Read after, “Rainy Sundays are great for getting my pussy fucked.”
Gavin and I had a very sexy day together. It consisted mostly of sex, ordering food and eating, sleeping, showering, sex, etc. You get the picture. One of those days spent just really getting to know each other.
Monday morning it was business as usual though. He had spent the night but had to work at his car repair shop and I went back to my book store.
I could hardly walk from having so much sex. I pretended not to be sore, but I knew my employee’s were probably on to me, my incessant smile across my face was probably more of a give away since they couldn’t tell how desperately sore my thighs, vagina and internal organs were.
As he kissed me goodbye this morning I wasn’t concerned whether we’d see each other again. It was never said officially that we were now a couple, but I knew in my heart he wanted it as much as I did.
My mind wandered all day, recounting the passionate kisses, his heated touch, his cock, dripping with cum into my mouth and various body parts.
It wasn’t until closing time when I began to wonder if he’d show. It was only a week or so since we’d met and just as I’d close the store, right as I was turning the sign his face would appear at my door.
Ten more minutes until closing, and no signs of Gavin. I busied myself, straightening merchandise, refilling napkin and cup holders, checking on coffee supplies, anything to get my mind off of him.
What the fuck? I’m a strong woman, when did I become so needy?
I said goodbye to my employee’s, turned the sign and locked the door.
He hadn’t shown. I checked my cell . . . no missed calls.
Oh well, perhaps he got busy with a car. I did close at 8 on Mondays and I’d met him last Thursday on the night I’d closed later so maybe he just wasn’t finished with his day.
I justified his absence, locked the door and headed toward the entry for my upstairs apartment. My heart was a little sad. I couldn’t help it. I’d just spent the most unbelievable weekend with the most incredible man and all I could think about was “what if I never saw him again.” I couldn’t deal with that.
Maybe he just wanted to fuck an erotic lit writer.
I didn’t want to think those thoughts, but doubt set in. It was one of the whole reasons I’d written under another name. I didn’t want people to know how erotic my mind was and just use me.
Just as I opened the exterior door that led to the stairs to my apartment my phone rang.
Yes!
My heart soared. It was . . . a restricted number.
“Hello,” I said expecting a tele-marketer to tell me that my warranty had expired on something important.
Like my heart.
“Want some company?” Gavin whispered.
It was him.
Yay! My heart did a back flip and it splashed down into the wetness that was forming in my panties.
“Hey there,” I said. “Only if the company is you.”
“Want to come to my place tonight?”
“Ya, sure,” I said. “Where do you live?”
“I’ll pick you up in say . . . 45 minutes?”
“Okay,” I said realizing I’d just spent a weekend of fucking a complete stranger and that I had no idea where he even lived.
Details are so over rated.
I rushed up the flight of stairs so quickly that I got dizzy. I stumbled and fell, knocking myself out cold.
My mind drifted in and out of a dream like sleep. I could hear Gavin’s voice, he was saying my name.
I awoke in his arms as he carried me out to his vehicle.
“Shhhh, don’t speak,” he said. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
I passed out again. My face pressed against his soft sweatshirt. I could feel his strength as he lifted me into his truck and lay me down on his seat.
“Don’t worry Delaynee,” he said. “You’re going to be alright.”
I felt the pressure of his hand, holding me onto his seat as he drove off toward the hospital.
When I finally came to I was laying in a hospital bed, an i.v. of fluid flowing into my body. I was still unsure of what had happen, but I knew I was going to be okay. After all, Gavin was right by my side.
“Delaynee,” he whispered scooting his chair closer to my bed. “Mmmm, precious. You’re going to be okay.”
He held my hand and kissed my lips. He pressed the nurses “call” button.
“Yes,” the nurse said.
“She’s awake.”
I felt dizzy and confused. I strained to speak.
“What happened?”
“You were dehydrated,” he said. “They’re giving you fluids and you should be able to go home tonight.”
“Gav . . .” I said.
“Hussshh,” he said. “Just rest. I’ll take care of you, no worries.”
Oh my God. He’ll take care of me? No one has taken care of me since I was a child.
“It seems that all of those amazing orgasm splash downs you have, drained my baby,” he said. “Don’t worry. I didn’t mention that fact to the doctor.”
Gavin fed me ice chips while we waited for the doctor to come in. He was so attentive. He kept rubbing my feet and legs, like we’d been a couple forever.
I was starting to feel much better when the doctor came in.
Holy shit.
Now I knew why Gavin didn’t bother to mention to the doctor he’d been fucking me dry for the past 24 hours. Apparently Gavin had a twin.
“Please tell me I’m not seeing things,” I said. I tried to comprehend that my doctor had almost every detail the same as my new boyfriend, except minus the gear head of hotness, plus the doctor scrubs with matching green crocs.
“Delaynee, this is my brother, Garrett,” he said. “Older brother by almost a minute.”
Thank you Goddess.
Fortunately I am secure enough to know that I was looking pretty good before I fell so I wasn’t too worried about if I was a tragic mess. Plus I knew if Gavin and I could go the distance I’d probably share a meal with his major hottie brother at the Thanksgiving family dinner someday giving him an opportunity to see me in a more flattering light.
“Nice to meet you,” I said quietly.
“You too,” Garrett said. “So, Miss Sinclair, my kid brother here tells me that he found you in a crumpled heap at the foot of your stairs. Do you recall what happened?”
