Page 25 of CurVy Forever

I can vaguely see the cage in the corner and know she is wrapped with Tyler within the bars. Together in the cage. He texted me. He tells me everything. I would have found him even if he hadn’t. I can feel my brother. I should have known he would find comfort in the cage, too. In the perceived sanctuary it creates.

I hover over them, entwined, facing one another with their legs tangled. They look like something from a Hallmark movie had the cage not been their choice of housing.

Tyler’s eyes flash open.

My twin senses me.

“Donnie?” he asks, squinting through the dark, straining to see what I can only imagine is a silhouette.

I lift my finger to my lips. “Shhhh. Kiss our girl.”

I sense his relief at my presence.

He feeds his hands through her long, blonde tendrils. I follow his fingers, imagining how soft her hair feels. And when he takes her sleepy mouth in a soft, sensual way, I almost feel the wet, supple pressure of her lips on mine.

Tyler gently rouses her with his affection, with the gentle coaxing of his hands and mouth.

I kneel at the side of the cage, behind her and facing my brother. Rubbing my cock through my jeans, I take my time, watching them make out.

Shadows wave across them.

Tyler pulls her silky dress up to her waist, exposing pink knickers that are already bunched in the seam of her arse.

His hands roam her bare flesh before travelling between their bodies, and— She whimpers to a state of awareness but doesn’t open her eyes, blindly accepting his tongue in her mouth and his fingers on her warm clit.

They look comfortable.

Dare I say, in love.

When did this happen?

Jealousy finds a hollow in me and festers there. Were he not my brother, my twin, my soulmate, I would murder him for touching her. If she wasn’t the leading girl in my dreams, I would hate her for loving him. If my last breath wasn’t saved for each of their names, I’d be raging through envy… I am, and I am not. They are both mine.

She rolls against him, moving with him. She reaches down his sleep pants and pulls his cock out the top, her hand barely wrapping around the thick shaft. I can’t see details, but I can make out most of what they are doing.

She has no idea I am here.

Stroking my cock and watching her enjoy my brother.

I wait until they are both panting, until they are both writhing together. Until her moans become whimpers while he works her clit to a throbbing peak. Until his groans become guttural grunts as she tugs his cock to the end, his cum jetting to her stomach, marking her.

He comes easily now.

He is relaxed with her.

No Martha.

She quietens the trauma.

I’m so fucking turned on; I can’t wait any longer. I move to the end of the large cage, unbutton my jeans, and push them to bunch at my knees. I want to fuck her through the bars. Like she’s a feral little thing I can’t release.

I reach through the bars, grab her thick arse, and pull her to her knees.

She yelps in panic. “Help.”

Tyler flips to sit in front of her and blocks her from moving away. He grabs her before she can crawl from the intrusive hands pawing at her in the dark.

I grip her hips and drag her arse to mesh with the bars, presenting myself with a wet throbbing pussy to sink inside of.

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