“That was hot,” Hugh said. “I love how you just give in like that, precious.”
“I’ve always wanted to try that. Pretty hot,” Linden agreed.
After smothering me in kisses and love, we washed off the cum, sweat, and piss. As usual, they doted on me by washing my hair and body. When we dried off, Hugh lathered lotion on my skin.
I especially loved it when Hugh or Linden would carry me back to bed.
It was still daylight out, but the sun was starting to set. The sex had been spontaneous, and since we were often spontaneous, I always made sure I was prepped and ready for them. In fact, I’d done that so much that I was starting to lose weight. Hugh and Linden didn’t like that at all when I told them, so they made me take a break three days a week to eat whatever I wanted.
Linden was the one to carry me and set me on the bed. The sheets needed to be changed, but we didn’t care. My ass ached like hell, which was kind of the best part.
He sat next to me with an arm draped over my shoulder, both of us still naked, as he scrolled through his phone with one hand.
Hugh came out of the bathroom last, carrying some items. He held them up for me to see. In one hand, he held a bottle of fire-engine red nail polish. The other was acetone and a bag of cotton balls.
“May I? I’ve been dying to paint your nails.”
“Ooh! Are you going to make me pretty?”
He sat between my spread legs, crossing his, and still naked like Linden and me. I loved how comfortable we were around each other like that. It was my face that I had a problem with—well, that and my height—but I liked my body enough.
“I think your toenails and fingernails would look nice with this red,” he explained.
I held out my hand. “Paint away.”
Linden set his phone down on the bed and rested his head on my shoulder as he watched Hugh drag the brush covered in red polish across my thumbnail. He was really good, careful not to get it on my skin.
When he finished my fingernails, I blew on them to dry as he lifted my foot and set it flat on his lap. It forced me to raise my knee, and it was awkward, but I loved the relaxed feeling of being pampered and cared for.
I lovedthem.
I loved Hugh and Linden.
The thought hit me like a ton of bricks on my head.
Ilovedthem.
Yep, my feelings for the two men had grown into love. Should I tell them? Was it too soon? They’d yet to say how they felt, other than bringing me into their life for a serious relationship. I didn’t want to risk losing this or scaring them off. What if this was all they wanted?
Then my thoughts drifted to Hugh and Linden, and why they never touched each other. Yes, it was about them being related, but I had a deep-down feeling that they liked each other more than friends and cousins, especially Linden. He’d sneak glances at Hugh when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. He’d look lost in thought, but his eyes were solely pinned on Hugh, the frown clear on his face.
Hugh did the same, but not to the extent Linden had. Hugh seemed more ‘what would it be like,’ while Linden seemed more ‘I’ve always wanted you and can’t have you.’
Those feelings were perfectly reasonable when they’d been together for so long, doing their sexual tag teaming. It made sense that feelings would start, especially when they fucked meat the same time. They were essentially fucking themselves in a way.
Another thought hit me, and one I didn’t want to entertain, but my brain told me to fuck off, leaving me gut-punched. They weren’t using me to have an excuse to be closer to each other, right? They wouldn’t do that, right? No, I needed to trust them. Hugh and Linden had always been honest and forthcoming with me. They wouldn’t use me like that.
They took me on a date and spoiled me. They wouldn’t have done that had they not cared. But love? I didn’t think so.
Despite my certainty that they weren’t cruel or users, the niggling thought grew.
Hugh set my foot down and grabbed my other one to paint, bursting me from my spiraling.
Linden lifted one of my hands to inspect Hugh’s handiwork. “Mmm, sexy.” He leaned forward and captured my lips with his, pulling me into a sweet, tender kiss and gently rolling his tongue against mine.
“Okay, don’t move,” Hugh said, setting down my other foot. I tried to be careful not to smear the paint and get it all over the bed.
Hugh walked into the bathroom and quickly returned with a roll of toilet paper, pulling off a long sheet. He rolled the paper and then wove it between my toes to keep them from touching. When he finished, he kissed the top of one of my feet.
