Divided: Brides of the Kindred 10 (40 page)

Finally
she found something she’d completely forgotten about—something that made her
laugh.

“What’s
funny?” Far wanted to know.

“You’ll
see.” Becca got out the regrowth serum which brought the clothing back to
normal size and made a motion to both men. “Turn around now. Give me a minute
to change.”

“As
our lady wishes,” Truth growled, turning to give her his broad back. Far turned
as well without comment.

Becca
added a few drops of serum and waited until her chosen garments had grown to
the proper size. Then she took off the long sleeved sweater dress she had been
wearing all day for warmth, as well as her bra and underwear, and slipped into
the change quickly.

“All
right, boys, you can turn around,” she said at last.

Both
men turned as one. Far let out a low whistle and Truth growled in approval.

“I
don’t know what in the Seven Hells you’re wearing but I like it—
a lot,”
he said.

“I
agree.” Far’s black eyes roved over her body appreciatively. “What is it,
mi’now?
I’ve never seen an Earth garment quite like it.”

Becca
smiled and looked down at herself. “Kat called it a ‘fur bikini.’ It was
actually supposed to be kind of a joke—something we thought up when we were
trying to decide what to bring that would be warm enough for Orthanx. I never
thought I’d actually get to wear it.”

“It’s
beautiful,” Far murmured admiringly. “I love the white fur against your creamy
brown skin.”

“You’re
fucking gorgeous in it,” Truth said. “Does it feel as soft as it looks?”

Becca
bit her lip as a naughty impulse swept through her. Actually, the fur bikini
was
as soft as it looked—or even softer. The fur it was made of reminded her of a
mink coat she’d touched once in a high end department store and though most of
it was on the outside of the bikini, there was enough lining the bra and
panties to feel warm and fuzzy against her most sensitive areas. The
stimulation against her overheated nipples and pussy and the urging of the
partial bond she shared with her men was suddenly too much to deny.

“Is
it as soft as it looks?” she repeated, sitting up on her heels and thrusting
her breasts out. “Well…why don’t you feel it and find out?”

Truth
frowned. “Are you sure? I thought you didn’t wish our touching to be sexual
tonight.”

“It
doesn’t have to be sexual,” Becca said, her voice sounded breathless even in her
own ears. “It’s not like you’re touching me
under
the bikini. Just over
it.”

“I
think we can manage that,” Far murmured. He leaned forward to cup Becca’s left
breast in his hand and began to stroke her firmly. Through the soft fur, she
could feel the heat of his hand clearly.

Truth
took a cue from his brother but instead of touching her other breast, his
large, warm hand came to rest between her legs.

Becca
gasped as she felt his heat envelope her.

“So
soft,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “So soft and so
hot.”

“I’m
glad you like it,” Becca whispered, pressing against his palm. “I…I like it
too.”

“And
how does it feel inside?” Truth’s deep voice was a growl of pure lust. “Softer?
Hotter…
wetter?”

“Maybe,”
Becca whispered, unable to help herself. Though she tried to stop it, she could
feel herself being pulled toward the two men. Was it really the partial bond
between them working on her? Or was it just that she wanted them both so much
it was impossible to resist?

Part
of her knew she was doing exactly what she shouldn’t be doing—exactly what she
had been fighting against. But being between her men with their hands on her
body was an intoxicating experience. She felt drunk on the pleasure of their
gentle caresses. Drunk and in danger of losing all her inhibitions.

“What’s
wrong with me?” she whispered aloud. “Why can’t I resist you two even when I
know I should?”

“Maybe
you don’t want to,” Far offered.

“Maybe
you need exactly what we need,” Truth added. He pulled her closer and slipped
one big warm hand into the white triangle of fur that covered her pussy. “Are
you wet, Rebecca? Are you getting your pussy honey all over these little fur
panties?”

“I…I
don’t know…” Becca moaned. Truth’s big hand cupping her pussy felt so good, so
right,
that she could barely think.

“Is
her little cunt all hot and wet, Brother?” Far asked, his deep voice filled
with desire. He slipped his hand into the cup of Becca’s bra and began to idly
tease her nipple. “Why don’t you part her pussy lips and slip your fingers deep
in her folds to find out?”

“Maybe
I will,” the dark twin growled. Two long fingers spread Becca’s swollen outer
lips gently and she gasped as she felt another slip into her heated inner cunt.
Mother of God it felt
so
good but if she didn’t stop, she was going to
lose control of the situation completely.

“Wait
a minute,” she protested breathlessly as Truth began to circle the throbbing
button of her clit with his fingertip. “Wait, please. I…don’t want to do this.
Don’t want to lose control.”

“Very
well.” Truth and Far exchanged a glance and the dark twin reluctantly withdrew
his fingers from her pussy and slipped his hand out of her panties while the
light twin stopped touching her breasts.

“How
do you want to do this, Becca?” Far asked. “Or do you want to do it at all?”

Becca
took a deep breath. “I
do
want to try and locate the cache but it’s
really hard to think—really hard to concentrate when you’re both touching me
like that.”

“All
right.” Truth’s voice was frustrated but restrained. “What do you suggest?”

“Maybe
Becca should be in control this time,” Far suggested.

Truth
frowned. “What do you mean, Brother?”

“Well,
we’re always the ones touching her. Maybe it would be good to let her do the
touching for a change,” Far suggested. He looked at Becca. “Would you like
that,
mi’now?”

Becca
felt a powerful surge of lust. The idea of making her men lie back while she
took control had never occurred to her before. But now that Far had planted it
in her mind, she could think of nothing else.

“I…I
think that would be good. More than good,” she admitted. “And maybe while I
touch the two of you, you can both be concentrating on the cache.”

