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  JACKIE'S BOYS

  by

  Bekki Lynn

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  This book contains sexually explicit content and for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

  Please store your files away from the eyes of those under the age of eighteen.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters participating in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Published by Bekki Lynn at Amazon

  First Independent Publication

  Revised Edition

  Original version published July 2010 within the Triad Anthology published by eXcessica

  Cover Design by Bekki Lynn

  All rights reserved

  Copyright 2010 Bekki Lynn

  Chapter 1

  Jackie walked in the front door, sweaty, dirty and ready for a shower. Tossing the mail on the entry table, she pulled her shirt over her head as she crossed the living room. "Shoot! I forgot to put the laundry in the washer," she mumbled. Darn husbandry distraction, she thought with a smile forming. She wiped her brow with the shirt, and she sighed as the coolness of the house caressed her damp skin.

  She went through the kitchen to the adjoining laundry room, undoing her jeans to throw on the pile. A sexy ass stopped her in the doorway. What a nice surprise! Lenny was home way early and looking good bent over a load of laundry. "Baby, I’m sorry. I remembered a second ago. Go relax, I’ll get it going," she said as she pushed the clinging denim down her legs.

  He ignored her though she knew he couldn't be that upset over the close chance he might not have a clean shirt for tomorrow. "You're home early. Everything all right at the office?" Still no response. A grin played with her lips. All right, she liked this game. Silence and being ignored drove her crazy with desire. Like she needed further stimulation, she thought as she added her clothes to the pile he’d started in front of the machine. Jackie glanced around behind her, admiring the firm thigh disappearing under the loose-legged shorts; hot and undeniably delicious. Unable to resist, she reached up under the short leg. Her touch caused him to knock the detergent off the shelf. The lid popped off spilling the blue liquid onto the floor. Mumbling something she couldn’t understand, he grabbed a towel and bent over to clean up the mess.

  Not to be detoured, she caressed his ass, asking, "How about a washroom quickie?" Sure she wouldn't be denied, Jackie turned around to move the pile away from the washer and felt him straighten then turn around. She wiggled her ass at him before facing him. He'd turned to put the bottle on the shelf. "Washer on or off?" Personally, she loved the washer on spin when they made love on it. He didn't say anything so she turned the machine on. He tossed clothes in over her head and she, loving their position, reached behind her and grabbed his cock, freeing it from the baggy shorts then brought it to her pussy. He grunted, made protesting noises and pushed on her shoulder. "Yes, baby, resist. It makes me so hot." Pulling his cock closer, he plunged into her. She moaned, "Oh, that's what I want."

  She braced her hands on the machine, thrusting with him. "God, I’ve been thinking about you all day." His hands gripped her waist as he pounded her like a man who hadn’t had it this morning. Hanging her head, she welcomed the fire spreading through her like a match to gasoline. She panted. He shuttered, jerked, surprising her by coming so soon. She turned to tell him to keep going and panic struck her. Peanut butter! His breath smelled like he’d eaten a jar. Absurd, he wouldn’t be so stupid. Still, she separated their bodies and whirled on him.

  Lenny fanned his hands back and forth, swallowing hard, his breathing labored. The sight of lips laced with the creamy substance confirmed her fear. His glazed blues stared back at her while she registered the tan cord curled up around his face. He never heard a word she'd said with the music blaring in his ears. She yanked the earpieces out, ignoring the fact it wasn’t music he listened to. "Are you nuts! Why on earth would you eat peanut butter?" She pulled him into the kitchen and saw the jar of peanut butter on the counter with a spoon sticking out of it. "What possessed you?" she asked, reaching in the cupboard for an EpiPen. "Your throat has probably swollen shut already."

  He took the pen and set it down. Stupefied at his behavior, she stared at him, her heart pounding like a warriors drum. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She watched him fill a glass with water. After downing it, he leaned over breathing hard, drank more then turned around.

  "I’m sorry, Jackie. I was hungry and shoveled it in. I tried to let you know. My mouth was stuck, then the spill and…well, it was screw you or lose my dick."

  "Randy Wilkerson!" Excited, she ran to husband’s identical twin and hugged him. "Why didn’t you let me know you were here?" Then her face heated up and she pulled away. "Oh, my god! I’m so sorry."

  "I’m not, why should you be? I haven’t had pussy in months."

  "Look, I’ve been working out back all day. Let me shower then you can tell me why you didn’t let us know you were coming. How long you’ll be home this time…" She forced herself to leave the room with dignity, but it was hard when you were stark naked and your brother-in-law’s semen ran down your thigh.

  Out of his sight, she rushed to the bedroom and shut the door. For a moment, she leaned against it, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. The slow trickle down her thigh reminded her that she never got hers. Running her fingers through Randy's cum, her clit called to her, but she told herself to hold off. Maybe later, she'll get something better. For now, she had a call to make. Picking up the phone on her husband's side of the bed, she called his office. "Mary, is Lenny free?" she asked when his receptionist answered.

  "He’s in the middle of a root canal, Jackie. Can I give him a message?"

  "Tell him Randy’s home."

