Divided

  Becca gave a little moan but did as the light twin requested.

  Truth caught his breath at the beauty of her pussy. She had a tiny, neat thatch of black curls and below that, her outer cunt lips were swollen with need—so much that her pussy seemed to be opening to him, almost like a flower. Her interior was the same ripe, berry-brown color as her nipples. Truth even thought he could see the tiny bud of her clit peeking out from between her pussy lips.

  Such beauty should be worshiped, he caught himself thinking. Worshiped gently and tenderly and very, very thoroughly with both fingers and tongue. He had never had such impulses before as the Rai’ku forbade such things. But now, kneeling between Rebecca’s lovely spread thighs, they seemed perfectly right and natural…

  No, I can’t, he told himself fiercely. Not even in a dream or whatever this place is. I can’t go so far, no matter how I long to.

  Instead of his tongue, he used his hand. Reaching between her thighs, he cupped Becca gently, holding her warm, wet flower in his palm, loving the feel of her delicate, fragile beauty being entrusted to him.

  Becca had tensed when he first touched her. But as he simply sat there, cupping her, letting her get used to his touch, she seemed to relax. She let out a soft sigh and her body lost some of the tension Truth had felt thrumming through her. Finally, he felt her rest more fully against his palm.

  “You have good instincts, Brother,” Far murmured. “Our lady knows she can trust you—she knows she’s in safe hands.”

  “I would…never hurt her,” Truth said hoarsely. “I wish only to bring her pleasure.”

  “Then stroke her,” Far said quietly. “Spread her pussy lips and stroke her inner folds. Becca won’t mind, will you, mi’now?”

  Becca looked up, her eyes half-lidded—almost drowsy with pleasure.

  “It’s all right, Truth,” she whispered. “I…I don’t mind.”

  “As you wish,” Truth growled hoarsely. Spreading her swollen outer lips with his index and ring fingers, he stroked lightly along the sensitive inner folds. The sensation was indescribable—warm, wet, velvety—and her sweet, hot, utterly feminine scent which rose to him made his cock throb.

  Becca moaned and arched her back as he explored her gently but thoroughly, first stroking along the side of her hot little clit carefully, then circling the tiny bud with his finger, all the while wishing it was his tongue. Soon Becca was moaning continuously.

  “Oh,” she gasped, her hips twitching as he continued to stroke and explore her. “Oh, please…that feels so good.”

  “I’m glad,” Truth told her. He nearly groaned himself at the pleasure on her lovely face and the soft, helpless sounds she was making. “I want to bring you pleasure, Rebecca. I want to make you come.”

  “Oh…oh, Mother of God…oh, please.” Her hips bucked again and he had the sudden urge to thrust into her—not with his fingers but with his cock. He could just imagine how soft and wet and tight she would feel around his aching shaft. And she would be even tighter because Far would be taking her ass at the same time…

  No, he told himself fiercely. No, I shouldn’t be thinking this.

  “Well?” Far said softly, breaking into his guilty thoughts. “Is she wet, Brother?”

  “Very,” Truth answered hoarsely. “Her inner folds are slippery with her sweet honey.”

  “I’m sure she’s even wetter inside,” Far murmured. “Deep inside.” Leaning down, he kissed Becca again. “Mi’now, can Truth penetrate you? Will you let him put his fingers deep inside you and fingerfuck your sweet little pussy?”

  “Oh!” Becca gasped and then nodded. “Yes…yes, please,” she whispered. Far’s hot words seemed to be sending her into overdrive.

  Truth had to admit his twin was exceptionally good at talking dirty. Then again, it could be just that the whole situation felt deliciously forbidden. He’d never touched a female with another male looking on before. Never had another male direct his actions as he watched while Truth carried out his suggestions. It was altogether different…and altogether addictive.

  “Touch her,” Far said, as though reading his thoughts. “Slide your fingers deep into her wet little cunt and touch bottom, Brother. See if she would be deep enough to take us if we entered her together.”

  Truth frowned. “We will never do that,” he said shortly. “But…very well.”

