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“So how do you wish to do this?” Truth asked, raising an
eyebrow at her.

“Well I guess we should—wait!” Becca bit her lip. “Crap. I just
thought of something.”

“What is it, Becca?” Far asked.

“Well, if we’re going to do this, all together I mean, then I’m
going to need a little, um, help.” She cleared her throat. “And it’s been a
long time since I had the bonding fruit juice back when we thought we were in
the Mindscape.”

“No problem. Truth?” Far motioned to his brother who
disappeared for a moment and came back holding a familiar blue bottle with a
flower shaped stopper.

“Here it is,” he said, thrusting it at Becca. “I wanted to
throw it away but Far insisted we keep it.”

“And it looks like my optimism paid off.” Far smiled at her.
“Would you like a glass?”

“No, I can drink it from the bottle. It’s not like anyone else
is having any.” Becca removed the stopper and the familiar sweet aroma of
bonding fruit wafted out. Damn, it really did smell amazing—it was no wonder
that Kat had told her she’d overdosed on it the first time she encountered it.

The bottle was still over halfway full and Becca looked at it
doubtfully, wondering how much to drink. She took a dainty sip and let the
delicious juice which had notes of fresh peaches and buttered popcorn, among
other things, swirl across her tongue.

“Will that be enough?” Far asked doubtfully. “Don’t forget,
Becca, when our shafts are fused together the diameter will be quite large.”

Remembering how long and thick both of her men were, Becca
nodded.

“You’re right. Better to be prepared.” Lifting the bottle
again, she took a much larger swallow and then another for good measure.

“Be careful!” Far protested. “I didn't mean for you to drink
that
much. The juice is pretty potent,
isn’t it?”

“That’s what Kat said.” Becca nodded and took another swig as
the familiar warm tingling swept through her body.

“Enough!” Truth snatched the bottle from her hands. “What are
you trying to do to yourself, Rebecca? Drink enough to make you not care who
you’re bonding with?”

“Maybe I just want to drink enough so I don’t care that I’m
bonding with a man who hates me,” she shot back.

“I do not
hate
you,”
Truth said stiffly, putting the stopper back in the bottle and placing it on
the nightstand. “I just…don’t understand you.”

“I do,” Far said softly. “I think what Becca is trying to show
us is that she’s committed to this act. The amount of bonding fruit juice she
just drank ensures that there’s no backing out. She
will
need us to bond
her and breed her as one in order to overcome the effects.”

Becca felt her whole body flushing with a combination of
embarrassment and desire. Why could Far always read her so easily?

“You’re right,” she said. “Right as always, Far. How do you
know me so well?”

A little smile played at the corners of his mouth. “The two of
you mocked me for doing research on your backgrounds and customs but sometimes
it pays to be studious.”

Becca smiled back and took a deep breath.

“All right, so…I guess we should be getting out of our
clothes?”

“I assume so.” Truth nodded and they both began to undress.

“Wait…” Far stopped them with a raised hand.

“What?” Becca asked. “You don’t uh, want us naked?”

“Of course I want you naked,
mi’now,”
he murmured. “But
I want to be the one to make you that way. Or rather, Truth and I both. Will
you allow us to undress you?”

“I…suppose,” Becca stopped tugging at her blouse—which happened
to be a red silk one with tiny pearl buttons down the center, and sat back on
the bed. “Well…go ahead,” she murmured, turning to the light twin.

But Far shook his head. “Go to Truth first. Let me watch him
touch you while I gather my strength.”

Becca turned hesitantly towards the dark twin and saw the same
uncertainty on his face that she felt on hers. Though they had agreed to do
this, she and Truth still weren’t exactly on happy terms. She could feel his
lingering anger through their bond and she knew he hadn’t forgiven her for
leaving just when things had gotten hard with Far.

She wished that she could explain the weird vision she’d had
that had driven her away from them, but she was afraid it would sound like she
was lying—just making something up as an excuse. Worse, she might sound crazy.
And she didn’t want her men thinking that of her, so she kept her reasons for
leaving to herself.

“Becca?” Far asked and she realized that she and Truth were
just staring at each other, doing nothing.

“I…don’t know about this,” she said. “No matter what he says,
Truth is still upset with me—I can feel it.”

“I can feel it too,” Far said quietly. “And you’re upset as
well, Becca. There needs to be healing between the two of you before anything
else can happen.”

“And how do you expect to achieve this healing?” Truth snarled.

“Slowly and patiently. Just do as I say,” Far directed.

The dark twin looked like he wanted to protest but in the end
he nodded.

“All right. We will be guided by you.”

“Becca?” Far looked at her questioningly.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I will too.”

“Good. Then go over to Truth.”

Truth was standing by the side of the bed now, wearing his
black flight trousers and his emerald green Kindred uniform shirt, half
unbuttoned. Becca knee-walked over to him and came to a stop at the edge of the
mattress, looking up at him. She could see emotions rolling through his pale gray
eyes like storm clouds—anger, hurt, uncertainty…would he ever be able to
forgive her?

“Now,” Far said. “Look into her eyes, Brother. And tell our
lady how beautiful she is and how much you’ve missed her.”

“I…” Truth took a deep breath. “Far is right,” he said stiffly.
“I
have
missed you, Rebecca. More…more than I can say.”

Becca felt her heart swelling with love.

“I missed you too, baby,” she murmured. Hesitantly, she reached
up to cup his cheek. It was rough under her palm and she loved the scratchy feel
against her fingers.

“You are surpassingly lovely.” Truth’s voice was hoarse and she
could feel his longing and sincerity coming through their partial bond. “Just
being near you makes me think of the last time all three of us were
together—really together.”

“When we located the cache, you mean?” Becca could feel her
cheeks getting hot as she remembered what the three of them had done but she
kept eye contact anyway.

