Twin Tempt_An MFM Menage Military Romance
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Yoyo sits up fully, twisting suggestively as she half-crawls toward Jack, smirking.
“How about you? Are you all good with… The heat?"
Jack shrugs, pushing back. He reaches for the football and crushes it between his palms as he looks back over his shoulder at the pool and then at Chance.
“Honestly? I think this whole conversation is getting me a little overheated. How about you, brother?”
Chance nods, filling his chest with breath. He twists slightly, taking my ankle with him.
“Hot as hell out here,” he agrees as he suddenly leans toward me, sliding his other arm under my back. I gasp as he reaches all the way around me and picks me up off my lounge chair, his grip too strong to struggle away from.
Before I know it, he’s carrying me toward the pool. Yoyo yelps and leaps from her chair, dashing toward the deep end with her hair streaming up behind her.
At the last moment, I fling my arms over his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he leaps over the edge, sending both of us skyward. We hang in midair for what seems like forever—me hanging on and holding my breath, him forcing my body into a shape that curls around his.
With a crash, we split the surface of the water, rocked by the impact as we slowly sink. I expect him to let go of me immediately, but he doesn’t. Instead his hands drift over my body, concealed by the churning bubbles and the blue depth. I feel his palms against my thighs, my back, sliding over my breasts, swiping quickly between my legs.
Thoroughly confused, I don’t know which way is up. Everything is happening all at once. All I know is I have to hang onto him, to this slippery sensation of a secret hunger finally being fed.
Too soon, we break the surface. I didn’t even know we were headed that way. Chance shakes the water from his hair in a magnificent, leonine gesture and grins, breathless as he gently carries me back toward air.
“That was fun,” he grins. “We should do that again sometime.”
“Hey, I like fun too!” Jack announces, appearing next to us.
For just the briefest of moments, I’m pinned between them. Their bodies slide against mine under the water, the sensation almost too quick to be real. I can see the impish gleam in their eyes though they separate from me just as quickly, that instant retreat to innocence.
“Me too!” Yoyo grins from the side of the pool. She didn’t jump in, but she dangles her long legs over the side. I’m glad that she can’t see me clearly from where she is. I can’t even imagine what she would say if she knew that Jack’s fingers slid right under my bikini bottoms, splitting me effortlessly as though he’d done it before. As though he knew exactly where to go.
“Some other time,” Jack shrugs, looking over my shoulder at Chance.
I can see their silent communication going back and forth like telegraph pulses flying over my head. They do this all the time. One of the cool things about being a twin, I guess.
“Definitely,” Chance agrees.
“Bring it on,” I shrug, standing up on my tiptoes and waving my arms under the water to stay upright.
Jack cocks an eyebrow at me. “Okay… Of course, you gotta be careful what you wish for, Chelsea.”
His stare gives me pause, makes me wonder if maybe I do not know exactly what I want. But at this point, the urgent pulsing in my sex makes me think I definitely do.
“Hey, it’s four already,” Chance announces.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s hit it,” Jack answers.
Without another word, they both lunge toward the side of the pool and launch straight out of it, briefly dazzling me into blindness with the sight of sheets of water cascading off their matching, muscular shoulders and hips. I shudder involuntarily, forcing myself not to follow them. Instead I just wade back to Yoyo, pushing tendrils of sticky hair off my forehead and trying to look elegant and composed somehow.
“Hey, where are they going?” she pouts.
She kicks her ankles under the surface of the water, flexing those long, tawny thighs. I know it makes me petty and small, but I can’t help but notice this is the first time a boy—any boy—has elected to spend their attention on me over her.
“Some meeting,” I explain nonchalantly. “Some investor or something like that.”
“Oh, right,” she nods as she squints at them from across the pool, watching them walk away. “Their computer program or whatever. That thing.”
“That’s the thing,” I confirm. It’s an app, not a computer program, but I don’t think she’s really interested in the finer distinctions at this point.
She bites hard on her lower lip as they leave the patio, and I watch emotions flicker over her face. Disappointment, hunger, then resolution.
“What a waste of time,” she finally sighs, pushing herself up to standing and stalking off to the table where her cell phone lies.
Confused, I climb the ladder to leave the pool and walk over to her to grab a towel.
“What was a waste of time?” I ask, watching her drying her long limbs and then tying a flowered skirt over her hips, low enough to show off that blue gem that dangles from her belly button.
“I just don’t know why they would bother. Come on,” she finally huffs.
Hurt, I take my hat and jam it back on my head so she can’t see my eyes. “Bother… what? What are you even talking about?”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. With a dismissive gesture, she wipes her fingers up and down in the air, apparently signifying my body from head to toe.
“Don’t get me wrong, Chelsea,” she starts imperiously, “you’re cute as a button, right? But it’s not like they can have you, you know what I mean? It’s not like you could really make it happen.”
I cross my arms defensively over my bare belly, vividly aware of the abnormally hot water trickling out of my bikini bottoms and down between my thighs.
“What are you talking about? Make what happen?”
She picks up her phone and scowls at the face of it, jabbing it with her thumb. “Boys are just so dumb.”
“They’re not dumb, actually,” I sniff. “They’re are about to be millionaires, Yoyo. Off that app they designed themselves.”
“Yeah, but my point is that you can never get a piece of that, Chelsea,” she drawls. “Just like you can never get a piece of them.”
“Well, I don’t know…”
The words die on my tongue. Wasn’t she just trying to convince me I wanted them? How did she change her tune so fast?
“Ew!” she exclaims, recoiling dramatically. “Those are your brothers. That’s nasty.”
I stand there helplessly, trying to convince myself that she’s just jealous and disappointed that she threw herself at Jack in he didn’t bother to catch her. That’s probably all it is.
“They’re not really my brothers,” I remind her, but I don’t even know if she hears me. “Stepbrothers. I practically just met them, and you were the one who wanted to know if I thought they were hot, remember?”
She points at me, narrowing her eyes accusingly. “Yeah, but you were the one who admitted that they are!”
I open my mouth and then close it, because I don’t have anything to say. She’s got a point. But I have a point too! And it’s really hard to argue with her right now anyway, when my thighs are trembling and my pussy feels like it’s on fire.
She looks around, huffing and snarling, before finally calming down. “They totally are, but whatever,” she admits. “Anyway, I gotta get going.”
“Yeah, okay,” I mumble, gathering my accessories off the table and following her through the blindingly dark house. She offers me a little wave goodbye before getting into her Hyundai, and I stand there numbly in the dark house, feeling weirdly alone.
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