Page 57 of The Twins

“We’ve fucked your ass before. No need to act like a shy virgin, sugar puff. Unless that’s what you want, of course,” I tell her, picking up my pace to catch up with her. I pull her into a hug from behind, and she squeals in excitement. She’s cute when she’s horny.

“What I want… It’s virginal,” she whispers.

“Sugar puff, don’t mince your words in my presence. Go ahead. What do you want?”

“You.” She stretches in my embrace, planting a gentle kiss on my jaw.

“You have me.” She nods, but she keeps quiet.

And then I realize what she wants.

I grin, and I don’t stop even when we arrive downstairs. Charles and Remo have no idea what’s in store for them.

Grey leads me over to my brother, making me sit right next to him. As she turns away, seeking a position in the middle where we can all feast on her body from afar as she undresses, I open my mouth.

“Get your butts ready. Grey wants to try something new tonight,” I say out loud, and Grey flinches, covering her ears with her arms. She murmurs words in her native tongue, saying that she wants to kill me, but fuck, let her try. I’ll die the happiest man that’s ever lived.

The other men in the room decide to remain quiet. That fucks with my plan of gloating. Where’s the outrage? The resistance? For fuck’s sake. I wanted to be the brave one tonight and let my woman do all sorts of intense stuff to me. If they kill the mood with their sour—

“Vegas, I wanted you to sway them. Not batter them with it,” Grey hisses, but her blush reveals that she’s fucking glad that I took the leap. She turns to the responsible men in our relationship. “I’m sorry. Look, I… Charles and I watched that show on Netflix, and I was reminded of the videos Vegas showed me. I thought it’d be fun. I didn’t want to cross a line. I—”

“Don’t apologize,” Remo steps up. Charles is dumbfounded, rocking slightly where he sits.

“Do you want me to demonstrate with Vegas? Will you help me explore this? I’ve never done it before. Martí… He obviously didn’t want that from me. He would’ve found it emasculating,” Grey explains, and holy fuck, I love her. I want to clap and cheer for my woman, her newfound resilience. She asks for what she wants, and it makes me so proud of her.

“You find us boring?” Charles finally asks, breaking the silence on his end.

What a piece of shit! I shake my head. Sugar puff is instantly discouraged, her shoulders slumping and her expression vacant. I move my ass out of my seat, and I approach my woman for a hug to make her feel better.

“She’s not bored, you idiot,” I tell him. “In case you’ve forgotten, she has three dicks on demand. She’s comfortable with us, and she thought she could trust us with her fantasy. And now, you’ve obviously ruined that for her. You have a good girl in your hands, but you’re a naughty daddy, Charles. Seriously, dude. Screw you.”

I caress my sugar puff’s hair, and she cuddles me back. She’s warm and ready for those experimentations she suggested, but she’s also jittery.

“Don’t say that,” she murmurs at me. “He doesn’t understand. Don’t blame him for not knowing.”

“Sugar puff—”

“I’m sorry, Grey. He’s right—”

“I obviously am. I’m always right, but everyone thinks I’m just another dumb pretty boy.”

“Charles,” Remo says, clearing his throat. “Take a seat, and watch how we do things in this family.”

I peer at my brother. He’s usually quiet, occasionally standing out when he facefucks our sugar puff a little too hard. He’s not the guy to take charge in sexual situations that include the rest of us.

It’s a tough internal fight, but I manage to keep my mouth shut.

Sugar puff wanted experiments. Here you go, woman.

“Take off your shirt, Grey. Hand it to me,” he instructs her, and like the good student that she is, she removes herself from my embrace. Like she’s in a trance, she slides out of her shirt, and she hands it to him. Her naked body isn’t a new sight, but every time I see her like this, I want to sink to my knees in gratitude. Fuck, she’s hot, and she’s ours. “Will you be able to shut it for this scene?”

“Who, me?” I ask.

He nods.

“I can try.”

“Try harder,” Remo says. “Are you clean?”

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