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  “It’s all right. I need to get back, too. I need to make up some more dough. I’m glad you and Rain came today. You helped me out a lot. I was desperate to find out about the twins. I didn’t know if I could trust them or not. Talking to you has made me feel a lot better.” Branda stood up.

  Branda felt lighthearted as she hugged Sienna then headed home.

  Chapter Six

  Head swimming, Branda couldn’t believe all that had happened this week. The twins had just left with the reminder that they would come back to walk her over to their house at eight that night. She pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. “Ouch.” No, she was not dreaming.

  The past week had been like living a fantasy. Just as Sienna had said, the twins showed up Monday night.

  Every night that week they had come back with a bottle of wine and a movie. Troy would put the movie in and then join her and Trey on the couch. Feeling both their hard bodies pressed against hers always had her nipples and clit throbbing long before the movie was over. When the movie ended, they’d stroke her body and kiss her senseless, but they didn’t take it any farther than that. Much to her great sorrow.

  Every morning they had shown up with breakfast. Tuesday morning they’d shown up with that same splendid coffee. They ended up bringing it every day. For breakfast, they brought struffoli instead of cannoli. The struffoli had melted in her mouth. The small balls of fried dough covered with honey, caramel, and chopped pine nuts had been so good.

  Wednesday, their offering had had the cutest name, “My Sweet Italian Angel.” It turned out to be slices of angel food cake covered with an Italian cream and sprinkled with mixed berries. If they were trying to win her heart through her stomach, they were succeeding.

  Thursday dawned with them presenting a panini with chocolate and brie. The grilled slices of sourdough bread were warm and crisp, and the brie and chocolate countered the crisp bread by being warm and gooey. Every bite was a bursting, flavorful experience. So was the tongue they both gave her before they left for work.

  Today, berry strata had been on the menu. She wasn’t sure how they’d pulled off the buttery, berry-licious offering, but she was glad they had. The kissing this morning had left them all panting. Sienna was right. They were courting her. She still couldn’t believe they’d want her. All week she’d felt the evidence of their wanting her, so she knew they did. Both of them had pressed their swollen cocks into the cushion of her belly while they kissed her.

  Branda forced herself to stop thinking about them or else she’d have to go change her wet panties, again. She’d gone through more panties this past week than she ever could have imagined possible. Thomas what’s-his-name had lied to her. She didn’t have a dry hole. He just hadn’t been man enough to get her wet. Knowing that made every minute she spent with Trey and Troy worth it. Even if they didn’t last forever, they’d shown her not all men were just players and not lovers. These two were definitely lovers. The mere sight of them turned her on. Her strong attraction to them was crazy, but she didn’t care. She planned on enjoying them as long as they’d let her.

  After walking into the kitchen, she made herself start pulling out all the ingredients she needed to make her fast-becoming-famous cookies. Who would have ever thought her recipe would take off the way it had? It had taken her about a year to get it just right. Now she was able to make three variations from the basic dough—sugar, chocolate chip, and oatmeal. Today she would make up the dough. Tomorrow morning she’d shape and bake the cookies for the party at Gaven’s Pub tomorrow night. Getting to it, she started mixing the ingredients.

  * * * *

  Nighttime was coming fast. Twisting around, Branda tried to see what her black skirt looked like from the back. It seemed to hug nicely to her curves. Not too loose, not too tight. It was a little short, stopping just above her knees, but Sienna told her she looked super in it. She felt very nervous about wearing skirts or dresses after the attack by Roy, but tonight was different. Tonight she wasn’t going out in public. She was going to Troy and Trey’s house. Nobody would see her except them. The thought of them seeing her reminded her of her smoothly shaven pussy. Doing what Troy wanted, she had removed her pubic hair. At first it had felt funny, but now she was getting used to the smooth feel. In their defense, it would be easier to lick and kiss her down there if the area wasn’t covered in hair. The thought of them licking and kissing her pussy had her clitoris throbbing. Easy, girl, she chastised her wayward clit. The night was young, and she was already wanting to get them in bed. It struck her anew how safe she felt with them. Taking a cleansing breath, she knew she could do this. They were a balm to her inner wounds.

