."

"Why do you guys sleep in the same bed?" I speak before I think. Sofia laughs at this and Nico's expression is serious as he looks at Sofia's and mine interlocked arms. He approaches us again.

"That's enough Sofia, you had too much already."

He takes the bottle of wine from her and pulls her close so she's not holding me anymore. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and kisses her temple. "Go to bed, guapa, porfa?"

His voice is gentle and soft, as she closes her eyes, suddenly looking tired. And as if he hypnotized her just with his voice and touch she obeys instantly and they walk towards the large bed together. Nico pulls the dirty sheet away and she flops tiredly on the mattress. He kisses her forehead affectionately as he takes off her sundress, leaving her in her bra and undies. This is so disturbing and I try to look away but I can't help it, I look back at the pair of them—they are both so perfect, so beautiful. So intriguing. Why didn't I leave already?

"I know what this looks like, but it's none of your damn business, London boy," he says as if he can read my mind. He walks back to me now, suddenly his face is less cocky, just serious.

"I don't care, I..."

"Just don't tell Marc or anyone about what you saw me doing with that guy, alright?" He doesn't even allow me to finish what I wanted to say and walks to the door. He opens it and just stands next to it, waiting. I realize that it's Nico's way of telling me to leave.

"I won't tell," I bite back as I walk out.

"Cool." He pushes the door to close but I hear him before it does.

"Welcome to the family."

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A/N

A couple of Spanish sentences there, translations are in the inline comment. Also the story will be narrated by Jordan only. Thanks for reading!
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