Shared by My Neighbors – Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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The beautiful blonde tosses her hair over one shoulder before opening the door to the stairwell. “Come on!” she calls again. “Tomorrow night’s going to be fantastic.”

Chris, James, and I can do nothing but stare as her curvy figure descends into the darkness, followed by Henry who’s busy on his cell calling his twin brother, I presume. Holy fuck. Is this really happening? But what can we do? Our sassy woman wants to engage in some weird shit, and I have to admit that I’m more than a little intrigued myself. A fucked-up religion where Tanya’s gang-banged by handsome identical twins? Well, if she wants to share her curves with Henry and Herbert Cutler … then I want to be there to see it go down.

11

Tanya

I twirl around in the living room of my small apartment. The filmy fabric of my robe floats outwards in a silvery arc, barely concealing the lush curves beneath.

“Fuck,” Chris groans, already stroking his shaft. “Do you have panties on under that thing? Because you’re definitely not wearing a bra.”

“You’re beautiful,” James whispers worshipfully, unable to tear his eyes from the dark shadow between my thighs. “Delicious, honey.”

“You sure you don’t want to take that gown off right now?” Carl adds, his body hardening before my eyes. “It’ll save time.”

I giggle.

“You guys are so silly! We have to wait for Herbert and Henry to get here! We’re doing the ritual, remember?”

“Right. The engorgement ritual,” Carl rasps, shaking his head with disbelief. “I can’t believe we’re going through with this. He and his twin are such fucking crazies.”

“Don’t say that,” I mock-scold before sitting on the couch and crossing my legs. “Henry is hot! So what if he’s a little addled in the brain? That doesn’t mean that he can’t give some good lovin’.”

My three men growl with possession, and that’s what I adore about them. They worship my curves, but at the same time, they understand that a woman has needs too. After all, I’m the girl who was divorced by two different husbands for being “too slutty.” Given that fact, it’s practically expected that I jump at the opportunity to make love to handsome identical twins.

Besides, I dig this religion stuff. It’s not everyday that a hot guy shows up on your doorstep and says that you’re the embodiment of his dreams. Not only that, but Henry calls me “goddess,” “Queen,” and the “Holy Mother.” It’s gratifying, actually. I feel cherished, worshipped, and very inclined to accept any offerings the handsome male animals want to make.

But where are Henry and Herbert? The clock’s about to strike midnight, yet the twins haven’t shown up yet. Suddenly, the buzzer rings and I run over to the wall console. A grainy image shows Henry on the screen, his dark hair brushed back and his jaw locked tight. Nonetheless, I press the button and pretty soon, there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey,” I greet, sweeping open the front door. “There you are. Where’s your brother?”

Henry steps in, and I blink for a moment. He looks the same, with ebony locks, tanned skin, and piercing blue eyes. The broad shoulders are still there, as well as the narrow hips and long, powerful legs. But something’s off. I can feel it.

“Wait a minute, you’re not Henry. You’re Herbert, aren’t you? Where’s Henry?”

The man inclines his head as he surveys the four of us.

“Actually, I’m not Henry,” he acknowledges in a low voice. “And I’m not Herbert either.”

“What?” I ask, befuddled. “What do you mean? Who are you then? You look just like them.”

The man nods.

“I’m Hoover, their identical triplet. I bet they didn’t mention that I exist, did they? Typical.”

I stare at the man.

“Wait, what’s going on? If you’re their triplet, then what are you doing there? How do you even know about us? About my home?” I ask, gesturing to my apartment. “You came in using a disguise.”

The man’s smile quirks up at one corner. Hoover is as gorgeous as his brothers, and my heart quickens a bit.

“It’s only a disguise if it’s fake, and my face and body aren’t fake. This is the real me. Like I said, Henry, Herbert and I are identical triplets. Once upon a time, we shared a womb. I swear it.”

“Okay,” James drawls, rising to his feet. The alpha male is so tall that his dark head almost brushes the ceiling in my apartment. “But why are you here? And where are your brothers?”

Hoover snorts.

“I came here to warn you about those quacks,” he says. “Herbert and Henry have been crazy since they were kids. They were always babbling about mystical shit, and this Order of the Raptor stuff is just their latest project. Did they tell you that you’re their “Mother Goddess” and “fit to be worshipped like a queen”? Did they tell you that they’re your humble servants, and will wait on you hand and foot until end times? So long as you provide them with sexual services, of course.”


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