37. Feisty Cat

**37. Feisty Cat**

*“Joycelyn.”*

My heartbeat flutters erratically as my name echoes in the bathroom like a slow whisper in agony.

Like a bird on a tree,

Waves crashing in a sea.

Like flower whispers bee,

Who is calling me?

I look around the plain walls of the bathroom and wonder if I accidentally summoned a demon with all the bitching I normally do in my head.

The smart toilet soundlessly flushes itself as I stand up with silent steps and look around wondering where it possibly could have come from.

*“Fuck!”*

Suddenly I hear another groan coming from the glass shower right behind the white billowy curtains. I walk with inaudible steps, curiosity gets the best of me and I pull the soft curtains to reveal the sound’s source.

My jaw falls, down to the bathroom’s floor as I see him in the shower, wet and *very very* naked. Ceasar’s one hand is braced against the stone tile wall, his teeth clenched and his eyes closed as he softly moans,

*“Joycelyn…”*

*Wait*… Should I go inside? After all, he is calling me.

I silence my mind as my eyes roll down to his hips where his hand is gripping a long and definitely thick cock. A series of low grunts escape from his mouth as his other hand pulls at his length, at a slow sensual speed.

I freeze.

Earthquake in my knees.

I couldn’t look away,

Why wouldn’t my body obey?

I should leave. I should walk away. I lick my dry lips as water drips from his hair, down to his neck to his sturdy shoulders, suddenly making me feel thirsty.

My eyes run through his fibrous back, sensuous hips, and muscular thighs. I gulp looking at his thick veiny cock as he slowly thrust in his fist, moaning softly.

*I should look away.*

But I couldn’t look away. I remember how his cock felt in my hands, slowly then roughly moved inside me, but I have never seen his cock in flesh.

*His cock.*

Long, stout, and lined with rigged veins. A pearl of pre-cum has gathered at the tip, and I find myself wetting my lips with the thought of…

*“Joycelyn...”*

My hand slaps on my open mouth before I scream out loud as Ceasar moans my name almost in pain. My eyes wide and my veins panic as he begins to jerk his hard cock fast and rougher while grunting breathlessly.

My heart jumps in my chest, thrashing violently in the ribcage as I realize whom he is fantasizing. *He is thinking of doing it with me.*

Me.

I feel a clench in my stomach and my clit twitches in response. I breathe heavily as I watch Ceasar masturbate over me while cursing and moaning my name, again and again.

I should leave but my legs freeze like my other body parts. Ceasar’s movement gets harsher as he jerks his cock harder and faster like he hates it while grunting unintelligent words.

I shouldn’t be here. I walk away with silent steps, just like I came in. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs to their brim as I walk out of the bathroom, almost insane.

My pulse is throbbing hard and so does my clit. My heart continues to beat hard as keep thinking about his cock and his moans. I look around the room, new bedsheet has been changed and the place looks neat and clean as new.

*Did he sleep in here last night?*

The sound of the shower catches my attention and I immediately rush out of his room. I walk back to the kitchen counter with fresh images of my fake husband jerking his manhood in real.

Cason goes through his phone as I numbly sit back on my seat staring at the plate of pancakes and banana, thinking about the other banana I saw in the bathroom.

“This Dennis?”

I shake my head as Cason continues to show pictures of unfamiliar people on his phone’s screen. “Dennis from Columbia or Cuba?” He asks while going through his phone.

I look up at Cason, his eyes are stuck on the screen as he goes through his phone. His lips are in between his perfect white teeth, just like Ceasar.

God took his extra time on each of these twin brothers to make sure they look filthy good and dickly rich. I mean just look at his god damn crystal clear polished skin!

“Why did Ceasar tell me to stay away from you?” I ask Cason out of the blue. His lower lip slips out of his teeth as his stark silver eyes meet mine.

I couldn’t help but notice how they are a little shade lighter than Ceasar’s dark chaotic eyes. His eyes are like those pastel hue clouds on the horizon during sunsets, soft and tranquil. *Like an anesthetic drug.*

“Coz my brother knows I am hotter than him.” Cason sneers as he jerks his *eyebrows on fleek* at me.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the gorgeous self absorbent arse in front of me. I clear my throat before saying, “He warned me specifically…”

Cason immediately cuts me off with a smirk, “Yet you are here.” His tongue slowly licks his upper teeth with his wolfish glare set on me.

I force my eyes on the plate and munch on my pancake that are legit delicious, “I just want to know why!”

Cason sighs, his chest swells as he takes a deep breath and says, “Let's just say that I and my brother are on not so much… *good* terms.”

“I felt that, why?” I chew and look up, his eyes dilated on me and he slowly runs his hand through his silky brown hair, “I don’t know, maybe coz his girlfriends wanted me more, so he got jealous when he knew they slept with me.”

*That doesn’t make sense!*

I narrow my eyes at the malicious twin and grit, “They slept with you, or *you* slept with them?”

Cason rolls his grey eyes as he nonchalantly speaks, “To-ma-toes.. To-may-toes.”

*Oh. My. Fucking. God!*

My eyes widen in shock as I look at the shameless brother who is casually chewing on his pancake. “Why would you do it?” I almost scream at the fuckboy in front of me.

Cason licks the corner of his lips and looks at me, his gaze sharpens as he says in a low whisper, “Let's just say that maybe, I have a kink for my brother’s girls.”

*What the fuck!*

My mouth falls in disgust knowing what he did to his own real brother in name of some weird fetish. “That’s just sick!” My face frowns as I look at him repulsively.

Cason grins as he leans towards me, “Yeah! Did that turn you on too?”

“NO! Are you crazy?” I bark backing away from his sly seductive smirk.

Cason sighs heavily, he closes his eyes heavily before looking into my eyes deeply, “This whole world is one crazy place to live in.”

My eyes follow his hand that slowly inches towards my face. His fingers softly pinch my cheek as he whispers hypnotically, “It's okay to be a little crazy, Patatosa.” *(Cute chubby girl)*

My eyes get narrowed at the asshole as I scowl deeply, “Did you just call me a potato?”

Smirk spreads on his full lips as Cason throws his head back and laughs out loud. I throw my spoon at him as his annoying chuckles increase but the bastard tucks down in time. *This motherfucker!*

“Sei un gatto così esuberante.” Cason purrs in his thick Italian accent while sneering at me playfully. *(You are such a feisty cat)*

I curl my lips to spat some foul English curse words but suddenly Cason’s smirk drops as he straightens up looking at someone behind me.

“Good morning, brother.”