scar.
“Open heart surgery when I was nine.”
“Oh my God.” She half-turned so she could see Jeff. “You too?”
“No, just Wonder Boy.”
She ran a hand down his chest, feeling for an identical scar and found none.
“But…”
“We’re identical, but Jason was born with a defective heart. They repaired it and said he’d be okay. So far, they’ve been right. Except for the brain damage, they couldn’t fix that.”
She was having a hard time wrapping her head around what Jeff was saying, then he added the part about brain damage, and she knew he was making a joke at his brother’s expense. She laughed as Jason reached around her and slapped Jeff upside the head in a not so loving brotherly fashion.
“Hey!” she cried. “Naked woman here. Cut it out.”
Instantly, their attention returned to her. “I want to know all about it, Jason. But not right now.” Her hand skimmed lower, stopping on the softer skin of his abdomen. His rigid cock bobbed against the back of her hand. “Right now, I want to do other things.” Her fingers closed around his shaft, and his head dropped back on his shoulders with a groan. Feminine power rushed through her veins, cleansing her of any doubt about what she was doing.
“Jesus, ” Jeff said. “Let’s get out, and we’ll let you do anything you want.” He lifted her in his arms and they followed Jason out of the pool.
A large chaise occupied one corner of the room, surrounded by lush tropical plants that created an almost private oasis. Jason sprawled on his side, waiting for them, his turgid cock cradled in the palm of his right hand. He was all hard planes and angles, and simply magnificent in his nudity. He hadn’t taken the time to towel off, and water droplets slid in sparkling rivulets along the valleys of his musculature. She shivered with the realization that soon, that body, and another identical one would be hers to touch. Jeff cradled her closer.
“We’ll warm you up,” he whispered against her ear.
With each step, his cock brushed the small of her back like a matchstick striking, ready to ignite. Another shiver racked her body. There was no need to warm her up. Her insides were molten lava already, her sex, swollen and aching for their touch. If she got any hotter, she might spontaneously combust.
Jeff laid her next to Jason, then stretched out on her other side. Hands found her breasts, kneading, playing. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations. Their hands were strong, but gentle. They were rough and callused from years of playing baseball, and so masculine, it took her breath away. When they took both her breasts into their mouths, sucking greedily, desire shot through her like lightning, and she arched her back to give them better access. She wrapped her arms around them, cradling the backs of their heads in her palms and holding them there.
While her upper body strained for more, her lower half went lax. In the remote recesses of her mind, she recognized her behavior for the primitive instinct it was, but the way her hips lifted and her legs splayed in invitation was beyond her control. “Please,” she begged, still holding fast to their heads. Two hands skimmed down her body, found her swollen center and she writhed to get closer, to have more.
One firm hand settled on her abdomen, while another – Jason’s – delved between her folds and coated her outer lips and clit with her own juices. “Relax, sweetheart. Let us love you,” Jeff crooned against her ear as his hand pinioned her hips against the cushion. She opened her eyes and looked straight into Jeff’s face, hovering inches above hers. Their gazes locked. Something transpired between them in that moment. Something she didn’t understand, but something she wanted to reach for with her whole being. He looked away, and whatever it was, vanished. Had he felt it too?
Strong hands skimmed her inner thighs and pressed them up and out, exposing her most private
“Open heart surgery when I was nine.”
“Oh my God.” She half-turned so she could see Jeff. “You too?”
“No, just Wonder Boy.”
She ran a hand down his chest, feeling for an identical scar and found none.
“But…”
“We’re identical, but Jason was born with a defective heart. They repaired it and said he’d be okay. So far, they’ve been right. Except for the brain damage, they couldn’t fix that.”
She was having a hard time wrapping her head around what Jeff was saying, then he added the part about brain damage, and she knew he was making a joke at his brother’s expense. She laughed as Jason reached around her and slapped Jeff upside the head in a not so loving brotherly fashion.
“Hey!” she cried. “Naked woman here. Cut it out.”
Instantly, their attention returned to her. “I want to know all about it, Jason. But not right now.” Her hand skimmed lower, stopping on the softer skin of his abdomen. His rigid cock bobbed against the back of her hand. “Right now, I want to do other things.” Her fingers closed around his shaft, and his head dropped back on his shoulders with a groan. Feminine power rushed through her veins, cleansing her of any doubt about what she was doing.
“Jesus, ” Jeff said. “Let’s get out, and we’ll let you do anything you want.” He lifted her in his arms and they followed Jason out of the pool.
A large chaise occupied one corner of the room, surrounded by lush tropical plants that created an almost private oasis. Jason sprawled on his side, waiting for them, his turgid cock cradled in the palm of his right hand. He was all hard planes and angles, and simply magnificent in his nudity. He hadn’t taken the time to towel off, and water droplets slid in sparkling rivulets along the valleys of his musculature. She shivered with the realization that soon, that body, and another identical one would be hers to touch. Jeff cradled her closer.
“We’ll warm you up,” he whispered against her ear.
With each step, his cock brushed the small of her back like a matchstick striking, ready to ignite. Another shiver racked her body. There was no need to warm her up. Her insides were molten lava already, her sex, swollen and aching for their touch. If she got any hotter, she might spontaneously combust.
Jeff laid her next to Jason, then stretched out on her other side. Hands found her breasts, kneading, playing. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations. Their hands were strong, but gentle. They were rough and callused from years of playing baseball, and so masculine, it took her breath away. When they took both her breasts into their mouths, sucking greedily, desire shot through her like lightning, and she arched her back to give them better access. She wrapped her arms around them, cradling the backs of their heads in her palms and holding them there.
While her upper body strained for more, her lower half went lax. In the remote recesses of her mind, she recognized her behavior for the primitive instinct it was, but the way her hips lifted and her legs splayed in invitation was beyond her control. “Please,” she begged, still holding fast to their heads. Two hands skimmed down her body, found her swollen center and she writhed to get closer, to have more.
One firm hand settled on her abdomen, while another – Jason’s – delved between her folds and coated her outer lips and clit with her own juices. “Relax, sweetheart. Let us love you,” Jeff crooned against her ear as his hand pinioned her hips against the cushion. She opened her eyes and looked straight into Jeff’s face, hovering inches above hers. Their gazes locked. Something transpired between them in that moment. Something she didn’t understand, but something she wanted to reach for with her whole being. He looked away, and whatever it was, vanished. Had he felt it too?
Strong hands skimmed her inner thighs and pressed them up and out, exposing her most private
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