Page 23 of Triplet Tease

Despite their different styles, they lookedvery alike, and they had similar mannerisms and ways of speaking. Isuppose it was the well brought up version of the New York accent. Ihad nothing to worry about. As it turned out, Eton’s brother wasequally as charming and handsome.

But handsome wasn’t a strong enough word todescribe either of them.

Mouthwateringly sexy, more like. There was anatmosphere that you could practically taste when they were near.Silent strength and potent, powerful masculinity flavored the air.Standing next to the two of them made my panties extremely damp.

Finn exuded an air of calm, cocky confidence. Icould imagine him stepping in to take charge in any situation. Myfilthy mind immediately pictured the brothers naked and squeezing mein between them.

Many people milled about by the entrance, andwe held back to let the crowd go through.

“Finn, you’ve been in already, what shouldwe expect?” I asked in order to make conversation and stop him fromfeeling like the third wheel hanging out with a couple on a date.

“It’s packed with art by local people withall levels of ability, but I didn’t look around. We just talked toSimon, Cedric, and a few other artists.”

“Did you see any of their photographs?”Eton asked.

“Oh, yes. Did you? I’m curious to find outwhat they’ve got to show.”

“Um… yes,” Finn replied hesitantly.“There’s a corner dedicated to nudes. Their work is there.”Finn looked away as he answered, and I wondered if it was some veryrisqué photographs or just not what he’d expected.

“It’s okay, bro. Siena has alreadyenlightened me about the Bretton brothers’ art. They’recelebrities around here,” Eton chuckled.

“I’m not surprised. What I saw was good. Istared at a black-and-white photo for ages, unsure what I was lookingat, and then some stranger came up beside me and told me it wasCedric’s dick.” He chuckled. “That was particularly weird asCedric stood only twenty feet away. And the photo was credited toSimon.”

Eton snorted with laughter. “And you thought,who snaps a photo of their brother’s cock?”

“Well… yes. And the more I looked at it,the more I started to make it out. It was a photo of a guy getting ablow job,” Finn’s eyes connected with mine as he spoke, as if hewas also aware of our intense connection. “But because of thelighting and camera angle, and whatever fancy effects they use, Ijust couldn’t make out what it was at first.”

“Then lead the way.” Eton let go of my handand swept his arm forward, indicating for Finn and me to go aheadthrough the now cleared entrance. “Let’s go see this blow job.”

Insidethe door, at the reception desk, we were greeted with an explanationof the event.All the art on display was up for sale, with the proceeds splitbetween the artists and the center.Thecommunity arts center relied on grants and donations for fundingthrough which it offered facilities to local amateur art projects.

It also was very much implied that there was nosuch thing as a free lunch. This was a fundraiser, after all.Everyone was invited to give a donation or buy some art, andpreferably both.

The person who welcomed us looked at mespecifically when saying there was art priced for every budget. Itwas as if they could tell I had nothing more than tissue paper and aset of keys in my bag. My purse was empty.

We hadn’t stepped far from the reception deskwhen we stopped to look at beautiful paintings of dogs in the yardsof fine houses. They looked so real you could almost see them waggingtheir tails.

“I love dogs,” Finn said. He seemed to bespeaking to the picture.

“Me too,” I agreed.

Eton distracted us by putting a hand on each ofour shoulders. “Excuse me. You two look after each other, and I’llbe back,” he said. I assumed he went to look for the bathroom.

We moved to look at other pictures nearby, allpaintings or photographs of household pets.

“We had photographs and paintings andsketches of animals covering our walls as we grew up,” Finn said.“Our mother was a wildlife photographer.”

“Like your brother.”

“Yes, Harry learned a lot from her.” Finnlooked surprised that I knew about Harry. “I followed our father,and Harry followed our mother, which left Eton free to do what hewanted. I guess we all inherited our mother’s love of animals,though.”

“Who wouldn’t love animals? If I didn’tlive here in the city, I’d have dogs and take them on long walks.”

“I’d go with you. If only.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom.”

Again, I seemed to have caught Finn bysurprise. “It was a big shock to us when we heard.”

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