Be Nice... For Now

Setting aside his book, Sam looked at Bree and noted, “Well, how about we at least decide what’s completely off the table first. Aside from the sex itself.”

She just looked at him, trying to decide if he was serious or not, before smirking back and teasing, “I think I know why your luck with the ladies is so bad now. Sex doesn’t usually have terms of negotiation.”

“Okay, what the fuck! I’m trying to talk about this like an adult, Bree. What do you want from me? Do you want me to just put my dick in you and be a damned robot or something? All I’m asking is basic ground rules so that maybe you can stop being such a bitch for maybe five minutes.”

“That how long you need to finish? Thank god for virgins then.”

Ordinarily, that would have pushed him over the edge. She was getting back into her groove and he was losing ground, but that last comment reminded him that things were not so simple anymore.

He took a single, calming breath to center himself again, before deciding to just go for broke like she obviously wanted. “You know what, Bree? How about we make a wager. I bet I can make you cum harder than you ever have before by the end of this. Winner decides when and how we do this for the next month.”

Bree’s face was shocked speechless for a moment, before it completely transformed. She was absolutely thrilled now, all irritation gone from her features as she smiled sweetly at him from across the room. Leveraging herself from the doorway, she strutted over to Sam on his bed, stopping to cock one hip to the side as she looked down at him.

She purred, “You’ve got yourself a deal mister. Don’t forget what you just said, got it? I’ve met some guys who thought their dicks were magic wands before, but I think you just took the cake, Sam.”

If Sam hadn’t been so sure of the powers of the book, he would have most certainly been intimidated by the display. He still was, in a way, as some part of him still had residual doubts and fears. Bree caught that trace of fear and smiled all the wider. She bent down at the hips, hands on her knees to give him a little show of her bust as she locked eyes with him.

Sounding gentle for the first time in weeks, she teased, “Tell you what, Samuel. Just to prove how nice I can be, I’ll let you do whatever you want, just this once. Do whatever you think is gonna work. I’m curious if you even learned anything from all that porn you’ve been jerking off to.”

On the one hand, Sam knew he was basically being insulted to his own face, with Bree obviously enjoying herself immensely at what she assumed was his expense. On the other, he had to admit that the change in Bree’s attitude was a bit of a turn on. She was giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, something he had always dreamt to hear from a woman as sexy as Bree.

Sam hadn’t been lying when he mentioned having similar tastes to his sister. Bree’s mocha colored skin was certainly on his list of preferences, exotic and beautiful to look at. All three of them were of hispanic blood, but Bree’s was just so rich. Her tits, presented as they were, were admittedly fantastic too. While his sister was more on the slim side in that area, Bree’s titsnmore than made up the difference, adding dimension to her figure in ways that always caught the eye.

Her chest wasn’t the only thing that got his attention, though. Her black curls framed her face and washed over shoulders, catching the light of the room and always smelling like sweet fruits. Today was apparently a mango day and suffice to say, he was getting hard from it. He loved mangos.

He cautiously noted, “Not gonna lie, getting some mixed signals here, but I suppose I shouldn’t complain.”

“Little late for that, and I really hope you decide what we’re doing sometime this century, because I’m actually looking forward to the next month now. What do you want to do first?”

Put on the spot like this, Sam had to admit this wasn’t necessarily how he expected things to go, but it was about time he actually took advantage while his guest was still in a good mood.

“How about you sit down and take off your shirt and bra.”

She rolled her eyes and smirked. “Boys and their boobs. Why am I not surprised.” Despite the snark, she did as instructed, hopping on the bed beside him with that cocky smile still stuck on her face.

After sitting down with a toss of her black, back-length hair to one side, Bree took a breath before reaching down for her shirt and yanked it up on and off in a single motion. Her bra came next, her round tits falling out like ripe grapefruits, a little bounce to them as they did.

Wanting to keep from staring, Sam took off his own shirt, barely managing to pull his gaze away from the topless woman in his room. For all her faults, she was beautiful. Throwing aside the shirt near the door, Sam’s attention came back to Bree. She’d turned to give him a full frontal view, something he couldn’t help but admire.

After appreciating the view for perhaps too long, Bree admonished, “You want a tip, Samuel? Don’t just stare at a girl’s tits. It’s either embarrassing or a little creepy. We all have them.”

Snapping out of his trance, Sam gave her an awkward smile as an apology. Scratching his chin nervously, he noted, “Right, figures. But, um, what exactly am I supposed to do?”

Bree just rolled her eyes at his naivety. “You’re supposed to touch them, numbnuts. Any more stupid questions?”

Vernacular aside, Sam supposed that made sense. He also could admit that he was certainly looking forward to feeling a girl’s body for the first time. But he was done being treated like a novice now, so he **** down his insecurities and ordered, “In that case, close your eyes and imagine whatever you want. Pretend I’m not here and I won’t make a peep.”

She sighed. “Sure. The less I think about this the better I guess. If you try something stupid, I will punch your lights out.”

Though it was obvious she wasn’t thrilled to take orders from him, she did do as he asked again, which gave him a few moments to gather himself. He wasn’t a complete idiot. He knew a bit about foreplay, enough to know he could do a decent job of it when given the chance (which he finally had now!). He just had to focus on everything he’d learned.

Sliding over to Bree, he gently laid his hands on. her shoulders, sliding them down her arms and back up to get her used to his touch with something simple. He did note her body tense up as he got close, but it did slowly start to unwind as he demonstrated his patience. Then he slid his palms down her sides, past the sides of each breast on the way. He liked how smooth and toned she felt, like petting a jungle cat.

