Divided: Brides of the Kindred 10 (25 page)

The indecision must have shown on his face
because when he looked up, Far was watching him.

“Go ahead, Brother,” his twin said softly.
“Taste her juices. I know you want to.”

“Gods, I do, but…” Truth shook his head.

“Don’t say you shouldn’t,” Far said. “You
absolutely should. She’s your lady—
our
lady. It’s natural to want to
taste her honey. Do it, Truth.”

Truth needed no more urging to give in to
the forbidden impulse. With a low groan, he slipped his wet fingers between his
lips and sucked hard. A warm, delicious flavor—Rebecca’s flavor, he realized—exploded
across his tongue. Gods, she tasted
amazing.
Salty and sweet and utterly
feminine. His mouth watered to get between her legs and lick that delicious
essence straight from the source. Only his willpower, coupled with the
knowledge that he’d never done that particular act before and didn’t know if he
would get it right, stopped him.

At last, when his fingers were thoroughly
cleaned, he looked up and saw that Becca and Far were watching him quietly.
There was a look of uncertainty on both their faces.

They’re wondering if I’m going to get
angry again,
he suddenly realized.
Wondering
if I’m going to regret my actions and blame them for what we all did together.

But though he knew he should, he
couldn’t
regret what they had just done. Watching Rebecca come, hearing her soft
moans and knowing that he was the cause of them, sharing her pleasure with
Far…it had been the most memorable sexual experience of his life and though he
knew it was wrong it had felt so incredibly
right.

Besides, we didn’t really do anything,
he reminded himself.
There’s nothing to
be angry about because none of this really happened. It’s all in our minds. Or
in those damn slime tanks we’re submerged in—however you want to look at it.

Far cleared his throat. “Brother?” he said
in a questioning tone. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Truth said gruffly. “Why are
you both staring at me like that?”

“No reason,” Becca said softly.

Far simply shrugged noncommittally.

“Well then, let’s get down to business,” Truth
growled. “If Far’s theory is correct, we just raised enough energy to project a
whole pile of kilts or quilts or whatever Rebecca calls them. So let’s get
started.”

Chapter
Twenty-four

Far felt a cautious surge of relief when
it seemed that his twin was going to be all right with what had just happened
between the three of them. He had been worried that Truth would be angry at the
way they had shared Becca. Thank the Goddess, though, the dark twin seemed to
be, if not completely comfortable with what they had done, then at least not
unhappy enough to refuse to work together.

The three of them sat on the bed, their
backs against the headboard, with Becca in the middle.
As it should be,
Far
couldn’t help thinking. Nor could he help the warm glow that suffused his
entire being when he remembered the sweet, trusting way their lady had given
herself, or the way he and Truth had worked together to pleasure her. Maybe
they could come together after all. A few more encounters like the one they had
just had and he had a feeling neither Becca or Far could deny the three of them
ought to bond.

He loved them both so much. In different
ways but with a passion both deep and true.
Please, Goddess,
he prayed
silently.
Bring us together. Let them see how we need each other—how we
should be one.

“Well,” Becca said, breaking into his
silent prayer. “How should we start? Personally if we only get one shot at this
thing, I vote we try and project some clothes to wear. What do you think?”

“I think we should have more than ‘one
shot’ after what we just did,” Truth said, frowning. “But I agree about the
clothing. It’s chilly here and if we’re ever going to find Vashtar, we can’t
spend all our time on the sleeping platform warming each other up.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Becca said and
immediately her light brown cheeks went rosy with a blush. “Uh, that is, I
mean…I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s all right,
mi’now,”
Far told
her. “You were simply expressing your satisfaction in the pleasure we gave
you.”

“A male likes to hear such things,” Truth
growled. “It’s good to know you enjoyed yourself.”

“I
more
than enjoyed myself,” Becca
confessed in a soft tone. “I…I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so intense
in my life. It was…amazing.”

“The connection was intense,” Far agreed.

