Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
After all, we project Big Dick Energy. Even worse, in this case there’s two of us, so it’s twenty inches of pure fuckpower disturbing the peace, if not creating utter havoc. Yeah, my brother and I are endowed, and everyone can sense it as soon as we enter a room. The balance in the air changes. The mood shifts, as girls toss us secretive glances while unconsciously pushing out their busts in provocation. Lesser men begin to recede, their shoulders slumping as they literally shrink back in deference. BDE is real, my friends, and my brother and I have it in spades.
As a result, the blonde goddess stares while our shafts lengthen and stiffen in our pants. Big Dick Energy is thick in the small space, and her pupils dilate as her breathing begins to go labored. Shit, my snake literally twitches, and as her astonished eyes watch, it grows until the bulge reaches my knee. That’s right. Our huge size cannot be denied, and this little filly is about to get it right where it counts.
But first, we need to get her to put down that bottle of ketchup. She looks ready to fling it at us, like a fierce cavewoman, fighting her way out of a hole.
“Sweetheart, you said mayonnaise, right?” Brandon soothes, as if he’s taming a wildcat. “Look, the mayo’s right here,” he adds, plucking a jar from the shelf. “Put down the Costco ketchup. You don’t need it.”
“Yes, I do,” she huffs in return. “You guys are beasts and there’s no way I’m giving up my only weapon. Now out of my way.”
Sparks shoot from her eyes, and her cheeks are pink with agitation. Her bust rises and falls, and shit, but her nipples are rock-hard bullets now, directed straight at us.
“Okay,” I say with my hands up. “No need to fly off the handle. Let’s calm down a bit. Just show us where it hurts and we’ll apply the mayo for you. How about that?”
The curvy girl bites her lip because obviously, this is completely a ruse. She’s not in pain, nor does she need to be “lubed up” as she claims. It was all an excuse because we caught her poking around like a spy, when she was supposed to be getting sexy outside ... as she was paid to do.
But then, to our surprise, the blonde goddess nods and sits down slowly on a small step-stool in the storage room.
“It hurts here,” she says while gently lifting one foot, clad delicately in a high heeled silver sandal. “It’s the straps that keep rubbing. I don’t usually wear stilettos, so I’m not used to the steep arch, much less the sheer height of these things.”
My twin and I exchange an astonished look because was she actually telling the truth? Her shoes are genuinely painful? But within seconds, we’re both on our knees before the curvy girl, Brandon lifting her left foot in one hand while I lift her right one in mine. Our big hands cradle her feet, gently examining the delicate skin.
“Show us where,” Brandon growls. “We’ll take care of it for you, baby.”
The blonde goddess nods and slowly undoes the straps to her glittery sandals, letting them drop to the ground. Her feet are perfectly pedicured with shiny pink nails, and her arches are steep yet delicate and utterly feminine. I’m not generally a foot guy, but every inch of this woman is gorgeous and my cock twitches as the need to fuck this woman becomes a thrumming ache in my groin.
“Right here,” she says, pointing to the tops of her feet. “The straps were digging into my skin and it hurts.”
Upon closer inspection, I see what she’s saying. The straps really were tight, and there are faint red marks criss-crossing the tops of her feet. Nodding, I unscrew the top of the mayonnaise and swipe my finger to get a dollop. Then, I gently smear the creamy fluid across her red marks, soothing the tender skin there.
“Is that better?” I ask as my brother does the same to the girl’s other foot. “Does that help?”
She doesn’t answer because her head’s fallen back as a look of relief crosses her delicate features. Her lips part slightly, showing a tiny bit of tongue, and her back relaxes as she lets out a grateful sigh.
“That’s much better,” she murmurs. “Thank you so much.”
“Not a problem,” I rasp while massaging her foot gently. “Just lie back and relax, honey. We’ll take care of it.”
She does as I’ve instructed and leans back against the wall, her curves relaxing for the first time since we confronted her. Meanwhile, Brandon and I keep busy with our hands. Yes, we continue to massage her feet, but slowly our questing fingers move higher and higher up her leg until we’re massaging the toned muscles of her calves as well.