“I never liked her anyway,” I lied, resting my head against the glass. The cool material eased my slight headache. I had basically only drunk alcohol all day, and I really needed to eat something.
My shirt was covered with fuzz from the fabric, so I pulled it off over my head, careful to not let the fibers blow all over the condo. I was done with sewing, and I was done with seamstresses.
The doorbell rang. I almost hoped it was my family just so I wouldn’t have to be alone. There wasn’t anyone at eye level when I opened the door, so I looked down.
Brea smiled up at me and said, “First of all, that dinosaur looks like a tumor.”
A lazy grin spread over my face. “Did you come here to give me a lesson?”
“You make it sound so dirty,” she said. Then she wrinkled her nose. “I was at a wedding all day, so I missed your message. But it sounds like you were hard at work.”
Beowulf carried the sewing monstrosity over to her.
“Oooh, it’s droolly now.” She gingerly took the stuffed dinosaur from the dog.
“It’s not that bad, right?” I asked her.
Brea made a face. “I mean, you did it, and that’s what’s important. Your next project will be even better.”
I took her in my arms. “I will never ever do another sewing project again.” Then I kissed her. She didn’t jump back or push me away. I deepened the kiss, letting my hands roam over her curves.
Then Brea did push me away. “There’s something I need to tell you…” Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me. She picked at her nails.
“You know that night when I, uh, kissed you?” she said faintly.
“It was shocking but not unwelcome.”
“It was because of Memphis Eve.”
A smile played around my lips. “You were jealous,” I deduced.
Brea nodded. “She just—” She looked up at the ceiling. “Memphis Eve is my sister. My twin sister,” Brea confessed then crossed her arms defensively. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think I was a freak show with weird family issues.”
I barked out a laugh. “Ihave weird family issues. My uncle has illegitimate children coming out of the woodwork. My grandfather forced us on a double date at a bar with dismembered dolls. I’m shocked you didn’t file a restraining order against me.” I tipped her chin up. “I was worried I had done something to hurt you or make you afraid or angry.”
“You’ve been perfect,” Brea said. “Well, except for the nacho cheese fountain. Honestly. We’re going to have to have Grace perform a ton of camera tricks to make sure that isn’t in the photos.”
“Hey, it’s not just the fountain. It’s going to be a whole nacho pavilion. I didn’t ruin the wedding; I made it better. Though if it will keep you from trying to dump me, I’ll restrain the rest of my wedding-planning impulses.” I grinned down at her, and she smiled up at me in relief.
“So that’s it?” I prompted. “You were afraid I would be mad because she was your sister?”That doesn’t make any sense, the rational part of my mind said. But then Brea licked her lips then parted them seductively.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I do have a way to make it up to you.”
My dick told the rational part of my brain to shut the fuck up as Brea unbuttoned her dress, shrugged out of the arms, and then shimmied out of it, letting the fabric pool to the floor. She was wearing nothing but the corset and panties.
“I think I was a bad girl,” she said. “But I have a very nice apology planned.”
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Brea
Here we go.Now that I was fully committed, I wasn’t going to let him by with just those masterful fingers or another skillful tonguing. No. I needed it all, and I was making it abundantly clear that I wouldn’t settle for anything less.
The little bit of skin was all the invitation Mark needed to try to take what he wanted. He scooped me up and carried me over to the bed, laying me flat down on it and embracing me with another powerful kiss.
His hands trailed down my body, sending shocks through me, my skin hot and my pussy aching for his touch. I reached back and pulled loose the binds of the corset and let my breasts flow out freely for him. He was quick to enjoy them, taking a handful of them, massaging them, and stoking the fire inside me.
Mark was dealing with his own lust boiling over too. My eyes roamed over that buff chest and those washboard abs that rose and fell with his erratic breathing.
