Spike pushed the armrest up between their narrow airplane seats and put his arm consolingly around his brother.
"It'll be all right, Will. Just three weeks until finals and then were back for a month."
William looked up shyly at his brother. "Are you all right with this? With us? With Dawn?"
Spike just smiled a wicked grin and pulled his brother's hand into his lap that was growing just thinking about the past two days. Will smiled too.
"I'm the one touched 'er first, didn't I? An told her I loved her first? I was afraid you'd be hurt or wouldn't understand, but then I looked at you, and I knew. You felt it too. I never really thought about 'er that way, truth to tell." At Will's disbelieving glance, Spike confessed, "Okay, maybe once or twice when I let m'self indulge, but I always told m'self I had to behave around the Niblet. You, however " the wicked grin reformed, "M' brain would never quite listen when I told it t' shut the bloody hell up."
"So we're going to keep doing this?" Will asked to be sure. "I mean," he leaned in and whispered into Spike's ear, "She's our sister."
Spike started laughing and the passengers around them turned to look.
"In case ya didn't notice, Luv, yer m' brother, twins even. Doesn't stop ya from," he noticed their audience and mouthed, "fuckin' me senseless three times a day."
Will nodded, Spike had a point. A very good point. Such a good point, in fact that he settled into his seat and let his mind play back over last night.
It had been nearly one in the morning before their parents went to bed. One of those old-movie channels had been playing "Miracle on 34th Street" and it was one of Mum's favourites. Much as he'd been eager for whatever might be going to happen with his brother and sister once they were alone, Will relished those few hours when it was the five of them watching a movie and eating popcorn, Spike keeping the fire stoked and Niblet curled up next to him, her head resting on his thigh. Like a real family, like they'd been in those rare moments when they were kids, when everything was peaceful and everyone was happy. Moments so rare that one tended to cherish them more than diamonds or gold once they'd grown up.
After the movie, Mum and Dad yawned and stretched and Dad smiled and winked in Mum's direction. It was obvious they'd be busy on their own and not likely to disturb the "children" for the next few hours.
Perfect.
"Night, boys. Goodnight, Dawnie." Mum had kissed the top of their heads and took Dad's hand to head upstairs.
They'd sat there for a moment after their parents had left, too lost in nostalgia to move. Luckily, Spike, practical one that he is, broke from his fog and went to the liquor cabinet in the dining room and brought back a bottle of Jack Daniels' Gentleman Jack that he was swigging and a bottle of Di Sarronna, which he handed to Dawn, after waiting for her nod that this would be acceptable and a bottle of Drambuie that he handed to Will.
"Notice you didn't swill Dad's bourbon earlier when you might have been around when he noticed that you'd drunk it all. Had to wait 'til the night before we leave, didn't ya?" Will observed while he unscrewed the cap from the Drambuie.
Spike grinned, "You know it, brother." He tapped a finger on the side of his head. "Got a brain in here. 'M not just a hot bod and a huge cock."
Knowing just how hot that body could be made Will leer at his brother, and when Spike sat on the floor in front of the couch, Will crawled over to him and straddled his thighs.
"Missed you," he told him before lowering his head for a kiss. It was meant to be long and passionate, but Dawn's sweet sigh made Spike break the kiss to smile. Will turned his head to look at her. "What're you waiting for, Sweet Bit? C'mere." He scooted back a bit and helped Dawn slide between them facing Spike. Then he leaned past her to continue kissing his brother.
Not wanting Dawn to feel left out, not to mention being desperate to touch her, Will's hand slid across her stomach and under her shirt and Spike's hands grabbed her ass and pulled her in tighter to his hard on. Will humped into her ass and Spike's hands. They'd never tried frottage before, always bypassing it for the more satisfying actual deed, but this was so bloody erotic he was wondering why he and Spike had never indulged before.
For that matter, all that time they'd spent fighting as kids would have been better spent in activities more carnal.
Youth is definitely wasted on the young.
The kiss ended when air became a necessity, but that didn't slow any of them down. Dawn was riding Spike's lap with fervent zeal, angling her hips on each down-stroke so that her lush bum would rub his own begging-for-attention hard-on.
Heaven.
He pulled her shirt over her head and Spike unhooked her front-snap bra. He had to feel her skin against him. He pulled off his own shirt as Dawn practically ripped Spike's from his body and the brothers wrenched closer to her, heat infusing their flesh as they experienced skin on skin on skin.
Spike drew Dawn into a kiss and Will tasted her shoulder with his tongue as they continued the slow-motion grinding, bringing them all closer to completion. Spike's hand found Will's hair, caressing his scalp in the way he always did when their kisses got especially passionate and Will knew what Dawn was experiencing from Spike's exquisite mouth. God, how had he existed before Spike's kisses came into his life?
He felt a hand at his waist and the delicate touch let him know that it was Dawn, needing more connection.
"I got ya, Baby," he whispered, reassuring her that he was getting as much out this as she was. "Never gonna let you go. Three of us, meant to be together. Three, will always be three."
Her voice broke when she voiced her fear. "You guys are leaving tomorrow. You'll be together without me. Forget about me."
Spike chuckled. "Ya think we could forget this, Baby? We'll be back, Luv, back as soon as finals are done. First plane, I promise."
Will ground in a little harder, he was so close.
"It'll be three, Baby, I promise," Will assured her. "You're part of us now. If you're not there, a piece is missing."
"Doesn't mean I won't fuck him when we're back at school," Spike thought he should clarify. "But we'll call you every day use the internet hey! We could get one of those naughty chat rooms."
Dawn smiled. "Promise?"
"Every day, Luv, every day. Not gonna go back to classes and find some bloke ta "
"No!" Dawn stopped him before he could even finish the thought. "No one ever measures up to you two. Every boy I've ever dated hates you because I kept comparing them."
Conversation stopped because Spike chose that moment to latch onto one of her breasts and the moaning brought more concentration to their efforts to get each other off. Spike thrust up and Will ground forward and Dawn played the conduit to the two of them with equal alacrity.
Spike and Will shared another kiss and this time Dawn joined them, mouths and tongues merging taste and sensation until their bodies at last convulsed, each and together. Brother, sister, brother.
Perfect timing.
Will had been amazed at just how much energy it took to not even fuck and was considering sleeping arrangements when Spike suggested round two in the guest bedroom. Firstly because it had a king-sized bed, but also because Mum wouldn't look there for them in the morning and when she found them not in their own beds, she'd just assume they had all gone out early.
"Brillia-"
Will was brought back to the present when the warning ding sounded in the plane, signaling that they were about to land. He looked over to Spike, who smiled knowingly. "Me too. Let's hurry and get off this tin bird so we can get back and call her, yeah?"
"Yeah," Will agreed.
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(translation: Please don't sue me; I'm poor and you'll only get four dogs and the Buffy The Vampire Slayer™ and Angel™ series of DVDs.)
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