I still can’t believe what Oliver told me yesterday. I woke up this morning still in shock.
“It makes no sense…”
I get up and have cereal for breakfast. He must have been bluffing. How would they know what I was thinking? I mean, there’s no way they did, but… what if they were having the same thoughts I did? If that’s the case, then maybe I should have taken Oliver up on his offer. Let the two of them fuck me. It wouldn’t have been so hard. I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and twins would be a fine way to start again. I almost cough out my cereal at the thought. I’m not completely naïve to sex, but never have I done anything remotely resembling Oliver and Caden’s arrangement. I finish my food and place my bowl and spoon in the sink. After washing them, I place my hands on the counter to steady myself.
I wonder what they would do to me in this kitchen. Would one of them fuck me up against the counter while the other watched? I feel a throb in my underwear and instantly know it’s something I’d be into. Would it matter which one it was? Oliver was so mad yesterday. He’d punish me for lying, lying about kissing Caden behind his back. As I imagine the scenario, I stick two fingers into my pussy and slide in and out slowly. I pretend Oliver is pounding his dick into me from behind as Caden touches himself. I can hear both of them groaning and it’s so sexy. I dig my nails into my palm as I orgasm. I withdraw my fingers then wash my hands before turning around, leaning against the counter. It doesn’t matter if I find the whole thing hot; I left yesterday, and now I need to figure out, on my own, what to do with myself. I still have a house to sell, belongings to go through and a town I hate.
I’m about to get the rest of my day started when I hear the doorbell. Maybe it’s Chloe coming over, which would be perfect because I need to tell her all about what happened with the Blakesley boys. She’ll never believe me. I open the door without checking the peephole, and I see Caden and Oliver on my doorstep. Thank God I’m wearing pajama bottoms. And that I washed my hands… I almost shut the door immediately, but Caden stops me,
“Wait!”
I stop myself and look at both of them. They’re both in suits, looking good of course.
“We wanted to apologize.”
I open the door a little more, letting them know I’m willing to hear them out.
Oliver sighs, “I’m sorry I got really heated yesterday. I had no right to get mad at you. I just wanted to shock you.”
I look at Oliver and start to wonder if maybe he was lying about the whole sharing women thing then. If he wanted to shock me, saying something like that definitely got the job done. I blush, remembering what I was doing seconds earlier. “I didn’t want to embarrass you. I was mostly upset with Caden and took it out on you.”
I don’t want to ask if what he said was true, because that might indicate that I’m interested in such an arrangement when I know I couldn’t do something like that. Fantasizing about it was one thing, but actually participating would be crazy. I mean, two brothers? I couldn’t… I wouldn’t. I try to play it cool with the crossing of my arms, “It’s fine. I’m not mad anyway.”
No one says anything, so I’m about to close the door when Caden stops me again. I catch his gaze and ask, “Is there something else?”
He smiles and says, “Yeah, we wanted to invite you to dinner to apologize. We hope we can still discuss an offer on the house. If you’re open to it.”
Would that be a good idea? It would solve my problem of finding a way to unload the house on my own, but would dealing with Caden and Oliver be appropriate? Even if they’ve apologized, things still got out of hand, and whether or not what was said is true, it was still said. Could business and inappropriate feelings remain separate?
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea given what happened…” Both options have their pros and cons. If I decline, I don’t have to deal with my burgeoning feelings and fantasies, but then I need to deal with the house on my own. However, if I take them up on dinner, I could have an easy way out with the house, but then there would be the idea of sex with twins lurking in the back of mind.
“We want to make things up to you. I can promise you the food will be delicious.”
Well… okay maybe it would be harmless. I mean, it’s just dinner. How wild could it get? “Okay. Dinner would be nice.” I see them both relax, unaware they were tense in the first place. It seems we’re all tense around one another. How did this happen? How did we get here?
“Perfect. We’ll pick you up tonight. It’ll be kind of fancy, so dress up if you like,” Oliver explains. It’s a good thing I packed one of my nice dresses.
“That works. I’ll see you tonight.” We say goodbye, and the two of them walk back to their car. I close the door, wondering if I made the right decision. Whatever I’ve gotten into, I can only hope it won’t be too hard to disentangle myself. Since I’m going out now, I’ll need to clean myself up. A shower is for sure needed, and I might have to iron that dress. And I’ll have to do my makeup!
I take a seat on the couch and think. As long as I keep the conversation on business, nothing can go wrong. Kissing Caden led to complications, but if my feelings are kept in check, there’ll be no opening for either one to steer the conversation into scandalous territory. Even though I liked kissing Caden and the masturbation count has reached two, I know I can behave myself. Just have to make sure thoughts stay thoughts and do not become actions. I’m an adult. I have willpower. With newfound resolve, I get up to take my shower. And I could really use one. It’ll be a symbolic way of cleansing myself of naughty inclinations – wash away the last two days. They never happened. So far I’ve gotten by with denying my feelings for this long; a few more times can’t do much more damage. This dinner will be nothing but breezy.