Page 13 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

Seeing Chris floods me with memories of last night’s fantasy, remembering how I touched myself while thinking about him licking my pussy. Right where we are now.

I feel vulnerable and on display somehow, like he could somehow know my thoughts and is teasing me because of them. I’m afraid to look, but I sense that my nipples are hard, and I know my panties are damp.

“You know, not to be rude, but I’m sort of a high-profile client. You should count yourself lucky to have ended up with me, and you’re acting instead like I’m some sort of burden.”

His voice has an edge to it like he really means what he’s saying. He’s shaking his leg a little. I don’t respond to the ridiculous sentiment.

“I just came by to bring you the documents but fine, sure, I’ll come back when it’s more convenient for you.”

He stands up quickly and his chair scrapes across the floor a little. “Sorry about that,” he murmurs as he makes his way to the front door.

“Christ, just give me the documents already,” I groan, holding out my hand. When he hands me a manilla folder, I lean back in my chair and begin reading. “Well, sit down. This’ll take a bit.”

He nods and sits quietly. “The thing is…”

I look up at him and again my eyes zip straight to his mouth. I force myself to look into his eyes. It feels like dragging rocks up a mountain.

“I really just came to drop them off. I didn’t mean to…for you to read them all the second I walked in the door.”

Shame fills my body, that dreadful heavy embarrassment, as Lucy goes over to him and sniffs at his legs. He turns his gaze to her, to her soft eyes that always seem to know just how someone is feeling. She really drills into your soul when she looks at you.

“Oh,” is all I say, and I set down the papers. “Well. Thanks then.”

“Yeah. Of course. I mean, thank you.”

He stands up, and Lucy again jumps at him, placing her fat paws right on his stomach. He grips her paws and dances with herwhile she bounces on her back feet to steady herself. “Were you lying when you said she doesn’t jump on people?”

“No, she really never has before. She’s always been so well-mannered.”

“What kind of dog is she?” he asks, wrapping Lucy’s paws around him and grinning at her big, square head.

“Um, I don’t know, tell you the truth. I found her in a dumpster. She looks like a black lab mix to me.”

I lean back a little and bounce my pen against my thigh, a bad habit that annoyed everyone all throughout my school years.

“Right?” I ask, looking at him to verify for some reason.

“She does, yeah. A bit big for a lab, though. I was just wondering. She looks a lot like my old dog did, but she was a mix – never knew what she was, either.”

“You had a dog?”

The random self-disclosure surprises me. I’ve known Chris since he was a college boy and I was about 10 years old, and I’ve never known him to have a dog.

“Just for a few months.” His answer is mysterious and his voice strained, and for a moment I see pain across his face. I’ve never known Chris to be so serious.

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, yeah, well, it’s okay. I just – I had a puppy with Julie, but she took her with her when she left. Well, anyway, who knows if my dog would have looked like Lucy? She was so little then. But you know, doggie parents have a sense of what our little guys will grow up to look like.”

I smile at the sentiment. I know what he means. I’ve often pictured Lucy older, her face smattered with gray across her nose the way my freckles fall.

“We do, yeah. Hey, I’m sorry about your puppy. You never saw her again? So you and Julie don’t share custody?”

I remember the wedding – well, thealmostwedding -- clearly. It was the most intense thing I’d ever been a witness to.

I’d been Tyler’s plus one that day, and the silence had been agonizing, crushing while Chris stood at the altar waiting.

Julie never showed, and the moment had stretched out in front of all of us until it seemed like it would never end.

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