|
Title: Alternate Jealousy: A Different Point of View
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@yahoo.com
Status: complete
Category: SJR, A/U, PWP, S/J/AU-S
Rating: NC-17
Season/Sequel Info: 3rd season
Spoilers: "Point of View"
Archive: SJAdult, SJA & Heliopolis...and Organised Chaos, of course....Anyone,
please ask me and I'll most
likely say yes. I just like to know where my stories are.
Summary: Another interpretation of "Point of View," including that
jealous look of Sam's when Jack
kisses AU-Sam.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property
of MGM, World Gekko Corp and
Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for
entertainment not monetary purposes
and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously
unrecognised characters and
places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real
persons, living or dead, is
coincidental and not intended by the author.
Author's Notes: My friend, the Red Queen, was promised a Sam/Jack/AU-Sam
story, and this was the
best thing I could think of to accomplish what I'd promised.
Many thanks to my betas, Linz and Ann, for helping out with this one.
Dedication: Dedicated to the Red Queen, who loves Sam with long hair....
*********************************
Sam watched her CO walk away, then turned to stare down the other way, toward
her counterpart's temporary
quarters. After a moment's contemplation, she made her way down the hall to
knock lightly on the closed door.
"Come in," came the muffled reply.
Sam stepped into the dimly lit room. Allowing her eyes to adjust, she said,
"I was just wondering if you'd like to
join me in the commissary for something to eat?" Only after she said it did
she noticed the untouched tray.
"I'm really not very hungry," Samantha replied, hoping her voice
wouldn't betray her again.
"Ja – Colonel O’Neill left the tray for me, but...."
Sam bit her lower lip, catching the photograph on the nightstand. **My god,
they look so happy,** she thought
wistfully. "I understand," she said softly, moving closer. "But
if you don't eat, Janet will have your hide." She
relaxed a bit as Samantha chuckled at her comment.
"Yeah, so would my Janet. Then again, she'd probably be lecturing me
about being just as stubborn as Jack."
Again, her voice trailed off and Sam watched as her eyes returned to the
photograph.
Sam moved closer, sensing something in her counterpart. "What was he
like? Your husband?"
Samantha finally looked up at her, motioning toward the end of the bed. As
Sam sat down, Samantha passed
herthe photograph. "My Jack was an incredible man. We met just after the
first Abydos mission. Oh, I'd fought
to be on that first mission, but it didn't pan out. At that first debriefing, he
gave me all kinds of grief for being
a 'know-it-all scientist.' I wanted to kill him," she said, smiling as Sam
handed back the picture.
"Instead, I ended up falling in love with him. He was exactly the opposite
of what I thought I wanted in a man.
He was stubborn, arrogant, sarcastic, short-tempered when he got frustrated–"
"Which I'm sure he was often like around you?" Sam offered,
mirroring her counterpart's smile.
"Oh my yes. He'd always complain about 'that damned scientist,' but he
always managed to find himself in my
lab for no apparent reason. So one day, I finally asked him to a hockey game."
"YOU asked him out first?" Sam was stunned. She'd never have the
guts to do that.
Samantha looked at her, smiling. "Yes, I did, and he was so stunned, he
was speechless for several minutes.
Then he just nodded and hightailed it out of my lab. Charlie came in a little
while later, demanding to know
what I'd done to his best friend."
By now, the two women were laughing hard enough for tears to appear in their
eyes. Sam stretched out a hand
to touch Samantha's arm for balance. "From the photograph, it looks like
you and he were very happy
together," she finally said gently.
Samantha nodded, looking down. "Not long before the Goa'uld attacked,
we'd begun talking about having
children." She sighed heavily. "Oh, I loved him so much," she
whispered, shuddering to contain a sob.
Instantly, Sam pulled the scientist into her arms, holding her as pent-up
tears tumbled down the alabaster cheeks
to soak into her shirt. "I'm sorry," she murmured, gently stroking the
long hair. The soothing touch only caused
Samantha to cry harder, clinging to the other blonde. "It's okay," Sam
continued, not sure what else to say,
fingers still moving across and through the long, pale hair.
After a moment, she felt a change in the sobbing woman; a tensing of muscles
that brought a similar reaction in
herself. Leaning back, she tilted the lowered head to gaze into blue eyes so
like her own. Sensing the need,
she suddenly leaned in to brush her lips across her twin's.
