Page 35 of The Twins

“Mrs. Zeppo Kraus. I guess all those scribbles in your notebooks weren’t for nothing.” She laughs, hugging me just as tight. “You make a fucking gorgeous bride, Ruth. Incredible woman.” She sniffles and I decide I’ve had enough of this emotion shit. “But it’s still not as good as your first wedding. This wedding planner doesn’t know—”

“Shut up, Tovah.” I gasp in outrage and surprise, pushing Ruthie away from me.

“I will stomp you like a little bug.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Yes, I will!” Now, I’m mad. How dare she talk back to me. “Fear me! I am Tovah fucking Frenkel!” Suddenly, I’m airborne. It takes me a few seconds to realize that my husband has picked me up and is carrying me to our table. My cousins laugh their asses off, but I can’t work up a good mad. He’s touching me. Holding me. And it’s fucking amazing.

“Sit. Don’t move.” I nod, my mouth dry, my pussy very, very wet. He sits down next to me. A warm presence as Zeppo helps Ruth into her seat at the couple’s table. Uncle David stands near the table with a microphone in his hand. A hush falls over the 400-ish guests.

“Blessed are You, Adonai our God, King of the world, who has kept us alive, sustained us, and brought us to this season.”

“Amen.”

“I have been spared many times by the hand of death. I have been grateful every time for the gift of every breath. To be welcomed home by the warm embrace of my beloved Esther. To watch my children grow. To witness my youngest son become a man I am proud to call my own. To stand aside and witness my eldest son embrace his birthright with an open mind and an open heart. To hold my first grandchild.” Uncle David sniffs hard and clears the strain from his voice. My eyes burn with the threat of tears. “But I am most grateful for the breath that watched my daughter fight back and live. The one that allowed me to walk her down the aisle to her future. The one that gave me the strength to threaten her husband-to-be’s life should he hurt her in any way.” The crowd chuckles even as they wipe away tears. “And this one because I am able to tell my daughter how much I love her. Admire her. That she is the best of me and her mother. That I am her biggest fan, staunchest supporter, and deadliest defender until I am spared by the hand of death no more. Ruth BaruchaKrausyou are not just the heart of our family, but you aremyheart. And I love you with its every beat. You and Zeppo will have a joyful, blessed, and fruitful life. And I am honored to bear witness.”

Ruth jumps from her seat and rushes into her father’s waiting arms. I glance across the dance floor and see my dad looking at me with a broad, watery grin. I point to my eye, then make a heart with my fingers, and point at him. He drops his gaze to his lap for a moment, and as a single tear falls down his cheek, he flips me off. Laughter bursts free, leaving me shaking with it.

“Your family is strange,” Masud whispers in my ear. I laugh harder, then glance over my shoulder to meet his stare.

“Ourfamily.” He grunts but his lips twitch.

“I know everyone is anxious to start eating and get out on the dance floor. However, I wish to say a few words, if you’ll permit me, my dear sister.”

“NO!” Zeppo barks.

Moshe smirks at his new brother-in-law, and replies, “I didn’t ask you.” Ruth’s brow furrows but she nods at her brother as she retakes her seat next to Zeppo. “Thank you.” He shifts subtly, a clear indication of his nerves, but the Avinu powers through. “The moment Zilv and I met you in the hospital…he bitched about not being the baby of the family anymore, but I vowed to protect you.” His voice quivers, “I failed you once, I will not allow it again.” He drops to one knee in front of Ruth and Zeppo and continues over the gasps and murmuring of the guests. “I promise to defend your union against all that desire it harm with word, deed, or force; from this day forward, as long as my life allows.” He stands, turning to face the rest of the ballroom. “Ruth and Zeppo’s love has endured. Roadblocks are a natural part of any relationship; however, they have navigated them together and come out stronger. They have a rock-solid foundation to build upon for many years to come. They are a shining example of how incomplete we are born, and it is only once we have found our person that we are whole. The Mishpocheh Consortium will always be at their backs, ready to fight, and I will always be leading the charge.” Seril hands him a champagne glass with shaky hands. He holds it high in the air, “To love, laughter, happily ever after. And to their parents who paid for the open bar!”

