Passion's Twins (12 page)

“I already know you find my kisses intolerable, Edina. And
Rowena dislikes Gerard’s even more.”

“You needn’t kiss me.”

“How then will I arouse you?”

“You’ve said there are other ways.”

“Other than swiving, aye.” Edgar sighed. “But those other
ways…play off the lady’s desires. Off her willingness to be touched in
unexpected places by…”

“Unexpected parts of a man’s anatomy,” Edina finished for
him.

Edgar could only nod.

“I am willing, Edgar.” Taking his hand, she placed it over
her breast.

Moments later, Edgar observed, “Your body tells a different
tale.” Despite his tender stroking and pinching, her nipple remained flat. Her
squirming also failed to seduce even the smallest twitch from his cock.

He followed Edina’s gaze and saw that Rowena’s eyes were
fastened on her sister. A small, barely perceptible shake of Rowena’s head told
of her failure to respond to Gerard.

He felt Edina sigh. “Did Yvonne lie to us? Did you and
Gerard swive her or did you not?”

He could not meet her eyes. “It depends on how you define
swive
.”

She pinched his earlobe, bringing tears to his eyes. “Then
you
define it for me!”

“Ouch!” came from the opposite side of the wide bed,
followed by, “Tell me or I’ll pinch your balls even harder.”

Edgar said quickly, “Gerard—er—took her mouth. I took her ring
while Gareth—”

“Took her…?” Blushing, she fell silent.

Easing Edina’s hand off his face, Edgar nodded. In case she
thought to pinch his balls, he kept her hands in his.

“Why, um, did you choose to take her ring?”

“It just happened that way.”

“Edgar!” she warned, pulling her hands free.

He felt a flush seep from his chest to his hairline. “I…”

“Yes, you?”

“I am less…wide than Gerard,” he reluctantly admitted. “None
of us wanted to hurt Yvonne, so I ended up…there.”

Edina looked as if she might be picturing Gerard’s cock.
“Ahh,” she said at length. “But,” she blushed, “did she not feel equally
discomfited with Gerard in her mouth?”

“As to that, you must ask either Yvonne or Gerard.”

“Even more, I would like to know why Yvonne bedded all of
you. And don’t tell me it just happened that way.”

“Kerrie—”

“Interfering female,” Rowena interrupted, obviously listening
to her sister’s conversation.

Gerard looked anywhere but at them or at Rowena.

“’Twas in Kerrie’s will that her daughters must be seduced
before they wed. That the man who most aroused her passion was the man each
princess would marry. Vinn and Banan wooed Willa and Pippa.”

Gerard broke in. “Edgar and I—with Gareth of course—wooed
Yvonne.”

“Why?” Rowena demanded. “She and Gareth were already
betrothed to each other.”

“I am unaware of the details.” Edgar resumed the tale. “But
I believe Aida and Gaspar insisted the princesses should have a choice in who
they wed.”

“So, even though Yvonne and Gareth were pledged, you
all…swived her?”

“To give her a choice, aye.” Even to himself, Edgar sounded
defensive.

“Marchonland is a very strange place,” Rowena murmured.

One flaxen brow arching upward, Edina nodded. “I shall ask Gerard
about Yvonne’s discomfort.” Turning her head, she saw Gerard wiggling his hips
against Rowena’s buttocks. “As soon as I convince my sister to depart your
brother’s lap.”

As one, the twins left the bed but retreated to the table.
They whispered, darted warning glances that seemed to tell Edgar and Gerard to
remain where they were. Apparently reaching a decision, they nodded once.

They advanced to the bench. Each placing one foot upon it, each
removed one stocking.

“What do you intend, Rowena?” Edgar asked as she neared him
where he sat on the bed.

“A final test.”

“Then whatever happens,” Edina said to Gerard, “we will end
these games.”

“And marry us,” Gerard insisted. His tone and expression
brooked no argument.

“Whatever happens,” Edgar insisted. He’d not give Rowena
room to wiggle her way free by claiming he’d misunderstood her intent.

“Edina will marry Gerard and Rowena shall marry you, Edgar.”

Edgar looked at his brother, who merely shrugged one
shoulder. They both disliked the game continuing, but hoped the twins—
prayed
they would keep their word.

“Then let us begin,” Edgar said.

“First, you must promise not to remove these blindfolds
until we grant you permission to do so.” Rowena glared at Edgar, her eyes
threatening mayhem should he break his promise.

“Nor will either of you try to peek beneath or over your
mask.” Edina tied her stocking around Gerard’s head. “Your solemn promise.”

His own eyes now covered, Edgar agreed with a nod.

“My solemn word,” Gerard said.

At Rowena’s silent urging, Edgar stood, letting her lead him
a few steps away from the bed. He felt oddly disoriented and unsure of where he
was.

