Page 37 of Twins for the Bratva

“Nothing’s wrong with you. I didn’t say I didn’t want to touch you,” he said calmly. For a moment, we just stared at each other.

Konstantin turned his attention back to the television. Looking at him in disbelief, I felt a flash of anger surging through me.

Stomping my foot, I blurted out. “Well, then, I must be ugly now that I am getting bigger. Now, my body is changing. It seems you are no longer attracted to me.” I heard my voice cracking as I said the last part. Glancing down, I blinked rapidly, not wanting him to see the tears welling up.

Konstantin rose from the couch, his full attention on me. Moving closer, he put his arms around me. “Sugar,” he said softly. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are perfect, and so is your body. Please don’t ever say you are ugly.” He softly lifted my face and looked into my eyes.

“Why are you avoiding me?” I whispered, trying my best to swallow the lump of sand accumulating there.

He kissed my cheeks tenderly. First one, then the other, before wiping at the lone tear strolling down my cheek. “Why are you avoiding me?” I asked again softly.

Rubbing his head, Konstantin let out a sigh. “I haven’t been avoiding you, sugar. I have only been keeping my distance to keep myself in line. I didn’t want to feel tempted by touching you. You have enough on your plate.”

I stood amazed at what he just said. I watched as he turned, lowered his head, and went to his room. Knowing hewanted me made me feel a tad better. But I wanted his touch. Walking to my room, I decided I would make him lose control.

Opening the closet, I stared at the clothing. My eyes landed on one of the skimpy clubbing dresses I bought. Taking it out, I held it up, studying it. “Yes, this will do the trick,” I said to myself as I walked to the bathroom.

Once dressed, I turned, looking at myself in the life-size mirror. I had to admit it was a bit stretched, but I looked edible, I thought. The bloodred dress was tight over my enlarged breasts. The opening between the breast and stomach exposed quite a bit of the bottom of my breasts.

Grinning, I like the way it sat better with my extra weight. It wasn’t very long and barely covered my ass. The slits on the sides ran up to my hips, where my thighs now protruded clearly.

Konstantin’s door was open. Walking in, I saw him sitting by the window reading a file. Kicking back, I listened as the door slammed shut behind me. He turned and gazed at me, his mouth hanging open. This was the reaction I wanted. Feeling happy with myself, I walked over to the bed.

Before I reached it, I made as if I had dropped something. Bending over, I made sure my rear was exposed. I heard him shifting on the couch. Standing, I walked to the edge of the bed closest to the sofa.

Sitting on the corner, I opened my legs slightly. Moving my head fast, I flipped my hair over my shoulder, placed a finger on my lips, and batted my eyes. He smiled but didn’t move.

Picking up one leg, I placed my foot on the couch between his legs. Bending forward, I moved my fingers slowly up my leg. Still, he didn’t move. I knew he wanted me as the bulge in his pants spoke a language I understood. But he was not reacting asI wanted him to. Standing, I sat down over his legs, running my fingers through his hair as I leaned in.

Kissing the tip of his ear, I breathed out heavily before speaking. “I want you to fill me…”

Before I could finish my sentence, his hands were on my hips. He stood up with me in his arms and placed me back on the corner of the bed. Bending forward, he squeezed my legs just above my knees. “No sugar, not now,” he said before sitting down again.

What was wrong with him? “Please give me a valid reason!” I spat at him, folding my arms across my chest.

Konstantin lowered his head and held it in his hands. He let out a deep breath. Looking up, I noticed he seemed plagued. His face was kind of scrunched, and his eyes looked sad. “I feel so bad that I dragged you into this dangerous life,” he breathed out. “I can’t even keep you safe; look at what almost happened.”

Standing, I stepped closer. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I smiled. “Baby, you don’t have to feel bad about anything. I chose to stay even after knowing the dangers. I want to be part of your life.”

Konstantin looked into my eye as if he was searching for something. Sitting down on his lap, I continued. “I’m able to handle myself. Please believe me when I say, I want to stay. I choose you and all the risk that comes our way.”

Taking my face into his hands, Konstantin kissed me. His kiss was hard but became softer the longer it lasted. Konstantin took me in his arms and stood up. Turning, he lowered me onto the couch and got on his knees before me.

As we kissed, our tongues played. I felt his hands move in under my dress as he pushed my legs apart. He played with hisfinger over my panties. Bending slightly, I pushed my hand into his pants, taking hold of his dick and balls.

We both moaned as we rubbed each other. Konstantin laid kisses down my arm as I leaned back, catching my breath. As he went, he unzipped my dress and gently pulled it down. He kissed my neck, moving down to suck on my breasts.

Arching into him, I dug my hands into his hair, moaning. Pulling back, he stood and quickly removed his clothing. As he came down onto his knees between my legs, he grabbed my hips and pulled me forward. My rear was now on the edge of the couch.

Konstantin lifted my legs to his shoulders. Removing my panties, he kissed each leg from my feet up to my thighs. Lowering my legs, he moved forward. Smiling, he kissed my stomach. Looking up, he spoke softly. “You are so gorgeous, sugar.”

Shifting closer, Konstantin kissed and nibbled at my breasts. I gasped as I felt his finger pushing into my pussy. With his thumb, he played with my clitoris. “Oh, baby,” I moaned as shivers rampaged through me.

My body shook as vibrations ran through my senses. Lifting my ass, I pushed his fingers deeper inside. “Oh, baby,” I screamed as I shook from pleasure. Konstantin moved closer and put his stiff cock inside me. Pulling me lower on the couch, he shoved into me hard.

Biting my lower lip, I grinned at him. I was almost sitting on his lap. Only my back was still on the couch. After a couple of hard and deep pumps, I could hear his breathing becoming louder.

“Baby,” I said, lifting my head. “Take me from behind.”

---