Neither woman could have expected the jolt that went through their bodies at
that light touch. And yet, neither
chose to fight it. Sam pulled Samantha to her, lips seeking hers again, hoping
to ease the pain and grief her
counterpart felt. Tongues touched and teased as the women drew closer still. Sam
let instinct take over, and
felt her hands move along the other woman's body.
Fingers from one hand tangled in the long blonde tresses, while her other
hand moved to surround a full breast.
She'd never done this before, but it felt so natural. When she did think about
it, which she tried not to,
she tried to remember what SHE liked, then translated that to the woman in her
arms.
Briefly she wondered whether Samantha was even aroused by the same things as
she was, but that left her
mind as she felt hands beginning to unbutton her shirt, lips descending along
her neck. She whimpered softly,
temporarily forgetting to continue comforting Samantha as her own arousal flared
into being. She leaned her
head back, eyes fluttering closed, and removed her hands from her twin's body
only to allow the removal of
her shirt and t-shirt.
"Oh my." The soft murmur temporarily broke her reverie, forcing her
to open her eyes questioningly.
"Your tattoo," came the answer, one of Samantha's fingers lightly
tracing the brightly colored wings.
An odd sense of pride filled Sam at the woman's awe. "You don't have one?"
she asked in the same soft tone.
Samantha shook her head. "I don't think I could handle the pain of it,
to be honest."
"It's really not all that bad, Samantha," she replied, letting her
fingers unzip the other woman's jumpsuit.
"What got to me the most was the itching as the skin healed afterward."
She slipped the top from the woman's
body – her twin, she realized – and was delighted to see the expanse of
alabaster skin. She leaned in to take
possession of the dark lips again, gently pressing the woman back to lie on the
bed. Shifting her weight over
her twin, she slipped her hands down to fumble with the front closure of the bra.
Peeling back the soft, white
material, she leaned in to gently enclose a pale nipple within her lips.
"Oh god, Sam," she heard the woman moan breathlessly. "That's
– oh god!" came a moment later as
she lightly bit the nipple.
Sam felt a definite delight coursing through her at her lover's obvious
desire. So far, they shared the same
desires. Switching to offer the same treatment to the other nipple, she felt
Samantha shift slightly, spreading
her legs in an attempt to settle Sam between them. Acquiescing, Sam shifted her
own hips to press herself
against the warmth radiating from Samantha's groin, fingers gliding into the
waistband of her pants.
~ ~ ~
Jack felt uneasy about how he'd left Samantha Carter earlier. He knew she'd
been upset and wanting comfort
from him, but he'd felt rather uncomfortable attempting to be a poor substitute
for the husband she'd lost.
He had to admit he'd left her rather unceremoniously, then had that run-in with
his Sam Carter.
And THAT had really thrown him for a loop. After seeing that wedding photo of
the obviously happy couple,
then trying unsuccessfully to console the bereft widow, THEN running into the
major he had his own feelings
for, it all conspired against his sense of self and he'd had to get away.
Instantly, following an old pattern he thought he'd gotten over, Jack had
gone in search of his former best friend: Charlie
Kawalsky. He'd questioned the man about his deceased counterpart, tried to
assuage his guilt over the death of
this reality's Kawalsky. And he came away from that long talk with a plan.
So now Jack found himself outside Dr. Samantha Carter's guest quarters. He
could hear soft cries and moans,
and felt guilt rising up in his throat again at abandoning the woman. He knocked
lightly on the door, but
received no answer other than the soft cries. When a second, louder knock
revealed the same response, he
grew worried and tried the doorknob.
The door opened, allowing him entrance into the still-dim room. But what he
saw made Jack O’Neill stop dead in
his tracks to stare, only having enough sense to close the door to other eyes.
Before him on the bed, Jack
could see the two naked women in obvious sexual delight, causing his own body to
react in kind.
Samantha Carter leaned back against the pillows, legs up and bent to either
side, allowing Sam Carter's body to
nestle between them. Samantha's fingers were tangled in the short locks of her
twin, holding the bobbing head
between her legs, hips rising to meet Sam's face. Her body was covered in a
light sheen of sweat, her breasts
quivering with each thrust of her hips.
He forced his eyes to the other blonde on the bed, just as naked as the first.
