Page 43 of The Twins

We’re laughing as we reenter the entertainment room. I find Tovah on the arm of the couch. She plops back into my lap once I sit back down. Having her with me like this…magical.

Couples shift, conversations drift and at some point Tovah and I notice Bailey and Ernie sitting together on the opposite couch.

“Ernest Marx,” Tovah calls out. “When you gonna make an honest woman out of Bailey?”

“You’re all married up and now you think everyone else should be too?” Ernie jokes.

“Here man, try this.” Zeppo hands Ernie a perfectly rolled blunt. “New strain we’re trying out at the Burning Bush. You’re gonna need it.”

Ernie happily accepts, places the joint in his mouth and leans forward when Zeppo flips open a Zippo. Ha! Zeppo has a Zippo. I close my eyes, lean my head back, and laugh. Tovah taps my chin and when I open my eyes, I notice the room is a little hazy with smoke now that I look around. Shit, am I high?

“Not that I’m complaining, but why do I need it?”

“Because Tovah’s about to rip you a new one.” Zeppo knows my wife well.

Ernie, so innocent, looks at Tovah with puppy-dog eyes and a pout. “You are? Why?”

Tovah sighs. She mutters, “It’s like smacking a dog with a newspaper.” She slides off my lap and I do not like it. I clumsily grab at her and drag her back into my lap, wrapping my arms around her middle, refusing to let her go again. She pats my arms and explains to Ernie, “You and Bailey started dating around the time that Moshe and Seril got together.” Ernie bobs his head up and down, taking another long drag of his joint. “And since then, they’ve gotten married and had a child. Also, four other couples started within that time period, and two of them are already married.” She addresses Bailey, “Do you want to marry Ernie?”

“Yes,” Bailey answers instantly and confidently.

“Then why are you letting him take his sweet ol’ time getting you down the aisle?”

Bailey shrugs, “Because I have him. I don’t need a piece of paper or a ring of metal on my finger to know he loves me with his whole heart.”

“Hey!” Ernie sits up, dislodging Bailey from his lap, “Tovah, mind ya business! You were married for like seven eleventy billion years in secret.”

Surprisingly, Tovah does not rip his throat out with her teeth or bare hands. Instead, she shifts in my lap to face me. “I made a mistake. I thought we were doing the right thing, but all it did was give your pain room to grow. I should have known…should have trusted that my mishpocheh would fight for you, just as I do. It took us years to get to this moment, and I don’t want any of you,” she looks at Ernie, Bailey, and the others, “the people I care about and love the most in this world to wait when your happily ever after is right in front of you.”

“I take it back,” Jonah breaks the charged silence after Tovah’s confession. “Eating dinner with The Pharaoh is weird, but Tovah emoting is weirder.”

Sophie smacks him again; her reflexes lightning fast. He smacks her back and within seconds they resemble the human equivalent of two windmills. Harper sighs, leaning far away from the siblings.

“My God, Jonah,” Harper deadpans. Jonah drops his hands, takes one more hit to the face, and focuses on his wife. “I have never been so attracted to you. My loins…they are aflame with lust. I must have you.”

“Fuck yeah.” Jonah reaches for Harper, but she smacks his hands away and stands up. “Come on, baby, let me use my hose to douse your inflamed loins!”

Ignoring Jonah, who from the sounds of it is being smacked by multiple people, I cup Tovah’s jaw, drawing her forehead to mine. “Don’t worry, we are right on time,omri.”

Epilogue

Ernest Marx 1.

“I love them. A lot. Aren’t they great? My whole family. Just swell. The lot of them.”

“I know, Ernie. They are.” Bailey drags my arm over her slender shoulders, steadying me on my feet in front of our little cottage on the family compound I was gifted a few years ago. I moved Bailey in right away, not wanting to be apart from her. From the beginning, we just clicked.

“And you.” I kiss her temple. “I love you so much. More than any of them. But don’t tell them. It’ll hurt their feelings. They are a sensitive bunch.”

“Yes, dear.”

Inside the cottage, I start stripping off my clothes on the way to our bedroom. By the time we cross the threshold, I’m naked and burning up and hard as fuck. Bailey is beautiful. The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. And she’s mine.

“Come here, baby.” I loop my arms around the small of her back, bringing her close. She arches her neck automatically, meeting my lips with hers. We kiss, our tongues duel, our hands roam. Blessedly naked against me, I play with her little tits and squeeze her tiny ass. She’s small everywhere, like a delicious little treat. Pushing her back on the bed, I part her legs and dive between them. Her back arches, her mouth opens on a silent scream, and I feast.

“You taste so good.” I murmur into her pussy, rubbing my face all over, getting her juices everywhere. I suck on her clit, nibbling it with my teeth and reach up her body to her nipples. Overstimulated, she cums with a high-pitched keen, my cock jerking at the sound like Pavlov’s Bell.

Standing, I plant my fists on either side of her head and thrust into her to the hilt. “Fuckin’ A.” She’s always so warm and wet and receptive. The way her body welcomes me, clutches tight to my shaft, begs me with every undulation…making love to my woman is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. And I pray the day never arrives that we lose this between us.

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