Page 22 of The Twins

Tovah 15.

“God dammit, Tov,” Blanche hisses beneath me. I slap her naked tit, pumping my hips.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Arching my back, I plant my fists beside her head and press my lips to her throat, then lick up the sweat on her skin.

“It’s…it’s…”

I laugh even as my own climax quickly approaches. I don’t want her to cum just yet though. “Do not cum.”

“The stim…”

“I know. Don’t cum.”

Blanche grits her teeth, her hands moving quick to pinch both my nipples hard. Does she not know who she’s dealing with? The strap-on she’s wearing has a clit stim attachment. The thick girth of the artificial dick is enough, but the vibration from the stim is pushing me closer and closer. I have plans for Blanche though, so, “DO NOT CUM!” Her body spasms, and I know I’ve run out of time.

I slide off and up her body. Planting my dripping pussy over her face. “Make me cum.” She whines, her hands circling my hips and bringing me closer to her mouth. She licks up my arousal. My clit between her teeth, she flicks it with her tongue. “Ain’t got all day,” I tease.

Blanche glares up at me from between my legs. She wets one of her fingers in my pussy, then circles my asshole, before pushing in. Twisting my nipple with my right, I card my left hand through her hair and grind down on her face and fingers. I glance over my shoulder at the mirror, my breathing choppy, and let the orgasm take over.

I have to pinch her cheek to get her to let my clit go. I kiss Blanche’s lips, tasting myself on them and moan. Licking down her neck, around her nipples, across her stomach, I settle between her legs, my own ass up in the air. My cum leaks down my thighs as I spread my knees. I don’t tease her; I don’t ease her into it. I dive into her pussy and demand satisfaction.

“Tov! Tov!” Blanche tightens her fingers in my hair and pulls. Her taste bursts across my tongue. The long fingers of my right-hand pump furiously inside her. My left slides between my legs and traces my own pussy lips and rim.

Her screams of completion are loud, but not loud enough to drown out the thumping from my front door. I slide back up her spent body, kiss her cheek and stand up. She snaps upright when someone bangs on my bedroom door.

“Tovah! Hurry up, Zilv and I are hungry.”

I grab my robe and bring it around my shoulders, tying it as I open the door. Blanche makes an odd sound of distress. I watch her roll her eyes at me and my brother, then get off my bed, and take her time getting redressed.

“Blanche.”

“Tevye.” They greet each other with detached respect.

“This couldn’t have waited?” I ask, leaning against the doorway.

“Normally lunch is eaten at lunch time. I meant to ask you before we left, but I figured I’d just find you at Exodus.” He mirrors my pose on the opposite side. “Imagine my surprise when I was informed you didn’t go into work today after our meeting at Goldmans.”

“Found a better way to spend my morning, than fixing Ezra’s fuckups.”

Zilv leans in close to my face, sniffing. “I can smell the pussy on your breath.”

Blanche pushes between us. “You two are fucked up.”

“Be that as it may, how about you let me get that pussy smell straight from the source.” Zilv is way out of his league. Yet, he’s stupid enough to try again and again and again. “Come on, Blanche, we’ll show your sister and Ezra how to properly fuck in an elevator.”

Blanche stops halfway down my hallway. “You got front row center tickets and backstage passes?”

“To what?”

“Any concert.”

Zilv is confused but Tev and I are highly amused. “No?”

“Then your cock is worthless to me.”

“What about Tovah’s pussy? Is it worthless?”

Blanche meets my gaze and smiles softly. “I’m not attached to Tovah. The sex is phenomenal, but I’m not interested in committing to myself. I’ll fuck myself,” she points between us, “because I’m hot, but I ain’t gonna marry myself.” Blanche shivers in disgust. “I’m awful.” Blanche spins around on her heels and saunters out of my apartment.

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