“I love you. Okay? I’ve always fuckin’ loved you. I’m so in fucking love with you that I don’t know what to do. I never did. But I love you....I love you. You don’t need Chloe back—y-you never fucking needed her. Ever. You’re worth so much more than that. You’re—y-y-you’re fucking everything to me.” All the words she’d been holding in for years erupted out like a clear spring, an immensely satisfying blue current, undiluted and powerful enough to wash away all of her worries.I—love—you!And then. ”“Then, mom and dad died, and our plans seemed stupid,” DD added.“You planned this almost three years ago?” Fred said a little too loudly. “You were only 13 back then.“Yeah,” Anne said. “You were 16 and 17 and some of our girlfriends were talking about how hunky you guys were. We loved both of you as brothers, so it didn’t matter to us who would end up together. We wanted our big brothers to be our boyfriends, and lovers.”“Where do Charlotte and Fredrika fit in?” Fred asked, with me interested. "Harder!" I would cry if only your fingers weren't plugging my mouth now. If your fingers weren't violating the back of my throat, saliva spilling onto your hand. You strive to get deeper now, my arse and your cock, new best friends, so at ease with one another. "Good girl," you tell me as the pace we've established starts to induce a tingling in your balls as they slap against my hairless playground. "Do you want it?" you ask me, and of course I do, the question is the most awesome thing I've. She pulled me over to a quieter corner. “And? did you two get along? It seemed you did”. I just answered laconically “She is married.” “Yeah but the marriage is going down the drains. She is very unhappy. He is nice but it is not going well.”“What do you mean? Why?”“I have no idea. He does not really take care of her if you know what I mean. Not only sexually but also not emotionally. I always warned her but people make the mistakes that they need to make. Anyways, enough talking. Let's dance”I.