He forced himself to take a step
to the side, attempting to drag his eyes from the firm, rounded globes of her
ass stuck straight up in the air.
Her hands were splayed across the hips of her twin, attached to arms wound under
the pale thighs on either
side of her head. Brief glimpses of her face showed a gleaming sheen, no doubt a
testament to the desire that
had grown between the two women. His eyes trailed along her spine to return to
her hips and muscled legs. It
was then he noticed the glistening trails along her inner thighs, blatant
evidence of her own arousal.
His pants were suddenly very tight and uncomfortable, his erection straining
for freedom, for the chance to
slide between either set of pale, damp thighs. But he hadn't been invited here.
He started to move away, as
quietly as possible, when Samantha's eyes popped open and focused on him.
Stretching out a hand, she
beckoned him closer, whimpering softly. Jack walked toward her, watching her
writhe under Sam's ministrations,
hearing her cries of delight. As one of his hands stretched out to take hers, he
let his other hand lightly trail
along Sam's spine.
Sam's head shot up at the touch, then she took in the sight of the man
standing next to her. "Sir?" she
rasped, desire and propriety now warring within her.
Jack tore his gaze from Samantha's eyes to look at Sam. His heart nearly
stopped at the desire in her eyes.
"I think you'd better finish what you've started there, Sam," he
replied in a low voice, then grabbed her chin
to stop her. "But first, I need to do this...." With that, he brought
his lips to hers, kissing her deeply.
He groaned at the taste of Samantha on Sam's tongue, then forced himself to
pull away and, pressing her head
back to its task, he leaned up to kiss Samantha.
Sam watched as Jack kissed her twin, feeling her own desire growing again,
then returned to her previous task.
Her lips surrounded Samantha's clit, tongue alternately pressing hard against it,
then flicking lightly across it.
She knew her twin had been close to an orgasm, and now that Jack was there, she
felt an overwhelming urge
to make it stronger.
"Sam," her twin whimpered, head leaning back against the wall as
Jack nipped his way down her throat.
It was clear by her tone, and her wildly spasming hips, that Samantha was very
close. "Please.”
Sam pressed her thumb tightly against Samantha’s clit, her eyes meeting her
twin’s.
“No, I’ve already had the pleasure twice. Maybe Jack?” She knew she was
risking a lot by using his first name.
Her breath hitching, Samantha nodded. “Please, Jack?” she moaned.
Instead of replying, he moved over to Sam, lifting her to stand before him.
His eyes took in her contours, then
met her bright eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to
claim her lips again. His hands cupped
her ass, pulling her closer, finding he was unable to get enough of her.
Sam felt his arousal through his pants, then pulled back from the kiss. She
smiled at his confusion.
“You’ve got way to many clothes on for this party, Jack,” she teased,
unbuttoning his shirt.
“Can’t have that, now can we?” he replied, then looked at Samantha. He
could see she was so close to coming.
“Samantha,” he said softly, catching her attention. “Touch yourself for me.”
“But–“
“No but’s, just do it, Samantha.”
“Okay, Jack,” came the soft reply.
Jack was quickly accepting the fact that he was in heaven....or dreaming. It
was a fantasy come true.
His eyes followed Samantha’s hands as they trailed down her body. He was
barely aware of Sam removing his
clothes, but felt the air against his skin, accompanied by soft kisses. He let
out a groan as Sam’s lips closed
around his erection, then wound his fingers into her short hair, eyes closing.
The soft whimper brought his gaze back to Samantha. Her fingers moved quickly
over her slick skin, hips
rocking toward an invisible lover....toward him. Her eyes were screwed tightly
shut, mouth open to moan
and gasp.
“Come for me, Samantha,” he said softly, and was rewarded with a cry of
pleasure as she climaxed.
“Jack!” she cried out, and stretched out a hand toward him. The raw need
in her now-open eyes sent Jack over
the edge, pumping wildly into Sam’s mouth and crying out her name.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Jack stood outside Sam’s apartment. Ever since he’d helped Charlie and
Samantha get back to their reality,
Sam had been acting strangely, avoiding him at all costs. If she spoke to him,
it was mission-related only.
And on their first night of downtime, she’d given a flimsy excuse to get out
of the regular poker game.
And now, it was two days later, and she still hadn’t left her apartment.
He knocked lightly on the door, and heard her callsomething. A moment later,
the door opened to reveal
Sam in running shorts and an oversized “Property of USAF Academy” t-shirt.
