Bedtime Stories 02: Gemini Rising

Not really a sequel to Bedtime Stories 1: On the Beach. Feel free to enjoy this one on its own!

It was almost dark in the bedroom, just a faint light from the street making its way behind the blinds and splashing up against the wall. Her eyes shone in the reflected light. He reached out and ran a hand down her shoulder. Her skin felt cool.

"Mmm," she said. Her teeth flashed suddenly. "You could keep doing that."

He scooted over and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pressed up against her belly with his erection. His lips found hers, his hand ran down her body, resting on the swell of her ass.

"Mmm," she said, then sighed. "So nice."

His mouth moved down, followed the line of her jaw to her shoulder, her collar bone. His hand slid forward and touched her thigh, then found the mound where her legs came together. He pressed his hand against her, trying to squeeze between the thighs.

"In a minute," she said. She paused. "I was just thinking."

He lifted his face and kissed her again. "Me too," he said. "You know what I was thinking?"

"Mmm," she answered. "Yes, I know. You're very predictable. But I was remembering something that happened to me a while ago." She paused. "Something sexy," she whispered. She gave him a slow kiss and peeked at him. "You want to hear about it?" she asked playfully.

"Of course," he said. He hesitated. "Was this a long time ago?"

"Before I met you," she said. "It's about Danny. I told you about him."

"Sure," he said. "I mean you mentioned him."

"Right, so this happened kind of at the end of me going out with Danny." She laughed softly. "You'll see why."

There was another pause. "So..." he said tentatively.

"So, it's one of those hot summers, mid-August," she said. "A real stinker, everyone in the city just getting slowly cooked, waiting for the weather to break. And Danny comes home and says he has a surprise, he went halves with his brother and got us a cottage up at the lake for the weekend. His brother, brother's girlfriend and us. Cottage has two bedrooms, kitchen, kind of a living room. Rustic, he says, but not primitive. I tell him he's a genius, it's just what I need, to get out of this steam bath and relax."

"What's the brother's name?"

"Rudy," she says. "Rudy and Danny." She paused. "Identical twins," she added.

He laughed. "No shit," he said. "I can see where this is going."

She gave him a little slap on the shoulder. "Now don't get ahead of things," she told him.

"No ma'am," he said. "Wouldn't want to rush you when you've got a whole weekend ahead of you."

"So," she said. "We swing by on Friday afternoon to pick up Rudy and his girl, Patsy. But when we get there, he's by himself and bumming out. Patsy's dumped him and gone off that afternoon."

"Oh man."

"So Rudy's like you guys go, I'll just stay here, maybe she'll call or change her mind. And Danny tells him he needs to grow a pair, not just sit there wearing a hole in the couch, getting drunk and waiting for the phone to ring."

"Uh huh."

"Right. And Rudy's like... I'm gonna be a third wheel. You won't want me there. And Danny tells him not to be stupid, we're all family, just go on out and get in the car. And Rudy tells him not to act like a fucking big brother, he's only twenty minutes older. Et cetera. Usual brother shit. So I sit there on the arm of the sofa, waiting for them to hash this out. And then I notice that Rudy is kind of watching me."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Not creepy or anything, his eyes just keep flicking over at me when Danny's not looking."

"Huh."

"Right? I mean... I'm his twin brother's girlfriend and he's checking me out. Isn't that a bit..."

"Creepy?"

"Yeah. Maybe. Anyway I give him a look like don't keep fucking staring at me and he looks away, embarrassed."

There was a pause. "What then?" he asked.

She kissed him slowly and ran her hand down his chest. "Mmm," she said. "Well, then they tussle some more and figure it out. Rudy's gonna come along but bring his own car and bring a tent so he won't be in the cottage with us." She laughed. "Guess he doesn't want to listen to us fucking all night."

"Right."

"So there we go, out to the cottage by the lake. And it's perfect. Just rustic enough. Indoor plumbing and screens on the windows but no internet or tv. Danny and Rudy build a fire and start grilling some meat and I..." She paused, not totally dramatically, and kissed him again. Her tongue probed into his mouth and she wrapped her hand around his cock, moving slowly up and down. "You're very hard," she whispered.

"Keep telling your story," he said impatiently. His hands drifted across her body and he tweaked one of her nipples.

"Ow," she said. "You're a monster."

"Tell me," he insisted.

Her teeth flashed. "You like my story," she said.

"Yes," he said. "They're grilling steaks or something. What are you doing?"

