Page 117 of The Twins

Epilogue

REMO

Lake Arrowhead - 1 Month Later

Grey’s asleep in Charles’arms. Her head rests on his chest, and her arms are wrapped around his body.

Charles’ head is kicked back, and his mouth is slightly open. His snores amuse me.

“You want that dick, don’t you?” Vegas asks. He sits next to me while “Long Legged Guitar Pickin’ Man” by Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash plays. The end credits to Walk The Line roll. My brother’s gaze is fixed on the screen, but I can’t take my eyes away from Grey and Charles.

I’m having a good weekend.

Grey asked me to bring the guys on our weekend to Lake Arrowhead, and I couldn’t deny her. She never asked to bring them along before, but ever since she found out what this cabin means to me, she’s been thinking about it. She never mentioned it, but I recognized her need to share this special place with the entire family.

“Which dick?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at Vegas.

“Charles’s dick. You want yourself some old dick. Admit it. Did you ever even fuck a guy after Mr. David passed away?” Vegas asks. He keeps his eyes glued to the screen. “You don’t look like you’ve been properly nailed by a man. Look at Grey. She’s subdued. Spicy and juicy but subdued. She’s addicted to cock. You, my brother, haven’t had the pleasure yet. Have you?”

“Can you not talk cock while Johnny Cash is playing in the background?” I grimace.

“You’re forgetting June Carter Cash,” Vegas reminds me.

“Her, too.” My ears turn hot, and I can’t find my focus. “It’s the most disrespectful thing you’ve ever done.”

He tilts his head up, considering it. “I believe I’ve done much better. Remember that time we went to the opera in New York, and I found it boring, so I fucked Grey in the–”

“No, no. I don’t remember that!” I interrupt him, cringing.

“You do. Everyone stared at us. Not because Grey made noises. My sugar puff can be a quiet little mouse when it benefits her. I had on my custom-made tux. Bitches drooled at the sight of me!” He smirks.

My brother adds, “Don’t forget that Grey had you washing my come off her skin at the hotel. The next day, you had to help her to get to work. She had that prissy client for that annual gala these airheads rave about?” Vegas inspects his nails. “If Grey ever got invited to that gala, I’m the one to go with her. I’m hereby reserving my spot as her escort. She can do whatever she wants to me. Suck my cock. Fuck my cock. Maybe she can fuck me? She gets sex toys sent to her, you know. Some of her clients have sponsorships with sex toy companies, and she gets all the goodies. I’ve seen something that she could peg me with in one of those PR gift boxes.”

I reach for the remote control, and I turn off the television. I take a deep breath, and I begin, “No, Vegas. I haven’t had sex like that yet. I’d appreciate it if you kept your voice down. I don’t want to wake Grey. She needs her rest.”

“She needs to suck my cock,” Vegas says, and I roll my eyes at his comment. “I miss her sweet mouth on my skin. Her throat is my favorite place to be.”

“She sucked you off earlier this morning,” I deadpan, rolling my eyes.

“She’s addicted to cock, and I’m addicted to her. Can you fucking blame me?” Vegas cheers.

“No, you fucking idiot. I can’t.” Our eyes meet, and for once, I don’t feel like hiding from my brother. “Would it disrupt us? What we have built? With the baby coming and all… I don’t want to ruin us.”

“You underestimate us,” Vegas says. His contagious smirk gives me hope. “A little dick exploration won’t destroy us. You almost did with your secrets, bro. No more of that. You fancy that old dick over there?”

I give him a shy nod.

“Well, romance him. Inspect the situation,” Vegas suggests, flexing his fingers. His shoulders are rolled back, and he’s ready to coach my forbidden love life. “If I liked dick, Charles’s dick would be the type of dick I’d fancy. It’s a classy bad boy dick, isn’t it? Plus, if you think about his bad-boy family… It gets all the juices flowing. He cooks like he’s a damn chef. He’s bossy, a constant grump. From an objectification perspective, he’s a good choice, bro. That way, we keep it in the family.”

“I’m scared,” I confess to my brother, covering my mouth with my hand.

“You don’t have to be, bro. If Charles hurts you or your precious feelings, I’ll make sure he regrets it. He may be a bad boy, but I can become his worst nightmare. I’m not a violent man, but I’ll cut his dick off. I’ve been texting one of Kamila’s men. He would teach me how to do it. Apparently, that’s what he did to his father-in-law. Can you believe it?” I can’t fight my chuckle. Vegas knows how to entertain. There’s never a dull moment with my brother.

When he makes me laugh, it takes away chunks of my pain.

“Of course, cutting his dick off would benefit me, too. One less dick for sugar puff to take care of!” he exclaims, and we laugh at his boldness.

Grey twitches in her sleep. My eyes drift over to her. She wears one of my old military shirts, and it fits her like a dress, a piece of clothing that is too loose to accentuate her breath-taking curves. It’s too early for her belly to change. I can’t wait for it to happen.

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