  "He is?" She didn't miss the excitement in the woman's voice. It caused a twinge of jealousy. Then Mary recovered to tell her, "I'll let him know."

  Jackie showered, trying control her running fantasy of having both brothers. Whenever Randy came home, the intensity of it escalated. And now that they’d had one another albeit by accident, she wanted it more than ever.

  She returned to the kitchen nervous about what she’d done. More so how he was going play to it. The kitchen was empty, good. Dinner…dinner, what was she going to fix? She looked in the refrigerator. Oh, yeah, pork chops. Would there be enough? She counted five in the package. It must have been fate that had me buying a package with more than three in it. Setting it on the counter, she opened the produce drawer to fetch salad fixin's she'd harvested from the garden that morning.

  Footsteps came into the room, drawing her eyes over the door. Randy stood with a towel around his waist and rubbing his naturally wavy hair with another. His pecs, the way the damp hair swirled around his nipples, trailing down his washboard to his belly button was like his brother. He was identical to Lenny in too many ways which always posed a problem for her. She’d once made the mistake of thinking she could tell them apart based on appearance. She knew Randy’s body every bit as much as she knew Lenny’s. The only differences between them were on the intimate realm.

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sp; "All of my clothes are in the washer. Do you mind if I grab a pair of Lenny’s shorts?"

  "Fine. The dresser near the window, bottom drawer. Shirts are in the second drawer."

  "Thanks."

  She watched him walk away and knew he hadn’t missed the throaty desire in her voice. Damn! Boy, am I ever walking a tightrope. Returning to the task of putting dinner together, she washed and prepped freshly dug potatoes for baking.

  Chapter Two

  "Anything I can help with?" Randy asked, coming up alongside her.

  Jackie swallowed the thoughts which had been teasing her. "No, I got it under control," she said, wishing it was true.

  "How about I set the table?"

  "Too early."

  He hopped up on the counter. "It was kind of like old times."

  "Except it was Len getting lucky while I dated you." Jackie sighed and laid the knife down. Looking up at him, she said, "We weren’t married. I am now."

  "For eight years now, I know. I was there, best man. Still doesn’t mean I don’t remember how you don’t take no for an answer. Or how good you feel."

  "How long will you be home?" The subject needed changed before he dug too far into dangerous territory. Well, not dangerous-dangerous, but it wasn't a topic for conversation between them when she hasn't talked with her husband about it. Her eyes roamed over his face and lingered over soft, supple lips which had at one time done wonderful things to her body.

  "The washers on spin cycle," he said, caressing her lips with his thumb.

  She pulled away from him before he suckered her into letting him eat her pussy on top of the machine. "How long?" She asked while she returned to the salad.

  "Permanently, I hope. I have a couple of interviews this week."

  Oh, god! She creamed herself. "No more traveling around the world reporting breaking news. How come?"

  "Bombs were starting to get too close for comfort. It’s time to take the soft route. Getting up there, you know."

  "Oh, right. Wait until I tell your brother it’s almost walker time. He’ll kick your ass."

  "You called him?"

  She nodded. "I let him know you were home."

  "Going to tell him?"

  "Yes."

  "Figured you would." He kissed the top of her head. "Thanks for the release. Is the pool table still in the basement?"

  "Nope. It's out back."

  "Funny, Jack."

  "Stupid question, stupid answer."

  He shrugged. "I might as well get in a couple of games before I get my ass kicked."

  Randy whistled as he went down the steps on the other side of the room unaware that he'd dropped an unexpected bomb on her. Waves of spasms swarmed over her midsection. Of course he'd live here with them. His parents left the house to both of them. She pulled a glass from the cupboard and filled it half full of water and drank it to help calm herself.

  How was she going to handle having both of her guys around twenty-four seven? Her heart beat with a thud against her chest. Play it by ear, Jackie. He'll be working and you'll just have to set the ground rules so you don't fuck the wrong brother again. Unless of course, a miracle happens and she gets her fantasy granted. The front door slammed. Now the right husband was home. She turned the oven on.

  "Hey, hon." Lenny kissed her on the cheek when he found her in the kitchen. "Where is he?"

  "Rec room. What’d you do, run out on your patient?"

  He laughed, moving a strand of hair from her mouth. "We were all but done when you called. I’m going to change." Lenny headed back the way he came. "How long till dinner?" he asked.

  "You have time for a couple of games." She followed him to their bedroom. "Len, I kind of had sex with him."

  "Huh?"

  "I came in from the garden, and well, I thought you’d come home early. He was bent over the laundry…well, you know me. I demanded and took. His mouth was stuck shut from half the jar of peanut he ate. I didn’t smell it until he breathed on me, then I panicked thinking you’d lost your mind." She knew it all sounded lame, but it came tumbling out.

  He ran his hands over her arms, staring into her chocolate eyes, "It’s all right, baby." The corners of his mouth turned up, confusing her.

  "What?"

  "Seems to me, I recall being the one mistaken for him one night way back when."

  "Yeah, he recalled the time, too. Still, I’m sorry." She took his shirt to put in the laundry while he pulled a t-shirt over his head then replaced his slacks with shorts.