"Well..." she said. "I go into the bedroom, the one we've decided is ours since Rudy is out in his tent and I start unpacking. I don't have much stuff, it's just a weekend, but of course I have a bathing suit and some shorts and tank tops and some cute sundresses. And while I'm putting them away I'm thinking..."

"What are you thinking?"

She laughed softly. "You know me," she said. "I'm thinking about me being there alone with these two hot guys for the weekend and how Rudy was kind of staring at me before. And I'm looking at my outfits and thinking about going swimming in the lake in my bikini and coming out of the water and lying down on the beach with both of them staring at me and maybe a little bit about my sundresses. They're very cute."

"Oh yeah?"

"Kind of... well, kind of sexy."

"I'm shocked," he said. "You? Sexy outfits?"

She slapped him softly. "They're meant for Danny, he's my guy. But that was before when Patsy was coming along so maybe..."

"Maybe," he agreed.

"You never know," she said. "Do you?"

He laughed. "Not with you," he said. "In your stories."

She kissed him again.

"So..." he said. "Did you put one of them on?"

"One of what?"

"The skimpy sexy sundresses," he said.

"They weren't that skimpy," she objected. "Just..."

"Sexy," he finished. "And you do put one on."

"It seemed appropriate," she protested. "For the evening."

He kissed her. "Tell me about it," he said.

"Like a pale green, thin straps."

"Short?" he asked. "Low cut?"

"Well... it's a sundress," she said. "So yeah. Not something a nun would wear."

He laughed softly. "What else?"

"What else what?" she asked.

"What else did you put on?"

"You mean like did I wear underwear?"

"Yeah."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Cause..." he said. "In your stories..."

"This is a true story," she said.

"So do you wear underwear?" he asked.

She kissed him. "What do you think?"

He considered. "I think you do," he said.

"Good guess," she said. "Two points."

"Tell me something," he said.

"What?"

"If I'd told you I thought you weren't wearing underwear would you have gone with that?"

"You mean changed the story?"

"Yeah."

She smiled. "You don't believe this is a true story, do you?"

"I think it's a hot story," he told her.

"But true?"

"True enough," he said. He flexed his hips and his cock moved in her hand. "Go on," he said impatiently. "What happens next?"

She stroked him thoughtfully. "Well... Danny gets drunk."

"Oh."

"Yeah, he keeps cracking open beers, I don't know how many he has but partway into dinner he starts laying into Rudy, telling him it's no wonder Patsy left him, he's gotta shape up and stop being such a player. And Rudy just nods and listens and every now and then..." She paused.

"Mmm?"

"He looks at me. A bit amused that his brother is giving him this lecture. He's not drinking really, just nursing this one beer. And as Danny gets drunker Rudy gets bolder."

"Oh?"

"Oh yeah. Smiles at me openly when Danny's not looking. Runs his eyes over me."

"And you..."

"Well," she said. "You know me."

He laughed softly. "Let me guess. You pretend to be outraged but meanwhile you're really enjoying the attention."

"No, no," she said. "Nothing like that. I give him sympathetic smiles, like I know Danny's being an asshole."

"Ah..."

"I'm a sympathetic person," she explained.

"And when it's a hot guy..."

"I can be extra sympathetic," she said. She gave him a squeeze.

"So then..."

"So then Danny goes off to pee for maybe the seventeenth time and Rudy comes over to me. He sits down on the sofa next to me and puts his hand on my arm. And he leans forward and his face is right in front of mine and his other hand comes up and caresses my cheek and then we're kissing."

"Nice?"

"Oh my God," she said. "So good. Lights me up all the way to... well to where it counts."

"Mmm."

"It's kind of wild, actually, cause he looks so much like Danny, I mean they're freaking identical twins right? So it's kind of like I'm kissing Danny but it's Rudy and he's... well he's a really good kisser."

"Mmm."

"Then he moves his hand up my arm and I can tell he's about to touch my breasts when the toilet flushes and the bathroom door bangs."

"Bummer."

"Yeah, well by the time Danny gets back Rudy is standing up, looking at this poster on the wall, some lake picture, boats and shit, you know."

"And you..."

"I'm trying to get my breath back," she said. "Luckily Danny is pretty wasted so he doesn't notice anything. But God I'm so turned on I'm practically melting."

"He's that good a kisser?"

"Well yeah. And the situation too. Fooling around with Danny's brother is... well it's kind of mean I guess but it's also wicked hot."