  Picking up her old habit, she started rolling up the sleeve of her thin, white blouse. The sight of pink, puckered scar tissue on her left arm had her chiding herself and rolling her sleeve back down. She used to love to roll her sleeves back, but that was no longer an option. The scar tissue on her left arm looked bad enough to scare off small children. The cuts had been too jagged for the doctors to stitch up smoothly. Sighing softly, she knew it already looked better, but to her it still looked bad. Until she could accept the scar, she’d just wear long sleeves.

  Sienna’s parents had been a real blessing. Without hesitation they had paid the best surgeon to fix her broken nose. Looking in the mirror, she ran a finger down its length. Not even a small bump to give away what had happened. One day, when she became a parent, she wanted to act like Sienna’s parents—kind, loving, and caring. She wanted to be nothing like her cold, uncaring parents who only cared about saving money to the extreme that they didn’t buy presents, ever. Hell, they wouldn’t even go out to eat on their anniversary. From the looks of them, you’d never know they were quite wealthy. No, she would never be like her parents. When she had a child, she would love it wholeheartedly. She would never treat it as an unwanted expense.

  Shaking off thoughts of her cold, selfish parents, she gave herself another once-over in the mirror. The black skirt did look cute with its two inch split on the right thigh. It showed a little skin, but not too much. Her silky, white blouse hugged her breasts nicely and dipped in at the waist before flaring out slightly and stopping a few inches below the waistband of her skirt. Strappy three-inch heels adorned her feet, showing off dark red toenails. She’d applied light makeup and brushed her brown hair till it shone, letting it fall around her shoulders in soft waves.

  Knowing she had done all she could do, and thinking she didn’t look too bad at all, Branda headed to the living room. She jumped when the doorbell rang. Looking at the clock, she saw it was ten minutes to eight. They were a little early, but she didn’t mind. Might as well get this over with. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Would they make love to her? If so, how would it feel? Would a wet hole make a lot of difference? Sex had been painful before. Would they stop if she asked them to? Yes, she knew they would. That thought settled her nervous stomach. They were good guys. Everything would be all right.

  After opening the door, she was rewarded with a heart-melting smile from both men. Green sparks shone in their eyes, showing her just how much they wanted her.

  From his expression, she could tell Trey was the one wearing the tan, formfitting, long-sleeved shirt. His eyes scorched her as they roved down her body, slowing at every curve to take it all in.

  The left corner of Troy’s lips curled when he was turned on. It was a very promising grin. He was wearing a shirt similar to Trey’s, but in dark brown. Their shirts 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 back, Trey brushed his lips across hers then nibbled and licked at her lower lip before his mouth demanded more. Tongues intertwined, they ate each other up. She wanted to purr when she felt his hands boldly caressing her curves. They were both panting by the time he pulled back.

  “I’m ready to get this meal over with. What about you two?” Troy asked in a rough voice.

  “I’m with you. We can eat the cannolis after we eat her,” Trey growled as he got up and helped Branda out of the pillow-soft nook.

  Trey led her to the back of the house and into the largest bedroom she’d ever seen. It was breathtaking. The bed drew her attention first. It was a four-poster king, carved from thick hardwood, protected with gleaming polish. She wanted to touch it. It looked so strong, yet soft with all the pillows piled up on it.

  Trey pulled her away from her thoughts when he took her in his arms and kissed her hungrily. His taste and smell dominated her senses. Needing to touch him, she let her hands slide over his muscular chest and shoulders. A touch on her lower back sent sparks shooting to the apex of her thighs. Troy ran his hands up her back as his lips slid up and down her neck.

  She felt like she was floating, with four hands caressing her body and two sets of lips kissing her. Cool air touching her whole body brought her out of her dazed state long enough for her to realize that they had stripped her clothes from her body. Heat replaced cool as Troy took over kissing her lips. She felt skin on skin. Looking down, her fuzzy brain registered Troy’s nakedness and the sound of more clothes being shed behind her.

  Strong fingers plucked at her nipples, causing her knees to give out. Troy scooped her up and gently laid her down in the middle of the bed. The mattress dipped as both men climbed on and pressed their bodies against hers on both sides. Kissing lips caressed from her shoulders to her ears. Hands caressed her skin, sending her nervous system into a tailspin. Her brain couldn’t keep up. Sensations of pure arousal engulfed her, readying her for their lovemaking.

  Whispered words soothed her. Some she could understand some she couldn’t.

  “Beautiful. Vero amore. Angel. Tesoro.” Trey couldn’t seem to hold back the words.

