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stretched enticingly over chiseled muscles. Damn, they hadn’t even touched her and her panties were already wet.
Trey stepped closer and took her hand. “You look lovelier than the most brilliant sunset. The sparkle in your eyes makes me think of golden stars captured in shiny chocolate-colored silk.”
Hot color stole across her cheeks. What could she say to that? No one had ever spoken to her with the passion Trey did. She was blown away every time he did it. Finding her voice, she responded, “Thanks. You both look handsome this evening.” Good enough to eat, the little devil on her shoulder added.
Trey guided her a step away from the door while Troy closed it behind her then stepped beside her and tucked her other hand in his. They escorted her to their house at a leisurely pace.
Stepping through the door of their house, Branda noted it was just as beautiful as the De Pescinas’ house with large, open, airy rooms painted in earth tones and decorated with crown molding. The kitchen had granite countertops, two convection ovens, and two large refrigerators. A breakfast nook snared her attention. It looked so cozy with its highly polished, round, wooden table and its deep-burgundy leather, semi-circular seating. It looked like it would be as soft as warm butter. Her gaze moved on and traveled over tons of cabinets, an island with a sink, and a professional cooktop. One of the two dishwashers was making a slight humming sound, indicating it was running. Sweet, they knew how to clean up after themselves. She was in kitchen heaven with two hunks who knew how to work it. What more could she ask for?
“From the look on your face, I take it you like our kitchen.” Looking over at Trey, Troy continued, “Maybe more than us, Trey.”
In a teasing tone, Branda responded, “I could never love this kitchen more than you two. Maybe equally, but never more.”
At their mock pained expressions, Branda laughed openly.
Trey’s stomach growled loudly. “I believe that is our signal to eat.”
Leading her to the semi-circular breakfast nook, they had her slide in. She nearly groaned. It was just as soft as it looked. Trey and Troy pulled three hot plates of lasagna from one of the ovens and placed them on the table. Next, they pulled out warm buttered bread and chilled wine. The delicious aroma of the food floated around her, tempting her.
“Go ahead, try it,” Troy encouraged.
Trey picked up his fork and took a bite, groaning when the food hit his tongue.
Following suit, she took a bite and closed her eyes as the flavor swirled around her taste buds. Opening her eyes, she grinned and nodded at them. “This is the best lasagna I’ve ever had.”
“Our only goal is to make you happy,” Troy said, right before he took a bite.
Contentment filled the air as they ate, relishing each bite. Looking around, she wondered why they were eating such exquisite food in a breakfast nook, a luxurious nook, but still a nook. Her question was answered after she took her next bite of food.
Cheese and sauce clung to her chin, and before she could wipe it away, the twins leaned toward her and licked it off. Two tongues licked her chin clean then moved upward to her lips where they lapped at her mouth before pushing past her lips. Their tongues touched hers. Her heart picked up its pace. No longer able to sit up, she leaned back. They followed her and took turns tasting her mouth. She moaned and opened wider for them. Going in deeper, the twins worshiped her mouth with each of theirs. They could never have leaned in and done that at a regular table.
Her vaginal muscles clenched with need. Trey backed away slightly. Troy covered her lips with his, running his tongue over her lips. Delving his tongue into her mouth, he deepened the kiss until she whimpered and clutched at his shoulders. He tasted and felt so good she couldn’t get enough of him. His mouth explored hers completely, sampling every nook and cranny.
When he pulled
Trey stepped closer and took her hand. “You look lovelier than the most brilliant sunset. The sparkle in your eyes makes me think of golden stars captured in shiny chocolate-colored silk.”
Hot color stole across her cheeks. What could she say to that? No one had ever spoken to her with the passion Trey did. She was blown away every time he did it. Finding her voice, she responded, “Thanks. You both look handsome this evening.” Good enough to eat, the little devil on her shoulder added.
Trey guided her a step away from the door while Troy closed it behind her then stepped beside her and tucked her other hand in his. They escorted her to their house at a leisurely pace.
Stepping through the door of their house, Branda noted it was just as beautiful as the De Pescinas’ house with large, open, airy rooms painted in earth tones and decorated with crown molding. The kitchen had granite countertops, two convection ovens, and two large refrigerators. A breakfast nook snared her attention. It looked so cozy with its highly polished, round, wooden table and its deep-burgundy leather, semi-circular seating. It looked like it would be as soft as warm butter. Her gaze moved on and traveled over tons of cabinets, an island with a sink, and a professional cooktop. One of the two dishwashers was making a slight humming sound, indicating it was running. Sweet, they knew how to clean up after themselves. She was in kitchen heaven with two hunks who knew how to work it. What more could she ask for?
“From the look on your face, I take it you like our kitchen.” Looking over at Trey, Troy continued, “Maybe more than us, Trey.”
In a teasing tone, Branda responded, “I could never love this kitchen more than you two. Maybe equally, but never more.”
At their mock pained expressions, Branda laughed openly.
Trey’s stomach growled loudly. “I believe that is our signal to eat.”
Leading her to the semi-circular breakfast nook, they had her slide in. She nearly groaned. It was just as soft as it looked. Trey and Troy pulled three hot plates of lasagna from one of the ovens and placed them on the table. Next, they pulled out warm buttered bread and chilled wine. The delicious aroma of the food floated around her, tempting her.
“Go ahead, try it,” Troy encouraged.
Trey picked up his fork and took a bite, groaning when the food hit his tongue.
Following suit, she took a bite and closed her eyes as the flavor swirled around her taste buds. Opening her eyes, she grinned and nodded at them. “This is the best lasagna I’ve ever had.”
“Our only goal is to make you happy,” Troy said, right before he took a bite.
Contentment filled the air as they ate, relishing each bite. Looking around, she wondered why they were eating such exquisite food in a breakfast nook, a luxurious nook, but still a nook. Her question was answered after she took her next bite of food.
Cheese and sauce clung to her chin, and before she could wipe it away, the twins leaned toward her and licked it off. Two tongues licked her chin clean then moved upward to her lips where they lapped at her mouth before pushing past her lips. Their tongues touched hers. Her heart picked up its pace. No longer able to sit up, she leaned back. They followed her and took turns tasting her mouth. She moaned and opened wider for them. Going in deeper, the twins worshiped her mouth with each of theirs. They could never have leaned in and done that at a regular table.
Her vaginal muscles clenched with need. Trey backed away slightly. Troy covered her lips with his, running his tongue over her lips. Delving his tongue into her mouth, he deepened the kiss until she whimpered and clutched at his shoulders. He tasted and felt so good she couldn’t get enough of him. His mouth explored hers completely, sampling every nook and cranny.
When he pulled
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