"Cause they're twins?"

"I guess so. Anyway that's what I'm feeling, and I'm hoping Danny will want to come to bed so we can take care of where I'm at but the asshole just cracks open another beer and sits down on the sofa."

"Oh no."

"I mean I know Danny likes to drink but there's a time to stop drinking and fuck your girlfriend, right?"

He laughed. "How did you end up with such an oblivious guy?"

"I was young and foolish," she said.

"So what do you do?"

"I tell Danny I'm tired and want to go to bed, like maybe he'll get the picture but he says Good night and keeps on talking to Rudy. And Rudy gives me this smoking hot look and I roll my eyes and leave the two of them."

"Mmm. Then what?"

"Well I'm super pissed at Danny of course, but still turned on. I kind of putter around a bit in case he decides to come to bed but finally I just decide to get into bed. I can hear them talking in the living room. Not what they're saying, but their voices." Her hand closed on his cock again, and she leaned forward to kiss him.

"What are you wearing?" he asked huskily. "In bed?"

"A T-shirt," she said. "My panties."

"Mmm."

"Why?"

"You should be naked," he told her.

She gave him a little punch on the shoulder.

"Ow," he said.

"I keep telling you this is a true story," she complained. "I can't change what happens."

"Just... pretend you're naked. Isn't that more fun?"

"Mmm," she said. "Maybe. Anyway."

"Anyway?"

"So i'm lying there, either naked or not, listening to their voices and I realize that their voices are subtly different. Maybe it's because identical only goes so fat or maybe because Danny is so drunk but I can pick it out, when Rudy's talking. I still can't hear the words but there's this little thrill that runs through me every time I hear his voice."

"Mmm," he murmured. "Sexy."

"Super sexy," she agreed.

"What do you do?"

"Well," she said. "I'm lying there listening and I start to touch myself. I'm still all keyed up from kissing him and I just slide my hand between my legs..."

"Since you're naked," he said.

"Or into my panties," she said. "One or the other."

"Show me," he said.

She smiled and gave him a small kiss, then moved off him and lay on her back. She parted her legs. "Why don't you touch me instead?" she whispered. "I'll help you."

He moved closer and kissed her. She took his hand and lowered it between her legs, moved his fingers. "Oh," she said. "That's nice." She paused. "That's what I'm thinking about, lying there in the bed, touching myself. I'm thinking about Rudy touching me like this, and every time I hear his voice it sends a little tingle through me. God this is good, keep on doing that."

He kissed her again. "Do you get yourself off?"

"So many times," she said.

"I want to fuck you," he whispered.

"You will," she promised. "But we aren't to that part of the story yet."

"The part..."

Her teeth flashed. "Well, you know I'm going to fuck Rudy," she said. "Just be patient."

"You're a very naughty girl," he chided her.

"I am," she said. "I can't help it, it's just who I am."

He kissed her again. "Go on," he said. "What happens next?"

"Well at some point I just fall asleep because the next thing I know I'm waking up and it's getting light out. Danny's lying on top of the bedclothes, just in his boxers. I have to pee so I slip out of bed quietly but when I come back he's awake, but he looks like shit."

"Hung over?"

"Yeah, he feels bad. I get him some pain meds and tell him to try to go back to sleep. Then I grab my bathing suit and towel and head out to the lake."

"Not skinny-dipping?"

"Of course not - Rudy might be out there."

"That would be terrible."

She clicked her tongue. "Always in a rush," she told him. "You need to learn to play the game slowly."

He paused. "Okay," he said. "So what do you do, slow game player?"

She smiled. "I just go for a swim."

"Ah," he said.

"It's a nice lake, a nice beach. Small but serviceable. I go out and swim around for a while. The water feels good and the sun is starting to climb... that's when I notice the problem, actually."

"What problem?"

"No sunscreen," she said.

He chuckled. "I feel like you're always forgetting that," he said.

"Mmm. Well, there I am anyway. Ready to lie down in the sand and if I do I'm going to get burned to a crisp."

"You have any back in the cottage?"

"Yes, but it's in my bag and I'd probably wake Danny up again. Wouldn't be nice."

"No," he agreed. "I can see that."

"But just as i'm dragging myself out of the water and wondering what to do, Rudy shows up."

"Aha."

"Yes," she said demurely. "Well... maybe."

"So what next?" he asked.