“You aren’t going to walk us into the oubliette?” His voice
teased, but the fear felt far too real. He’d rather face a dozen knights
attacking all at once than this slip of a girl whose hand guided him—who led
him, where?

“Would I make myself a widow before I am a bride?”

“I can but hope.”

She laughed, saying, “The bench is directly behind you. Sit
and remain facing away from the bed.”

Edina’s voice commanded, “And don’t peek! Remember, we can
see you even if you cannot see us.”

“How long must we remain thus?” Gerard’s voice echoed
Edgar’s unsettled feeling.

“It will take—”

“As long as it takes.”

With that, the women moved away. Edgar could hear the rushes
rustle under their feet, the soughing of their gowns trailing over the floor.
And, if his ears did not deceive him, he heard the soft sighs of cloth sliding
off even softer skin. One day—
soon
, he promised himself—he would lie in
his and Rowena’s bed and watch her remove her clothes. Know that she let him
watch because it pleased him to see her. Know that the slow revelation of her flesh
aroused her as much as it aroused him.

Just imagining her, he felt his cock grow to a nearly
painful length and thickness. Gerard’s soft groan told him that his brother
suffered as well.

The sound of creaking bed ropes sharpened his need. Would he
and Gerard find their women naked on the bed, their spread legs revealing their
eagerness?
Probably not
, he silently admitted. Although he found the
image pleasing, exciting, he doubted the twins would find it as appealing.
Besides, they’d said this was a test. His mind knew they would not make it
easy—no matter what his cock wanted.

Rowena laughed. Edina giggled. Gerard grunted. Edgar frowned
and wondered how much longer he could withstand this torment.

“Remove your blindfolds,” the twins chorused.

He did so and saw Gerard’s grim smile. They shrugged. Each
taking a deep breath, they turned as one to see what awaited them.

“Oh my!” Kerrie whispered, gazing down at the earthbound
couples. Alexandre covered her eyes but she pushed his hand away.

“Allow them some privacy, Kerrie.”

“Why? They cannot help but see each other, so where is the
harm in our watching as well?” She gave him an assessing look. “Are you
jealous, Alexandre? Do you wish we still could swive?”

“’Twas a pleasurable part of having a body.”

“If we observe them ‘twill allow us to pretend we feel every
touch, every kiss…”

“Every lick,” he added, his voice deepening. “Every stroke.”

Kerrie felt a blush seep up her nonexistent body. “Shh,” she
warned, even though she knew none of the living could truly hear them. “Let us
see how this plays out.”

The sensation of Alexandre curling his warm body around her
was so real she ached. Snuggling into him, she saw what Gerard and Edgar saw.
Felt their shafts stir. Heard their thoughts as if they were her own.

* * * * *

Pale flesh. Flaxen curls rioting over bare shoulders. Four
half-moons, perfectly round, perfectly ripe. The women on their hands and knees
on the wide bed, their faces hidden in the pillows.

“St. Christopher on a crutch!” Gerard swore.

Edgar swore as well. “Bartholomew’s balls! Have you ever
seen Edina displayed thusly?”

“No. Rowena?”

“No.”

“’Tis not the easiest position to maintain,” said one twin,
her delectable derriere waving from side to side.

“Be quick, lest you fail this test,” said the other. Her
twin half-moons swayed as well.

“While I have never seen Rowena in this position,” Edgar
drawled, “I believe I would know her arse anywhere.”

“Likewise. Were I allowed to touch it now, I think I could
recognize Edina’s. Well, ladies, are we allowed to touch you?”

The women glared over their shoulders then together, said,
“Aye.”

“If you must,” one added, her tone surly.

Gerard flicked a questioning glance at Edgar. Had his
younger brother also claimed touch as a means of recognizing his twin? Edgar
shrugged.

“I hope the bed ropes hold,” Edgar said as he crawled across
the mattress.

“It might prove more interesting if they broke. We’d tumble
together like a litter of kittens.” Gerard sounded as if he wanted to laugh.

Edgar chuckled then stroked a hand over one smooth globe
then the other. Each in turn quivered under his touch.

Gerard touched the twin on his side of the bed. “Hmmm. I
cannot tell as yet.”

“Neither can I. Perhaps we should trade places.”

The bed ropes groaned as the men crawled across the wide
bed. The twins moaned. Edgar and Gerard touched each twin’s buttocks then sat
back on their heels.

Grinning, Gerard said, “Before Edina and I swived, I held
her on my lap. I think I would know her if I held her like that again.”

Without waiting for permission, he and Edgar positioned
their cocks between each twin’s thighs.

Though rigid, Edgar’s cock failed to celebrate its nearness
to its goal. Nor did the woman’s quim weep for want of him. Gerard shook his
head. The men shifted once more.

