“Then you know we only share with each other” Owen asked, licking the rim of my ear. It had me moving closer to Van, but that wasn’t wise either.
    “We share everything” His hot breath further wetting my panties, which I’m pretty sure I could ring out. Clearing my throat I grabbed my glass. Sipping slowly as to not give away they were having an effect on me. Their killer attacks continued, when roaming hands started in on my thighs. It effectively made me chock on my wine.

    “Riae” Removing their hands, rubbing circles on my back. Grabbing my napkin wiping my mouth, I shook my head. Sighing when my throat finally didn’t feel clogged with red wine.
    “Riae?” A very familiar voice called. Looking up, to see Craig, with his girlfriend.
    “Craig?” Smiling when he smiles at me, only to see the twin turning it into a scowl.
    “Excuse me love, Riae can I speak with you….in private” Growling out the last part. Sighing I look from Van to Owen, when I just decide to dip under the table. Brushing myself off, when Craig grabs my arm, pulling me to the far end out of sight.
    “Ouch, what’s wrong with you?” Yanking my arm away.
    “What do you think your doing?” Hissing the words.
    “I’m having dinner, why?”
    “With the Cunning brothers?” Growling out their last name.
    “Yes, why?”

    “Do you know nothing about their history with woman?” Looking over his shoulder, before looking back at me.
    “No, its not my problem”
    “Riae their womanizers, they’ll use you and spit you out.”
    “Craig I’m not sleeping with them. I’m their trainer” His face goes blank.
    “What?”

    “I train them, this is a business meeting”
    “Didn’t look like it to me.” Rolling his big blue eyes.
    “Well I can handle myself. Stop treating me like some kind of child.”
    “Then stop being a floozy, you look like a dog in heat” Looking me up and down, he turned to see if anyone was looking at me. The pain in my chest tightened, as I looked at my outfit. I really thought I’d done a good job of looking respectable, I wasn’t out to get any.
    “You really think I look like a floozy in this?” Chocking out the words. My eyes pricked at the thought of my own brother, thinking I was a tramp. His big blues started to search my face, as I chewed my lip.

    “I..aw” Rubbing the back of his neck, lowering my head I walked out of the restaurant. Passing the waiter, I asked him to let the twin know I was leaving. He gave me a pained look before nodding. Holding my tears in as help my head up, walking past the door man. Running my hand to many times threw my hair, messing it up. The smell of the ocean only a little ways away, I headed for it. Passing one house after another, my body shivered in the ocean breeze. Stopping cause walking in heels for to long, kills me. Holding the straps in my fingers, I continued.
   


~Twins~

The sight of her dancing in the gym, aroused the both to no end. On top of her getting caught red handed, by her father just added to her reddening cheeks. The tight line green tank pulling over large breast, that were a few minutes ago bouncing around. The apple ass shaking to the beat, making the growing twins thicker.

    The eight mile run was interesting, even more so with her little show. They had thought of stepping up and helping, but clearly she didn’t need it. Her father taught we well, but that didn’t mean she could fight in a ring. She wanted them to do yoga, a woman’s thing. Not into bending over backwards and doing all kinds of meaningless stretches, they backed out. Further pissing her off to the point, she snapped.

    “I’m done” Walking away from the. Looking to one another, they were confused. Was she done for the day with them, or forever. Following after her, she was talking with an older man. Then the two walked off, as she helped him with the weights and machines. Coming back a little later getting a water for him. The next man had a small child, which didn’t sit well with the twins. It was bad enough woman worked here. Now your adding children, though it bothered them. They did like watching Riae bending her body, showing the young girl how to do all kinds of posses.

    Licking their lips as she did the famous downward dog, how that position could come in handy. The grandfather returned and they began his training. His kick sent the pad flying to the floor, as she grabbed her shoulder. Owen frowned, it was a reminder he hit her. Van holding him to his seat, while shaking his head. She smiled it off, and they began again. But not before the twins heard something they never heard before.
    “Yes Pride can always be fixed” Patting the young girl on the head.

    Talking with the two, she made it clear she would get them a spot with her father. Getting ready to leave, Van jumped to his feet. She knew they didn’t want her, not in the training sense. Though they doubted she knew they wanted her period. A fight broke out, and she was the first one to break it up. Her quick thinking got the two, morons to pull apart long enough for her to shout.

    Glaring and not letting them off the hook, making them clean up her mess, before walking away. Their bowing heads, as she seemed to tame lions. With the deadliest eyes, she called for them to enter her office. She made a note to tell them not to pull anything, and it was cute. But that doesn’t mean it would stop them. They did always get what they wanted. A few choice words, before she left them. The longer they talked with her, the more they wanted to know her better. She was strong minded, and full of life. And unlike other woman, she didn’t bend as quickly to their words. But they could fix that, just needing a little more time to break the vixen.