“Colonel! Sir!” she said, startled to see him. “Uhh, come on in, Sir.”
She stepped back to let him walk past
her, catching a whiff of his aftershave. Her knees began to weaken at the scent,
but she shored up her courage
and closed the door. “Is there a problem, Sir?”
Jack stopped, took in the immaculate look of the living room. Oh yeah, she
was definitely upset about
something all right. The last time her apartment had been this clean was after
she’d discovered her father was
dying of cancer, then got him to become a Tok’ra host.
“Actually, Carter,” he began, then stopped. He turned to face her. “Sam,
what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Sir,” came the quick reply as she brushed past him.
Jack caught her arm, effectively stopping her. “Sam, please don’t lie to
me. You’ve been avoiding me like the
plague for over a week now, ever since we returned Kawalsky and Samantha to
their reality.” He saw her
stiffen at the name. “Is that it? Is this somehow related to Samantha?” Sam
said nothing, staring out the patio
door, but he could see her struggling to maintain emotional control. “Sam, do
you regret what happened?”
he asked softly.
“No – Yes – I don’t know,” she replied, pulling her arm out of his
grasp. She moved into the living room, pacing,
and could feel his eyes on her.
“If it matters at all, I don’t regret it, “ he finally said. “Not one
minute of it.”
Sam turned to face him, a combination of emotions on her face: fear, relief,
anger. “You don’t regret it? You
don’t regret ANY of it?”
“Not a single moment, Sam.” He took a step closer.
“So you don’t regret sending her back? Not even for a second?” The
relief was oddly gone from her eyes.
“She didn’t belong here, Sam. This isn’t her reality. In her reality,
her husband is dead and the Goa’uld were
taking over Earth.”
“And you’re just like her husband.”
“And? So I’m just like him. You’re just like her in a lot of ways, too.
What’s your point, Sam?”
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “With all due respect, Sir,
are you really that dense that I need to
spell it out for you?”
At first stunned by her response, he quickly realized exactly what was going
on and bit back a smirk,
quipping, “Yeah, Sam, why don’t you spell it out for me. I don’t think I
can grasp the subtleties of your
jealousy just yet.” She stared at him in disbelief. “What?”
“I’ll assume all of this has something to do with that last kiss between
Samantha and me?”
“I don’t–“
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about, Sam. I know you
way better than that.”
She stood there silently for a long minute, then turned to face him, but she
wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Why?” came
the soft question. Jack started to answer when she continued. “Why did you
kiss her?”
“It seemed like the right thing to do, Sam. And we both knew nothing more
would come of it. Samantha even
said as much. I’m not her husband....and she’s not you.”
Now Sam’s eyes lifted to search his. “What are you saying, Sir?”
“Considering what we’ve done, don’t you think we’re past using ranks?”
When she didn’t answer, he moved to
guide her to the couch. “Sam, I don’t understand why you’re so jealous of
that kiss between Samantha and me.”
“In her reality, you married her. How can I think to compete with that?”
“You aren’t. That was her reality, this is ours. And if I get any say in
the matter, I fully intend to do what I
can to make you happy.”
She stared at him again. “But–“
“But what, Sam? Did you think I joined you and Samantha just because of
her? Or just to fulfill some typical male
fantasy about two women?” She looked away, cheeks coloring in embarrassment.
“Sam, if you remember
everything that happened, you’ll realize that other than kissing her, I never
really touched Samantha. You were
the one that I made love to, Sam, not her. You were the one that I **wanted** to
make love to, not her.”
“But the regulations–“
He sighed, trying not to chuckle. “It’s kind of late for that, isn’t it,
Sam? I mean, if that was really a
consideration for you, you wouldn’t have done anything that took place in that
room, would you?” She started
to protest, then closed her mouth and simply shook her head. “Okay, so then I
don’t understand why you’re
like this now?”
“I don’t know. I just – You have no idea how I felt when I saw you
kissing her.”
“Yes, I do, Sam. It was the same way I felt when I walked in to see you
making love to her. I wanted you to
have that sort of enthusiasm to make love to ME.” He couldn’t help smiling
at her surprised look. “You didn’t
think I had any feelings for you?” When she shook her head, he chuckled and
placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Sam, I’m not the kind of man who sleeps with just anyone, okay? I only do
it if I really have feelings for the
woman. And I do have feelings for you, okay? I was happier than hell when we
made love that night, and
grateful as hell to Samantha for facilitating it.”