One hand stroking over her firm, round buttock, Edgar used
his other to guide his cock between this new twin’s legs. And found the welcome
he wanted most. Her nether curls dampened. Her outer lips puffed while her inner
lips heated and seeped her juices over his cock.

Gerard apparently found a welcome of his own. His chest rose
and fell in rapid pants. His eyes darkened then glazed. Edgar could hear his
own shallow breaths and suspected his eyes were dark with need.

“We need you to sit up,” Gerard said, his hands sliding over
the mounds of Edina’s buttocks and around her waist to cup her breasts.

“I—ahh. Oh Gerard!”

“Yes, Edina, ’tis I. And in this position I know ’tis you I
hold.” He touched her pleasure button then slid his middle finger into her
slick channel. Her quim tightened and her juices flowed more freely. She
wiggled against his hand. Little
oh
s of pleasure escaped her lips as she
rode his finger to release.

Rowena huffed her disgust. “Which still required our
nakedness and that you touch us. You still—”

Edgar eased his cock into her juicy warmth. Her protests
became sighs of pleasure.

“You set the test, Rowena. You must admit we passed it.”

Rowena’s moan somehow combined bliss and reluctance.

Edina said, “Bartholomew’s balls, Rowena! Give it up. If I
cannot have Gerard’s shaft in me this instant, I shall hate you forever!”

“Aye, Rowena, give it up,” Edgar murmured against her neck.
“Or I shall leave us both on the edge of madness.” He slid back until only the tip
of his cock remained within her channel. He held her hips, preventing her
taking him deeper.

“Gerard, please! I admit—even if my sister won’t—that you
have passed our test. Take me, Gerard. Please! Oh yessss. Yes, yes. Yessss!”

“Well, Rowena, what shall it be?” The sound of Gerard’s
balls slapping against Edina’s bottom made Edgar’s restraint even more
difficult to hold. His cock wanted what Gerard’s was having. If Rowena failed
to give her consent, he feared he might take her anyway. With her legs splayed
over his, his thighs holding hers open, she could not prevent his spearing her.
Choking back a groan, he pushed a little deeper.

“Oh!” she cried, pushing her hips backward.

“Say it, Rowena. You know the words. Say them!”

“Swive me, Edgar. Swive me.”

Sliding his hands down her arms, he eased her forward until
her forearms met the mattress. “Keep your hips raised, sweeting, so I can swive
you like a stallion swives a mare.”

He drove into her. One hand found her breasts and stroked her
rigid nipples. The other hand cupped her nether curls, one finger finding her nubbin
between her soaked curls. She shuddered. Her queynte spasmed, drawing him
deeper still. He fought his own release and continued to stroke with his hands
and cock. Her spasms went on and on. Only his shouted name brought him to
completion.

Collapsing against her back, Edgar chuckled.

“What do you find so amusing, Edgar?” Rowena sounded more
sated than peeved.

“
Swive me
was not what I meant.”

“Oh? What should I have said then?”

“‘
I give. You passed.
’”

“Rowena is more stubborn than I am,” Edina observed, yawning.
Her voice reminded Edgar they were not alone.

“You put up a gallant fight,” Gerard said, “but succumbed to
my superior determination.”

Edina giggled. “You crushed me into submission, you oaf.”

Reminded that his weight on his lover’s back might easily
crush her, each man rolled so that he lay back-to-back with his brother, his
woman spooned against his front.

“’Tis a bit late for modesty, Gerard.” Edina twisted her head
so she could look up at him. He frowned.

Rowena added, “I have seen my sister naked before. In fact,
I have seen Edina naked since our birth.”

“And—since you’ve admitted to bedding Yvonne—” Edina said.

“’Twasn’t…” the men insisted again.

“We told you ‘twas more like…” Edgar looked helplessly at
Gerard.

“Edgar swived—er—her ring and I—er—”

“Had her mouth. Which is still not
swiving
as we see
it,” Gerard said.

Looking confused by this explanation, but determined not to
let it influence what she would say, Rowena continued. “You’ve seen us naked.
Moreover, we’re certain you have seen each other naked as well.”

“And aroused.”

“Which we—”

“Have not.”

“Not together at any rate. Not aroused together, I mean.”
Rowena grinned up at Edgar, who glared down at her.

“You mean to compare us? Now?” Incredulity dripped from his
lips.

“Aye, here and now,” Rowena said.

Edina clarified. “’Tis the only opportunity we will have to
do so. We are determined—”

“To be faithful.”

“And expect the same of you.”

“You have seen our…” Rowena uncharacteristically hesitated.

“Buttocks,” Edina provided.

“Yet had to touch us to tell us apart.” Rowena still sounded
resentful.

“Should you mistake us in the future—”

“We must know the differences between your spears.”

Looking at his obviously puzzled brother, Edgar glanced at
Rowena. Were she and Edina testing them still? Or was this their way of
playing? Judging by the merriment in Rowena’s eyes, playing was the twins’
intent.