She and Samantha both took care of themselves, even inspiring Sam to exercise more over the past two months. He’d only managed budding success so far, but he’d at least gotten a bit of muscle showing now. But Bree was toned in all the right places, enough that everywhere he touched had just the right amount of give to it. She felt sculpted, and he was certainly admiring her efforts.

With his hands spread across her midriff, he decided to finally bring them up to the next prize.

The first thing Sam noted upon sliding over his first pair of tits was how soft they were. Perky too, but undeniably soft. Gliding over them, he avoided the two end-points to better focus on the expanse before him. He was trying to tease her, his fingers gently kneading her, feathering her sensitive skin, all while leaving two key spots untouched.

Then, on some instinctive cue, Sam moved in to kiss the center of her chest. He was gentle, slow even, but he did feel her twitch. From his lips, he could feel her, almost taste her. As he moved up the crevasse of her solar plexus, he finally brought his fingers to explore her nipples. It was then that, as close as he was, he felt her heart rate speed up. Even the tips of her breasts that he was fondling were firming up a bit.

Sam was rather proud of the feat, until he heard his roommate whisper “God you twins are weird.”

He wanted to ask her what she was talking about, but he thought better of it. He could ask her later after he’d won their wager, so he decided to focus on the sounds she made for him. She wasn’t as easy to read as he would have liked. Even when she seemed to enjoy something he did, it took patience to wait for the signs. He realized she mostly enjoyed a soft, gentle touch, though the couple of times he pushed the envelope certainly had a positive response.

His hands caressed her chest and stomach, held and massaged her chest like he was petting a nervous kitten, then tweaked and pulled on her hard nipples. She really liked when he kissed and laved her skin with his tongue, as long as he remained silent and didn’t try to rush. Her engine was obviously slow to start, even with his supernatural advantage. It surely made it easier when he could vaguely sense what worked best for her. It was one of the rules he’d jotted down before Bree decided to finally show up, knowing he’d have his work cut out for him.

New rule: Male twins can sense how to best pleasure someone sexually while they’re touching them.

It felt like parts of her would pull at him at times, sometimes calling for his hands, others for his lips or tongue. Truth be told, Sam wasn’t sure how long he’d been at it before he finally sensed the ‘call’ he’d been waiting for. It came from below, down past her stomach and between her mocha toned thighs. It pulled for his hand, which he gladly obliged by trailing his fingers methodically down Bree’s midsection. Her breath hitched when he dragged past her stomach as she realized his inevitable destination.

But when his fingers met her pants, he didn’t try to go underneath like he wanted to. Instead, he ghosted his fingers over her crotch, enough to hear her sigh under her breath. Then his hand trailed across her denim-covered thighs as he greedily sucked onto one of her aching tits. She tensed, biting her lip to prevent any telling sound from out, but he already knew what she wanted. She wanted to be teased, to have gentle hands caress her till she ached for more.

Granted, they both knew that he wasn’t who she wanted. She wanted Sam’s sister and every little reminder that he wasn’t her affected his progress. Every little mistake muted her enjoyment, dirtied her imagination, and Sam knew this because his new senses made it obvious. The places he felt pulling his hand and mouth for her pleasure would die out almost randomly, as she was suddenly reminded who she was with and any lingering lust she felt dried up. It was a constant struggle to keep up with her swinging moods, but Sam could feel that his efforts piled up, despite the setbacks, and he got her as ready as she was going to be for the next step.

Without saying a word, Sam gently placed a hand on Bree’s shoulder before guiding her to lay on the bed. Thankfully, she complied without a word as Sam began dragging his lips and trailing kisses, a destination in mind as he slowly made his way South. He could tell the moment Bree realized his plan when the chords of lean muscle along her stomach tensed against his lips. Her hands clenched onto the bedding when his explorations trailed past her belly button and her thighs twitched as his face passed her hip line. He made it a slow thing, full of suspense but also of simple worship. She was still beautiful, despite their differences.

After finally reaching her hips, the only thing between him and Bree were her jeans. They looked good on her, like always. Hugging just enough of her to show off everything she worked for in the gym. But regardless of their flattering function, the pants would have to go and they both knew it.

He dragged his hands down her sides to rest around her slim waist, taking a moment to appreciate the warm touch of Bree’s mocha skin in his grip. His thumbs circled over her stomach in a gentle rhythm, exploring the give of her body as his hands unconsciously found themselves moving down to her jeans button. With a deft motion, he popped the button, then used one hand to undo the zipper too. With that out of the way, he pulled the denim down Bree’s long, toned legs until they were completely off and all she had left on her were a pair of plain black panties.

Unable to help it, Sam followed his urge to kiss every inch of revealed skin

It was when he was spreading her legs, trailing his desiring mouth just above her pants line, that Bree made him stop.

“What are you doing?” She asked neutrally, but she couldn’t quite keep out the tension just underneath the surface.

Looking up at her, he saw that still wasn’t looking at him, staring up at the ceiling as she expressed a measure of calm that was anything but. His next words would apparently matter a great deal, so he wanted to be careful… but he also wanted to be honest.

“I’m doing what I want, obviously. Thought that was part of the deal?”

Sam waited as Bree digested that, working it through her mind to try to find some facet that gave her enough reason to stop this from happening somehow. When she couldn’t immediately come up with anything, she clarified, “You… want to eat me out?”