  "No problem, unless you didn’t enjoy yourself."

  Well, she didn’t have a chance to enjoy herself like she wanted, but her husband’s attitude wasn’t what she expected. He could have acted jealous, upset, something considering her past with his brother. But then...she cautioned herself not to get her hopes up. Lenny's always been on the conservative side when it came to sex which meant when she wanted anal bad enough, dildos were her best friends.

  "He’s staying home, if he can get a job here."

  "Fantastic. It’ll be great having him around. Won’t it?" He gave her a peck on the nose. "Call us when dinner’s on the table."

  Puzzled, Jackie stood there for a few minutes, attempting to work out his attitude and at the same time keep her excitement toned down. Just because he wasn't upset about this didn't mean he was receptive to a threesome. Biting her lip, she went back to the kitchen.

  * * * *

  The basement carried no sound as she started down the steps. Jackie wondered at the silence and knew with these brothers quiet was every bit as suspicious as with any small child. Half way down, she saw them leaning against the pool table, their backs to her. "All right you two. What are you up to?"

  Both heads turned giving her devilish, but sexy smiles. "Nothing," they said in unison.

  She groaned. "Behave yourselves and come up to dinner." She didn’t wait for them, but heard them.

  "Hey, me first."

  "I was here first."

  Jackie rolled her eyes, hoping this childish behavior didn’t go on for long. After washing up, they walked around the table twice, switching directions a couple of times before they sat down. She ignored them. Every time Randy came home for a visit, the same silliness went on. It was cute the first couple of times, but now, she knew they did it to get a rise out of her. Not this time. If he was going to be a permanent fixture, she had to set the tone, be the adult.

  They fixed their plates and ate in silence until Lenny spoke up. "Randy, the shark-head, won all four games. Lenny has to pay up."

  She arched a brow, picking up on the name use. They were in game mode. What would it be this time? Live in the woods without provisions for a week. Maybe have to walk the ten miles into town every day for a month, because one of them lost their keys in the bet. It’s always something dumb. "All right, what was the bet this time?"

  Randy grinned at her as he moved her silverware from her reach. "If Randy won, we play a game." He gave her body a slow perusal then winked at Lenny.

  "I’m not playing strip poker with you guys. You cheat."

  "New game," Lenny told her.

  "Today’s Wednesday, you have until Friday night to figure out which one of us is the man you’re married to."

  Chapter Three

  "You're joking?" Inside, she jumped for joy.

  "No," came their response.

  They both held up their left hands— no rings or markings on either of their ring fingers. Not really surprising. Lenny often didn’t wear his while fiddling around out in the yard for fear of getting it caught on something. It was tanned like the rest of him.

  "We decided since we've always left you out—"

  "You should be included in a very special game to celebrate we'll all be roomies."

  Jackie tried to not show how excited she was as her mind began to plot. "And the rules?" she asked.

  "Anything goes," they said.

  "Meaning I can do whatever it takes to determine my answer?"

  They n
odded and one of them said, "As long as it doesn't cause bodily harm."

  She grinned. "May I have my silverware, please? My food is getting cold."

  With caution, the one who took them handed the utensils back. That miracle she'd hoped for just fell into her lap.

  Her stomach quivered at the memory of the first time she met Lenny. She and Randy had been going at it on the pool table when his brother came down looking for him. She'd seen the hunger on his face as he gawked at her breasts and then he’d mumbled something as he went up the stairs. Excited, she'd mentioned it to Randy and suggested they invite him to join them some time. The idea had him shooting his load all too soon.

  The threesome never happened so she assumed Lenny didn't go for the idea. What about now? Was it a test? Did he think she wouldn't dare while Randy bet she would? It didn't appear to have bothered him that his brother fucked her earlier. So why not try to take them through it? The worst that would happen is Lenny would stop it before she did something he didn't want.

  She finished eating, set her plate in the sink then told them. "You're on. When you’re finished cleaning up the kitchen, come find me." She left them, staring at one another.

  * * * *

  Jackie looked up when the guys came into the living room. Letting her eyes roam over one, then the other, she grinned. "A wet t-shirt contest? Why wasn’t I invited?" Sauntering across the room, she said, "Guess, I'll be the judge." She ran a finger up their chests, flicked viewable nipples as she began to put her plan in motion. "Mmm, I think this shirt is wetter." Digging her nails into the material, she ripped it open, giving the chest an appreciative look. "Yum!" She looked over at the other twin and winked. "I think this is going to take some real studying, some hands on for me to know absolutely who is who." She pulled the man with the ripped shirt closer and kissed the parted lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He tangled with her until she pulled away. Bringing Randy’s lips to hers, she ran her tongue over them. They both tasted alike–dinner. She lingered before slipping into his mouth to give her husband a moment to grasp where she was going with this. Randy sucked on her tongue, pulling on a nerve deep within her bringing hot need straight down into her clit. She pushed him away before she ruined her own intention. He certainly hadn’t lost his touch, nor had her body forgotten how he commanded it. She eyed Lenny, who watched her with no obvious clue to give away who he was. But, she knew. Looking from his glazed eyes to the matching set of his brother, she took a step back.