Stinger (The Mandarin Connection Book 7) Page 7

  Why? WHY?

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  STINGER

  What just fucking happened?

  What was that?

  Did Bea just come?

  From my kiss?

  I stare at her, breathless, the two of us locking eyes like there never was anyone else, ever, in all of Creation.

  I’m gripping her arms, tightly, but not too tight, as she gasps and heaves and her eyes roll back and flutter, and she moans into my mouth.

  I’m licking and sucking and pulling her tongue into my own mouth, tasting her, and teasing her tongue with mine.

  I’m shoving it in and out, in a facile mimicry of fucking her mouth, with my tongue, as she bucks and thrashes.

  I can’t believe it.

  How can anything feel this good?

  How can anything that feels this good be so very wrong.

  I pull back, watching her nipples jut out, as her breasts thrust out and up at me, begging me to suckle them through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

  Her jacket is open and her bosom, (why did I call them her bosom, for Christ’s sake, but that’s exactly what they are!), her bosom beckons to me, to engulf it with my mouth, to take it all in, to drink from it.

  I push her away, and our eyes are pouring love into each other, her face is agape with awe, my own appearance that of a man who is led to water after a long thirst, a drought of my soul.

  She smiles, and I feel my entire world shrink to only the two of us, in that moment.

  We are all that is real.

  We are the only things that matter.

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  I look at Bea, my soul mate, my lover, and know that the only places we can go from here are into higher and higher flights of delight and wonder.

  I see her eyes turn slowly, her beautiful face basking in the glow of my own blazing love, and then, suddenly, her mouth turns down, into a grimace of pain.

  I turn to see Thumper watching us, his eyes narrowing as he finally understands the TRUTH.

  We both love Bea!

  And, she loves us!

  My own face goes through a transformation as horrific as that of a werewolf as I realize that the entire crowd is watching this little show.

  I see my brother’s eyes, and they are mirrors of mine.

  We are twins, we are as close as any two people can be.

  We shared a womb, the same woman, our own mother, for nine months.

  Then, Fate decided we would have to learn to be apart, to learn how to be individual souls, to make our own ways into a harsh world.

  We always had each other’s backs, we always could count on the other twin to help ease the pain of growing up, of the loss of our mother, of the trials of school and the sports arena.

  I jump away from Bea as if she were made of rubber, and notice all the faces of the crowd, looking at us.

  What did I just do?

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  “Ok, lovers!” comes a voice.

  It’s Coach Johnson.

  He’s shouting to all the players and cheerleaders, and either is ignoring Bea and I, or is just providing some cover.

  “Let’s move this party to the Mansion! Mr. Niles has made it clear that he wants us to celebrate responsibly! So, responsibly get your asses onto the party bus, and start having fun! We creamed the Wildcats, so let’s enjoy our Victory!” he shouts.

  As the people board the buses, Bea walks over to Frank and Mom, who are standing there with Orange Whips.

  Frank is busily studying the treads on the bus tires, while slurping his dessert.

  Mom is hugging Bea, who is obviously very upset about something.

  “Well, that sure is going to be talked about for a while, don’t you think,” asks Thumper.

  “Look, bro, I didn’t mean to…” I say, but he cuts me off.

  “Stinger, I feel the same way, bro,” he says, with feeling.

  “You were the lucky bastard who got to kiss her first, is all,” he adds.

  Then, he wanders off to the back of the bus and plops down next to Jeff, and gives one of those dreadlocks a tug.

  Jeff looks annoyed, but then he puts on his headphones and listens to whatever it is that the Jeff’s of the world listen to on their iPhones.

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  BEA

  I am at home, waiting for the twins to get back from the Estate Party, or whatever it’s called.

  My emotions are all over the place!

  All those people saw me kiss my stepbrother!

  And, I loved every second of it!

  Plus, Thumper saw us, and all I could think of when I finally came up from air was if he tasted different than Stinger!

  What is the matter with me?

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  All the way home, Mom is quiet, but I can see her wheels turning.

  She must think I’m some kind of slut or something, kissing Keith-David like that!

  I don’t care!

  It felt so right, that kiss!

  The way his eyes stared right into my soul like that!

  I wanted it to go on forever!

  “Bea, when we get home, we need to have a little talk, ok, honey?” Mom asks.

  “Sure thing,” I say, sulkily.

  I can’t wait to have this conversation.