"Well," she said. "He walks down to the beach and calls to me, good morning. Then he takes off his t-shirt and starts applying sunscreen to his chest and arms."

"What's he look like?"

"He looks good. Better than Danny if I'm being honest. Good arms and chest. And a tattoo on his left shoulder of a crab. They're Cancers, him and Danny."

"Ah," he said again.

"So I'm standing there watching him and he looks over at me, raises his eyebrows. Like he's busted me staring at him. But I just ask him if he needs help with his back."

"Ha."

"Just being helpful," she said. "And he grins and turns his back to me and I grab some sunscreen and slather it on him. On his back, but also on his shoulder, on the tattoo. And I say, new tattoo? And he says yeah, you like it?"

She took a breath. "Well, I tell him. It's a little disappointing. And he looks confused. Disappointing? he asks. Why disappointing? So I give him a little kiss on the tattoo and I whisper, well, without it I could always pretend to mistake you for Danny. Then I run away from him back into the lake and start swimming away."

He chuckled. "I bet he's disappointed too."

"Oh, I don't think so."

"No?"

"No. I mean, I had just told him I wanted to pretend I'd mistaken him for Danny. That's a pretty good sign for him."

"True... what next? You fuck in the middle of the lake?"

"Don't be in such a rush," she told him, a touch of coyness in her voice.

"Why not?" he asked. "I mean you've just basically told him you want to fuck him."

"Exactly," she said. "It's his turn to do some of the work."

"Like swim after you?"

"That's a start," she agrees.

"And then..."

"He's a good swimmer," she says. "And he catches up to me. And we're both out in the middle of the lake, treading water, laughing and panting. Then he touches my arm and kisses me."

"Poor Danny," he observed.

"I know," she said. "But he shouldn't have had so much beer, then he wouldn't be hung over and he'd be there on the beach, he'd be the one kissing me in the lake. It's important with a girl like me not to take your eye off her for a minute."

"Noted," he said.

"Mmm," she said. "I think you need to kiss me. Remind me why I'm here with you."

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She opened her arms but he didn't lie down on her right away. His eyes ran across her body in the dim light,

"God," he said. "You're gorgeous." He lowered himself on top of her.

"You like my story," she observed. "I can tell." She held onto his erection, running her hand slowly up and down.

"What happens next?" he asked.

"We kiss for a bit," she said. "I don't know how long. It's a little awkward and breathless because I'm honestly not that good at treading water and we're out of our depth. I try leaning against him but I'm too heavy for him to hold both of us up. So I push off his leg and swim back towards shore."

"What does he do?"

"He paddles around a bit. I think he's trying to figure out his next move or what I want him to do and by the time he gets back on the beach I'm lying face down on my towel. I feel his footsteps in the sand and then his shadow looming over me."

"And you're..."

"Just lying there." She paused. "After a minute I say to him, kind of dreamy like... you know what you can do for me?"

"Ha!"

"Yes, well. Then I peek up at him. I tell him, you could rub sunscreen on my back so I don't burn up."

"I bet he's happy to oblige."

"Turns out he is. He goes over to his towel and comes back with sunscreen. Squirts some on my back and starts rubbing it in."

"Mmm."

"It's pretty heavenly," she admitted. "His fingers running across my back, kneading my shoulders. Then I feel him fiddling with the strap of my bikini top and I open my eyes and cut him a look."

"He's pretty bold."

"I think he operates on the principle that if you don't try to take what you want you'll never get it."

"And you..."

"Well he grins at me and says something about not wanting me to get tan lines. I think about making a fuss but smile at him and close my eyes again. It feels so fucking good, his hands on me, especially now that my top is undone. He's crouching over leaning against me and I can feel his erection pressing against my butt. Then he leans even further onto me. His hands slide down my sides and I feel his fingers on the ties of my bottoms."

"What do you do?"

"I roll over underneath him. He pushes up off the sand so I can roll and look up at him. I tell him to kiss me, which is code for not yet, but maybe soon. He leans down and kisses me and his tongue is in my mouth and his hands are on my tits, which are bare because I've left my top behind when I roll. I can feel his hard-on pressing into me, pushing against my pussy, and I'm melting there, turning into a puddle. I think if the lake came up and covered us, I wouldn't even notice. His hands, his tongue, his cock... it's all so unreal and frantic. I can feel how much he wants me and at this point I'm thinking, yes, try again with my bottoms, I'm ready for you now."

"Jesus!"

