Page 78 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

I shrug. “I can take Tyler.” I stand up and throw a pillow her direction. “Get some sleep. It’ll all be fine.”

“Oh Lord, a grandma.”

She rests her head in her hands and peeks out between her fingers before lowering her hands into her lap. “You know, I never thought I’d be one of those women who can’t accept their age and insist on being a Mimi or a Gigi, but now? Faced with Grandma? I wouldn’t mind being a Mimi.”

I pat her knee. “Whatever you call yourself, you’ll be great at it.”

“And you’ll be an amazing dad, Chris. I know you didn’t have one yourself, but you can learn from the example of your mother, too.”

“I had a dad,” I correct her as I walk backwards toward my bedroom and say, “He was just in prison.” I point finger guns at her to let her know that I can laugh about it and then I, finally, enter my own room.

everythingng I do feels like it’s being done with the shadow of two children behind me.

I brush my teeth and imagine a toothbrush holder with four brushes. I gargle mouthwash and imagine all of us piled into a bathroom swishing together. I can see myself now tickling them while they try to hold it, their cheeks ballooned out.

I put on my pajama pants and a t-shirt and think of all the children’s pajama sets I’ve walked by stores over the course of my life. It has to be in the thousands. It never matters and then one day, it matters.

I feel myself drift off, my mind on the babies and the future as the image becomes clearer and more concrete.

The children shift in nature, their heads enlarging and their bodies turning into baby rattles. Their baby rattles morph into rattlesnakes, and I scream in terror for just a second before picking up the snakes and singing them a lullaby. I watch the snakes’ fangs retract into their heads and their tongues flit in and out as their mouths upturn into smiles.

I wake up to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open, though I’m unsure if I’m truly awake or still in a dream. The open door throws a slat of light across my face, and I look over to see what’s throwing the light.

Hannah stands in the doorway, her silhouette darkened by the light coming in behind her from the hallway.

I smile slightly as I sense her approaching. Her footsteps are quiet and slight, though the wood squeaks underneath them slightly.

She crawls on top of me and I can feel her straddling me, heating my upper thighs and cock as she lowers herself onto me. She pins down my wrists and grinds against my already hardening cock. Her pelvis rubs against mine as she lowers herself, lying her body down across mine, relaxing her weight onto me. She kisses my throat softly, her lips warm pillows against my skin.

“Aren’t you worried your mom might hear?” I whisper when I feel her ear brush against my mouth. I catch her lobe between my lips and suckle gently.

“Shhh,” she tells me, covering my mouth with her hand. I have a childish instinct to lick her palm, but instead I bring my hand up and grip the back of her neck with my hand.

“That’s not how this works,” I growl to her, pulling her face into mine and crushing my lips against hers. I suck on her bottom lip and then run her lip through my teeth, tugging on it until I feel her moan release into my mouth. “You don’t tell me what to do.”

She squeaks a moan, and with my eyes still covered, I hold her hips with both hands and flip her over so that she’s on her back. I hear her stifle a gasp from underneath me as she hits the mattress.

Slowly, I trail my fingers up her arms until I find her hands and clasp her wrists to the bed. She tenses beneath me, catching her breath in her chest, and I relax her wrists to interlace my fingers in hers. I lower my face to hers and kiss her lips with a gentle pressure. “Tell me you understand,” I whisper against her lips.

“I understand,” she moans back.

“I can keep you here as long as I want.”

I drag my nose across her cheek and down her jaw until I reach her clavicle. My right hand trails down the outline of her body,tracing the curve of her breast and the dip of her waist until my fingers grip the flesh of her hip.

Hannah wraps her legs around me, and I realize that she’s not wearing underwear beneath her nightgown as I feel her slick hole press against the skin of my stomach.

Just the feeling of her button against me makes me hungry for her, and I lower myself to her pelvis while on lying on top of her.

She wraps her fingers in my hair and whispers, “I don’t know if I can be quiet if you do that.”

“Do you want to be heard?” I ask from between her legs. I ask it as I nuzzle my lips under her clit, feeling the warmth she’s giving off.

“No!” she whispers forcefully, clamping her thighs around my ears and laughing. “I’ll do it, Chris, I swear I’ll pull your head right off.”

“Okay, okay, I can help, don’t do anything rash,” I tease, and she releases me, giggling.

“I didn’t want to have to do that, but you pushed me,” she warns.

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