a woman solo. During all of their relationships, Braydon and
Brendon had shared their women. Since the very first time when they lost their
virginity at fourteen. Which meant, by their combined participation, they
managed to remain detached from the female in question. After all, having his
brother present allowed him to remain emotionally detached, something he’d
grown used to over the years. For him, it was all about pleasuring the woman.
That was his only concern. Sure, the logic might not add up, but it was
something neither of them had ever questioned.
Until
Jessie.
With
her… things were different.
At
least for Braydon they were.
“Hey,”
Brendon greeted Jessie when he came stomping into the room a few seconds later,
running a towel through his damp hair. When he leaned over to kiss Jessie
firmly on the mouth, Braydon found his hand had involuntarily clenched at his
side.
This
was such bullshit.
He
was an idiot to think that a relationship with Jessie was even possible, but he
knew he wasn’t just imagining the way she seemed to be distancing herself from
Brendon and him. Or how Brendon had suddenly become standoffish when it
came to her.
Something
was changing between them. The dynamic was shifting, and unlike other times
that they’d decided to move on from a regular fuck buddy, this felt different.
♂♀♂
Jessie
Jessie
could feel the tension in the air. It was thick enough to strangle her.
Grabbing her beer, she took a long pull and managed to avoid looking Braydon in
the eyes.
The
last time she’d been here, which had been about a week ago, she had noticed how
distracted she’d been. How she never noticed it before, she had no idea. Rather
than enjoying herself, hanging out with both of them, Jessie found her mind
wandering more and more to Braydon.
And
normally, that wouldn’t be a bad thing, except she was supposedly Brendon’s
girlfriend. Although, girlfriend wasn’t quite the word she would use. Fuck
buddy, maybe? Ok, that was a little harsh because truthfully, Brendon treated
her better than just a fuck buddy. She talked to him every day, most of the
time he was the one calling her even, and they saw each other several times a
week.
Well,
until recently. She had successfully managed to put a little distance between
herself and Brendon and she was trying to do the same with Braydon. Only he
wasn’t letting her.
For
the last few weeks, they’d had side conversations, mostly by text, and Jessie
found herself longing to talk to him more. There were times when she wished she
could see him, only him. Only that wasn’t possible because the dynamic of their
relationship didn’t work that way. And she knew Braydon wouldn’t do that to
Brendon. Nor would she.
All
of a sudden, there seemed to be a tremendous amount of turmoil churning between
them. She was more and more uncomfortable being around them, and she sensed
that there was some tension between the two of them as well.
Why?
Well, the answer to that question hadn’t been quite so forthcoming initially.
However, after a lot of thought, not to mention the encounter the last time she
was here with them, Jessie realized exactly what her problem was.
She
was falling for Braydon.
And
obviously Brendon was picking up on it.
Placing
her taco on her plate and retrieving her beer again, she forced her eyes to
wander around the room and not to either of the twins. She knew what she’d see
if she looked at them. They were both devastatingly attractive with their dark
hair and mesmerizing blue-gray eyes. Their chiseled features offered a rugged
appeal, but those intense eyes made them boyishly handsome at the same time.
And what made it worse… they were absolutely identical. To this point, she
hadn’t found a single distinguishing mark on either of them. Their hair was cut
the same, their style of dress was relatively similar, the deep timbre of their
voice was identical, and they even walked the same.
The
only difference
Brendon had shared their women. Since the very first time when they lost their
virginity at fourteen. Which meant, by their combined participation, they
managed to remain detached from the female in question. After all, having his
brother present allowed him to remain emotionally detached, something he’d
grown used to over the years. For him, it was all about pleasuring the woman.
That was his only concern. Sure, the logic might not add up, but it was
something neither of them had ever questioned.
Until
Jessie.
With
her… things were different.
At
least for Braydon they were.
“Hey,”
Brendon greeted Jessie when he came stomping into the room a few seconds later,
running a towel through his damp hair. When he leaned over to kiss Jessie
firmly on the mouth, Braydon found his hand had involuntarily clenched at his
side.
This
was such bullshit.
He
was an idiot to think that a relationship with Jessie was even possible, but he
knew he wasn’t just imagining the way she seemed to be distancing herself from
Brendon and him. Or how Brendon had suddenly become standoffish when it
came to her.
Something
was changing between them. The dynamic was shifting, and unlike other times
that they’d decided to move on from a regular fuck buddy, this felt different.
♂♀♂
Jessie
Jessie
could feel the tension in the air. It was thick enough to strangle her.
Grabbing her beer, she took a long pull and managed to avoid looking Braydon in
the eyes.
The
last time she’d been here, which had been about a week ago, she had noticed how
distracted she’d been. How she never noticed it before, she had no idea. Rather
than enjoying herself, hanging out with both of them, Jessie found her mind
wandering more and more to Braydon.
And
normally, that wouldn’t be a bad thing, except she was supposedly Brendon’s
girlfriend. Although, girlfriend wasn’t quite the word she would use. Fuck
buddy, maybe? Ok, that was a little harsh because truthfully, Brendon treated
her better than just a fuck buddy. She talked to him every day, most of the
time he was the one calling her even, and they saw each other several times a
week.
Well,
until recently. She had successfully managed to put a little distance between
herself and Brendon and she was trying to do the same with Braydon. Only he
wasn’t letting her.
For
the last few weeks, they’d had side conversations, mostly by text, and Jessie
found herself longing to talk to him more. There were times when she wished she
could see him, only him. Only that wasn’t possible because the dynamic of their
relationship didn’t work that way. And she knew Braydon wouldn’t do that to
Brendon. Nor would she.
All
of a sudden, there seemed to be a tremendous amount of turmoil churning between
them. She was more and more uncomfortable being around them, and she sensed
that there was some tension between the two of them as well.
Why?
Well, the answer to that question hadn’t been quite so forthcoming initially.
However, after a lot of thought, not to mention the encounter the last time she
was here with them, Jessie realized exactly what her problem was.
She
was falling for Braydon.
And
obviously Brendon was picking up on it.
Placing
her taco on her plate and retrieving her beer again, she forced her eyes to
wander around the room and not to either of the twins. She knew what she’d see
if she looked at them. They were both devastatingly attractive with their dark
hair and mesmerizing blue-gray eyes. Their chiseled features offered a rugged
appeal, but those intense eyes made them boyishly handsome at the same time.
And what made it worse… they were absolutely identical. To this point, she
hadn’t found a single distinguishing mark on either of them. Their hair was cut
the same, their style of dress was relatively similar, the deep timbre of their
voice was identical, and they even walked the same.
The
only difference
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