The kitchen has the same color scheme as the foyer – dark wood floors with creamy walls and cabinets. The focal point is the big butcher-block table at the center of the room. I stand to the side as he puts my truffles in the huge refrigerator. He comes over to me and gives me a quick kiss.
“Come on – my brother is watching TV, which is probably where Chewy ran off to,” he says, linking his hand with mine. I follow him out the kitchen, across the foyer and into a room to the left of the stairs. My mouth actually drops open. It is a well-appointed theater room. I know I shouldn’t be surprised since I am learning that Isaac is a connoisseur of all things audio and visual, but I am.
The walls of the room are chocolate brown and appear to be textured in some way. Soft lighting emanates from what appears to be recessed lighting. There are sepia-tone framed movie posters along the wall at the back of room. A huge TV or screen – I am not sure which – covers almost the entire front wall and built in cabinets in a dark wood are on either side of the huge TV/screen.
I have seen pictures of theater rooms in magazines where the seating resembles actual movie theater seats that recline or some type of comfortable seating is utilized. In this theater room, the seating consists of six chocolate brown oversized chaise lounges. Three are on the same level as the rest of the room while the other three are situated two or three steps higher on a raised platform floor. Cream-colored throws are folded length-wise over the foot of each chair. I even spy built in cabinets on the right wall that seems to serve as a concession/bar.
I see the back of a bald head over the top of one of the chaise lounges in the front.
“Judah,” Isaac says as we approach the chair.
His brother turns to look at us and I am amazed by how much they look alike. I knew he and his brother were identical twins, but looking at Judah has me wondering how anyone can tell them apart. Every feature on their handsome faces is identical, right down to the irresistible dimpled grin – which they are both flashing at me right now. Judah stands and he is holding Chewy in the crook of his arm, but he quickly moves him up and lets him lay against his broad shoulder - and my super-spoiled dog is loving it.
He holds out his hand for a handshake.
“You must be Olivia, I’m Judah.” His much larger hand engulfs mine. It is warm and slightly calloused, just like Isaac’s.
“It’s nice to meet you Judah,” I reply softly, suddenly nervous at meeting Isaac’s brother. I know that they are more than just brothers - they are also best friends and I want Judah to like me.
Judah jostles Chewy in his arms a little.
“This yours?”
I nod.
“I hope that it’s okay that he is here. Isaac said that you would be okay with it.” I quickly look back at Isaac and then back to Judah. Isaac tugs on my hand, pulling me back into his body as he wraps his arm across the front of my shoulders.
“Yeah, it’s cool,” Judah replies. “What’s the little guy’s name?”
“Chewy.”
He flashes that dimpled grin at me before speaking again.
“You a Star Wars fan?”
I nod my head eagerly at him because few people get the connection. He gives his brother a serious look.
“Isaac, if you don’t keep her, I will,” he says as he winks at me and my face heats up with a blush. “Why don’t you show Olivia around - Chewy and I are going to get acquainted with the backyard.”
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Isaac shows me the rest of the downstairs, which besides the kitchen, foyer and theater room, consists of a dining room and a den. The dining room is narrow with a large trestle table in the middle of the room. I walk around the room and admire the grouping of framed black and white photographs on the wall. The photographs are of beer bottles mostly with a few food pictures thrown in. They are very unique and add character to the room.
“These are really cool pictures,” I say to him.
“Thanks,” he responds giving me a smile. “We had those bottles for an ad promotion we did for a show a few years ago. We played around with the lighting some, took some photos and we came up with this.”
“Wait – you and Judah took these photos?” I am very impressed. “I knew you two were big into audio and video stuff because of your company, but I had no idea that extended to photography.”
He looks a little bit bashful and I get a glimpse of a sweet little boy in those deep brown eyes of his.
It’s adorable.
“Photography is more of a hobby for us.” He takes my hand. “Come on; let me show you the rest of the downstairs before we go upstairs.”
The last downstairs room he takes me to is the den. Many windows line the far wall – looking out onto their backyard – which is essentially a huge field bordered by woods. The color scheme in this room surprises me; I was expecting a continuation of the dark wood floors and cream-colored walls. While the walls are still cream-colored, the floors are a much lighter wood and the oversized gray sectional sofa is dotted with yellow and white throw pillows.
When we reach the upstairs landing, Isaac tells me that he and Judah have their own suite of rooms. He indicates that the right side belongs to Judah, while the left side belongs to him. As he shows me his suite of rooms, he explains that both sides are identical with the only difference being their decorating styles. There are three rooms; a master suite, a guest bedroom and a home office where I spy a grouping of video screens on the wall in front of a desk that has a lot of expensive looking equipment on it.
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When I enter his bedroom; I take a few seconds to scan the room - it’s huge and inviting. The off-white and tan color scheme is very calming – much like Isaac. I have known him for a week and I have come to learn that he has a very soothing presence.
I walk further into the bedroom and take in everything. The floors are hardwood and match the rafter type ceiling. To the left is a raised sitting area. A large leather, espresso-colored recliner-type chair sits in front of a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Behind the chair are a pair of French doors – it looks like they lead to a balcony or deck.