“But she didn’t instigate anything, Jack,” came the soft reply.
Jack slipped his fingers beneath her chin, tipping her face up to gaze into
her eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me,
Sam. All that matters is that it ended up allowing me to fulfill a fantasy I’ve
had ever since you first walked into
that briefing room and stood up to my men and me.”
“That long? Really?” She smiled at that thought.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, chuckling, and gazed into her eyes. Then he leaned
in to brush his lips lightly across
hers. He hadn’t intended it to go any farther, wanting only to allay her guilt
over their lovemaking. But the feel
of her lips beneath his brought his feelings for her to the surface, and he
found himself wanting her all over again.
He did his best to restrain himself, but when Sam wound her arms tightly around
his neck, nipping at his lower
lip, he pulled back to stare at her. “Are you sure about this, Sam?” he
rasped, wanting nothing more than to push
her back onto the couch and prove his ardor. But he wasn’t about to push her
into anything she didn’t want to
do either.
She leaned in for another long, sweet kiss, then stared up into his dark eyes
and smiled lazily. “Oh, I’m sure, all
right. Make love to me, Jack.”
He grinned broadly. “Well, now I’ve never been one to disregard the needs
of a beautiful woman, particularly this
woman in my arms.”
Sam grinned in response. “So, Flyboy, you gonna be able to survive this
couch?”
Rather than respond, he stood and scooped her up into his arms, heading off
toward her bedroom, his lips
capturing hers once again. Stepping into the bedroom, Jack carefully lowered Sam
to her feet, lips seeking hers
once again. His hands gently gripped her hips, holding her close for a moment
before sliding under the hem of
her t-shirt to warm her bare skin.
Sam whimpered as his fingers slid up the length of her back, then giggled as
he pulled back from the kiss to
stare at her questioningly, fingers teasing the skin where her bra should have
been.
“So you WERE expecting me,” he murmured, smirking. “Sweet.”
“Sure, Jack,” she replied, “whatever you sa–“ Her words were cut
off by a loud gasp as Jack’s hands moved
around to cup her breasts, his rough palms gently chafing her sensitive nipples.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she
let her head fall backwards to expose her pale throat.
Jack tugged the shirt up and over her head, then leaned over to pull a pert
nipple between his lips, once again
holding her hips. Gently, he suckled and flicked his tongue over the sensitive
flesh, grinning at her whimpers.
“Jack,” she moaned as he switched to tease her other nipple. “God,
please,” came a moment later as his
fingers hooked into the waistband of her boxers and began tugging them down her
long legs. She forced her
eyes open to watch Jack kneel before her, pulling away from her chest to ease
the boxers from her feet.
A deep flush suffused her face and chest as she felt Jack’s eyes take in her
naked form. For whatever reason,
she found his perusal of her body now to be far more erotic than it had been the
first time he’d gazed at
her nakedness.
“God, Sam, you are so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing reverent lips to
her stomach. Inhaling, he could smell
her arousal, increasing his own. Unable, and unwilling, to stop himself, he
kissed his way down through the damp
patch of curls, holding her hips to balance her as she shifted her legs open.
Gently he nuzzled his way between
her thighs, tongue lapping up the first drops of her desire. With the careful
precision of an attentive and
worshipful lover, Jack tenderly reacquainted himself with her sensitive flesh.
When his tongue flicked across her
clit, causing Sam’s body to twitch, he grinned and repeated the action.
Sam felt the tremors deep within and knew she wouldn’t be able to withstand
the coming onslaught.
“Jack,” she whimpered. “Jack, I can’t keep standing. I’m gonna fall.”
Without stopping, Jack eased her legs over his shoulders, bringing her closer,
and slipped his hands
around to support her back and buttocks. As her fingers wound into his hair,
whether for support or to hold him
close, Jack sucked her clit between his lips and began to hum, knowing it would
send her over the edge.
He kept up his gentle assault as she cried out his name, her body arching toward
his as she came.
Quickly, Jack slid out from beneath her, scooping her up
into his arms, then placing her on the bed. He shed his
clothes, eyes never leaving hers, then moved to join her on the bed. He lightly brushed his lips across hers as he
pulled her into his arms.