“Yes. When you touched us and tasted us. And you were wearing
that little white fur garment…” Truth’s eyes flashed. “Do you still have it? I
would love to see you in it again.”

Becca’s breath caught in her throat. “Not with me, I’m afraid.
Right now I’m just wearing plain old lace—nothing special.”

Truth caressed her collar bone with one finger, coming to rest
on the top button of her blouse.

“May I see?”

Becca’s heart thundered in her ears but she turned to look at
Far who nodded.

“Yes, Brother—take off our lady’s blouse.”

“Very well…” Truth spent a moment unbuttoning the tiny pearl
buttons before he spread her red silk blouse wide and gave a low, hoarse
exclamation. “Thought you said you weren’t wearing anything special,” he
muttered, his eyes glued to her chest. “This certainly looks special to me.”

“It’s just a lace bra and panty set,” Becca protested rather
breathlessly. In fact, it was one of her nicer sets, a creamy white one that
set off her mocha skin tones beautifully. The bra’s cups were unlined lace and
the dark points of her nipples were clearly visible through the wispy material.

“Turn and show my brother,” Truth directed. He turned Becca so
that her back was to him and she was facing Far. Suddenly two large hands were
pulling her red blouse all the way off, baring her lace-covered breasts
completely.

“What…what are you doing?” she asked uncertainly.

“Showing you off,” Truth growled. “Look, Brother,” he murmured
as he reached around in front of her and cupped her breasts. His long fingers
teased the sensitive peaks of her nipples through the delicate lace, making
Becca shiver and moan.

“I see,” Far murmured, his black eyes half-lidded with lust.
“How could I not? Our lady is beautiful.” He gave Becca a slow smile. “But she
would be even more beautiful if her breasts were bare.”

“Like this, you mean?” Truth was already unsnapping her front-hook
bra and peeling it back to reveal her full breasts and achingly hard nipples.

“Oh…” she whispered as he went back to teasing her, circling
her tight buds slowly and pinching them every so often to make her gasp.

“Gods you have gorgeous tits, Rebecca,” he murmured in her ear.
“I love the feel of them in my hand—so full and ripe.”

“I wonder what else our lady is concealing beneath her outer
clothes,” Far said. “Tell me, Brother, do her panties match that lovely little
bra?”

“I don’t know.” Truth was already sliding one hand down to the
hem of her black skirt and inching it up. “Why don’t we find out?”

“Oh, but I…” The protest died on her lips as he pulled her
skirt all the way up, revealing the little triangle of unlined lace which
barely covered her pussy.

“Well, look at that,” Far murmured. “They
do
match. And
they’re even more see-through.”

“Possibly because her cunt honey is making them transparent,”
Truth drawled.

Looking down, Becca saw to her mingled shame and pleasure that
he was right. Her pussy was already wet and her juices were soaking right
through the thin lace of her panties. She had the urge to close her legs but
when she tried to, Far shook his head.

“No, Becca, let us see you,” the light twin ordered. “Let Truth
put your sweet little pussy on display.”

“A-all right,” Becca whispered, feeling vulnerable and hot at
the same time.

“Look at this…” Truth ran one fingertip up the cleft between
her pussy lips, tracing her sensitive slit through the lace. “Soaked through,”
he murmured, tracing her again. “I love how your pussy gets so wet and hot for
us, Rebecca.”

“I…I can’t help it,” Becca moaned softly. “I…when you touch me
that way…”

Far was still watching appreciatively.

“I think our lady Becca may be what our brethren the Blood Kindred
call a
numalla—
a female who makes a lot of pussy honey.”

“She’s certainly wet enough to be one,” Truth growled, tracing
her cleft once more and making Becca moan when his fingertip bumped over her
clit. “So sweet and hot and wet and I haven’t even touched her bare pussy yet.”

“Take off her skirt,” Far said. “It will be easier to touch her
without it in the way.”

“As you wish.” Her skirt was already coming off and as Becca
slipped out of it, she realized that only a tiny scrap of delicate lace kept her
from everything they wanted to do to her…everything she wanted to
let
them
do. Once she lost her panties she could be completely bare…completely open to
whatever Far and Truth dreamed up.

“So beautiful,” Far murmured, his eyes roving over her body.
“So desirable…”

“Speaking of which, what do you desire to see me do now,
Brother? Should I remove her panties?” Truth growled softly. “Or do you want to
watch as I tease her clit through them?”

He suited actions to words, tracing her slit again and
lingering on the swollen bud of her clit.

“Oh!” Becca’s hips bucked involuntarily at his intimate caress.

“That’s lovely, Brother, but I want her naked,” Far said, his
voice thick with lust. “And keep her in this same position so I can see. When
she’s bare, I want to watch you spread her pussy lips open and finger her soft
little cunt again. This time with no panties in the way.”

Becca caught her breath at his hot, dirty words. She was
tingling all over now, her nipples hard little points at the end of her breasts
and her pussy throbbing with need. Part of it was the effects of the bonding
fruit juice, she knew. But part of it was being with her men—the way Truth
touched her and the way Far looked at her was making her incredibly hot.

“Come, Rebecca,” let’s get you out of those panties,” Truth
murmured in her ear. He was already teasing them down her hips, slowly baring
her pussy to his brother’s eagerly watching eyes.

Becca blushed but made no protest as he slipped her panties
off, taking his time about it as though he enjoyed the process of undressing
her almost as much as the end product.

When she was completely bare, Truth positioned her so that he
was at her back once more. Becca was still on her knees but she found that the
posture was beginning to be uncomfortable. The dark twin seemed to sense this
because he urged her back until she was resting against him, her back and head
pillowed against his broad chest.

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