I felt myself blush as he started to examine me. It was almost too much. Gavin was on one side of the bed, holding my hand and Garrett – his identical twin – was on the other side of the bed, checking my pulse. And my hand was just an inch away from being able to stroke his cock on the outside of his pants!
“Well, I had just closed my store, spoke to Gavin on the phone and was going upstairs to shower,” I said. “I was a couple of steps up and that’s all I remember.”
Garrett put his stethoscope in his ears.
Oh my God, he’s going to put that between my breasts in front of his brother and I’m surely going to cum in this bed and drain the i.v. bag.
“Could you lean forward please, I’d like to listen to your lungs,” he said.
Gavin helped me sit up in bed and I leaned forward while Garrett unsnapped my hospital gown at the back.
His hands were warm as he pressed the head of the stethoscope into my back.
“Deep breath in,” he said.
I inhaled.
“And out.”
I exhaled.
We repeated this several times and I could feel my nipples growing hard, pushing up through the hospital gown.
My God, it had been four years since I felt a man’s touch, now I not only had found an incredibly sexy man, but his exact replica was probably staring down my spine, getting a full on view of the top of my butt crack.
He finished and wrote something in my chart.
“Well, your vitals all look good,” he said. “Your blood work is fine. Your blood pressure has risen just a little from earlier though.”
Because you walked in the room.
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel well,” I said. “I probably just over exerted myself this weekend.”
I shot a glance at Gavin and he kissed me.
“Ahhh, I see,” Garrett said. “Well, if I release you into the care of my brother, promise me that you won’t ‘exert’ yourself too much for the next 24 hours. Oh and you were pretty dehydrated so make sure you drink lots of fluids.”
I blushed.
“Promise,” I said shooting Gavin another glance.
Garrett pulled up a chair and the subject turned from me to brotherly chit chat.
“Can I get dressed?”
“Absolutely,” Garrett said.
I didn’t know how to dismount the bed with the twins on either side. If I swung my legs to Gavin’s side, I’d give Garrett a view of my naked ass. If I swung my legs to Garrett’s side, I’d risk flashing my pussy to Garrett and leaving a snail trail of pussy juice drippings all the way to the bathroom.
I had a moment to think about it when the nurse came in and removed my i.v.
After she left the room Gavin did my thinking for me and scooped me up into his arms.
“Well bro, it’s late and I should get Delaynee home,” Gavin said as he carried me to the restroom where I found my close in a neat pile.
He kissed me.
“No worries baby,” he said whispering in my ear. “Your secret is safe with me.”
He shut the door so I could dress in private. I checked my look in the mirror and although I was a little pale, I looked rather sexy in my simple v-neck pullover t-shirt and jeans. My hair was barely tosseled.
I zipped on my heeled boots and walked back into my room.
Both guys turned and looked at me at the same time and smiled. I sensed a little brotherly rivalry perhaps between the two, or maybe it was a sense of sharing. They both approached me.
“I’ll go and get the car babe,” Gavin said taking my purse from me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Meet me at the exit. Thanks G.”
Gavin shook his brother’s hand and left.
“Miss Sinclair,” Garrett said.
“Delaynee,” I said.
“Delaynee, I understand that you own your own business.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I’d like you to take some time off,” he said. “Come back and see me in three days for a follow-up visit?”
Was that a question or suggestion? I think he wanted to see me, but I really think what he wanted was to get me alone.
“In the mean time, I’ve asked my brother to do the same,” Garrett said. “I’ve essentially ‘hired’ him to take full time care of you, to meet your every need.”
He took a lock of my hair that had fallen into my face and brushed it lightly out of my eyes.
Our eyes met. I felt just as drawn to Garrett as I had to Gavin. The chemical reaction was powerful and I could feel my pussy starting to juice. I felt compelled to kiss him. My mind was playing tricks on me.
“Delaynee, are you okay?” Garrett said.
“Yes, it’s just that you look so much like Gavin, I . . .” my voice trailed off. “I almost felt as though I should hug and . . .”
“I know,” he said. “I want to kiss you too.”
How did he know that?
My pussy was really leaking now. I was fearful I’d form a wet spot on the outside of my pants.
Garrett was so close to me, it would have been so easily to just lean forward and touch our lips together. I think he felt the same way and just as we started to really toy with the possibility of kissing each other, the nurse walked in with my wheel chair.
“Thank you,” he said then dismissed her.
“It’s our policy you get to ride.”
Ride you? Lucky me.
I finally pulled out of my stupor and sat in the chair.
Garrett leaned down and whispered into my ear. His warm breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine and I knew I was going to puddle from my creamy pussy leaking so fast.
“I’ll see you in three days Delaynee,” he whispered. “Now hold on.”
Garrett and I didn’t speak as he wheeled me to the exit where Gavin was waiting. Gavin, my new boyfriend, my knight in shining armor.
He stood there smiling with his truck door open.
“See you this weekend bro?”
“You bet,” Garrett said stopping the wheel chair near his brother’s car.
Gavin effortlessly lifted me out of the chair and sat me in his truck. I pulled the seat belt around my waist and clicked it into place.
Gavin shut the door and Garrett waved to me. I was mortified to see I’d left a spot of my fluid on the cloth of the wheel chair seat.
Garrett saw the look on my face and looked down. He certainly wasn’t mortified. He shot me a look, the same look Gavin gave me when he discovered my excessive moisture secret. Garrett had pure lust in his eyes, he wanted me and I could tell he’d stop at nothing to have me.
And Gavin and I drove away . . .
It was going to be a long three days.
To be continued…
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