Ruined By The Coby Twins

Ruined By The Coby Twins 1

ASHLEY'S POV

EVERY CHARACTER IS ABOVE 18.

I f****d the Coby twins. Two of them identical. Raw. Both of them deep in me, pulling my tight p***y apart.

Yes, I did it and I loved it... every inch of it.

This has kinda been a secret.

Who am I kidding? It’s defs a secret I've been keeping for over six months now.

I'm not even sure I should be this excited about it. Help me!

First, before I continue… promise it'll stay between the both of us, because how it happened totally took me off guard. You'll be surprised too.

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It started on Valentine's eve last year. I was just leaving Stephanie's birthday bash when I caught a spill of light reflecting off a red car.

The driver?

Easily the hottest, most well-built jock I'd ever seen.

Jason Coby.

A tall, smoldering chunk of testosterone and ripping muscles.

He parked his car and stepped out, the sunset hitting his blond hair at the perfect angle to give him that main character halo around his face… and suddenly I felt naked.

Not the spicy kinda naked. No. The I-look-like a bum-in-this-hideous-modest-outfit-my-mum-forced-me-to-wear kinda naked. Eew.

‘OMG, he's walking up to me now. Act normal, Ashley’, I rambled in my head.

“Hey, umm…”, Jason began, coming up the entrance stairs to me. His expression shifted like he was trying to remember my name.

“Oh… right… I'm Ashley", I blurted. “Yes, Ashley… that's my name… me”. I let out a nervous laugh that sounded like it needed help.

Crap. Get it together Ashley.

“Oh, nice, I'm Jason”, he responded, offering his hand. The contact between our skin flipped something low in my stomach. “You live around here?”

“Me? Oh no… just here for a friend's birthday.”

“Stephanie?”

“Well yes. She's been my closest friend since, like, fifth grade. She's also gonna be travelling for her first year in college this week… so her parents decided to throw this mega birthday party for her.”

Had I just overshared? Probably. Hopefully he wasn't irritated by my big mouth… because who asked for all this “totally necessary” information?

I was sure he was scanning me top to bottom. And my outfit? Betraying me completely.

But instead, Jason tilted his head and smiled at me. Like, actually smiled… and I nearly died on Stephanie's front lawn.

"Stephanie's cool," he said, nodding slowly. "She's my girlfriend."

And just like that, the world did a little spin.

GIRLFRIEND!

The word hit somewhere behind my ribs. Which is weird because… I literally just met this dude thirty seconds ago. You can't have feelings for someone in thirty seconds. That's not how feelings worked. Right?

Except, apparently my feelings didn't get that memo.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Fifty f*****g times… smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

"Oh wow, that's so sweet!" I heard myself say. My voice even sounded happy. Like, genuinely happy… whoever was operating my mouth at that moment deserved a f*****g Oscar because my brain was absolutely not on the same page.

His girlfriend. Stephanie. My Stephanie?

We'd been best friends since we were literally ten and still thought boys had coochies. Yet she never mentioned him?

Not just any guy.

Him!!

Betrayal!

"Yeah," Jason said, rocking back on his heels, hands in his pockets now. Looking all relaxed and golden and completely unaware that he had just broken something small and stupid inside a girl he'd known for less than a minute.

"We've been together almost a year.” A year?? My head actually throbbed. “She talks about you a lot, actually. Ashley… the quiet one."

The quiet one?

I almost burst into laughter.

More like the single and desperate-to-get-laid one.

"That's me," I said instead, pointing finger guns at myself like an absolute dork.

Who did that?? Who pointed finger guns?? I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole… ugly modest outfit and all.

He chuckled slightly though. A low, warm sound that rolled through the evening air and landed somewhere it had absolutely no business landing.

Stop it, Ashley.

"Tell Steph I said happy birthday again," I managed, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder. "And she better call me before she goes to bed.”

He stepped aside for me to go down the stairs.

Then.

“Ya know, this dress makes you look kinda thick, Ash?” he said, turning his head to follow behind me as I walked away from him.

My face immediately felt terribly flushed. I didn't turn to respond to him, scared he'd see what he was doing to me.

I heard the entrance door shut behind him. He didn't even wait for a reaction. He didn't need to.

Was he flirting? Nah he couldn't.

I was overthinking things. It was just a harmless compliment… right?

Back home, I shut my bedroom door harder than necessary. The sound echoed. I didn't care.

All I could think about was Jason. Jason.

JASON.

The way he looked at me.

The way he said my name.

The way that stupid comment he made stuck to my skin like it meant something.

I tossed my bag aside and stood there for a second, just breathing.

This was stupid. He was Stephanie's boyfriend.

I should have let it go. I didn't.

After a quick shower, I changed into my nightwear and dropped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.

Then something caught my eyes at the edge of the bed.

My phone.

No, I wasn't actually going to…

Inhaling a deep breath, I grabbed it.

“Just to look,” I muttered under my breath, already unlocking it.

Instagram opened before I could even pretend to hesitate.

My fingers hovered over the search bar.

J. A. S. O. N. C…

His profile appeared immediately.

I clicked. And I immediately regretted it.

I swallowed slowly as I scrolled.

Each picture was hotter than the last.

The confidence. The body. The way he looked into the camera like he knew what he was doing… to me.

The thought of him being Stephanie's boyfriend hit. Stayed. Then it started to blur.

I shifted slightly on the bed, suddenly too aware of the heat rising in my own body.

This was a bad idea. I should stop. But I didn't.

My thumb slowed over one photo.

I imagined what it would feel like to be pinned to the wall by those huge arms… by him. Would he take it easy or would he be rough just the way I wanted to be handled?

I bit my lower lip as I zoomed into the very visible bulge on his trousers.

“f**k,” I muttered again.

I felt my p***y get wet immediately. I sat up on the bed, tension building between my legs.

I focused on the prominent bulge, wondering what his c**k would look like curled in there. I knew it would be huge. The perfect size for stretching out tight cunts like my own. Maybe, he stretched out Stephanie's own like that too.

My free hand shifted slightly against the sheets like they didn't know where to go. I knew exactly where they wanted to go.

My hesitation slipped. My body stopped asking.

I closed my eyes. There was only… him.

His voice came first. Low. Too close to ignore. “I loved how thick your ass looked in that dress, Ash.”

I swallowed.

“Stop,” I whispered to myself.

I didn't mean it. Not really.