“Hey” Glaring at one another.
    “Give us this” Grinning like perfect children.
    “Fine” Huffing, they did do a good job. Walking into subway, I let them order whatever they want, getting myself a sub as well. Taking the grinders, I shake the bags. Chasing after me while I run down the street.
    “Are you really making us chase are lunch?” Van whines.
    “haha Come on I thought we could eat at the park.” Tossing them their lunches. Grabbing half they eat it on the way.


~Twins~

Again they were in her little apartment, decked out in simple style colors and pieces. She wasn’t the typical woman, with lace and frilly items all over the place. Though she did have some bright colors, but they seemed fitting with her tattoo styles.

    “Make yourselves comfortable, I need to change.” Thoughts of her naked body only a few feet away, are chopping down the angry they once had. Watching as she glides down the hallway, into the last room. Turning to each other fox like smiles play a large roll, they’ll have themselves some Riae tonight. Silent like predators, thy push her door open. The tanned skin the blesses their dark souls, stops of any thoughts of moving. Without even knowing she’s got an audience, the clothes drop sexually to the floor. Starting with that blouse, showing just where all that lace and frilly stuff goes.

    No wonder they couldn’t find any around her place, she’s got it tucked close to her body. Its just not a simple solid color, cause that wouldn’t suit the vixen, no she’s got a neon blue with a bright yellow trim. A small zipped is slowly heading down south, when her thumbs slip between it and her self. The shifting of her hips as she orders the black fabric to come off. Those long curls, and legs that just keep on going. Matching thong strapped tightly to the hips, disappearing between two full cheeks.

    Van elbows Owen, and sends him a wild grin, before firing out a wolf whistle. Turning around immediately, its to much for them watching as she tries to cover perfection.
    “What the hell. Get out” Pointing at the door, but not really backing it up with her words. As if they just won the lottery, stepping forward to claim their winnings.

    “Aw you didn’t really think you telling us you needed to change, didn’t sound like an invite do you?” Caging her once again, they like containing her. It brings out the darker side of themselves, and she seems to make it stronger then anything else. Trying her best to say she was just being polite, the twins aren’t buying it. If she really didn’t want them to see her, she would of surly locked her door. Not that it would of stopped them.

    They try hard to contain their explosive behavior, not wanting to frighten her. Its been a rough enough night, and honestly they just want to make her feel beautiful. Pushing the idea that even her family will stoop so long as to call her a floozy, the woman who has resisted the Cunning brothers. No one has passed their offers down, and they do mean no one. Being that the twins have more then one thing going for them, being rich and built like gods seems to be enough. Add in the fact that their twins and bad boys, woman’s panties are tossed their way on a daily basis.    

    But the Butler daughter isn’t playing along, she prefers her own rules to the twins. Growing tired of waiting, they set their sights on making her theirs…tonight. Hot saliva filled kisses, blow all over her top half. As their hands works her lower half, getting cocky as she moans to them. Loving those sounds asking for another, its as though they shot their own foot. Stepping away from them, pulling on her clothes before smiling walking out of the room. Fixing themselves as she affectively teased them yet again, before walking away. Van glares at his brother, as if he did something wrong, only to get the same look from Owen.

    Damn this woman she’s pinning them against themselves. Sauntering out into the kitchen, where she is still grinning. The Cunning brothers, never force they were raised better then that. And they know their mother would kill them, If a sexual lawsuit was pressed against the two. But no ones ever refused them, this being the second time, she’s just simply walked away. Like spoiled children who haven’t gotten what they’ve craved for, the resort to grumbling on her table.

    Chuckling at their sheer discomfort, she starts cooking something. Scolding them to stop pouting, they snort…wouldn’t have to had she just given them what they wanted. Dropping two beers, they reluctantly open them. Sipping casually as she grabs two bowls filling them, with the mouthwatering aroma. Handing their dinner, eyeing it causally before taking the first bite. Taste of perfection, as the flavors mixed in harmony.

    Watching as she steps over us, dropping that peach ass down. Swaying her hips, while looking in the fridge. Groans slip loose, as she looks over at us, giggling at our pain. Coming back with a wine cooler, pressing the long neck bottle to perky lips. Licking our lips as the clear liquid rolls back and forth, before slipping down her throat. Eating more, she hums in enjoyment at the fighter on the tv. Growling as her comment of loving to tattoo his body, becomes more of a sexually fantasy.

    Van glaring at the tv along with Owen, huffing at the lack of manhood the fighter has. Laughing as she fucks with us more, if were jealous. As if the Cunning twins get jealous over someone like that, though she’s proving to make that side come out. Taking the bowls washing them out, giggling as though she doesn’t believe a word were saying. Owen pushing himself close to her, ready to show her just how possessive he can get. Patting their cheeks, a knock at her door has them all glaring at it. Who would be here at this hour.

    Craig no less, is the one bugging her at late hours. Ready to show that low life how much he hates him, Owen starts for the door. But the slender fingers of Riae, along with a heartfelt plea gets him to stop. If she can get rid of him, he’ll stay silent. Flopping down on her couch, they listen to her and the dick threw the door. The twins don’t think she’s giving it to him hard enough, she should be screaming and throwing a tantrum. But the smart lil woman keeps her cool, and uses her words to over power the larger sibling.

