“I love you, baby.”
I tilt my forehead to hers, honest in a way I only let her see. It’s not the first time I’ve said it. It might have slipped out during sex, in my sleep, or on the phone. Who knows. But today, I mean it to the very core of my heart.
“You have half of mine, Papito.”
It’s what she always says. Never coming right out and saying it, but looking at me with so much of it, I know what she means. With her hands back to cupping my face, she kisses me. Mine resting down at her waist, kneading the flesh, and wanting more.
“And I have the OTHER!” Em screams from the doorway in his tiny swimsuit.
Paco is in a matching pink harness with his name spelled out in ridiculous rhinestones across the front. Sporting a hot pink sunhat with his ears sticking out of the holes.
Em’s back to somewhat normal, even if everyone questions what that actually means. He’s more domesticated than I am. That’s saying a lot. Sure, we still threw our end-of-year-start-of-summer rager, but without banging chicks afterward in the pool house. Now, the only thing coming to bed with us is our girl, her tiny dog, and the occasional bag of late-night takeout.
The house feels fuller. Louder in some ways, yet quieter in others.
There are two pairs of pink fuzzy slippers by the door now. Originally hers until Em ordered himself a matching pair. He loves twinning with her and Paco. Says he’s twinning all the way around, so no one feels left out. Not sure that’s true. He just loves dressing in themes.
He even uses some of her body products, which ends in an argument when he uses them all up but doesn’t buy more. Too many times, he’s gotten yelled at for that. He sweeps her into his arms, says he wants to smell her scent on his skin all day, and finally reorders. It’s a recurring argument with those two. They’ve even taken to doing matching hair masks on Sundays, even though they have different textured hair.
Em is obviously in love. He doesn’t say it seriously, though. Just calls her his wifey. She didn’t like it at first. But with all things Em, he wears you down until you just go with it. She even responds to it now.
“Right, WIFEY?!?!”
Paco’s eyes slide closed, bracing against the yelling. Poor dog can’t escape Em. He truly is a dog mom. When Sofia’s gone at work, those paws never touch the floor. My brother is too busy carrying him everywhere.
“Yes, Nene.”
One hand leaves my neck, reaching for him. He’s unclipping Paco from his harness and putting the dog down in record speed. He knows what this means. Knows what today is. A gift to both of us. She announced it earlier this morning. We’ve been dying all day.
My cock jumps underneath her. Ready to dive in. Ready to fulfill another dream that both my twin and I have. He skips past her arm, kissing her shoulder before falling to his knees behind her. Her curvy ass is in front of his face. I spread my legs, forcing hers apart, and he groans.
“Fuck my angel. I’m going to die. My heart is pounding in my chubby. Mas, lie down. Take her with you.”
Em’s shoulders push into my knees, forcing them wider, which forces her to straddle me wider. She gasps when I bear-hug her and then falls back to the mattress. Her body is weightless against mine. My hands roam her smooth skin, tugging at the strings across her back and on the sides of her hips. Em is clawing off the fabric until she’s totally naked.
“Massimo—”
I grab the back of her neck, bringing her lips to mine. Eye to eye until I close mine and start kissing her. My tongue tangles with hers. She presses more into me. Moaning, squirming, and angling her face to get deeper into me.
“Holy fuck, Mas, you should see her fucking ass. Spread out wide as shit. Like two fucking basketballs split by creamy donut holes. Her no-no hole is so pretty. So dark and perfect. Like staring into space and going where no man has ever gone before.”
He groans, deep in his throat. Like in pain. I get it. I want to see her the way he sees her. But we talked about it. He gets first dibs since I had her first, and he settles for her mouth.
“Sof, wifey, my angel. This plug. Fuck Mas, she’s like a damn diamond, sparkling in the sunshine. You got to see this. I got to take a picture or something, holy fuck. I’m going to jizz all over the floor just looking at it. My chubby is already leaking. I’m going to burst inside her ass, plug it back up, and watch you slide into my grease.”
Like always, he narrates. Something that gets both of us worked up. He comes up with the craziest shit sometimes, but it’s always on point.
She’s wiggling against me. Every breath leaving her body, entering mine. It’s heaven and hell. I want so much more. Yet I want to treasure this moment. Fall into it for the first time. First time to split her in half. To finally experience all her holes. The plug, my idea to train her ass. Em and I aren’t small. Not ten inches like Holli said, Dom is, but damn near eight inches.
Two holes, sixteen inches.
Yeah, it’s a lot.
She breaks the kiss, rises up, and looks over her shoulder. I hug her to me, so she doesn’t fall as I shimmy out of my swim trunks, so both of us are naked. Worry passes over her face.
“Emilio.”
“Remember what we talked about, Em. Go slow as fucking hell, or you’re out on your ass. You do so much as hurt her in any way, I’ll murder you and not think twice about it.”