  Sliding his fingers down her delicate, slippery folds, he at last located the entrance to Becca’s pussy. She was even wetter here, her secret inner passage dripping with her juices, making his mouth water again to taste her.

  Truth did his best to ignore the impulse. Instead, he slid two fingers gently inside her, pressing deep until he found the end of her channel. Gods, she was like velvet! So sweet and warm and wet and tight. She moaned and gave a low cry of pleasure when he pressed against the mouth of her womb. His cock surged and he did it again…and again…and again.

  Soon they had a regular rhythm going. Truth thrust into her, fucking deeply into her soft little cunt with two fingers while Becca cried out softly and arched to meet his thrusts. At the same time, Far was kissing her and twisting her nipples gently. Truth heard him murmuring that she was beautiful, so beautiful to open herself like this. To let Truth fuck her sweet pussy with his fingers.

  “Are you close, Becca?” he murmured, plucking both nipples at once between his fingers. “Are you going to come for us? Come with Truth’s fingers deep inside you?”

  “I…I think so.” Becca moaned and arched her back. “Oh, please…I need…I need…”

  “She needs to have her clit stroked.” Far looked at Truth. “Would you mind, Brother? Could you let me caress our lady’s clit while you penetrate her pussy?”

  Again, Truth knew what he was doing—this was the most intimate sharing they’d done so far. He knew it was wrong and yet…it felt so right he couldn’t help himself. And he couldn’t deny that he wanted to watch his brother, to see Far’s hand stroking the delicate, ripe bud of Becca’s clit.

  “Yes,” he muttered, still fucking her with his fingers. “But get on with it—I think she’s close.”

  “Thank you,” Far said softly. Reaching down with one hand, he stroked over Becca’s trembling belly and slid two long fingers into her wet folds.

  Truth watched, mesmerized, as his brother opened the woman he loved and caressed the tender bud of her clit. He watched her reaction—the way her back arched—the soft, breathless moans of pleasure as her orgasm built inside her until she was right on the edge. And somehow he knew, she was about to come.

  “Come for me, Rebecca,” he muttered, still pressing deep inside her. “Come for both of us.”

  “That’s right, mi’ now,” Far murmured. “Come while I stroke your clit and Truth fucks your hot little cunt with his fingers. Come…now.”

  Becca cried out, her hips bucking wildly and Truth couldn't help thinking it was a good thing there were two of them to hold on to her or she might have bucked her way right off the bed.

  As it was they were able to stay with her and ride out her orgasm. Truth cursed softly and with feeling when he felt the inner muscles of her tight sheath contract, pulling against him as though she was trying to get more of him inside her. She would try to draw my cock in deeper just like this if we were making love, he couldn’t help thinking. If we were bonding.

  For a brief moment he had a mental image of him and his brother fused together, entering Rebecca as one, making her theirs forever. No! He pushed it quickly away. Better to just enjoy this moment and not wish for anything more.

  Truth stayed with Becca until the very end, as did Far. Only when she was finally still and panting between them did they both withdraw, as if by mutual consent.

  Truth slid his two fingers smoothly from her tight sheath with a feeling of regret. Gods, she was so beautiful! When would he get to see her like this again—naked and unashamed and fucking gorgeous?

  As he withdrew his fingers, he couldn’t help noticing that they were shiny wit
h her honey. He thought about wiping them on the bed but he didn’t want to do that. What he wanted to do—desperately—was to lick them. To taste Rebecca’s warm, wet essence and suck his fingers clean of her honey, just as Far had done when he sucked her fingers during their last encounter.

  The indecision must have shown on his face because when he looked up, Far was watching him.

  “Go ahead, Brother,” his twin said softly. “Taste her juices. I know you want to.”

  “Gods, I do, but…” Truth shook his head.

  “Don’t say you shouldn’t,” Far said. “You absolutely should. She’s your lady—our lady. It’s natural to want to taste her honey. Do it, Truth.”