“Even if the three of us are actually in
separate tanks, it
felt
real.” Truth sounded thoughtful.

It was real—to me.
But Far didn’t say it aloud. If it made
his brother feel better to remember that they weren’t actually touching
physically in the Mindscape, then he was willing to leave him the illusion that
the bond slowly forming between them was imaginary as well.
But it’s not.
The mental and physical connection between us grows with each encounter,
Brother. Even now I can pick up on some of your emotions. Your mind is becoming
more open to me every time we share our sweet lady and hold her between us…

“So what kind of clothes should we make to
start with?” Becca asked, her cheeks still rosy. “If you guys don’t mind, I’d
really like it if you did me first. Uh…” Her blush got even darker. “I mean…”

“It’s all right,
mi’now,”
Far told
her. “We know what you mean—you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Okay, I just…I know I keep saying this
but I just have never…done anything like what we did. I mean, not with, you
know, two guys at once.”

“I haven’t either,” Truth said
unexpectedly. “It was strange to me too. Strange but very pleasurable,” he
added in a low voice. “Almost
too
pleasurable.”

“So….clothes?” Becca asked brightly. “We seem
to keep, uh, getting off the subject.”

“The subject being can we make you some
clothing to cover up your luscious curves?” Far raised an eyebrow at her.
“Seems a shame, doesn’t it, Brother?” he asked Truth.

“It really does,” Truth agreed, his pale
eyes raking over Becca with obvious desire. “But since our lady is cold…”

“We must make her something to warm her
up,” Far finished for him. “Very well, let us all three concentrate on clothing
for Becca.”

The three of them closed their eyes and
Far thought as hard as he could about something Becca could wear.
She is
cold and needs to be kept warm,
he thought.
Clothing…we need warm
clothing…

His intense mental effort was interrupted
when Becca gave a little gasp of surprise.

“Oh—what in the world is this?” she
exclaimed.

Far opened his eyes and saw that their
lady did indeed now have clothing on. The problem was, it was the strangest
clothing he had ever seen.

“What
is
this?” Becca repeated. “It
looks like half parka and half negligee.”

Indeed, the left half of her body, where
Far was sitting, was clothed in a warm winter coat that went down to her knees.
But on the right half, where Truth was sitting, Becca had on a lacy, wispy
little nightgown which barely covered her breasts and sex. On her feet were a
warm pair of furry boots.

“It’s certainly…different,” Far said
noncommittally. “I wonder how it happened—we must have all been imagining
different things.”

Truth gave a low curse, his cheeks a dull
red. “Apologies. I fear the, uh, less substantial part of your new outfit is my
fault.”

Becca raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s very
nice…if not very warm.”

“Yes, I realize that,” the dark twin
growled. “It wasn’t very considerate of me—not nearly as thoughtful as what Far
pictured for you.” He nodded at the half of her covered in the thick coat.

“What did you imagine for yourself?” Far
asked her.

“These.” She nodded down at the furry
boots. “My feet always get cold first so I was concentrating on them. I figured
I could leave the clothes to you two.” One corner of her mouth quirked up.
“Guess I was wrong, huh?”

“This wasn’t a completely successful
projection but at least we made something appear,” Far said. “Let us try again.
This time, Becca, you describe exactly what you want and we’ll all picture it
together.”

“Well,” Becca said. “What I think would be
best is…” And she went into a long description of some kind of Earth clothing
that Far was certain he would understand better if he was female. He tried to
follow along but he could see Truth’s eyes glazing. Clearly the dark twin had
no interest in fashion.

“All right,” he said at last, before the
detail got too overwhelming. “Let’s try again.”

The three of them closed their eyes and
thought as hard as they could, trying to get every detail just as Becca had
described.

Unfortunately, they were only partially
successful.

“Oh…” Becca looked down at the colorful
outfit she wore in apparent disappointment. It was a big, baggy shirt which
seemed to be made of some kind of animal hair—well, half of it was, anyway. The
other half was made of much smoother, shinier fabric. It was pale blue on one
side and dark green on the other. The pants that went with the shirt weren’t
much better. They looked itchy and ill fitting to Far and again, they were two
different colors.