  Troy’s lips took hers in a rough heated kiss. His hands fondled her breasts, making them heavy with desire.

  Feeling her legs being parted, she stiffened. Knowing her sex was wet, she relaxed a little and whispered against Troy’s lips, “I’m ready.”

  Chuckling faintly, Troy whispered back, “Not yet, but soon, my little angel. I see you shaved for us. I’m glad you did. Your body is totally smooth and sleek. All of us will experience even more pleasure tonight.”

  Trey separated her legs a little more. She tried not to wince, but didn’t succeed.

  “We will not hurt you. Relax, let us love you.” Troy breathed into her ear.

  Instead of a penis pushing into her pussy, she felt lips kiss her clitoris. Her hips jerked in response. “I love how responsive she is to a mere kiss,” Trey stated in a low, aroused tone. Spreading her labia, he rained light kisses all over her entrance and dampened folds. Moving upward, he leisurely ran his tongue across her extended bundle of nerves. Her body tightened.

  “Get ready. She’s going to come,” Trey warned then took her swollen clit into his warm mouth and sucked and lapped at it as her body convulsed in orgasm.

  Troy’s lips latched on to her nipple and suckled it while his arms encircled her quivering body.

  Crying out loudly, all she could do was hold on to Troy as her world grew dim and she floated in a state of nirvana. Four hands gently stroked her body, encouraging her to stay in her euphoric state as long as possible.

  Her eyes opened, taking in two muscular male bodies, fully aroused and ready to go where she’d just been. Troy was at her side, propped on an elbow and looking at her with hungry green eyes while his fingers ran through her hair, tenderly caressing her.

  Trey was kneeling between her legs, running his hands gently from her belly to the tops of her thighs. Up and down. On the up stroke, he’d let his fingers softly graze her inner thighs, but he didn’t touch the damp flesh between her legs.

  Her mind and body seemed to separate. Never having felt this way, she let herself be swept away as they stoked the fire in her again. Sucking and moaning sounds filled the air as they kissed, stroked and sucked her most sensitive parts.

  “That’s it, baby. Relax. Let us take you to heaven again.” Troy’s husky voice continued to murmur into her ear, bringing out the need in her again.

  Troy played with her nipples as he instructed her. “Open your pretty legs wider, baby.” Her legs immediately spread. “A little wider.” She complied again. “Excellent. Op
en your body to Trey. He’s going to bring you much pleasure.”

  Relaxing even more, she felt the blunt head of his cock stretch her opening wide. Trey groaned as he slipped his cock inside her slick canal. His hips moved back and forth, going a little deeper with each thrust.

  His cock felt so good, mewling sounds vibrated from her throat. He didn’t hurt her at all. Her wet channel welcomed his every thrust.

  With a hard plunge, he buried himself fully into her dripping channel. He groaned loudly. “Jesus, she’s so hot and tight. The sweetest little pussy I’ve ever had. I have to take her. God, I can’t wait.” Gripping her hips tightly, he pumped quickly in and out of the sweet haven of her body. With a harsh growl, he thrust deep one more time, staying fully seated in her body. He cried out as his body jerked hard, and his semen spilled from him. Taking her in his arms, Trey breathed roughly for a minute into her shoulder. The heat of his breath made her skin tingle. Gliding her hands up and down his back, she reveled in the feel of his muscular body.

  His solid form pressed deliciously against hers. Dick moving tenderly in and out, he moaned, “Tesoro mio. Ti amo.”

  Not understanding his words, but hearing adoration and feeling loved, she moved her hips upward in response to him.

  Groaning softly he pulled his softening cock out of her heavenly sheath. Troy handed him a clean, soft, hand towel. After wiping their fluids from her thighs, Trey leaned down and kissed her clit then gave it a long lick. A smile curled his lips up when her body shuddered at his touch. Branda stared passionately at Trey as he ran his hands tenderly along her body.

  Moving to her side, Trey kissed her lips and stroked her heated body.

  Her body was so hot and bothered she didn’t even know how to express what she needed. Trey had already made her come, but then when he’d entered her, he had stoked the fire in her again.

  When Trey moved off her, she wanted to call him back, she needed more. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Troy took Trey’s place between her legs. When he spread her legs wider, a tremor raced to her clitoris, rekindling the fire and making it rage hotter. Her hips jerked in need.