    Being pleasantly surprised when she was their tattoo artist, Owen taking the needle first. Her soft finger playing with his tattoo, made him eager with excitement. Did she not no what she was doing to him, the way her hair fell in her face. The way her eyes flicked over his tattoo, he wanted to know if she liked it. It that kind of art turned her on, or was she into something else. He tried to check out her art, but it was all different kinds.

    She did however have a nice looking peacock on her right arm. The vivid colors, giving him something other then her rising chest to focus on. Tight jeans hugged legs that were pushed to the side of the chair, giving her room to lean into him. When her chest brushed his arm, it sent a spark of fire. Adjusting her seat, as she dipped the needles into a darker blue. The attention to detail she was giving his arm, was impressive.

    He’d almost wished she’d mess up, just so he could have her time longer. Keeping very still, as he felt her soft strokes. Cleaning him up she smiled, before making him sit a different way. Going over with a little white and adding the last touches. Finally she cleared all the left over ink, before moving out of his way. Checking it out, it was stunning. She had somehow gotten it to look a thousand times better.

    Though he would never tell her this, but she was now his new tattoo artist of choice. Adding the gel before wrapping his shoulder, her body leaning into his. The smell of his hair as she made sure to get the under part of the tattoo. Giving him a breath taking smile before patting the chair for his brother. Van sat down stripping out of his shirt. Van gave her some attitude when she shot him down, he’s not use to getting treated like that. Without fussing over his blatant disrespect, she adds more colors to the tray. Those dark greens looking all over his arm.

    As if she’s trying to recreate some age old art work, the movements she makes is steady. Adding color slowly into the one colorless flower on his shoulder blade. Taking longer then Owens, checking and rechecking. Making sure she gets everything right, swiping her rag over him, time and time again. Holding still Vans done this before, and the pain isn’t something he cares about. Finally she clears the left over ink, smiling at him to look. He snaps his head to me, when he sees she’s matched everything perfectly.

    Owen knows his brothers looks, and van to him. They two have been inseparable since birth. Only sharing with one another, never letting any other child have a toy that belonged to them. Their parents had found it funny, that the boys never fought. But fought with anyone who dared bother them. As they got older, their sharing never dissipated. Sharing anything from cars, their house and even woman. The woman proved to be the hardest, where Van liked them sweet and shy, Owen wanted tough and fiery.

They had thought when asking her to dinner, she would of refused. But the vixen agreed to go, and for once the brothers were interested in find out all that they could. Heading back to their house, cleaning up they couldn’t stop themselves from looking in the mirror. She really had done a good job on the tattoos, looking at one another’s before entering the shower. Dressed and ready to go, they smirked at the bright red car. She’d be forced to sit with them, unless she liked the ting trunk better.

    Parking at her place, knocking on her door. They had figured she’d wear some jeans and a blouse. Maybe boots, with some makeup. What they didn’t expect was a heel wearing long straight skirt and a low cut blouse, with no sleeves showing off her own tattoos. Holding their groans in, as she looked good enough to skip dinner, just diving right in for dessert. Taking her hand pulling her out, Owen wanted to get in the car before he did something naughty to her. Closing her door, she complained about needing her wallet, as if they were really going to ask her out and make her pay.

    Facing the car she did what they thought she’d do. Looking at it as if they were crazy, Van chuckled grabbing her. Clipping her into the seat, she tried so hard to keep her distance. But to no veil as Van pulled her to him. Her light moan at the look of the car, had the two grinning. Striking up a conversation about cars, they finally found out she owned a custom green 46 ford. A very sleek car, known for the time when gangsters where more known.   

Van can’t hold back any longer, not the Owen can blame him. Her skirt is doing things to his inner man, that he can’t get a hold of. Watching as his brother glides his finger up her skirt, before reaching the hem. Pulling it upwards, she moans making their blood turn to fire. Owen isn’t going to be able to drive this car straight, if he doesn’t get her under control.

    “Brother you have keep her quiet” Growling while looking her face over.
    “My pleasure” He chimes turning her sideways, pushing the seat belt to the door. Pushing his lips to hers, part of Owen becomes jealous wanting to taste her as well. Van to busy to care, ask for entrance but she denies him. Frustrated he opts to punish her, nipping her lip the same time as he squeezes her ass. The raspy moan gasp, giving him the opening he wants. But no sooner does his brother growl in irritation. Chuckling cause he’d feel the same way, if he was in his shoes.

Owen helps her out of the car, watching as she fixes her skirt. Trying so hard to look like a lady, but she really has nothing to be ashamed of. After all she’s doing way better then any other would of done. Hell they were surprised they even made it to the restaurant. The door man smiles at her, making the twin aggressive. Blocking her from the view of others, as they walk into the back area. Known as their table, they have her sit in between them. Giving both ample opportunity to glide fingers over silky smooth legs.