“I want you,” she murmured, weakly lifting a leg up over his.
“No problem,” came his reply as he gently slid into her, rolling over on top of her. As he felt himself fill her, he
kissed her again, then began a slow, easy rhythm with his hips.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Sam lifted her own hips to meet his. "More, Jack," she begged, nipping at
his lower lip. "Deeper."
Willingly, he complied, groaning as she began flexing her
inner muscles around him. Not only did he lengthen his
strokes, he quickened them, feeling his own desire growing. His lips latched onto her nipple again, his
fingers sliding between them to tease her still-sensitive clit.
“Yes!” she cried, body spasming against him. “Oh god, Jack! Faster, Jack! Oh please, I’m so – God!”
Jack sped up, grunting as he slammed into her, then he suddenly flipped them over, so she was on top. Climax
imminent, Sam sat up and began to ride him, impaling herself on his rigid member. He barely kept his hands on
her hips for guidance, and groaned as he watched Sam’s hand trail down to attack her clit.
“Come on, baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth, his own hips rising up to push himself further into her.
“Come for me, Sam. Come on, baby, come for me.”
With a strangled cry of his name from her lips, Sam came, spasming around him as she continued to move
her hips up and down. The fierce clamping around his erection brought his own climax about as he shot his
seed deep into her clutching flesh.
Sam fell forward, unable to keep herself upright, and nuzzled against his chest. “Oh god, Jack,” she finally
murmured as she yawned.
Trying to catch his breath, Jack pressed his lips lightly to the top of her head. “Shh,” he mumbled in reply.
“Sleep now, talk later.”
~ * ~ * ~ *
Sam whimpered softly in her sleep, fingers clutching at the sheets to either side of her. “Oh yes, Jack,” she
whispered. “Yes, Jack, more! Oh god, harder, Jack! I’m
so close!” Then suddenly, she woke up, crying out
Jack’s name as she came. Her climax was so strong and so sudden, she began to cry.
“Shh, it’s okay, Sam,” Jack murmured, stroking her back. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
“Jack?” Sam whimpered.
“I know,” he replied, gently easing into her. He let her determine their rhythm, gently kissing away her tears.
All speech stopped as they slowly made love, allowing only soft sighs and gasps until they climaxed.
Once again, Jack held Sam close, gently caressing her back. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you
are, Sam?”
“Maybe,” came her soft reply. “But I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”
She lifted her head to gaze into his eyes.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Sam Carter. I don’t
know what I did to get you into my
life, but I’m damned happy about it.”
“Thank you, Jack,” she murmured, settling against his chest again.
They lay there in companionable silence for a few moments, until Sam was
almost lulled back to sleep by
Jack’s gentle hand on her back. Then he spoke. “Um, Sam? Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Jack,” she replied.
“So, um, what – Ahh – How did it feel to fuck yourself?”
Sam pulled back suddenly to stare at him. “What?”
He could see she was trying desperately not to laugh at him. “Exactly what
I asked. I mean, in a way that’s
what you were doing, you know. I mean, physically there’s like only the hair that’s different...at least from what
I could see.”
She debated his question for a moment, then smiled and lightly slapped his
chest. “You ask the strangest
questions at the strangest times, you know that?”
“Ya think?” came his sarcastic reply, tho’ the look in his eyes was
serious.
She smirked, then leaned in to kiss him lightly. “It was kind of strange,
but kind of erotic in its own way.
I mean, she liked a lot of the same things I like, so it made it easier to please her.” She paused a moment,
then looked at him again. “So what was it like to watch me basically fucking myself?” She
nearly choked on her
laughter at his expression, coupled with his “sleeping” member waking again.
“Ahhhh....Do I have to answer that?” he asked, avoiding her gaze, but he
felt her nod. Taking a deep breath,
he met her gaze. “It was probably the hottest, most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I was more than happy to
join you both. But once I kissed Samantha and realized rather quickly that she WASN’T
you,
all I wanted was
to make you happy. Granted, I was enjoying myself watching you both, especially when–“
“Oh yeah!” she said quickly, covering his mouth with hers. When she pulled back from the kiss, she smiled at
him. “I know what you’re talking about. It was definitely something I’ll never forget. I mean, how often can you
claim to have been making love to your twin while the man of your dreams is making love to
you?”
**************************************************
|