Page 36 of The Twins

I slap my hands on the glass when she straddles the arms of the chair and spreads herself impossibly wide to my view. Her pink pussy glistens, beckoning me. She works her nipples through the lacy fabric before pushing the cups down to expose them. Her right hand skims her body, wets her fingers between the fat lips of her pussy, then back up to tease the tight buds.

I’m fucking drooling as I watch her. She drives herself mad with need, going back and forth between her tits and her cunt. Pinching. Tugging. Pumping. Circling, again and again until she’s writhing, panting, begging me for release.

My feet move without conscious thought. It isn’t until I’m naked and standing inches from her that I realize what I’ve done. Her heavy-lidded eyes widen briefly, her fingers never stopping their sensual torture. I can smell her arousal. Can see with perfect clarity how it shines on the inside of her thighs, her pussy lips dripping with it.

“Masud. Baby. I want to cum.”Her voice is so low, a rasp to it that I’ve never heard. The raw need in it pulling my balls up tight to my body. “Cum with me.” I have to obey her, have to give her what she wants, what sheneeds. Nodding, I step in front of her, bend slightly and grab the top of her chair. Our bodies do not touch, yet I’ve never felt closer to her. She whines in the back of her throat, her fingers pump, pump, pumping faster. Her hips rocking to fuck herself deeper. She pinches her left nipple tight and twists as she tugs.

I grunt as volley after volley of cum erupt from my untouched cock, landing on her pussy and chest. She doesn’t miss a beat, I stare with my mouth hanging open as I catch my breath, sliding her fingers through my release. She sucks on one hand while the other plunges back into her cunt and she screams, her head tilting back, eyes closing. Hard, violent spasms wrack her body.

“Fucking magnificent,” I murmur.

“Masud. Please. I wouldn’t ask…but kiss me, please, kiss me.” To hear her beg is a double-edged sword. I love the sound of it, but I hate that she’s pleading for something I have been unable to give her.

No more.

I swiftly dip down and take her mouth. She is the only woman I have ever kissed. Fuck, I’ve never had sex, never masturbated. Holding her on the dance floor earlier is the most I’ve ever touched another human being. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I let instinct and Tovah guide me. In seconds, she becomes the aggressor, ravaging my mouth, stealing my breath and my sanity with her tongue.

The familiar apprehension and fear creep up, but I fight through it and keep my mouth fused to hers. “Masud,” she says my name against my lips, and it calms me slightly. It’s Tovah and me. My wife. She would never hurt me. Never. We kiss for several moments before I finally pull back. Mostly because I need oxygen.

She sighs with a small, serene smile, her eyes glittering in the low lighting of her bedroom. “I love you, Masud.”

I return her smile, then kiss her forehead and stand up. “I love you.”

Her eyes drop to my cock as it hangs semi-erect. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Min.”

“What did you just call him?”

Tovah leans in closer to my dick but doesn’t touch it. She’s close enough her breath as she speaks ghosts across the sensitive flesh and I’ve never felt anything so good. Except her lips on mine. “Min is the Egyptian god of masculinity and sexual pleasure.”

I stare down at her in awe. “You know…why do you know that?” Gracefully, she slides her legs off the arm of the chair and sits in it properly, crossing one leg over the other. Her neck arches slightly, her eyes meet mine, her lips stretched into a knowing grin.

“You are Egyptian and my favorite subject, Masud. I’m dedicated to my studies.”

“Thank you.” I stumble back against the mirror. She’s alarmed but stays seated. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would…I would endure my childhood a thousand times if it meant finding you.”

She doesn’t handle emotion well, and I grin at the way she fidgets in her seat, feigning disinterest. “I will always find you, Masud. I’ve been trying to work out a deal for a redo of your childhood. God isn’t returning my calls.”

“So long as my present…my future…involves you, the past is less important every day.”

She stands, slips off her high heels and pulls her bra off. Standing before me completely naked, her body still flushed from her orgasm, she strides to the en suite bathroom. “Didn’t you read the fine print?” She glances at me over her bare shoulder; her entire expression screams mischief. “You’re stuck with me for all eternity.”

“Perhaps if God calls you back, we can see about extending our contract.” My eyes drop to her perfect ass, “Eternity isn’t long enough.”

“No, but Min is!”

Tovah 26.

“And what are you reflecting on, my dear daughter?” Dad sits next to me on the bench. The Yom Kippur service is long over, yet many of my family are stationed in different areas all over the synagogue with various members including Rabbi Talushkin. The poor man cannot escape my family.

“On this, the day of atonement, I atone for…nothing.” Dad snorts with a slight shake of his head.

“You sound like Connor McGregor.” I shrug, then lay my head down on his shoulder. Tevye might be taller than our father, but Steven Frenkel is still larger than life to me. I always thought my dad was the biggest, strongest, best man in the world. And little has happened to change that opinion as I’ve gotten older. From our vantage point in the balcony, I can see my husband, towering over everyone in his vicinity, as he listens intently to Mr. and Mrs. Steinberg.

“I’m only human, Dad, there is always room for improvement.”

“That’s a difficult concept for some. We are all a work-in-progress. Life happens and we have only seconds to react but a lifetime to reflect. Things we could have done differently, moments we should have spoken up or kept our mouths shut. I believe this past year has been eye-opening for many of our family. I am not perfect, nor will I ever be. But I have always considered myself a mensch to those around us. It has recently come to my attention that we have been neglectful of those we depend on. Every single member of our organization is essential. And yet…we’ve let so many feel indebted to us, when we are the ones who can never hope to repay the loyalty and devotion they have shown us. But we can try.”

“And that is why I love you.” He sucks in a sharp breath at my admission. I don’t say it often. I’m more action oriented. “Based on your reaction, I will try to be less compartmentalized, and more open to letting people in.”

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