    As they leave her house, not wanting to let her sleep in a cold bed. The sweet words of she’ll see them tomorrow, bringing them a little pleasure. Driving home Van driving, Owen is all but pleased with the way things went tonight.
    “Well have her” Van chimes as he shifts the car.
    “Its not looking that way” Replies Owen, as a ragged breath comes out. The car falls silent as the engine is really the only noise.
    “It will be better this way” Trying to make his brother feel a little better. Chuckling as their eyes lock, laughing as the car shifts into another gear.
    “She is mouthwatering” Smacking his lips together, as he can feel his member recalling her lush body.

    “Are you referring to her bedroom body?” Van asks, clearly knowing what Owen is thinking about.
    “ummm” Biting his lower lip.
    “Careful brother, we don’t need to be getting you an early dessert.” Snickering.
    “Wouldn’t want it anyways” Scoffing while his arms cover his pack.
    “I am pleased about something else though” Van chirps pulling down their driveway.
    “Umm what’s that?” Turning to see what he’s talking about now.
    “She’s a hell of a cook” Licking his lips. Deeping laughter fills the car, as they pile out.
    “Yea, seems like she comes with extras” In a joking manor, as if she were a car they could add features.

    “Remember that last chick you picked up? She almost burned the kitchen down” Laughing at Owen, he’s still not forgotten that. The red head was a decent lay, but she sucked in the kitchen. Nearly taking down all that they worked for, never again had he allowed a female to cook in their kitchen. Pulling the heavy wooden door open, they walk into the kitchen of their five bedroom house. With three bathrooms, and a large wreck room, a living room and den. The Cunnings have done good for themselves, winning enough fights to buy some nice things. Investing most of their winnings, letting it grow. Father Cunning is a businessman, and taught the twins the value of investing. While their mother was a homemaker, along with teaching the boys everything there is to know about how to treat a lady.

    Having sexually open parents, means you learn how to give and get more out of your sexual partners. Their mother had stressed that if they wanted woman falling at their feet, they needed to give the girl something to talk about. Kicking shoes into the living room, they head yup the white carpeted stairs. Owen pushing a little harder on their bedroom door. Van frowns knowing all to well his brother is thinking about it more.

    “Chill” Pulling off his shirt, tossing it to the corner. Their room a taste of a whole new style. A custom made bed, big enough to comfortable sleep four. Black rod iron back and front board, with bars over the top. Making the bed look like a cage, black sheets and comforter just add to the dark setting. Black out curtains with a white carpet. Master bath following the dark setting, with black oversized towels. A shower with multiple head, slate tiles repel water. His and her sink, with black marble counters housing all their manly items. A loud groan from Owen as he flings his shirt and pants to the same corner.

“Fuck” Running his fingers threw his hair.
    “Come on, lets just sleep.” Pulling the covers off his side of the bed, wrapping his arms around the pillow as Owen does the same.
    “She should be here” Looking at the empty spot between them. A kind smile as Van silently agrees, before turning off his light. The pitch black room doesn’t bring any relief. Only providing an easy setting for seeing her, those tattoos, lips, eyes and that smile. Rolling over they try their best to sleep, without the one thing they both desire.

    Walking up its still dark out, the groaning as they push themselves out of the warm bed. Thinking of seeing her is their only drive, thinking of what she’ll be wearing. How her hair will be places, will she wear makeup, maybe be dancing again. Grabbing shorts, the twins grab their coffee from the already sit maker. Tossing on large hoodies before leaving for the gym. The lights are on, meaning she’s already there. Just how early does she get up?
    Pushing the door open, they spot her in her office. Looking like a boss and sipping her coffee. Running up the stairs, her body more available to their feasting eyes.
    “Good Morning” Smiling beautifully, not looking at them. However their still not pleased with how the night went.

    “Here you go” Handing them a sheet of paper. Frowning they take the sheet, looking it over. Both their names with the number of times they need to do on certain machines.
    “What’s this?” Hoping to god its not what they think it is. Didn’t they already talk about how, they hate doing the same mindless thing over and over again. She confirms their fears and adds in the address.

“Where are you going to be?” As she sits up ready to leave.
    “I’ll be waiting for you at that address” Grinning like she’s done something evil. The next words out of Van almost sound like a begging child for his mother, and she doesn’t hesitate to nip it in the butt.
    “Your big boys, I think you can handle a few reps and warm ups by yourselves. You didn’t really want me to hold your hands….did you?” Her long dark lashes fluttering like a dangerous butterfly. Owen doesn’t like this, its like she’s avoiding them now.

A few more words as she lets them know, this is only have of their work out. Bounding down the stairs, she calls back up telling them she’s timing them. The door closes as she figure rounds the corner, heading down the stairs they start what she’s asked them to do.
    “This is bullshit” Growling as he pushes the 100lb leg weights.

    “Will talk about it later” Clearly not pleased either, as he brings the thick black pats to his chest. With everything checked off, they head outside. The gym as already filled, and the female clerk smiles sweetly at them. Passing the basketball court, they head the opposite direction. Stopping a few feet away from what looks like a junk yard, looking at one another.