I purposely avoid looking at the king size bed as I let my gaze scan the rest of the room. To the right, there’s a rustic-looking dark wood door that appears to be hanging against the wall – it looks like a barn door. Because I am nosey, I walk over and slide it open. Inside is the most indulgent bathroom I have seen in person. I look back over my shoulder at Isaac and he is leaning against the door jam. He gives me a look as if to say ‘go ahead and look’. And I do.
His bathroom is on the large size. I look around and the tan and off-white color scheme, with the wood trim that matches the flooring, is in here too. The vanity consists of a long rectangular sink nestled into a wooden base with a wooden countertop. An enclosed toilet is on the left side, catty-cornered to the vanity. There is no bathtub and instead of a traditional shower, there appears to be a walk in shower on the right. I see an open entryway that I am assuming leads to the actual shower area and me being nosey and all, I walk further in. Only one word can describe Isaac’s shower – mind-blowing (okay, that’s two words, but you get my point).
The shower is a generous size with walls made of stone and wood. The showerheads are located on the left and right walls while the back wall has a built-in shelf with a dark colored bottle and a bar of soap. I am tempted to sniff his soap because he always smells so good, but his voice stops me.
“You okay in there?” Isaac yells out.
I feel my face heat up.
How long have I been in here?
“Sorry. I really like your shower,” I reply sheepishly as I walk out of the shower/bathroom and back into the bedroom. He comes over and wraps me in his arms, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“No need to be sorry – besides, I plan to get you very dirty later, so you will get a chance to use it.”
Um…what?
I quickly look at him. He flashes me th
at dimpled grin and he has a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“Is that okay with you? That I get you dirty that is?” he asks.
I almost knock him over with the force of my kiss. We are a mess of grunts, groans and moans as he walks me backwards towards that big bed. When the back of my legs bump the bed, he catches me before I fall back. He helps me take off my hoodie, leaving me in a long-sleeved t-shirt as he continues to kiss me. His hands travel to my jeans and he deftly unbuttons them and tries to slide them down my hips.
These jeans are on the snug side, so I help him out by working them down my hips, I fall back on the bed when they get stuck around my knees. Isaac grabs one foot, pulls off my shoe and he does the same with the other. He then grabs a jean leg in each hand and pulls my jeans off. I scramble up to my knees, grab his t-shirt and pull him towards me so I can kiss him.
The kiss starts off slow, but it builds until he is on his way to kissing me senseless. I need to tell him what I want to do before I totally forget and I damn near do when he squeezes my ass - his long fingers delving between my legs and stroking my pussy through my panties.
“Are you still sore,” he asks ending the kiss. I shake my head no and he scoops my panties to the side before slowly finger fucking me.
“Isaac – wait!” I say a little too loudly as I shove him away from me.
He looks at me as if I have lost my mind.
That is entirely possible.
“Olivia,” he growls out slowly. “What is it?” He sounds like he is losing patience with me.
“I want to ask you something…something I want to do.” I reach out and grab his t-shirt again, slowly pulling him back to me. I kiss his chin, before nipping it lightly with my teeth. I move to kiss his neck – suddenly nervous that he will think me weird for asking. I kiss slowly up his neck loving how he tastes and smells. I can feel his shudder as I lightly kiss his neck.
“What do you want to ask me Baby Girl?” His deep voice rumbles through me, making me want to clamp my legs together.
I kiss up to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe before whispering, “Can I suck your cock?”
I feel him shudder again before he goes rigid and then leans back to look at me.
Too forward?
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Isaac
I back away from Olivia a bit and look at her. She is kneeling on my bed in a snug-fitting black t-shirt and a pair of black boy short panties – looking like innocence wrapped in sin. She is biting her bottom lip and wringing her hands.
“Did I offend you?” she asks softly.
“No – not at all; I am just shocked that you asked.” I move closer to her, leaning down and nipping her bottom lip. “You never have to ask to suck my cock, fuck me, hell anything…you can do whatever you want to with me – to me.”
“Really?” she asks – instantly giddy.
“Just no whips and chains,” I say jokingly before she starts to undress me. I gnash my teeth when she trails her fingers up my torso and helps me take off my t-shirt because all I want to do is throw her on the bed and fuck the shit out of her. However, I restrain myself, letting her continue to undress me. I let my head fall back and look up at the ceiling, praying for strength when her hands graze my cock as she unbuttons my jeans. Once I am completely naked, I settle myself on the bed, propped up against the headboard as she looks at me.
I watch her as she kneels down on the bed next to me. I stifle a moan when she starts stroking my cock with her soft hands. I am still surprised that she actually asked to suck my cock. I mean, who does that?
I start to recite the preamble of the constitution in my head so I don’t blow my load like a horny teen.
“I’ve only ever done this a few times,” she says softly.
“Done what a few times?” I ask – distracted by her hands on my cock. I let out a low groan when she runs her thumb over the sensitive tip.
“A blowjob, er sucking cock, oral sex...or whatever the act is called.”
