Page 58 of The Twins

“Bitch, what are you asking me?! I’m not cheating on my sugar puff!” I dash toward him, ready for a fight. There aren’t a lot of things that can derail me. Questioning my loyalty and commitment to my woman is at the top.

While I fume and I’m ready to pounce on him, Grey steps between us, and I hold back while breathing hard. And the man in question? He doesn’t even blink. “I wasn’t asking if you have STDs, dipshit.” It sounds so nasty when he calls me that name. That’s my nickname for my brother. He’s not allowed to steal it! “I was referring to whether you took a shit recently or when you had your last shower.”

My eyes go wide, and I simmer down. Oh.

“If she’s going to stick her tongue up your ass, I need to know if you’re clean,” Remo explains, and I take a couple of steps back.

Grey chuckles, and it eases my mind. “You never ask me when you do that stuff to me.”

“Because I know you and your habits. I don’t trust my younger brother,” Remo reveals, sneering at me.

“Oh, please. My ass is cleaner than all of yours combined. I have pretty boy privilege,” I say, rolling my eyes. I may be younger than him–five minutes and thirty-three seconds–, but I’m not nasty. I used to be a manwhore. I’m used to being clean and ready to fuck at all times.

Not that anyone’s ever touched my ass before, but, hey. I wash my entire body every damn time I shower. It’s my temple, and I take care of it.

“Charles, is my brother a pretty boy?” Remo asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

Grey is amused, so I play along. “Careful, old man.”

“He’s annoying,” Charles says, and we all chuckle in unison.

“Vegas is beautiful,” my sugar puff says, boosting my ego.

“He’s so pretty that you can’t stay away from him, can you?” Remo asks, and she nods. “You want to know all sides of him, don’t you? You want to bring him to his knees?”

“Yes, please!” Grey yelps.

“For that, I need you to get on your knees first. Part your thighs and straighten that spine of yours. You’re about to deflower a certified manwhore. You’re a privileged girl.” Remo stands by Grey’s side, the ringleader of our act. I swallow, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t the least bit nervous.

It’s always fun and games to watch videos, to make fun of stuff.

I’ve never been put on the spot like this.

I penetrate. I’m the aggressor.

Once Grey touches my ass, our dynamic will shift. I’ll be in her position, and she’ll be in mine. I don’t fear what will happen because I trust sugar puff. She’s horny for us, but she’s in tune with us whenever we’re fucking around. She’ll make note if I feel uncomfortable.

Fuck. Is this what she feels like when I shove my dick inside of her?

“Are you okay?” Grey asks, and I hesitate.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not into it,” Remo adds.

I shake my head. “No, I’m fine. This is something new for me, and I need some time to adjust.”

“I love you,” Grey says, leaving her post on her knees to kiss my nose. She’s on her tiptoes, and she almost climbs on top of me to reach my nose. I shut my eyes, and I process the moment. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Are we getting soppy? Remo, pick up the speed, or I’ll just make her eat me out, and we’ll call it a day,” I say, drowning out the sober Vegas. He’s no fun, isn’t he?

Grey resumes sitting on the floor with her thighs spread, teasing all of us with tiny glimpses of her pussy. Charles doesn’t say a word. He barely breathes. As far as we’re concerned, he’s not even here.

I pity him. Grey hasn’t touched me yet, and I want to decorate her pretty tits with my come. He could have that from her and much more, but he’s a sour old man. I internally roll my eyes.

“Warm my brother up, Grey. Take him into your mouth and show him how much you love him.” Grey crawls toward me, and I take a mental snapshot of the moment. She moves with pure seduction, and the hunger in her eyes is deadly.

She finds me, and her hands travel up my legs. They wander, taking their time. She’s considerate, and fuck, if that’s not cute, then I don’t know what is.

Sugar puff frees me from my underwear, pushing them all the way down to my ankles. I step out of them, kicking them away from us.

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