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  Becca gave a little moan but did as the light twin requested.

  Truth caught his breath at the beauty of her pussy. She had a tiny, neat thatch of black curls and below that, her outer cunt lips were swollen with need—so much that her pussy seemed to be opening to him, almost like a flower. Her interior was the same ripe, berry-brown color as her nipples. Truth even thought he could see the tiny bud of her clit peeking out from between her pussy lips.

  Such beauty should be worshiped, he caught himself thinking. Worshiped gently and tenderly and very, very thoroughly with both fingers and tongue. He had never had such impulses before as the Rai’ku forbade such things. But now, kneeling between Rebecca’s lovely spread thighs, they seemed perfectly right and natural…

  No, I can’t, he told himself fiercely. Not even in a dream or whatever this place is. I can’t go so far, no matter how I long to.

  Instead of his tongue, he used his hand. Reaching between her thighs, he cupped Becca gently, holding her warm, wet flower in his palm, loving the feel of her delicate, fragile beauty being entrusted to him.

  Becca had tensed when he first touched her. But as he simply sat there, cupping her, letting her get used to his touch, she seemed to relax. She let out a soft sigh and her body lost some of the tension Truth had felt thrumming through her. Finally, he felt her rest more fully against his palm.

  “You have good instincts, Brother,” Far murmured. “Our lady knows she can trust you—she knows she’s in safe hands.”

  “I would…never hurt her,” Truth said hoarsely. “I wish only to bring her pleasure.”

  “Then stroke her,” Far said quietly. “Spread her pussy lips and stroke her inner folds. Becca won’t mind, will you, mi’now?”

  Becca looked up, her eyes half-lidded—almost drowsy with pleasure.

  “It’s all right, Truth,” she whispered. “I…I don’t mind.”

  “As you wish,” Truth growled hoarsely. Spreading her swollen outer lips with his index and ring fingers, he stroked lightly along the sensitive inner folds. The sensation was indescribable—warm, wet, velvety—and her sweet, hot, utterly feminine scent which rose to him made his cock throb.

  Becca moaned and arched her back as he explored her gently but thoroughly, first stroking along the side of her hot little clit carefully, then circling the tiny bud with his finger, all the while wishing it was his tongue. Soon Becca was moaning continuously.

  “Oh,” she gasped, her hips twitching as he continued to stroke and explore her. “Oh, please…that feels so good.”

  “I’m glad,” Truth told her. He nearly groaned himself at the pleasure on her lovely face and the soft, helpless sounds she was making. “I want to bring you pleasure, Rebecca. I want to make you come.”

  “Oh…oh, Mother of God…oh, please.” Her hips bucked again and he had the sudden urge to thrust into her—not with his fingers but with his cock. He could just imagine how soft and wet and tight she would feel around his aching shaft. And she would be even tighter because Far would be taking her ass at the same time…

  No, he told himself fiercely. No, I shouldn’t be thinking this.

  “Well?” Far said softly, breaking into his guilty thoughts. “Is she wet, Brother?”

  “Very,” Truth answered hoarsely. “Her inner folds are slippery with her sweet honey.”

  “I’m sure she’s even wetter inside,” Far murmured. “Deep inside.” Leaning down, he kissed Becca again. “Mi’now, can Truth penetrate you? Will you let him put his fingers deep inside you and fingerfuck your sweet little pussy?”

  “Oh!” Becca gasped and then nodded. “Yes…yes, please,” she whispered. Far’s hot words seemed to be sending her into overdrive.

  Truth had to admit his twin was exceptionally good at talking dirty. Then again, it could be just that the whole situation felt deliciously forbidden. He’d never touched a female with another male looking on before. Never had another male direct his actions as he watched while Truth carried out his suggestions. It was altogether different…and altogether addictive.

  “Touch her,” Far said, as though reading his thoughts. “Slide your fingers deep into her wet little cunt and touch bottom, Brother. See if she would be deep enough to take us if we entered her together.”

  Truth frowned. “We will never do that,” he said shortly. “But…very well.”

  Sliding his fingers down her delicate, slippery folds, he at last located the entrance to Becca’s pussy. She was even wetter here, her secret inner passage dripping with her juices, making his mouth water again to taste her.

  Truth did his best to ignore the impulse. Instead, he slid two fingers gently inside her, pressing deep until he found the end of her channel. Gods, she was like velvet! So sweet and warm and wet and tight. She moaned and gave a low cry of pleasure when he pressed against the mouth of her womb. His cock surged and he did it again…and again…and again.

  Soon they had a regular rhythm going. Truth thrust into her, fucking deeply into her soft little cunt with two fingers while Becca cried out softly and arched to meet his thrusts. At the same time, Far was kissing her and twisting her nipples gently. Truth heard him murmuring that she was beautiful, so beautiful to open herself like this. To let Truth fuck her sweet pussy with his fingers.

  “Are you close, Becca?” he murmured, plucking both nipples at once between his fingers. “Are you going to come for us? Come with Truth’s fingers deep inside you?”

  “I…I think so.” Becca moaned and arched her back. “Oh, please…I need…I need…”

  “She needs to have her clit stroked.” Far looked at Truth. “Would you mind, Brother? Could you let me caress our lady’s clit while you penetrate her pussy?”

  Again, Truth knew what he was doing—this was the most intimate sharing they’d done so far. He knew it was wrong and yet…it felt so right he couldn’t help himself. And he couldn’t deny that he wanted to watch his brother, to see Far’s hand stroking the delicate, ripe bud of Becca’s clit.

  “Yes,” he muttered, still fucking her with his fingers. “But get on with it—I think she’s close.”

  “Thank you,” Far said softly. Reaching down with one hand, he stroked over Becca’s trembling belly and slid two long fingers into her wet folds.

  Truth watched, mesmerized, as his brother opened the woman he loved and caressed the tender bud of her clit. He watched her reaction—the way her back arched—the soft, breathless moans of pleasure as her orgasm built inside her until she was right on the edge. And somehow he knew, she was about to come.

  “Come for me, Rebecca,” he muttered, still pressing deep inside her. “Come for both of us.”

  “That’s right, mi’ now,” Far murmured. “Come while I stroke your clit and Truth fucks your hot little cunt with his fingers. Come…now.”

  Becca cried out, her hips bucking wildly and Truth couldn't help thinking it was a good thing there were two of them to hold on to her or she might have bucked her way right off the bed.

  As it was they were able to stay with her and ride out her orgasm. Truth cursed softly and with feeling when he felt the inner muscles of her tight sheath contract, pulling against him as though she was trying to get more of him inside her. She would try to draw my cock in deeper just like this if we were making love, he couldn’t help thinking. If we were bonding.

  For a brief moment he had a mental image of him and his brother fused together, entering Rebecca as one, making her theirs forever. No! He pushed it quickly away. Better to just enjoy this moment and not wish for anything more.

  Truth stayed with Becca until the very end, as did Far. Only when she was finally still and panting between them did they both withdraw, as if by mutual consent.

  Truth slid his two fingers smoothly from her tight sheath with a feeling of regret. Gods, she was so beautiful! When would he get to see her like this again—naked and unashamed and fucking gorgeous?

  As he withdrew his fingers, he couldn’t help noticing that they were shiny wit