I grunt because that is the only response I have right now. I really don’t care what she calls it; I just want her to do it.
“Well, I have only done it few times so I am not sure if I am any good at it. I do watch porn though, but I don’t watch many blowjob porn videos,” she comments as she slowly starts to jack my shit and a shiver runs up my spine when she uses her other hand to cup my balls.
“I am sure you will do fine.” I try to keep my voice even and steady but goddamn - her hands feels like heaven on my cock.
“So, you’ll have to tell me if I am doing something wrong - okay?” She bites her bottom lip looking like some innocent virgin. “I want it to be good for you.”
I nod my head – hopefully, not too eagerly. She situates herself, sweeps her hair behind her ears and lowers her head. I let out a loud sigh when her mouth engulfs my cock. There are no words….just aagghhh….her mouth is so wet and warm. It takes everything in me to still my hips and not pump up into her mouth. Long, wet pulls have me whispering her name as she slowly and damn near reverently sucks my cock. When she swirls her tongue around the head before engulfing most of it, I think I bite my tongue, because I swear I taste blood.
She gets a little too eager a bit later and I feel teeth on my cock – and not in a good way.
“Watch your teeth,” I say as I use both hands to gather up her braids and hold them at the top of her head - so I can see what she’s doing and to guide her movements if I need to. When she nips the head of my cock with her teeth again, my hands are still in her hair and I gently pull her head up.
“No more teeth Baby Girl.”
She nods at me wide-eyed, looking scared.
“I’m sorry.”
I give her a smile to let her know that I am not upset.
“You like ice cream?” I ask. She looks at me with a puzzled expression before slowly nodding her head.
“You like chocolate ice cream?”
I can see a look of understanding enter her eyes as she gives me a hint of a smile before nodding her head again.
“Well, lick my cock like you would if you had a chocolate ice cream cone in your hand and it was melting.”
Her hint of a smile morphs into a sexy smile before she lowers her head and gives my cock a long lick - from base to tip. Turns out Baby Girl is an excellent licker of chocolate ice cream cones because a few minutes later I am about to cum.
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Olivia
I wake up to a big hand rubbing up and down my back. It feels warm through my t-shirt. I smile to myself remembering that I am at Isaac’s house and in his bed.
“You awake Olivia?” he asks softly as he continues to rub my back, slowly waking me up. I open my eyes, turn my head and see him sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed again.
“Hey,” I say. My voice sounds scratchy to my own ears. He gives me that dimpled smile and once again, it makes me feel as if I have just gone down a steep hill on a bicycle with no brakes.
I slowly sit up and he hands me my jeans. I take a moment or two to put them on before I trek to his bathroom to freshen up. My reflection in the mirror surprises me. Even though I have just awakened, I look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
This must be what good sex does for a person.
After I am satisfied with my appearance (I leave my hoodie on his bed), we finally emerge from his bedroom and trek down the hall.
We descend the stairs, but I pause when I hear people talking. Isaac whispers to me.
“They are going to love you Olivia. Trust me.” He places a kiss to the side of my head and urges me forward.
As we continue our descent, I am finding it hard to believe that I have known Isaac for only a week. If feels as if I have known him for years. I am usually super shy and ultra-awkward around guys I like, but with Isaac, none of that is happening. Being with him is like slipping into my favorite sweatshirt.
When we reach the first floor, he takes my hand and leads me back
to the large kitchen. My eyes seek out my dog first. I see Chewy asleep in what looks like a wicker laundry basket with a blanket in it. Satisfied that Chewy is content, I take in the scene before me. A couple is sitting at the end of the big table; the woman has a cute pixie haircut and she is straddling the man in the chair. I can’t see their faces, but I see his big, dark hands resting on her ass, kneading ever so slightly as she talks to him softly. Every so often, she takes a sip from a wine glass.
At the other end of the table, a cute white guy (the same one I saw at the gym on Monday with Isaac) is standing behind a woman with wild corkscrew curls. I watch as his hands roam up and down her sides as she cuts up what looks like celery. She lets out a loud giggle when he whispers something in her ear.
I see Isaac’s twin, Judah talking to a woman with a platinum blond natural; they are both at the stove and seem to bantering back and forth.
Isaac squeezes my hand and pulls me back into his body; my back to his chest and he wraps his arms around me. He clears his throat before speaking.
“Hey everybody, I want you to meet Olivia Simone. I’m pretty sure she will become a regular fixture among us,” he says and instantly, six pairs of eyes are staring at us. I feel my face heat up with embarrassment. Isaac plants a soft kiss to the back of my head and begins introducing me to everyone. We move over to the girl with the wild corkscrew curls and the cute white guy.
“This here is my baby sister, Zoe and her husband Charlie.”
Charlie gives me a friendly hello with a wink that makes me blush. Zoe pulls me from Isaac, giving me a hug, which throws me for a loop. I awkwardly hug her back.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” she says, flashing me a smile and I can instantly see the resemblance between her and her siblings; they share the same dimpled smile.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” I respond almost shyly.
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