Jackie's Boys Read Free

into the living room. Letting her eyes roam over one, then the other, she grinned. "A wet t-shirt contest? Why wasn’t I invited?" Sauntering across the room, she said, "Guess, I'll be the judge." She ran a finger up their chests, flicked viewable nipples as she began to put her plan in motion. "Mmm, I think this shirt is wetter." Digging her nails into the material, she ripped it open, giving the chest an appreciative look. "Yum!" She looked over at the other twin and winked. "I think this is going to take some real studying, some hands on for me to know absolutely who is who." She pulled the man with the ripped shirt closer and kissed the parted lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He tangled with her until she pulled away. Bringing Randy’s lips to hers, she ran her tongue over them. They both tasted alike–dinner. She lingered before slipping into his mouth to give her husband a moment to grasp where she was going with this. Randy sucked on her tongue, pulling on a nerve deep within her bringing hot need straight down into her clit. She pushed him away before she ruined her own intention. He certainly hadn’t lost his touch, nor had her body forgotten how he commanded it. She eyed Lenny, who watched her with no obvious clue to give away who he was. But, she knew. Looking from his glazed eyes to the matching set of his brother, she took a step back.
    Smiling, she rested the tip of her tongue on the roof of her mouth, studying the speechless boys. "I’ll be waiting." Without hurry, she went down the hall to the bedroom, stripped, then stretched out on her stomach. Shame she didn’t have a camera recording their reaction.
    With raised eyebrows Jackie watched the doorway, wondering where they were. Had she ruined their plan, and hers? Or, were they in the mist of their infamous rock-paper-scissor game to see who came first. If they tied as they often did, she hoped they’d say to hell with it and both come. "Please, please, please, let both of them come," she prayed as she dropped her chin on the bed.
    The lights went out startling her, but then she relaxed. They were coming. The ache in her pussy grew. Her heart pounded in anticipation.
    While she didn’t hear them come in, her sense of smell knew when they’d come into the bedroom, naked. She could smell their arousal. She smiled and waited. The bed dipped down near her legs. Her stomach quivered with knowing. "Mmm," she moaned when they traced the sole of her feet with a fingertip.
    "Oh, god," she groaned as tingles ran up her legs. Wet tongues washed over the soles of her feet, moved over her heel and trailed up her calves to the back of her knees. Her breathing quickened as they coupled the assault with feather-like touches skimming over her thighs, teasing closer and closer to her pussy. She ached to move so fingers fell in, but whose? Tips of their tongues circled, ran along the curve of her cheeks. She sank into the bed, her body melting like jell-o in the sun. And then they disappeared. Torturous need crawled over her skin. "Don't stop now," she moaned. She flexed her legs. She waited. What…where…when were they going to strike? She twitched, trembling with the unknown. Her breath caught and she jerked.
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Teeth grazed her butt cheeks. Liquid fire surged through her veins. They skirted down, licking along the crease edging her thighs, their breath fanning the curls covering the tunnel aching for attention. Moving her hips downward, Jackie dug her fingers into the edge of the bed. She needed to unleash her fire, their fire. It wasn't in her to be the receiver and not a participant.
    She wanted to taste, touch, and feel them deep inside her. Let her pussy claim their bodies. Unleash their uncontrollable need to pound her, to fill her with cum, to drive her over the edge. She wanted them to witness what she does to the other. "Oh," she said with quiet need as they trailed kisses up her back, along her spine,