Page 122 of The Twins

“HE DID WHAT!”

“And then, when we were in Berlin… Charles fingered Remo. While we were with Tara and Carey, remember? We went to that record label’s party. They were sucking up to Carey.” Vegas nods. “Charles and Remo said they were going out for a beer, right? They went to a gay bar, and they met some interesting people.”

“My brother made friends?” Vegas asks, lifting his brows.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” I say. I clear my throat. “It’s a tight-knit community, and they seemed dazzled by Charles and Remo. It helps that they’re gorgeous and sweet.”

“Charles isn’t sweet,” Vegas deadpans.

“He is to me!” I insist. “Their new friends gave them advice on what to do since they’re both virgins–”

“GET TO THE POINT!” Vegas exclaims, turning red, and I chuckle at his impatience.

“We’re surprising them tonight. Charles and Remo are about to fuck for the first time, and I want us to be there. What do you say?” I ask, kissing the spot below his ear.

“Are they romantically involved?” The question is serious, and I stop kissing him.

I tilt my head up to peer at him. “I don’t think they are. It’s purely physical right now. Who knows how it will develop?”

“Grey, if he hurts my brother–”

I promise. “He won’t. Charles vowed it to me. Their communication levels are intense. He trusts Charles, Vegas. This could be a good thing.”

We arrive on our floor, and Vegas stays quiet. He follows me to our suite, and I carefully unlock the door. I’m spellbound by the silence, and I’m momentarily disappointed.

I’ve missed their special moment.

“Where the fuck is my brother? What did you do to him?! Charles, he killed your mom, but I’ll cut–”

My knees go weak. Vegas would do anything for his brother.

“We’re in Grey’s bedroom,” Charles calls for us, and my heart hammers inside of my chest. They’re in my room. I’m welcome. It’s not an invasion of privacy.

I sneak into my bedroom, and the first thing I see is Charles’ butt-naked butt cheeks. I grin at the sight, licking my lips.

Vegas stomps his way into my room, completely dismissing my gesture of a space-giving entrance. “Remo? Is he hurting you?!”

Remo doesn’t speak, and my heart plummets. I want him to have a good experience. I don’t want him in pain. Unfortunately, he might need to practice more before he can fully enjoy this.

Charles turns to me. “Grey, keep him company. Touch him. He wants you by his side.”

It’s a voice I rarely hear from him, calm and gentle without the harshness life has cast upon him. I step closer. I see where Charles and Remo are joined. I gasp at the sight.

My bed’s a mess of lube and sweat.

Charles and Remo aren’t moving. From my experiences with anal, I’m aware that it takes some getting used to–Charles’s cock is an adventure that needs a lot of room.

“REMO!”

“Vegas, take a seat or get out. You’re overdramatic,” I tell him. I take in Remo, his glossy eyes, and the sweat on his body. His cock is leaking, and I want to lick the precum off his shaft… I refrain from doing so. I’ll do what they allow me to do.

This is their private moment.

“Can I hold you?” I whisper to Remo, afraid of waking him up from his trance.

“Of course,” he instantly replies, and I’m taken aback.

“Take off your dress, Grey,” Charles demands, and I obey. They watch me slip out of my clothes, and I join Remo, lying down by his side. I face him while he faces Charles. I shift closer, wrapping my arm around Remo’s arm. His hand finds my thighs.

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