"Right? And his hands move down my sides to my waist and my hips, and he rests them there for a moment, then one of the ties undoes. And I can feel his fingers working on the other side. And I slide my hand into his trunks and his cock is like this enormous hot piece of wood, like from a fire, pressing into my hand and leaking pre-cum. I'm exploding there on my towel, waiting for him to enter me. And then... his phone rings."

"What? No! What does he do?"

"Well, he keeps kissing me, pushing his cock into my hand, stroking my sides but I can tell he's distracted. He's not fiddling with my bikini ties anymore. He kisses me some more and then mumbles that it's probably Patsy and he gets up."

"What? Right then?"

"Yup. Up on his knees then he stands up and goes over to his towel and next thing I know he's fucking talking to her! He's like, nothing. No, nothing special, just swimming. In the tent. Uh huh. And he looks over at me and I'm lying on the sand practically naked, my bikini top gone and the bottom untied and half off me. And he holds up one finger, like just a sec."

"Jesus. What do you do?"

"I get up and re-tie my bikini bottoms. I find the top and shake out the sand and put it on. Meanwhile he's waving at me, trying to get me to lie back down. And I get my towel and march back up to the cottage."

"What an... anti-climax."

She snorted with laughter. "You can say that again."

He kissed her. "I would never do that to you," he told her.

"Answer a phone call from another girl when you're in the middle of fucking me? That's good to know!"

"I'd kind of like to do that with you sometime though."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you lie down on the sand. Rub lotion on your back." He paused. "Untie your straps."

"Mmm," she said. "We'd need to find a secluded beach."

"That sounds like fun," he agreed. He paused. "We could practice now."

She giggled. "We're both naked, silly. Nothing for you to untie."

"It's okay," he told her. "Lie on your tummy."

"On the bed?"

"Yeah," he said. "Pretend you're back on the beach. Waiting for Rudy."

"Hmm," she said. But she rolled over onto her stomach and turned her head to one side. He ran his hands slowly along her back, caressing first her neck, then her shoulders and shoulder blades. He leaned down and kissed her earlobe.

"You're gorgeous," he murmured.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Thank you, Rudy," she whispered.

His fingers moved across her back, finding the ridge of her spine and following it down to the twin mounds of her ass. The hands moved apart, each cupping and kneading its own globe of flesh. "So sexy," he breathed.

She rolled over underneath him, looked up. She spread her knees apart and opened her thighs, each touching one of his hip bones. She lifted her arms up and twisted them around his neck. "Kiss me," she whispered.

He lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue pushing in and finding hers. His hands found her breasts and his hips moved. His cock moved along her pussy lips, the hardness barely entering her before pulling out and moving up higher. She caught her breath and raised her legs around him.

"I've taken your bikini off," he murmured. "And you're naked in the sand."

"Yes," she whispered. She raised her head slightly and whispered directly into his ear. "You need to fuck me, Rudy," she said. "Before someone comes along and sees us."

His cock slid along her lips one more time, then entered her. She gave a small moan. His hands gripped her ass and squeezed. His hips rose and fell, driving him into her. She clung to him, her arms and legs locked behind him. "Yes," she murmured. "God."

He felt himself getting close and forced himself to hold back, not wanting to end too quickly. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her hard. Her hips rose off the bed, his hands moved along her body to find her breasts.

"Oh Rudy," she murmured. "Fuck me." Then her breath caught in her throat. "Oh... yes. Oh... God..."

All at once he couldn't wait any longer. He drove into her, his legs and hips pushing and his hands squeezing her shoulders. He flung his head back. Heat filled his body. Everything tensed, then finally released and he collapsed on top of her, pulsing inside her.

****

They were curled up on their sides under the sheet, his arms wrapped around her body. His cock was once again erect, resting between her ass cheeks. He moved his hips slowly, drawing up and down.

"Mmm?" she asked sleepily.

He ran one hand along her flank, down from her shoulder to her waist and her hip, then caressed her thigh. He touched her ear with his lips.

"I think you owe me a happy ending," he whispered.

"What?" she asked. "Didn't you..."

"To your story." He kissed her ear again.

"Oh." She giggled. She reached back and held onto his cock. "You want more?"

"Well," he said. "You did say that you fucked Rudy. And your time together on the beach wouldn't really count as fucking. I don't think."

"No," she agreed. "Not really." She rolled over and faced him. His arm went over her shoulder and she held onto his cock. "But I'm kind of sleepy."