“Apologies, Rebecca,” Truth said, frowning
at her new outfit. “I tried to picture everything just as you described it.
Only I thought you said the top should be green and the bottom blue.”

“I
thought
she wanted a blue
top
and a green
bottom
,” Far objected.

“Well, Truth got the colors right,
anyway,” Becca said, looking down at the right side of herself. “Honestly, I
was just trying to describe my favorite pair of jeans and a green sweatshirt.”

Truth frowned. “Is that a shirt which
makes you sweat or is it somehow made of the sweat of some kind of animal? Do
you have a beast on Earth whose bodily excretions can be made into wearable
products?”

“Well, we have cows and goats that give
milk you can
drink,”
Becca said. “But no, I wasn’t talking about
anything like that. It’s called a sweatshirt because…well, I don’t know
why
it’s called that, actually. All I know is that it’s warm and comfy.” She
sighed.

Far shook his head. “I don’t understand
why your own image of what you wanted didn’t prevail. After all, you were
trying your hardest to project too.”

“I was,” Becca said thoughtfully. “But
maybe because the two of you are twins you have more weight in this
whole…projection thing.” She looked frustrated. “You know, if I could just show
you a picture of what I mean we could all get on the same page. It’s what I
always wear back home when it gets cold but we’ve been on the Mothership so
long where it’s always climate controlled you guys never got a chance to see
it.”

“Never mind, Becca,” Far said, putting an
arm around her. “Perhaps we should all picture something we have seen you in
before. What about the silver protective suit you had on earlier?
That
would
certainly keep you warm.”

“Actually, it doesn’t. I mean, don’t get
me wrong—it keeps me from freezing like you promised, but I kept thinking how I
always felt a little bit chilly in it.” Becca shook her head. “Look, never
mind, guys—I’ll wear this. It’s pretty warm and we need to try and make
something for the two of you.”

“We should keep trying for you until we
get it right,” Truth said stubbornly but Becca shook her head again.

“Who knows how much juice we’ve got left?
I mean, how many projections can we get out of, uh, what we just did? We
need
to project some clothes for you guys—but this time let’s stick with something
we know.”

The three of them closed their eyes and
began again…but still with limited success.

“Why are my Goddess damned trousers so
tight?” Truth complained, pulling at the crotch of his black flight leathers.

“Mine as well.” Far winced and shifted on
the bed, trying to get comfortable in the new clothes which had suddenly
appeared on his body.

“My shirt doesn’t even button up all the
way,” Truth continued. “You can see my chest.”

“And mine.” Far frowned down at himself.

“Um…” Becca sounded embarrassed. “Those
details may be my fault, guys.”

“Your fault, how so?” Truth demanded.

“Well…you know how you picture me in a
slinky negligee?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Oh.” He nodded. “Of course. Am I to take
it that you like to see us in tight and revealing clothes as much as we enjoy
seeing you dressed in such items?”

“Is that right, Becca?” Far raised an
eyebrow at her.

“Well…” Becca was blushing again. “You
can’t blame a girl for fantasizing. And the two of you
are
some pretty
damn fine man-candy.”

Truth frowned. “What kind of confection
did you say we are? Is that an Earth delicacy?”

“Depends on who you talk to.” Becca
giggled, clearly enjoying a private joke. “Look, maybe we should try again.”

“No,” Truth said abruptly. “You are
willing to wear the odd things we projected for you, I think Far and I can put
up with a little discomfort.”

“Well, that’s very chivalrous of you,
Truth.” Becca smiled at him. “But really, if those trousers are so tight
they’re squeezing your, uh, package…”

“We’ll be fine,” he said firmly. “We need
to conserve energy. Lying here dressing each other in ill-fitting and
ridiculous clothing may be amusing but it doesn’t accomplish our mission. We
need to make the next projection a door out of here—a door that leads to
Vashtar.”