Epilogue #2
We also paid her rent. It was crazy cheap. It’s basically what Em and I spend on stupid shit every month. She argued. Got hella mad, and even kicked me out of my own bedroom. I had to bunk with Em, which was miserable until I just took to the couch in the middle of the night.
We didn’t bend on this. She didn’t get her way.
Said it was taking away her independence.
Not a chance, she’s still in charge around here.
But now she can spend her money, save it or send it home.
Whatever she decides but her rent and utilities is our responsibility even if she stays with us most of the time.
“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.”
My threats are real.
He’s not slow or cautious. He’s gotten too rough with her a time or two and came away with a black eye once.
“I know. I know. I promise, Mas, not to hurt my angel. My wife. My gift from the universe that has me staring at the most perfect thing in the world. Whose mama I have yet to thank for making this perfect body. This perfect ass and these perfect holes.”
Her body clenches. Her eyes widen, and she starts to move against me.
I grab the pillow, shove it under my head, and stare into the mirror I angled toward the bed this morning.
Beyond his giant head, I see what he sees.
She’s laid out like a fucking platter with him slowly dragging the plug past her tight ring.
Her pussy is glistening, and I move my knees further apart.
“Relax, baby.” My hands slide over her skin, now coated with a light sweat. It does that when she’s really turned on or nervous. “It will be good, I promise. Just a little pain, but I’ll kiss it away. Suck it away.”
My mouth lands on her neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking.
The plug must be out because she’s relaxing into me.
Soft and warm. Then she jumps, her eyes wide for a second, and then they go glassy.
Looking past me. I shift to watch in the mirror.
He’s eating her out. Groaning as much as she’s moaning.
He has two fingers pushed past her thick folds, slick with her wetness. Her hips move in rhythm to his mouth.
“That’s right, grind against his face. He loves it. Don’t hold back. This is what he wants. What we all want.” I capture her neck, guide her lips back to mine. Catch her mid moan as she actively fucks his fingers, rubs her so-called no-no hole against his face.
“Yesss, wifey. Feed me. I want to taste everything you had for lunch.”
I break the kiss, completely grossed out. Sof stops too, tenses like she’s about to do a bench press.
“Em, what the fuck?!?!” I scream at him while she hides her face in my shoulder. Breath searing into my neck. My hands stroke up and down her back, comforting her. “That’s disgusting, dumbass. Not sexy. At all.”
His face pops up around her hip. Face completely wet and dripping from his chin. A crooked smile as if he didn’t just say the wrong thing, that makes her uncomfortable and awkward as fuck.
“What? Too far?”
I grab a pillow and launch it at his head. It hits with a hard thud, and he grunts. In the mirror, I see him going down and then popping up like a damn gaming character after getting killed.
“Fuck yes, too damn far. Fucking moron!” I kiss the side of her head. Her hair is damp from the lust and worry. “Ignore him, baby. He’s an idiot, and you know it. I find you sexy as hell. Beautiful beyond words and am so so glad to have you in my arms, giving yourself—”
She rises up, smothers me in kisses, and starts rocking against my cock. It’s buried in her soft stomach. It’s torture, but she’s calling the shots on this. Taking it step by step. It’s what we agreed on.
She’s always in charge.
Em must be back to licking because her body tightens again. Moving faster and harder against me. Her tongue is getting wilder and more chaotic. Shoves in and out of my mouth until a scream breaks us apart.
“Coming,” she blurts out. Squeezing her eyes shut while her glossy lips part in pleasure
“Damn. Shit. Fuck. Perfect Mas. Look at her pussy sucking in my fingers. Strangling them.”