“Sounds
good to me.” Far lay back on the leaf and blanket pallet and put his hands
behind his head. The pose stretched out the muscles in his bare chest and put
his tight abs on display in a way that was distractingly sexy. “Well, Brother?”
he asked, looking across at Truth.

The
dark twin looked like he might object for a moment but then he simply nodded
and lay down on the other side of the bed, beside his brother.

“Very
well,” he growled, adopting the same casually sexy pose as Far. “Let’s do it
this way, then.”

“Good.”
Becca sat there for a moment on her knees before them, feeling both shy and powerful
at the same time. She liked the idea that two such huge, muscular warriors were
lying open to her, ready to allow her to do anything she wanted. It was
strangely hot to have them submit to her and it was clear that both men were
more than a little turned on as well. The hard ridge of flesh which she saw in
each set of sleep trousers attested to that.

“Well,
Rebecca?” Truth drawled, looking up at her from half-lowered lids. “What are
you going to do?”

“I…give
me a minute. I’m thinking.” Involuntarily, her eyes were drawn to the thick
outline of his cock…and then to his brother’s. Suddenly she had an idea of what
she wanted to do.

“Becca?”
Far asked as she scooted up to sit between them. “What are you going to—”

“Shh,”
Becca murmured, reaching down to caress the light twin’s hardness through his
silky sleep pants with one hand. With the other, she touched Truth’s muscular
arm lightly to be certain her touch was pleasurable and not painful—she didn’t
want either of them getting a shock because she was touching them separately.
Far moaned and jumped slightly but held still for the intimate caress.

Beside
him Truth watched with half-lidded eyes.

“Does
it feel good, Brother?” he growled softly. “Having our lady’s hand on you?
Feeling her stroke your shaft?”

“You
know that it does,” Far murmured. “I can feel you enjoying my pleasure through
our bond.”

“You
were right, you know,” Truth said. “The bond
does
double the pleasure.”

“And
what happens when I do this?” Becca asked, reaching for the dark twin’s shaft.

Truth
sucked in a breath and groaned softly as she captured his rigid cock through
the material of his sleep trousers.

“Gods,
your hand is so soft, Rebecca.”

“I’m
glad you’re enjoying it—both of you.” Still feeling powerful and in control,
Becca lifted her chin. “I want you to keep holding still, boys—I’m going to up
the game.”

Before
they could ask any questions, she slid down Far’s trousers, baring the thick
ridge of his cock. The light twin groaned as she captured his bare shaft in her
hand. She looked over at Truth.

“Can
you feel that too?”

“Gods,
yes!” His lean hips bucked up, his own cock straining against the fabric
covering it, just as though he was feeling Becca’s hand on his rigid shaft.

Becca
was intrigued. It occurred to her that their Twin bond hadn’t formed that long
ago and they were still exploring the limits of it—something they really
couldn’t adequately do without her. A little voice in her head was telling her
she ought to stop—that they were going too far—but she pushed it away. For once
she was tired of feeling guilty and wrong and scared. She just wanted to enjoy
her men and that was what she intended to do.

“I
want to try something,” she murmured, looking at them. “Truth, close your eyes
and promise not to look.”

“What
do you have in mind?” the dark twin growled.

“Just
close them,” Becca demanded imperiously.

Grumbling
a little, he obeyed.

“Good.
Now…” She leaned over Far, letting her long curls brush his pale skin until he
shivered with the sensation. With his long, wild blond hair spread over the
pillow and his black eyes half-lidded with lust she thought the light twin was
one of the most sensuous sights she’d ever seen.

Pushing
all guilt from her mind, she laid a light kiss on the broad, mushroom-shaped
head of his cock. Far bit back a moan…and so did Truth though she was only
touching his arm now.

“Did
you feel that, Truth?” she asked curiously. “No, don’t open your eyes—just tell
me.”

“I
felt something soft and hot and wet against the head of my cock,” he growled.
“Was that your mouth, Rebecca? Are you kissing Far’s shaft?”

“Feel
again and see for yourself,” Becca murmured. She kissed Far again, this time
enveloping the flaring crown of his cock in a deeper kiss. He had a warm, spicy
scent she recognized as half of the delicious warm smell the two of them always
seemed to make together. When she swirled her tongue around his head, he
groaned and his hips jerked involuntarily.

“Gods,
mi’now,”
he gasped hoarsely. “What are you doing?”

“Testing
your bond,” Becca murmured. She looked over at Truth who still had his eyes
tightly closed. “Can you feel it, Truth?”

“Felt
like a soft, hot tongue sliding over my cock,” he groaned. “Is that what you’re
doing to my brother, Rebecca? Tonguing him?”

“You
could say that.” Becca licked at Far again, lapping away a small droplet of
precum and rolling it over her tongue. It tasted delicious—salty and hot—but it
made her wonder what the two of them would taste like together. Suddenly she
had another idea.

“Truth,”
she murmured. “You keep asking me if I want to break our bond…or take it to the
next level.”

“Yes?
And?” he growled.

“Well,
I was just wondering…are
you
willing to take it there?” Becca asked. “I
mean, you were very against it before. The idea of merging your shaft with
Far’s really seemed to put you off.”

“I…”
Truth opened his eyes and looked at her uncertainly. “Some feelings die hard.
Though I know the contact between Far and myself would not be sexual, the idea
of touching my shaft to that of another male is still…foreign.”

“But
what if I was touching both of you at the same time?” Becca murmured. “What
about that?”

Far
raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you asking us to do,
mi’now?”

“Just
a little experiment,” Becca said innocently. A part of her realized that she
was going
way
out of bounds now—going far past anything she ought to do.
But somehow she didn’t care anymore. Being with her men—and being in control of
the situation—was intoxicating in the best way.