We mingle. We laugh. Others cry. I growl. Masud grunts. And I have never enjoyed a wedding more. My Ruth deserves every ounce of happiness this life has to offer.

My jaw drops for the second time tonight, when Masud grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Sweat dots his forehead beneath his shaggy black hair. He’s smiling but it’s strained. It is taking everything inside him to do this, and I am humbled. He believes me worthy of such sacrifice. “Baby, we don’t have to—”

“I want to dance with my wife.” I snap my mouth shut and allow him to lead. One hand on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh. The other holding mine aloft, his palm clammy, fingers cold. His heart beats so hard and fast I watch it pulse in his neck. I place my other hand on his shoulder, not wanting to push him too far if I touched the bare skin of his neck above his dress shirt. As we spin around, I find my family staring at us with a mixture of disbelief and giddiness. He forces himself to stay through the entire song. I whisper repeatedly to focus on me.

At the end of the song, he kisses me with a stuttering breath. “Do not bring anyone home. I want to watch you.” With that, he spins on his heel and each of his measured steps out of the ballroom has my pussy pulsing.

Well, hot damn!

Masud 25.

Heart hammering in my chest, I pace in front of the one-way mirror in my bedroom, waiting for my wife to return home. I knew she couldn’t leave the wedding early, no matter what’s between us, Ruth is her favorite cousin. She’s everyone’s favorite.

Ruth and Zeppo have been a long time coming, and I was overwhelmed with this odd sensation all day. Myomriis the only bright spot in my world. Devorah is a wonderful woman, and she has been like a mother to me for decades, but she doesn’t shine quite like Tovah. I am happy with her, something that after so long shouldn’t be such a novel idea. But I’ve always known that we were missing an important part. She has always told me that physical intimacy isn’t necessary in our marriage. She derives great pleasure simply from sharing space with me.

I want more for her. I want more for us. And I’m the only one who can fix it. Watching Ruthie and Zeppo today…there was a dynamic to their relationship that Tovah and I can never achieve unless I face my fears and overcome them.

And it starts tonight. Baby steps.

My breath hitches painfully when she finally enters her bedroom. She doesn’t look directly at the mirror; however, she does keep it in mind as she moves about the room.

Tovah stands facing me as she runs her hands around her long, slender neck. Her fingers follow the line of the olive-green halter dress down the deep vee, and across her fucking amazing cleavage. My wife has spectacular tits and my mouth waters wanting to see them, but I’m enjoying the slow strip show. She toys with the bow at her side, the wrap dress seemingly held together at this one point. I hold my breath, enraptured as she tugs gently pulling it free. I had a difficult time all day playing peek-a-boo with her long, long, toned leg and the high slit up the side. Now I realize, as the dress falls open, that she is wearing high-cut lacy panties and a matching strapless bra.

I nearly swallow my tongue at the sight of her. Nearly flawless skin, high perky full tits, narrow waist, and flared hips. Her bullet wound only adds to her appeal. My wife is strong, brave, loyal, and fierce. And so fucking beautiful it hurts. My fingers twitch at my sides, my cock lurching in my dress pants.

She reaches behind her neck, her tits thrusting out as she arches her back slightly to reach the clasp. And then the fabric pools at her high-heeled feet. Fucking hell. Stepping over her dress, she pushes her high-back chair in the corner until it’s centered in front of the mirror.

Tovah turns her back to me.Moses, Mirriam, and Aaron, she’s wearing a thong. Her ass is glorious, and I have the strongest urge to bite into the fleshy cheeks, leave my mark on her skin. She shimmies out of the thong, turns around and smirks. She knows I’m watching, that I’m captivated, unable to look away from her. Her confidence always makes me rock hard.

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