  Truth needed no more urging to give in to the forbidden impulse. With a low groan, he slipped his wet fingers between his lips and sucked hard. A warm, delicious flavor—Rebecca’s flavor, he realized—exploded across his tongue. Gods, she tasted amazing. Salty and sweet and utterly feminine. His mouth watered to get between her legs and lick that delicious essence straight from the source. Only his willpower, coupled with the knowledge that he’d never done that particular act before and didn’t know if he would get it right, stopped him.

  At last, when his fingers were thoroughly cleaned, he looked up and saw that Becca and Far were watching him quietly. There was a look of uncertainty on both their faces.

  They’re wondering if I’m going to get angry again, he suddenly realized. Wondering if I’m going to regret my actions and blame them for what we all did together.

  But though he knew he should, he couldn’t regret what they had just done. Watching Rebecca come, hearing her soft moans and knowing that he was the cause of them, sharing her pleasure with Far…it had been the most memorable sexual experience of his life and though he knew it was wrong it had felt so incredibly right.

  Besides, we didn’t really do anything, he reminded himself. There’s nothing to be angry about because none of this really happened. It’s all in our minds. Or in those damn slime tanks we’re submerged in—however you want to look at it.

  Far cleared his throat. “Brother?” he said in a questioning tone. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine,” Truth said gruffly. “Why are you both staring at me like that?”

  “No reason,” Becca said softly.

  Far simply shrugged noncommittally.

  “Well then, let’s get down to business,” Truth growled. “If Far’s theory is correct, we just raised enough energy to project a whole pile of kilts or quilts or whatever Rebecca calls them. So let’s get started.”

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Far felt a cautious surge of relief when it seemed that his twin was going to be all right with what had just happened between the three of them. He had been worried that Truth would be angry at the way they had shared Becca. Thank the Goddess, though, the dark twin seemed to be, if not completely comfortable with what they had done, then at least not unhappy enough to refuse to work together.

  The three of them sat on the bed, their backs against the headboard, with Becca in the middle. As it should be, Far couldn’t help thinking. Nor could he help the warm glow that suffused his entire being when he remembered the sweet, trusting way their lady had given herself, or the way he and Truth had worked together to pleasure her. Maybe they could come together after all. A few more encounters like the one they had just had and he had a feeling neither Becca or Far could deny the three of them ought to bond.

  He loved them both so much. In different ways but with a passion both deep and true. Please, Goddess, he prayed silently. Bring us together. Let them see how we need each other—how we should be one.

  “Well,” Becca said, breaking into his silent prayer. “How should we start? Personally if we only get one shot at this thing, I vote we try and project some clothes to wear. What do you think?”

  “I think we should have more than ‘one shot’ after what we just did,” Truth said, frowning. “But I agree about the clothing. It’s chilly here and if we’re ever going to find Vashtar, we can’t spend all our time on the sleeping platform warming each other up.”

  “I wouldn’t mind,” Becca said and immediately her light brown cheeks went rosy with a blush. “Uh, that is, I mean…I don’t know why I said that.”

  “It’s all right, mi’now,” Far told her. “You were simply expressing your satisfaction in the pleasure we gave you.”

  “A male likes to hear such things,” Truth growled. “It’s good to know you enjoyed yourself.”

  “I more than enjoyed myself,” Becca confessed in a soft tone. “I…I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so intense in my life. It was…amazing.”

  “The connection was intense,” Far agreed.

  “Even if the three of us are actually in separate tanks, it felt real.” Truth sounded thoughtful.

  It was real—to me. But Far didn’t say it aloud. If it made his brother feel better to remember that they weren’t actually touching physically in the Mindscape, then he was willing to leave him the illusion that the bond slowly forming between them was imaginary as well. But it’s not. The mental and physical connection between us grows with each encounter, Brother. Even now I can pick up on some of your emotions. Your mind is becoming more open to me every time we share our sweet lady and hold her between us…

  “So what kind of clothes should we make to start with?” Becca asked, her cheeks still rosy. “If you guys don’t mind, I’d really like it if you did me first. Uh…” Her blush got even darker. “I mean…”

  “It’s all right, mi’now,” Far told her. “We know what you mean—you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

  “Okay, I just…I know I keep saying this but I just have never…done anything like what we did. I mean, not with, you know, two guys at once.”

