“How about we give them a show they won’t ever forget?” Siri pulled alongside Iris so they were hip to hip and gave her a playful bump. Then she tempted Kyle and Brett with the most sensually fluid arm gestures, using her wrists and her fingers to beckon them closer. “We’ll get them so hot and horny they won’t know what to do with themselves.”
Kyle all but floated over to them. “What have we here?” He placed one hand on Iris’ hip and his other on Siri’s and began to move with them to the rhythm.
Both women sidled up to Kyle. Greedily, he wrapped his arms around each of them.
“Fuck you, Brett, my Christmas wish came true!” he called. “I got both Beaulieu sisters.”
For a few minutes, Brett sat in a chair across the room with his snifter of Brandy and simply watched the girls dance provocatively with Kyle.
For some reason, Iris couldn’t keep her gaze from straying to Brett. Yes, he was keeping close tabs on his wife and Kyle, but Iris could also feel the heat of his intensity on her as well. It made her want to move more sensually, just for him.
“Your husband likes to watch,” Kyle said to Siri.
“Indeed he does,” Siri replied in a sultry voice.
For some reason, the thought fascinated Iris.
Iris pried her attention away from Brett to look at Kyle. His eyes were heavy with arousal. He was definitely getting off on dancing with the two of them. Siri was feeding off him, as well.
Wickedly, Iris wanted Brett to take pleasure in them, too. “Come, Brett, join us.” Iris tried to imitate the same dramatic gestures with her arms as Siri had when calling to Kyle. She was pleased when Brett set his glass down and made his way over.
To her delight, he didn’t immediately go to his wife. Instead, he placed his hands on Iris’ waist and moved with her. She, in turn, raised her arms and cupped his broad shoulders. Tentatively, she petted the soft fleece of his pullover.
For a big man, he moved fluidly. His gaze traveled over the deep U shape of her borrowed camisole before returning to her face.
Gradually the guys moved in, practically sandwiching Iris and Siri between them. Iris ended up back to back with her sister.
Brett was so close his brandy-scented breath fanned across Iris’ face, but it was the potency of his stare she found intoxicating.
Before long, Kyle, who was still holding Siri, reached for Iris. Skimming with his hand, he followed the curve of her neck and shoulder and part way down her arm. He then detoured around to the front, where he cupped her breast and fondled it. She was both mortified and turned on at the same time, especially when Brett lowered his gaze and watched Kyle’s hand at work. Brett ever so slowly trailed his hand up her side and rested his palm on the side of her other breast. He caressed her side boob with his thumb. The soft gesture sent the most delicious tendrils of sensation straight to her pussy.
Iris had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her nipples hardened to aching points as Brett and Kyle double-teamed her. Yet she wanted more, much more. What would it be like to be touched by both men at the same time? She tried to resist the urge to fidget, hoping to direct Brett’s hand where she craved it most.
Not to be outdone, Siri turned her back to Kyle, yet kept him close. Iris wondered if her sister could feel her husband’s erection nudging her ass. There was no doubt that all four of them were equally aroused at their spontaneous play.
“Move your hip just a smidge, Eye,” Siri whispered.
Shamelessly, Siri reached around Iris and palmed her husband’s cock through his trousers. “Ohhh, aren’t you nice and hard!” Siri crooned.
Iris fisted her hands. Her fingers itched to find out for herself just how hard he truly was. She peered up at Brett, wondering about his reaction.
But to her surprise, he wasn’t even looking at Siri. His focus was squarely on her. It made her yearn to touch him all the more.
Siri chuckled.
Iris was sure the low devious sound went through them all. It certainly did her.
“Seems Kyle isn’t the only man who has a twin fetish.” Siri all but purred. She was enjoying this, and not only in the physical sense. She was pushing Iris right out of her comfort zone, and if Iris wasn’t mistaken, she was doing the same to Brett.
Iris had to occupy her hands or she might do something insane, like swat her sister’s hand aside so she could take the full and complete measure of her hunky brother-in-law’s mouth-watering erection. Yet she was loath to turn away from Brett, just in case he, too, decided to do the unthinkable—like fondle her breast and not merely tease the side. God, how she wanted him to. Instead, Iris reached behind her and groped for Kyle. With Siri’s new positioning, she could now reach him. She bumped his thigh. He stepped closer, repositioning, obviously eager for some attention as well. Iris dragged her hand up to his balls and gave them a firm squeeze.
“Mmm,” he hummed, and tucked his hips under, seeking more TLC.
Iris caressed him, working her palm up and down his stiff shaft.
“Yeah,” he drawled.
Just when she thought there was nothing left Siri could do to shock her, her sister proved her wrong.
She leaned in and murmured, “Touch him.” With a lift of her chin, she offered her husband.
Siri’d always been the devil on Iris’ shoulder, whispering in her ear, prodding her to act. Or was her twin simply reading her mind—somehow all-knowing when it came to her deepest, darkest desires.
When Iris hesitated, Siri gripped her other hand from where it sat benignly upon Brett’s shoulder and guided it over his chest and washboard abs. Iris was inordinately pleased when his muscles rippled under her touch.
For the moment, she didn’t possess the dexterity or mentality to stimulate both men at the same time. Her grasp on Kyle relaxed, yet he continued to thrust his hips, pumping his cock between her inert fingers.
Bit by bit, Siri eased her hold, then finally left Iris to her own devices.
Selfishly, she continued to explore the hard plains of Brett’s chiseled core.
“Touch her,” Siri urged her husband.
With apparently single-minded calculation, Siri was pushing their respective boundaries toward the tipping point.
Brett’s nostrils flared, his pupils dilated. His grip at her waist tightened.
He wants to. A wicked thrill raced through Iris. Goose bumps erupted all over her highly sensitized skin.
Siri turned away from them and shifted her focus back to Kyle. His firm cock slipped from Iris’ grasp.
Now Iris had the advantage of using both hands. She placed her palms over Brett’s firm pecs, and after giving each an appreciative squeeze, she changed direction and made a slow and deliberate journey down his ribcage. She sensed the tenuously harnessed tension in him.
Brett’s fingers twitched at the side of her breast.
Reflexively, she arched her back, desperate for his touch.
It became a silent battle of sorts between them—who would step over that forbidden line first?
The pad of his thumb brushed her areola, coming ever so close to her straining nipple.
“Oh, God,” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to maintain eye contact with Brett. That connection in and of itself was stimulating her on a whole other level.
A nerve in Brett’s jaw ticked erratically.
By accident, she bumped the bulge at his waistband. Hastily, she jerked her hand away as if she’d been burned.
A growl radiated through his chest. She more felt it than heard it.
The tip of his thumb nudged her aching nipple.
She whimpered and fisted her hands in his sweater. The action pulled him closer.
His gaze dropped to her mouth.
Suddenly he cleared his throat, dropped his hands, and took a step back. “I think it’s time for bed.”
Stunned, Iris blinked rapidly, feeling as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her.
“Right. Bed.” Kyle agreed.
Each man grabbed his woman and practically ran for their respective bedrooms.
