Page 123 of The Twins

“Are you okay?” I ask cautiously. Remo’s fingers brush my thighs, and I shiver at the simplest touch.

“You’ve had his cock in your ass. Tell me how it felt,” Remo says, his head rolling back. His eyes drift. He breathes hard, and I want to tell him to relax, but he knows that already. He needs a moment.

“I felt full. I needed a moment to adjust. I couldn’t breathe because he was everywhere at once,” I say, quivering in excitement at the memory of my first anal experience with Charles.

“That’s me right now.” I exhale in relief. He continues, “How the fuck do you do it? I’m scared, Grey. We have no idea what we’re doing.”

“We regularly have sex as a foursome. Do you think I knew what I was doing the first time you guys fucked me like that? I was expecting breakfast, but instead, you pumped me full of come,” I remind him. It’s been over a year now, but it feels like years have passed.

“Can I move?” Charles asks. He’s holding back, and I’m proud of him for giving Remo time to adjust to his size.

“No, douche. You can’t!” Vegas yelps from the side. Remo chuckles, and Charles curses.

“Fuck, don’t do that again unless you want me to fill you up right now,” Charles says. One hand touches Remo’s thigh, and the other one’s on Remo’s hip. It moves a little to the left. My jaw drops at the sight of Charles rubbing Remo’s cock.

“Does that feel good?” I ask Remo, and he can barely speak. “Daddy Charles knows what he’s doing. You might be his first, but he’s a natural.”

Charles squeezes Remo’s shaft, stroking up and down his length. He swipes the precum off the top, and he takes a finger to his mouth. “You want some?”

Eagerly, I nod. He challenges me, “Show me how much.”

I move instantly, and I take Charles’s finger into my mouth, sucking it clean. Remo gropes me, begging me to return to him.

Not swallowing, I play with the precum in my mouth. I climb on Remo’s thighs, and I kiss Charles, sharing it with him. Against his mouth, I beg, “Can Vegas fuck me while you fuck Remo? Please? He’s been asking for it. Please. Please. Please?”

Charles tends to Remo first. He glances at Remo, waiting for an answer. This is about him. It’s his moment, and we’re all attempting to make it as beautiful as possible. “If that’ll get him to shut up, by all means.”

With Remo’s permission, Vegas charges for me.

We’ve unlocked the vault. My men asked my doctor a bunch of uncomfortable questions during my first scan, and they’ve been following guidelines ever since.

“You know how bad I want to choke you?” Vegas asks. I position myself next to Remo, holding on to him. We’ve been in similar positions before, but I’ve always been the only one penetrated.

I can be choked now–the scars on my neck are a fading nuisance. They’ll always be visible, and I can cope with other people acknowledging them. I don’t easily freak out when I’m accidentally touched. Whenever I warm up to people, which occurs rarely, I even describe what happened to me. Of course, nobody believes me.

My men do, though.

And that’s all that matters to me.

“I wish I could choke you, but I can’t, sugar puff.”

He parts my legs, and he doesn’t waste time. His shaft’s hard already. He must have stroked it while I found my position next to Remo. “You’re carrying our baby girls. You’re going to be their mommy.”

Tears flood my eyes at the thought, and I heave, panting without end. There are two tiny babies inside of me. Not one. TWO.

“Vegas, that’s not something you say to a hormonal woman that’s about to get fucked,” Remo says, and my entire body jerks. I take deep breaths, relaxing into Remo. His brother fondles my folds, finding me wet and hungry for him.

Vegas eases his cock into me, and he groans at the tightness.

When he complained earlier on, he wasn’t moaning around for nothing. It’s been a difficult month for my body, and the tiny babies inside of me haven’t made it any easier. The past couple of days have been my first days of little to no nausea.

“If I move, I’m finished. He’s too fucking tight.”

“We need to prep together,” I suggest, and Remo nods. “I can lick you, and you lick me. We can get toys if you want. That would be best. My body’s accustomed to being penetrated. You’re new to this experience. We should–”

Vegas dives into me, picking up his rhythm. He shuts me up like that, sparing the world from my rambling. I hold Remo while his brother fucks me, and together, we witness Charles come apart inside of Remo. Cautiously, Charles drives into Remo, but he loses control.

He fills up Remo, but he keeps going, pounding into his tight hole.

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