He didn't reply but kissed the tip of her nose.

She sighed dramatically.

"You know you're dying to tell me," he observed. She gave a little laugh.

"Okay," she said. "So, it's not the best day ever. Danny is hung over and grumpy. I'm pissed at both of them and bored. If it weren't that I'd have to spend the drive in the car with Danny I think I'd probably have said fuck it and left early. Then, in late afternoon, Rudy's girl shows up."

"Oh wow," he said. He paused. "What's she like?"

"Oh, she's fine. I'm sure she's got good qualities." She smiled. "But having her around doesn't improve things. She's got this hot little swimsuit she changes into right away and, of course,

a hot little bod to go with it. She puts Rudy to work, rubbing her all over with sunscreen."

"Ha."

"Yes... and I think Danny's ready to volunteer to help out but I give him a look and he leaves them be." She gave a small yawn. "Is this really interesting to you?"

"I'm waiting for the good parts," he told her. He kissed the end of her nose again.

"Okay," she said. "I'll skip ahead then. I don't know if she has some kind of psychic thing going on but she keeps giving me these looks like I'm not to be trusted around other women's men..."

"Well..."

"Hush," she said. She gave his cock a squeeze. "Anyway the boys grill up some more meat for us to eat then we all go to bed early. Patsy isn't sleeping in any tent so they take the other bedroom. And it turns out..." She paused.

"Hmm?"

"Let's just say the walls in the cottage aren't very thick."

He chuckled.

"Yeah, they get into it right away, and seems like Patsy likes to squeal while she's fucking. It's Oh Rudy and Oh God and Oh Jesus over and over till it sounds like they're having some kind of supernatural foursome in there. And the bed squeaking away and thumping against the wall."

"What do you do?"

"Do? What can I do? Bang on the wall? Tell them to get a room? They're in a room!"

"I thought maybe you and Danny might get inspired..."

"Danny falls asleep."

"What?"

"Yup."

"That's..."

"In his defense I don't imagine he'd slept all that well the night before."

"But still..."

"Don't ask me to explain it," she says, a little impatiently. "I'm not happy about it, I can tell you. I try rolling around a bit and accidentally bumping him with my elbow but he just keeps on snoring."

"Huh. I bet you could have figured out a way to wake him up."

"Yeah, well. I don't. He's being such an asshole that I don't feel like it." She paused. "Men are so often unsatisfactory," she added.

"I apologize," he said. "On behalf of Danny and myself and the rest of my gender."

"Very nice," she says. "Accepted on behalf of myself and my gender." She gives his cock another squeeze. "Eventually the fuckfest next door pipes down, they get tired I guess. I hear them each get up and go to the bathroom then everything's quiet. Except for Danny's snoring, of course. But I can't sleep. I lie there and count sheep and imagine peaceful meadows and the whole nine yards but nope, not happening. Finally I check the time. One forty five. I decide to get up and take a walk, need to reset my brain."

She sighs. "So I get out of bed and find my flip flops in the dark and pretty soon I'm out in the night."

He stirred. "What are you wearing?"

"Wearing? Oh, what I wore to bed. One of Danny's T-shirts."

"Underwear?"

"Yes," she said. "Of course underwear. God, you men and your lingerie fetishes."

"Sorry," he said.

"So I walk along, flipping and flopping my feet, listening to the night. It's a nice night but dark. Tiny sliver of a moon, plenty of night smells. And of course plenty of mosquitoes."

"Ouch."

"Yeah... so when I get to the beach I decide to go in the water. Partly because of the bugs, hopefully they won't follow me in. And partly to cool off. I've been so... hot and bothered since my morning encounter with Rudy and I need to take the edge off."

"So you go in."

"Yup. It's, as I say, really dark and there's nobody around so I just strip off and wade out. And it feels great. The water is cool and I lie on my back and float and the mosquitoes don't follow me. It's a great feeling, letting all the Patsy irritations and the Danny frustrations just float away."

There was a pause. "Sounds like just what you need."

Her teeth flashed again. "Not entirely."

"No?"

"It's nice, really. I lie there, floating naked on my back, run a hand down my body, touch myself. There's no rush. It's just me and my body and my fingers. Nobody I need to worry about getting off. But then suddenly there is somebody."

"What?"

"Yeah, I hear splashing and then a voice, a man's voice, calling out not to worry, it's just him."

"What do you do?"

