Trailer Twins' Taboo Reunion
Alana Church
Editorial: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Sinopsis
It's a boring summer morning for sexy twins Joy and Glory. But when they get an unexpected letter, they discover they have a rich uncle they've never met! Out of the trailer park, they are dumped into the lap of luxury. What will they be willing to do to make sure the dream never ends? The only question is which twin will try to seduce her uncle first! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Joy,” he said, trying to get his heartbeat under control. “What’s wrong?” “I’m scared,” she said. Lightning flashed, followed almost immediately by a ragged snarl of thunder. She cringed visibly at the light and noise. “Can I…can I sleep with you tonight?” It wasn’t just a bad idea. It was a horrible idea. But Joy looked so frightened, flinching at every peal of thunder and rattle of hail on the roof, that Alan couldn’t turn her away. “All right.” He moved over in the king-sized bed, making room. Joy burrowed under the blankets like a kitten, coming to rest with her head on his shoulder and one arm across his chest. She was shaking, Alan realized, and he wondered what childhood trauma made her fear storms so much. “You feel warm,” she whispered, her breath warm on his cheek. “Safe. Thank you, Uncle Alan.” He twitched a shoulder, uncomfortable. “It’s okay.” “No. I mean it.” She blinked up at him. “Thank you. For reaching out to us. For giving us the money. For letting us live here with you. For…for everything. I know it. Glory does, too, though she probably won’t ever say so. You saved us. Thank you.” “It’s all right.” He kissed the top of her head, her hair tickling his nose, and she made a low contented sound, relaxing against him. Lightning flashed again, followed by thunder, but this time Joy’s breathing stayed steady. Which was a shame, Alan thought uncomfortably. Because if his niece was scared of the storm, she might not notice the absolutely enormous erection that was growing under the blankets. He tried everything he could think of to control it, but his body had other ideas. All it knew was that he had a warm, soft, female body sprawled on top of him, and it was signaling its enthusiastic appreciation of the fact. He couldn’t tell when Joy noticed. But obviously she did. There was a change to the way her body felt. But it wasn’t the horrified stiffening in shock and disgust he had feared and expected. No. Not that. It was the slow, languid shift as a woman who had been thinking about sleep turned her attention to the possibility of lovemaking. She snuggled in closer. But now her hand was moving, tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Glory would shit herself if she saw us together,” she whispered. “She’s always talking about how hot you are. I swear, if you weren’t our uncle, she would have spread her legs for you the day we met.” “Joy…” “But I’m here now.” She kissed him through his shirt. He could almost imagine he felt the fever-heat of her lips on his skin. “And you’ve got a boner for me. Don’t you?” “Joy.” His voice was unsteady. He put his hands on her hips, trying to restrain her. “You can’t trust a damn thing that thing says. Ignore it.” She pouted. “You mean that you don’t think I’m sexy, Uncle Alan?” She shifted, one leg moving over his, straddling him. No. Not straddling him. Grinding on him, her t-shirt hiking up so that she could press the mound of her sex into the muscles of his thigh. Press down, again and again, shameless and carnal and wanton. “I’m not like Glory,” she whispered. “She’s a slut and everyone knows it.” The muscles in Alan’s arms bunched. By God, if he had to he would throw his niece out of his bed and onto the floor- “I’m a slut, too.” Her teeth fastened on the lobe of his ear, nipping playfully. “But no one knows it. “No one but you.”
Disponible desde: 05/04/2024.
Longitud de impresión: 63 páginas.
