Page 59 of The Twins

“Do you want to sit for this?” Remo asks me.

“Do I have to?”

“Unless you want to show off your weak knees once….”

“Okay, dipshit. I’ll sit down for this,” I respond out of spite.

“Give him a pillow to sit on,” Remo directs Grey. She does as told, preparing my spot like a good student.

I take my place, and before I can move on this freaking pillow, Grey’s mouth swallows down my cock. I can’t get a single word out. It’s all grunts and inaudible syllables from me.

“What a hungry slut you are for us, Grey.” I ignore what he says, and I focus on how deep down her throat Grey shoves my cock. Morning blowjobs are the best, and my woman puts a stamp on it. It’s certified. “Play with his balls with both of your hands. Don’t let me catch you touching yourself.”

She does as my brother instructs her to, tugging and rolling my balls the way I’ve taught her that I like it. She licks my cock from the base to the crown, and I almost forget what we planned to do. I let go, and I enjoy the moment for what it is.

Another blowjob that I could jack off to for days. Luckily, I don’t have to. Sugar puffs right here, and most of the time, she’s willing for a repeat.

“Pull his leg up the sofa so that you can get better access,” Remo says. My leg is too heavy for Grey to lift on her own. I help her, spreading myself wide for this girl. It’s one of the strangest positions I’ve found myself in lately, but I don’t mind.

Grey’s having fun, and my brother’s showing a side of himself that I never knew before.

“Now touch that one spot that drives him crazy. Give him a hint. Don’t make him come just yet.”

Grey’s mouth has left my cock, and she’s solely focused on that spot for now. At first, Grey’s fingers brush over that spot, the one that girls use as a cheat code. Between my butthole and my testicles, there’s a stubborn piece of my skin that always gets me into trouble. She strokes that spot, but she doesn’t massage it like she usually would. I’m not supposed to come, and she’s trying to make it easier for me.

Bless my sugar puff.

“When can I lick him?” Grey asks in desperation.

“You need to touch him first,” Remo tells her. “Prepare him for more.”

Grey peers up at me through her fluttering eyelashes, and I give her a nod, encouraging her. My brother has asked me to remain quiet, so I keep it zipped. I give her the moans and grunts she enjoys hearing, but I know that she misses my wicked tongue. Who wouldn’t? I say the most brilliant shit.

Speaking of shit… “Sugar puff—”

“You’re clean. Don’t worry,” Grey assures me, and I relax into her hold. Her fingers tentatively brush over my hole, and a shiver runs down my spine. I don’t want it to be disgusting for her. “You’re so clean that I want to eat you out this instant, but your brother has me preparing you first.”

“I want to fuck her pussy while she… Licks Vegas,” Charles blurts out.

“You sure, old man? Can you handle all this spice?” I tease him, and Grey applies more pressure on my butthole, stunning me silent. One more touch, and I’ll come like a fucking teenager. She’s got a mean finger on her, and it drives me into madness.

While Grey swipes her fingers on me, circling my hole and making it her metaphorical bitch, I let myself enjoy the moment. I leak precum all over my stomach, and I’m not ashamed. Not one bit.

Remo doesn’t hinder Charles from participating. I don’t see him fuck our woman, but I sense her urgency once his cock is inside her. She grows desperate, and her moves join Charles’ rhythm as he presses into her.

“Lick him, Grey. I don’t think Charles can hold off much longer.” Much longer? Fuck, he just dipped into her. “How wet is she?”

“Dripping,” Charles tells my brother, picking up his speed. I feel each push, each stroke. We’ve done this before, but the last time, Grey’s mouth was on my cock, not my ass.

Grey’s face sinks to my ass, and she probes me with her fingers first. When she finally delves her tongue over my hole, I lose the sense of time and space. It’s one of the most intense sensations I’ve shared with another person.

Over the years, I’ve explored most of my body, but this is on another level.

I can’t even open my mouth to communicate because it feels too forbidden, too good to be true.

Charles’s grunt is close to a howl, and it tells me that he just filled my sugar puff with his come. He’s never that quick, and it makes me wonder if my sugar puff’s little experiment gave all of us a run for our money.

Although Charles came, he doesn’t slip out of Grey. His thrusts continue, and he helps himself to Grey’s pussy with one of his hands. She shudders, her orgasm abrupt and intense.

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