  “I haven’t either,” Truth said unexpectedly. “It was strange to me too. Strange but very pleasurable,” he added in a low voice. “Almost too pleasurable.”

  “So….clothes?” Becca asked brightly. “We seem to keep, uh, getting off the subject.”

  “The subject being can we make you some clothing to cover up your luscious curves?” Far raised an eyebrow at her. “Seems a shame, doesn’t it, Brother?” he asked Truth.

  “It really does,” Truth agreed, his pale eyes raking over Becca with obvious desire. “But since our lady is cold…”

  “We must make her something to warm her up,” Far finished for him. “Very well, let us all three concentrate on clothing for Becca.”

  The three of them closed their eyes and Far thought as hard as he could about something Becca could wear. She is cold and needs to be kept warm, he thought. Clothing…we need warm clothing…

  His intense mental effort was interrupted when Becca gave a little gasp of surprise.

  “Oh—what in the world is this?” she exclaimed.

  Far opened his eyes and saw that their lady did indeed now have clothing on. The problem was, it was the strangest clothing he had ever seen.

  “What is this?” Becca repeated. “It looks like half parka and half negligee.”

  Indeed, the left half of her body, where Far was sitting, was clothed in a warm winter coat that went down to her knees. But on the right half, where Truth was sitting, Becca had on a lacy, wispy little nightgown which barely covered her breasts and sex. On her feet were a warm pair of furry boots.

  “It’s certainly…different,” Far said noncommittally. “I wonder how it happened—we must have all been imagining different things.”

  Truth gave a low curse, his cheeks a dull red. “Apologies. I fear the, uh, less substantial part of your new outfit is my fault.”

  Becca raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s very nice…if not very warm.”

  “Yes, I realize that,” the dark twin growled. “It wasn’t very considerate of me—not nearly as thoughtful as what Far pictured for you.” He nodded at the half of her covered in the thick coat.

  “What did you imagine for yourself?” Far asked her.
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  “These.” She nodded down at the furry boots. “My feet always get cold first so I was concentrating on them. I figured I could leave the clothes to you two.” One corner of her mouth quirked up. “Guess I was wrong, huh?”

  “This wasn’t a completely successful projection but at least we made something appear,” Far said. “Let us try again. This time, Becca, you describe exactly what you want and we’ll all picture it together.”

  “Well,” Becca said. “What I think would be best is…” And she went into a long description of some kind of Earth clothing that Far was certain he would understand better if he was female. He tried to follow along but he could see Truth’s eyes glazing. Clearly the dark twin had no interest in fashion.

  “All right,” he said at last, before the detail got too overwhelming. “Let’s try again.”

  The three of them closed their eyes and thought as hard as they could, trying to get every detail just as Becca had described.

  Unfortunately, they were only partially successful.

  “Oh…” Becca looked down at the colorful outfit she wore in apparent disappointment. It was a big, baggy shirt which seemed to be made of some kind of animal hair—well, half of it was, anyway. The other half was made of much smoother, shinier fabric. It was pale blue on one side and dark green on the other. The pants that went with the shirt weren’t much better. They looked itchy and ill fitting to Far and again, they were two different colors.

  “Apologies, Rebecca,” Truth said, frowning at her new outfit. “I tried to picture everything just as you described it. Only I thought you said the top should be green and the bottom blue.”

  “I thought she wanted a blue top and a green bottom,” Far objected.

  “Well, Truth got the colors right, anyway,” Becca said, looking down at the right side of herself. “Honestly, I was just trying to describe my favorite pair of jeans and a green sweatshirt.”

  Truth frowned. “Is that a shirt which makes you sweat or is it somehow made of the sweat of some kind of animal? Do you have a beast on Earth whose bodily excretions can be made into wearable products?”