Kate winced at every step she took inside the house. Angela was all too aware of that. So, instead of taking Kate to the room, they sauntered straight to the bathroom.
Kate was quiet, letting Angela take care of her while her mind got filled with thoughts about the sex gods.
Hell, Kate’s heart is hammering in her chest. What she feels for those men… It’s too much. She can’t love one without the other.
She just fucking can’t.
Her mind betrays her by conjuring images of them to her.
Aiden’s and Alex’s height is to die for.
The ridge of their backs and the ripple of muscles that runs along their broad back. Their brawny biceps.
The fine, hard contours of their face. And those silky ebony and blond hair.
Fuck, those killer eyes of theirs?
It makes her warm, filled with desire for them. Will they ever just calm down and let her love them, equally?
Kate’s mind returned when she felt Angela’s hand around the blade of her hips. She wasn’t aware when her friend snapped her zipper open and started pulling her dress down.
Angela got a whiff of musk from Kate’s inner thighs. But she knows the viscous seedplastered on Kate’s body shows that the
sex gods have gotten a fair share of her cunt tonight. It’s what Kate wanted.
So why is she acting weird? Angela thought.
“Kate, step into the tub.” She told Kate and even held her to move into the tub filled with warm water.
Angela equally removed her clothes to join Kate.
However before she stepped into the water, she got a handle on the washcloth, then she settled opposite Kate.
“Are you…ready to talk?” She probed, watching Kate.
Kate’s still mute, unmoving. Some part of her is showering her with blame for being the reason
behind their feud.
Angela bathed in Kate’s silence. She used that opportunity to drench the washcloth in the
warm water, slid closer to Kate’s parted thighs and started washing.
Angela carefully massaged Kate’s thighs, her movements with precision and no urgency. When she reached the sore nether of Kate, Kate muttered a sigh.
She leaned her back over the porcelain tub and allowed Angela to do her job.
Angela dabbed the washcloth over her sex, massaging and easing off the strained muscles of her channel.
Kate felt the corded muscles relaxing, her insides cooling off and her eyes hit close.
Thank God for Angela, she wouldn’t have done this herself if she were alone.
“What happened Kate?” Angela used that opportunity that Kate had relaxed and questioned.
She’s all too curious to know what happened.
“Sophia.” Kate let her friend’s real name slip in a drawl.
“I love them. So much.” She offered.
She winced when Angela glided the washcloth over her clit. She’s super sore but she didn’t regret having laid with the sex gods at all.
The car sex Alex gave her was mind-blowing.
Just fifteen minutes after they drove away from Angela’s place, Alex pulled by the roadside, slapped his hand over herpuckered nipples and clenched her breasts then he hauled her over to straddle his thighs.
No foreplay given, he unzipped his sex and hit into Kate.
Holding Kate’s asscheeks, he guided her movements over his cock.
Remembering that made a flush to creep to Kate’s cheeks.
“I can’t think of one without the other.” Kate sighed.
A grin tugged at Angela’s lips. She dabbed the fabric over Kate’s channel. Then, “And who said is bad to love them?”
Done handling her nether, Angela began to dab the fabric over Kate’s navel. Chest and the mounds of her breasts.
Her nipples are highly puckered, proving to Angela how the sex gods tugged on it with their
lips and fingers.
Kate sighed. “I feel it’s causing issues between them…”
“No, it’s not.” Angela snapped, her hands paused over Kate’s collar. “Kate everyone in the porn industry knows these twins.
Literally everyone in America, Latin
America, Europe, Asia…Africa…they are the sex gods.” She elaborated.
“They've fucked many women. Tasted many cunts. Hell, Kate. Nothing about you would make them fight themselves. They are used to it. Sharing women, having various mouth suck theircocks. Well, except in their company. I heard they rarely act with other pornstars there. Outside it…Kate…” A pause. Followed by
a sigh. “You’re not causing any issue between them, trust me.”
Angela’s words seemed to restructure Kate’s mind. However, Kate can’t deny having felt a sharp sting that hit her chest at Angela’s words
about the twins having bedded many women.
“So, relax okay, you’re not causing any issue among them. They’re men so, of course they'd be having issues between them. It might be as a result of the glitches in Brazzers website.”
Kate furrowed her brows.
Angela had told her about her ex-boyfriend who wanted to bring Brazzers down and reign in the adult industry. It made her erase all thoughts of doubt and embrace Angela’s words.
Their problem might be as a result of the issues they’re facing.
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Alex parked his car in front of his driveway. He rested his head against the seat, hands holding the wheel with caution.
Images of Kate coming out of the restroom smelling like Aiden flashed through his mind.
Kate. His own Kate.
He white-knuckled the steering and gritted his teeth. Then Mike’s words filtered through him.
“Fuck him!” Alex barked.
“Fuck Mike…” He bashed his fist against the steering, a honking sound reverberated.
Then he ran his hands through his hair and face in resignation.
Eyes closed, memories started filtering through.
How she lay beneath him, struggling to push him away. His red hot fury that she found him
disgusting blinded him. He arrested her wrists and strained them over her head.
Struggles.
Whimpers.
Streaks of tears.
Curses.
All left her lips.
Red hot rage washed over him again as she spat on his
face.
He loves her. Loved her. Wanted her. But he doesn’t know what took over him.
He forced himself
between her thighs, she
struggled.
She yelled. Called unto
his twin brother’s name over and over again but he never came to her rescue. He knew his brother would never
come. Never. He made sure of it.
So he capitalized on
the opportunity. He bit her lips to silence her yells of entreaty. He slammed
his mouth over hers to kill her growl of displeasure. Something took over him, blinding his love for her.
Their moments together. Something dark.
Something he had
never felt before.
Something born out of
jealousy until it got bathed in darkness
.
Instead of fighting
that, he let it consume him. And he consumed her despite her pleas.
Cries.
Weep.
He forced himself on her. Over and over and over again.
He forced himself on their first love.