Page 55 of The Twins

Finally, Grey nods. “Yes. But—”

“What?” I hiss.

“I need you there.”

“Who?”

“All three of you. I need you to watch me kiss my favorite girl on earth!” Grey blurts out, clearly embarrassed. Remo gives in. The chuckle that comes out of him relaxes me. It fools me for a second, making me believe that he’s fine.

“Sugar puff, what’s gone into you? You’re turning into a minx. We don’t need our private version of lesbian porn, you know that, right?” I tell her, but my hand’s stroking my hard cock. I’m ready to pop, and all my woman did was share her fantasy.

“I need it,” Grey states. “I want to try it one day. I was never allowed to do what I wanted. He… Máximo forced his fantasies upon me. I want to create my own fantasies, and all of them include you.”

“Maybe she’ll invite us to her palace….” Remo says, his eyes on me. I’m unsure of what he knows, but it doesn’t paint a nice picture, whatever it is. “And you can kiss her all you want if she gives you permission. We’ll be there to watch you do it. I promise you that.”

It’s crude to watch my brother fingerfuck my… our girlfriend, but that’s what I do. He didn’t pick her up from work, but she decided to give him the gift of her sweet pussy.

My dipshit of a sibling needs to show more gratitude.

I don’t pray, but I think of Grey before I go to sleep.

This is not my white boy saviorism talking. Any man would have crumbled, fought, or exploded at the sight of my sugar puff being abused.

Because I’m the lucky guy, it was me.

I brought our woman into our lives.

Grey rasps as I watch Remo’s hand pick up speed. Her thighs are so juicy that I can’t see between them from where I stand. They make me want to leave bite marks.

Soft. Gentle.

The kiss my brother and sugar puff share is agonizing. She’s incredibly greedy for him, but the piece of shit doesn’t realize it. If I feel jealous when she sits on his lap, he has entire meltdowns that I’m not just a fuckbuddy these days.

When I take her on dates, Remo invites Grey out to do God knows what. I only know of the waffles with Charles. He’s secure enough in himself to share that information.

My brother doesn’t even tell me what he does with our girl.

He gropes my sugar puff, pulling up her shirt to reveal her luscious breasts. The hand between her thighs is now on her tits, trailing lines of her wetness around her nipples.

She giggles, and it’s pure elation.

“I-I want to come,” Grey mumbles, catching her breath. That’s fast for her standards. Freaking Kamila. Never thought a fake redhead would cream my girl’s non-existent panties.

“Go ahead,” Remo encourages our girl, tickling Grey’s stomach all the way down to her precious pussy. He connects with her wet folds, nudging at her clit with his manipulative fingers.

He pinches. He probes.

I hear my sugar puff and how wet she is. Her moans are fascinating, instantly memorized in my spank bank.

How I wish I could touch her.

Then I consider that my brother is having a moment, and I need to be giving and patient. He’s always carried us. It’s time for me to step back and let him have our girl, since she wants it so badly.

At the end of the day, it’s her.

I don’t see her hands until she pops one out to touch Remo’s head. She brushes the sweat off his brow, and I notice that she cut and cleaned her nails.

Instantly, I miss her crazy designs. They may be bad girl nails when she paints them, grows them long, or applies fake pointy nails, but she loves them, and we accommodate her.

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