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  Frank parks the car, and we get out.

  Frank suddenly remembers the cows need feeding, or the bees watered, or something and makes himself scarce.

  I follow Mom into the house, the smell of apple pie and cinnamon and fresh cut flowers mixing in with the clean odors of the linens and towels from the laundry.

  Emma, one of the hired hands, is baking cookies.

  It’s just too perfect for words.

  “Emma, can you bring us tea and biscuits in the sewing room, please?” Mom says.

  “Sure thing, Mrs. Sullivan!” Emma replies.

  “Emma, how many times have I told you not to call me that?” Mom asks.

  “I don’t know, Mrs. Sullivan,” Emma replies.

  Mom sighs, and motions for me to follow her into the sewing room.

  She sits there, waiting for Emma to get things situated, and we look at the birds outside the windows.

  The drapes are red-and-white checkered, just like the tablecloths.

  Red napkins sit on the table, along with a red creamer, and red sugar bowl.

  Emma brings in the tea set, and pours us both a china cup of English Breakfast tea.

  “One lump or two?” she asks, then drops two into mine, and three into Mom’s without hesitating.

  “Cream?” she says, as she puts a dollop into Mom’s tea.

  I don’t like cream in mine.

  “Enjoy your afternoon tea, Mrs. Sullivan,” she teases.

  “Emma, Emma, Emma!” Mom sighs.

  “Thank you so very much, my dear!” she adds.

  “You’re quite welcome, Mrs. Sullivan!” Emma beams.

  Mom and Emma have quite the relationship, I think to myself.

  I wonder if Frank notices anything?

  Oh well, probably not.

  Just some harmless flirting.

  I guess.

  “Bea, can you tell me what I saw this evening between you and Keith-David? Is that the first time you two did something like that?” Mom asks, sipping her tea.

  She blows on the surface, as her lips purse and they make a small ‘whoosh’ sound.

  I shrug, trying to work out just exactly what I am feeling, and what to share with her.

  “Umm, if you mean that kissy thing, well, yeah, that’s the first time he did that,” I stammer.

  I sip my tea, but it’s hot and I burn my lips.

  “Ouch!” I yell, as I set the cup down.

  “Are you okay, Honeybee?” she says.

  I think Mom knows a lot more than she is letting on, suddenly.

  “Do you think about them, i
n that way? You know what I mean?” she says, a serious tone creeping into her voice.

  I flush and try to avoid her gaze.

  This isn’t exactly the kind of thing to talk to your mother about!

  “Umm…what do you mean?” I ask.

  Mom sighs.

  She sets down her tea, then flips around to face her sewing box.

  She opens it and rummages around for a second, then pulls something out.

  It’s a pink box.

  “Do you know what this is?” she asks, as she opens the box.

  It’s a pretty decent dildo, is what it is.

  My cheeks burn a little.

  “It’s mine,” she admits.

  “And, it’s gotten its share of use, and it’s not my first, or even tenth, to be honest,” she says.

  She closes the box, and puts it away.

  “Bea, everyone plays with themselves, at one point or another,” she says.

  “It’s perfectly natural, and healthy for your sexual expression,” she continues.

  I stop her.

  “Mom, I get it, but I don’t want to have you give me a dissertation on masturbating, okay?” I say, my face red with embarrassment.

  This is awkward…

  “Well, do you think about the twins when you do that?” she repeats.

  What am I supposed to tell her?

  Should I share my biggest sexual fantasy with her?

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  It’s Halloween, and the twins and I are in a dark, haunted house.

  I am scared, and crying because of the big, scary monsters running all around us.

  Suddenly, one of them runs at us with a chainsaw!

  Keith-David and David-Keith stand in front of me, both of them with baseball bats, and they hit the monster at the same time so hard his head flies off and out the broken glass window.

  More monsters attack us, but my two stepbrothers hit all of them until they are all gone.

  Then, the scene changes and we are all swimming in a huge, deep blue water pool in a lagoon.

  The sun is bright overhead, and we are naked as we splash and play in the surf.

  Fish of all kinds swim around us, the light bouncing off their colored scales like prisms, and then we are all huddled in our thatched-roof hut, laying on the floor on woven mats, with fluffy pillows and comforters.

  Tiki torches blaze around us, as the gentle rain falls, and thunder can be heard far off in the distance.

  The twins and I are naked, on the covers, listening to the rain as it comes down on the leaves in the forest.

