Despite a complete lack of popular demand, here is the second and last Keno brothers story. Hey, it's my fantasy, and who knows, there've got to be some other nerdgirls out there who've had these thoughts. Anyway, enjoy, and as always, feedback is welcome!
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There are those of us who get on
Antiques Roadshow,
and those of us who don't. I'm a damn good appraiser and a nice-looking girl, but I don't have the screen presence or the fancy reputation to get on TV. But it doesn't bother me, because I'm also a New Yorker who's never really comfortable outside the city. Besides, I have a name inside the business, with those who matter.
I'd known Leslie and Leigh for about a year, and liked them both very much. They were always gentlemanly and gracious, and their looks were nothing to complain about either. Surprisingly, it wasn't that hard to tell them apart. Mostly it was physique that gave them away; Leigh was broader through the chest and shoulders, Leslie leaner. I'd have settled for either of them any day, but it was what I call a "sighing situation," as in, "Sigh, nice dream, now back to reality."
But lately things had been happening that made me wonder. Nothing blatant, just the brush of a body, the light touch of a hand, the comment made close to the ear. Sometimes I'd let my imagination go with it, only to earn myself an aching, wet cunt. But mostly I told myself it was just teasing flirtation. After all, they were two charming lads. So I let it go on, not encouraging it, but not discouraging it either.
Then one late afternoon in the middle of a hot July, I was working on some auction items with them. It was some really upper-crust stuff, and the seller wanted it appraised by people who knew their business. We'd been poking around this place for hours, and I was finally going over my last item when I heard them approach.
I turned around and said, "You guys finished already?"
"Yeah," Leslie said, "looks like you're about done too."
"Yeah, just about." I stood to make a note in my book, then snapped the cover shut. "I guess that ties it up. I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to get some dinner."
"That sounds like a great idea," Leigh said. "Why don't the three of us go together?"
"Well, I'm not really dressed for it," I said, looking down at my body wearing demin short-shorts, a pink A-shirt, and sandals. Then I had a thought. "Look, why don't we get a cab to my place, I'll change clothes, and then we'll go out?"
That was kind of a seductive offer, I thought after I'd said it. But hey, you never know where a simple remark could lead....
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We crowded into the cab, one twin on either side of me. Pshew! How many women would give their eyeteeth to be in my position? There was only one thing to do: enjoy it. So I did, settling back into the vinyl seat and breathing in their pheromones. I wondered if pheromones really worked, because if they did, the twins were drowning in the subconscious scent of receptive pussy.
Then I felt a hand on my thigh. A gentle lie of a warm palm, not demanding, just enjoying. I didn't say anything, but I stretched a little in the seat, letting my legs slide uncrossed.
On my other thigh, fingers started making soft wavy patterns. Nobody looked at anybody else, but everybody knew what was going on. The fingers moved upward, the hand inward. Okay, make that the obvious scent of receptive pussy.
It was my move now. The closest I'd ever come to anything kinky was Version #5 of The World's Most Ghastly Perm, circa 1987. Back then I'd have been appalled if two guys had started feeling me up. But of course I was older, wiser, and hornier now, having recently (if the books were right) reached my sexual peak. And this was the Keno brothers seducing me!
So why not? I moved my fingers gradually outward, brushing against their thighs. Now Leigh's palm moved to the smooth skin of my inner thigh, and Leslie's fingers slipped under the leg of my shorts and explored the crease where my leg met my abdomen. Momentarily I wished I'd have worn sexier underwear, but by then Leslie's pinky finger was almost at my pussy lip, and the sudden burst of heat and wetness in my slit made all other thoughts vanish.
I moved my right hand up Leslie's thigh, matching his boldness, till the heel of my hand touched the edge of his bulge. I could feel the tension of the fabric of his chinos stretched across it. Then it was Leigh's turn. For him a more discreet approach: I trailed my fingertips down to his knee and then back up again, letting them come to rest just shy of the ridge under his fly. I was rewarded; the brothers both shifted a little in their seats, then resumed their ministrations.
They didn't actually touch my pussy, but just as we got ready to exit the cab I glazed my palms over their bulges. We got out of the cab as if nothing had happened--the twins insisted on paying the fare--and on the way to my door they both offered me their arms. I felt like a model in a fashion ad, sashaying up the steps with a fabulous blond at each side and the perfect breeze fanning out my equally perfect hair and oodles of paparazzi stamping on each other's heads to snap my picture....
Reality intervened briefly as we climbed the stairs to my apartment and I let us in. It's a pretty nice place, if small, and I'm a neat freak so there were no worries about how it looked. I put my purse down and asked them if they'd like something to drink. I had half a bottle of some nice white wine in the fridge, and that sounded good to all of us, so I poured three glasses, we drank a few swallows, and then I said, "Well, I guess if I'm going to change clothes, I better do it now."