Gerard laughed. “I see no graceful way out of this, Edgar.”
He released Edina then rolled to his back.

Groaning, Edgar said, “I cannot guarantee my cock’s
cooperation. He may be too shy to rise to the occasion.”

“Hmph,” the twins said as one.

Rowena rose to her knees, pushing Edgar to his back. “If you
want to swive me ever again, your cock will more than rise.”

Edina leaned across Gerard’s chest, her breasts grazing his.
“I think you must show your
little
brother how it’s done.”

“I never said I was
little
. I said I was—”

“
Less wide.
I heard you. Now ‘tis time to show us.”

Rowena quirked one flaxen brow. “Before we wed, Edgar, you
must tell me what led to that singular description.”

Gerard’s chuckle sounded pained. “I believe you’ll soon
see.” He glanced down at Edina’s hand surrounding his growing shaft.

“Oh my,” she said, admiration shining from her bright blue
eyes. She released him and saw his shaft snap toward his belly.

Rowena saw the same thing. “He truly is curved like that Saracen’s
sword Father has hanging in his solar.”

“As is Edgar,” Edina observed, reaching out to touch Edgar’s
cock.

“No!” Rowena slapped her sister’s hand.

Looking insulted, Edina explained. “Edgar said he is not as
wide as Gerard. How else are we to verify the claim if we do not touch their
cocks?”

Rowena looked at each man in turn. Their cocks were
shrinking, apparently needing direct rather than intellectual stimulation.

“And,” Edina challenged, “did they not need to touch us to
tell our differences?”

Rowena, nodding, said, “We’ll need to bring them to full
arousal.”

“Hands?”

“Aye, hands first. If that does not suffice—”

“We’ll employ other means.” Edina licked her lips. Looking
directly into Gerard’s eyes, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

“Close your eyes,” the twins murmured.

The men obeyed.

“They are of equal length.”

“Let us trade positions.”

For several moments the only sound was that of the men’s
shallow breathing.

“Gerard is enormous,” Rowena said, sounding highly
impressed, earning a glare from her sister.

“As is Edgar. And he is also curved like that sword you
spoke of.”

“Their crowns appear equally wide.”

“Perhaps the difference is at the base.”

Gentle fingers stroked down then up and down again. A
momentary pause before they repeated the process.

The men groaned. Their fingers clutched at the bedding.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Rowena commanded.

Both women laughed.

“I still cannot tell the difference.” Edina sighed.

“Do you think—if we were men—we
could
tell?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps one can piss farther.”

“
That
I don’t wish to see.” Rowena shivered.

“Nor do I.”

Sitting back on their heels, the women stared at each rigid
cock. Rowena said, “Perhaps the difference is in their scent.”

“Perhaps.”

They sniffed each man in turn.

“Not precisely the same.”

“Yet not so very different either.”

Gerard groaned. “I think you smell yourselves on our
shafts.”

“Your juices drenched us earlier,” Edgar added.

“How does that signify?” one twin asked.

The men opened their eyes and flicked a glance at the other.

“You’re the elder,” Edgar said.

“Explain,” said the women.

“Well…in my experience—”

“Which I’m sure is vast,” Edina interrupted with a frown.

“Vast enough to be of use?” Rowena questioned with a frown
of her own—for her sister.

Edgar squirmed but nodded.

“No two women smell exactly the same,” Gerard went on. Even
to himself, he sounded relieved to get the information stated and done.

“Or taste exactly the same,” Edgar added.

Gerard winced, wishing Edgar had kept that thought to
himself. That particular intimacy was…intimate and not shared indiscriminately.

To his amazement, the twins merely grinned at each other. No
barrage of questions as to whom the men had tongued or how many. Just a
conspiratorial smile that made him shiver—as did Edgar.

“Close your eyes
,
” the
women said together.

Each twin stroked a cock until a milky drop of dew seeped
from its head. Each twin touched her tongue and lapped away that drop. The bed
ropes creaked softly.

“Bartholomew’s balls, Edina,” Gerard muttered, fastening his
fingers in her hair. Somehow he managed not to force her to take him more fully
into her bewitching mouth. Her tongue swirling over and around his shaft’s crown
drove him wild with need.

“How do you know ‘tis Edina?”

“No other woman can bring me…ahh…to the brink…this quickly.”

Giggling, she sucked him into her mouth and took him over
that brink.

Edgar’s shouted “Rowena!” announced his own release.

* * * * *

Alexandre’s groan brought Kerrie’s gaze to his face.

“’Twas almost as good as truly swiving,” he muttered.

“Mayhap we should watch more often,” she said, stroking down
the magnificent chest she remembered so well she could feel his warmth heat her
palm.

“Mayhap,” he echoed as he always had, “we should.”