  It’s all quiet, save for an occasional bird call, or the distant howl of some kind of monkey.

  We lay there, entwined.

  Suddenly, the venue in my dream shifts.

  —————

  We’re in a luxury apartment.

  Stinger and Thumper and I are watching the NFL game, which is a re-run of their latest victory, (but of course it’s all just my fantasy).

  I want to be with them, my body is on fire from watching them play, and dominate the field.

  The close-ups of their helmets are oddly erotic, and my loins begin to throb with desire.

  I put a hand down my slacks, in between the sheer cotton panties and my furry tufts of hair, sliding one finger along my slit.

  My clit is rock-hard from watching my brothers and their team.

  The thought of fucking both of them at once has me on a razor’s edge of pleasure.

  I swallow some champagne, and decide to give them a show, to put them in the correct frame of mind for the upcoming festivities.

  “Hey, guys,” I say, wordlessly.

  My eyes are lit up with excitement as I stand in front of them, my leg jauntily cocked and rocking back and forth.

  The two of them turn from the replay of the game, and rise.

  I can see the bulges in their pants, and I salivate, involuntarily.

  Keith-David stands there, cockily, as I remove my blouse, one button at a time.

  My fingers are shaking so badly from my needing him that I can barely perform this simple task.

  At least, it seems that way to me.

  Stinger smiles, his gorgeous mouth and perfect teeth making me feel another wave of warmth that courses through my body.

  Thumper watches me with the eyes of a hungry predator, his smile and five-o’clock shadow punctuating his lust.

  He slowly walks towards me, but I just as slowly waltz away from his outstretched hand.

  Not so fast, big guy, I think…

  He smiles even wider, and rubs the huge rise in his jeans, anticipation etched on his face.

  Another button down, and my blouse is limply hanging from my body.

  Thumper steps closer, and bends down to me.

  I can see the huge bulge in the crotch of his blue jeans, his cock clearly outlined beside the zipper.

  I reach over, rubbing and caressing its hardness.

  Jolts of pleasure fire right up my arm, straight into my brain, as I trace his dick with my finger.

  I want to yank his cock free, and shove my mouth over it, sucking it deep into my mouth, licking the head, slurping the precum.

  Instead, I tease Thumper, tossing my hair, and giving him another come-hither look, my eyelids lowered shyly.

  All the while I stroke his hardness beneath his stressed jeans.

  I move my other hand to the last button on the blouse, while I slowly lick my lips.

  They are dry, but then moist, as Stinger walks over to us.

  I reach out and put my other hand on his erection, and feel it throb.

  My blouse is just hanging there, and Stinger eyes my hard nipples.

  They are jutting out, like strawberries.

  My small pink aureoles peek over the edges of the lacy, tan bra.

  Stinger’s hand moves down to stroke my head, and then he sits down next to me.

  We look into each other’s’ eyes for a moment, and then he leans his face towards me.

  My mouth opens, and then we are kissing.

  His animal scent is overpowering my brain.

  His raw strength pulls me to him, crushing me against his massive, muscled chest.

  He tastes clean and fresh, and vaguely of strawberry.

  Why does everything taste like strawberry in this weird dream?

  Then, all thought is lost as Thumper squeezes me, and his hands work their way to my heaving tits from behind me.

  I can feel his dick rubbing against the crack of my ass.

  His gentle fingers rub first one aching nipple, then the other.

  I moan with pleasure, and it’s lost in the cavern of Stinger’s delicious mouth.

  I move my ass around on the bed, because I feel like I am so wet I am going to stick to the sheets!

  When I do, Stinger cups my ass with his hands, and pulls me against him.

  I can feel his enormous bulge between my legs as we fall against each other on the satin bedspread.

  My pussy feels like it has a life of its own, trying to reach out and suck his hardness into me.

  We lay on the bed, Thumper’s magic hands moving all over my body.

  New sensations jolt through me, my legs suddenly jerking, or my ass clenching.

  Stinger is a master!

  Every move he makes sends pleasure straight into my whirling brain.

  Now, Thumper kisses me, leaning around so I can feel my neck stretch, eager to chew on his tongue, and I lick his chin slowly, enjoying the feel of his five-o’clock stubble.

  My tongue works a trail down his neck, and I can taste his salty tang.

  Stinger reaches around and unclasps my lacy, tan bra.