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The Incubus' Bride
Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
having on. His shoes…….they sparkle and flare up, like they are made of some darkish gold or something valuable of the sort. Magnificent-o! This is my very much handsome brother, not so? Let’s see if I can beat and kill his look! “You always enjoy doing things late, don’t you?” Jules asks me madly and furiously. Wait a second. How long has he been here at my house? Three seconds….minutes….hours….what exactly? “What do you mean by that?” I ask him while throwing off my towel so that I remain wholly and absolutely naked. He sizes and surveys up my big damn fine ass. Screw him! Mine bums are a bunch small bigger than his are, and I am wondering if he is really jealous of that or not. I put on a clean pair of blue underwear….men’s undies just to be specific. “Do you have the slight idea of how long it is that I have been here waiting for you, man? Almost two hours, and you showed no any signs of aliveness, let alone did you bother to kick your fine damn ass up,” I almost laugh and chuckle out as Jules complains bitterly and soberly. Damn him for it! I laugh and snigger out here and then. “Dude. I was…..nailing up Evette in my bed.” He looks puzzled and astound. “Evette….she is here?” “That’s right, Jules.” I am comfortable having blue undies under the guise of black slacks. Yes. This is going to rock. I can imagine the ladies swooning and almost being knocked unconscious at seeing a drop-dead Jules and me. Ha-ha-ha! Lady-killers….that is what my funky twin brother and I ...