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Sometimes, I can’t help but feel shy with the brothers when it comes to their naughty requests. Sex with two experienced men can range from vanilla to straight up kink, including role-play.
I blush fiercely as I recall the first time they’d presented me with a costume. I turn my face further toward the window so neither brother can see my embarrassment, but both appear caught up in whatever mini-crisis they have to deal with tomorrow anyway.
So I let my thoughts wander.
Yep, that cat-suit was quite the number, I grin as I remember how difficult it had been to slide into the tight leather. But damn they made it worth it.
I stifle a giggle, and quickly glance at the two men. Still distracted, I note.
Oh gosh, what about the maid outfit? Now I really want to laugh out loud and I control the urge desperately. The skimpy black and white number barely covered my ass, and the top was so low I was convinced my boobs would fall out. In fact, they did fall out once or twice, despite my efforts to keep them in the dress.
I shake my head. Of course, Gabe and Tom just had to insist that I serve them drinks in the parlor, dressed like that. They knew what was going to happen.
What was so embarrassing about this particular costume wasn’t so much the outfit itself, but that Tom’s butler Hendricks accidentally spotted me when I’d been trying to sneak down the stairs. We’d cleared the mansion, but I guess Hendricks had forgotten something and come back to get it. I’d locked eyes for the briefest of moments with the old man before he’d turned away in a rush. Then, I ran into the parlor, my tailfeathers shaking.
I can’t help it and immediately start laughing, tears rolling down my cheeks from the hilarity of the absurd memory.
“What’s so funny?” Tom finally looks up and smiles at me quizzically.
Between laughs, I manage to answer him. “Hendricks,” I gasp, “and the maid costume.”
At that, the brothers howl. The entire backseat of the limo is a cacophony of laughter for the next several moments.
“I promise,” Gabriel says when he’s finally caught his breath, “that we will make sure that, in the future, all staff have been informed to avoid certain parts of the house during role-play.”
“I think he came back to get something he’d forgotten. It happens,” I say with mortification.
“Poor Hendricks,” Tom repeats. “He certainly got an eyeful.”
“I hope he doesn’t have a heart attack,” I quip and we all shake with laughter again.
Eventually calm and order are restored, and Tom and Gabriel return to their tasks.
It’s fun, I admit, role-playing and getting out of my comfort zone. How have these men have taught me so much?
It’s safe to say – and not just because I was a virgin before I met the Costas brothers – that I had never even thought I would like something like role-play or different types of sex. But now, I’m constantly curious and eager to learn from my two willing teachers.
Plus, I acknowledge with a happy smile, they make me feel so sexy and attractive.
One thing I’ve come to adore about the brothers is how much they admire my curves. They are constantly encouraging me to eat, and insist that I flaunt my body. The confidence boost has been astounding, and I’m grateful for this lesson, in addition to everything else they’ve shown me.
A few minutes later, we finally pull up to the Long Island mansion. Without waiting for the chauffeur to do so, Gabriel opens the door and hops out, offering me a hand.
“My new necklace isn’t that heavy,” I tease but accept his help anyway. Tom climbs out after me, and the three of us head into the mansion.
“You know, I think we may have to follow through with seeing that necklace on you nude sooner rather than later,” Gabriel says, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
I mockingly roll my eyes at him. Tom grabs at my waist and I squeal, darting just out of his reach.
“Only if you can catch me!” I sass back. Quickly, I bound up the stairs, my two lovers in hot pursuit. At the top of the stairs, Tom jumps around me and sweeps me off my feet.
“Ha!” Gabriel whoops, and follows us into Tom’s bedroom.
I like Tom’s room because it fits his personality exactly. It’s decorated with dark gray masculine furniture, elaborate world maps, and various figurines from his travels.
But I don’t have too much time to observe the room because within seconds, Tom has tossed me on the bed and he and Gabriel make quick work of removing every stich of my clothing – excluding the stunning emerald necklace.
And for the next long while, I forget about disruptive emails and sudden city visits and can only think about how much I love living with the Costas brothers. We make love, and I wear my brand new necklace the whole time. The gem glints as the brothers push into me, and in one particularly naughty situation, the jewel comes off and is inserted into my womanhood as the men growl with appreciation. I come explosively, and the Costas brothers laugh before taking me all over again.