"Well, I stop what I've been doing!" She chuckled. "I'm actually near enough to shore that I can just barely stand up. And I'm looking at the guy, who of course must be either Rudy or Danny, but the moon isn't bright enough to look for any crab tattoos on shoulders. I listen to him in the water, swimming closer, then suddenly he's right in front of me and his hands are on my shoulders and we're kissing."

"Which one is it?"

"Well... I'm not sure at first. I think it's most likely Rudy..."

"How does he end up on the beach at the same time as you?"

"I dunno. Heard me going out I guess? Smelled a horny girl on the breeze? Anyway it could just as well be Danny. It's awful isn't it? You'd think I'd be able to tell."

"Mmm." He pushed gently on her shoulder to roll her on her back but she shook her head.

"I want to be on top this time," she whispered. "It's how I was with him."

He rolled onto his back and she clambered on top of him.

"Where was I?" she asked. Her hand ran slowly up and down the length of his cock.

"Kissing in the water," he said. "Jesus, you can do that again."

She smiled and stroked him again. He moaned softly.

"Yes," she said. "Kissing in the water. We're not out of our depth, which is perfect. His hands are squeezing my ass, I've got one of his legs jammed between my thighs, And we're kissing... like fireworks. Boom... boom... boom." She grins. "I know some people fuck standing up in the water but I'm not that acrobatic. I drag him up to the sand and lie him down with his prick standing up straight and then, finally, I get what I've been waiting for. It's so good. I rub his cock against my pussy and my clit and then I need to have him inside me."

"Now," he mumbled. "Fuck me now."

She maneuvered on top of him, rubbing herself against him, then sinking down with him inside her. Her head flung back.

"Yes," she said. "Just like this. Push up off the... yes. Just like this. Oh my God." She collapsed forward, her breasts on his chest and her hair covering his face.

"It's so fucking amazing," she whispered hoarsely. "On the sand, him thrusting up into me again and again. I've been waiting all day for this..." She writhed and grabbed his shoulders. "More," she said urgently. "Push... yes..."

"Fuck me..."

"I'm fucking you," she said. "God. Can you imagine how hot we both are?"

His hips left the bed and thudded upward.

"Oh..." she cried out. He reached up and gently stroked her face. "God!" She bounced on top of him, her body flailing forward and back. "Fuck me."

"Yes!"

She squeezed her thighs together. Her breath was coming in ragged pants and her eyes were closed. He reached up and ran his palms across her breasts. Her body was slick with sweat and the air was thick with all the scents of sex. Her face contorted and she moaned.

"Oh my God," she whispered, then moaned again. "Oh..."

Gradually her movements slowed. She rolled over, pulling him with her. "Fuck me," she said again, looking up at him.

"Did you..."

"My God, yes," she cried. She laughed. "Come on..."

He needed no further urging. He covered her with his body and drove into her. There was a sheen of sweat on his face and back. Again he moaned, but this time the moan turned first into a groan, then a bellow. "Oh... fuck!" he cried, then collapsed.

They lay there, panting. "God," he said finally. "Amazing."

She smiled. "You like my stories," she said.

"You know it," he said. He paused. "And it was Rudy? Not Danny?"

She looked away and then back at him. "Yeah," she said. "Once we... finish I get a good look at him in the moonlight. Crab tattoo on the shoulder."

"Well," he said. "You'd been waiting for it."

"Oh, I know." She paused. "But... thing is. Once we're lying there on the sand afterwards... I start to feel bad. And he does too, I can tell... I mean it does suck. Me fucking Danny's twin brother."

"I guess so," he said.

"But it's also... stupendous." She paused. "So I don't know."

"So what do you do?"

She shrugged. "We both slink back to bed, me with Danny, him with Patsy."

"So it's a secret."

"Yeah... at least, I don't know, maybe Patsy knows something. She gives me the stink eye when I see her the next morning."

"And Danny?"

She sighed. "It feels bad," she said again. "What I did."

"Did you tell him?"

"What? No!"

"But you broke up."

"It was time," she said. "I think the thing with Rudy just proved that."

He didn't say anything for a while. "What about Rudy?" he asked. "Did you ever get together with him again?"

She turned her head and looked at him. Her teeth gleamed again in the dim light.

"Oh," she said. "That's a story for another night." She smiled again then kissed him lightly and stroked his cock with her fingers. "Good night."

He gazed at her. "Good night," he echoed faintly. He paused. "Can't wait," he added.