39. Good Morning, Brother

**39. Good Morning, Brother**

“Good morning, brother.”

*Ceasar!*

My chest beats heavily as I feel a dark energy behind me. Goosebumps begin to appear on my skin as his soft steps fill in the room followed by his dense voice, “Good morning.”

I feel my veins pulsating through my skin as I sense the arrival of a panic attack. *Keep calm. Keep calm bitch!*

The pancake in my stomach jumps excitedly as Ceasar’s elbow brushes over mine while he slowly sits on the stool beside me. I keep my eyes on the plate and remind myself not to FUCKING FREAK OUT!

I slowly place my hand on my beating heart and tell it to shut the fuck up as it continues to beat like a drum, loud and restlessly. *Stupid heart!*

Cason stands up and turns around to fetch plates for his brother as I and Ceasar sit in absolute silence. Fresh minty scent lingers in the atmosphere whispering that he just came out of the shower.

*The shower!*

I close my eyes and stop breathing as visions of him jerking off comes to my mind. His thick veiny cock pulsating in his hand as he deeply moans my name.

*Shit shit! Think something else.*

Grandma in panties,

Date with aunties.

Rock, paper, scissor,

A masturbating Ceasar.

*Errhhhhh!*

“We will be leaving today.”

My eyes instantly open to the deep husky voice coming from beside me. I see Ceasar intently reading an article on his phone about Dodge coin and Elon Musk, completely ignoring my pretty face that he cummed thinking about.

*I can’t believe this bitch!*

“Two-To-day?” My tongue slips along with my sight at the junction of his wide thighs that looks chunky and very aesthetic to watch.

“Mmmh.” Ceasar uninterestedly hums in a low voice as he keeps his phone down. I immediately dodge my eyes from his crotch with jammed heartbeats.

Do not look there! *Don’t imagine.*

“Here, Chessy.” Cason says while sliding a cup and a plate in front of his twin brother. Ceasar frowns as he stares at the tower of pancakes drizzling with Nutella. “I don’t like sweet.”

“Why not? Diabetes taste delicious.” Cason smirks by spreading his lips.

Ceasar sighs heavily as he raises the steaming cup of coffee to his soft plum lips and takes a small delicate sip before asks, “So, what do you do nowadays to waste your time?”

*Daydream about us fuc-*

“You know, just studying and doing my research on.. round potatoes.” Cason’s eyes meet mine and a mischievous smirk spreads across his face.

*This butter knife!*

I grip the fork tighter and narrow my eyes at the bastard while I hear a deep suspire from beside me. “When are you going to get serious about your life?”

Cason’s ash grey eyes shift from me to his twin. “I am serious, dad.”

Ceasar hums majorly as he puts his cup down and glistens his soft plum lips, “Then maybe it's time you take mature decisions, like taking over your responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities as in joining your business? *Pffft!* Dammi una pausa, fratello!” Cason scoffs, the veins in his hand stare back at me as he spreads more Nutella on his blini.

“Our business.” Ceasar’s jaw twitches as he corrects him sternly.

I twist my head and watch him chide his one minute late brother. *Why is he so grumpy today? Doesn’t masturbation get you in a good mood?*

Cason sighs deeply, putting his fork down. “Il motivo per cui non mi interessa la tua attività è perché ho i miei su cui concentrarmi.” *( The reason I have no interest in your business is because I have my own to focus on.)*

I gulp my pancakes quietly listening to their hot Italian accent while pretending not to exist. The aura of awkward vibes makes it harder to swallow without any noise.

“What business do you have?” Ceasar narrows his eyes starkly, his forehead has creases as he stares at his brother like leeches.

My interest piques and I look up at Cason who is calmly chewing. The pancakes flip in my belly as his eyes meet mine while he licks the chocolate from the corner of his lips in a *slow* motion.

This bastard.

What a handsome shit!

Hope I could nail cutter him,

Bit by bit.

Suddenly I freeze and so does the spoon in my hand as I feel a warm, tempting touch tingling on my skin from underneath the table. My heartbeat increases like a speedometer of a racing Ferrari as I slowly turn my head towards him.

“C'è qualcos'altro che fai oltre a sprecare tempo e denaro, di cui non sono a conoscenza?” Ceasar speaks in his thick Italian accent while staring sharply at his twin. *(Is there anything else you do besides wasting your time and money, that I am not aware of?)*

All the butterflies rushes to the location where his knee brushes over my thigh again, tantalizing my hormones to say *fuck.*

"Questo è divertirsi, non sprecare. E non vedo come questo sia il tuo problema." Cason breathes in exasperation somewhere in the background. *(That’s enjoying, not wasting. And I don’t see how that is your problem.)*

Oblivion to my rising libido, Ceasar takes a deep breath, dark veins pop up from his neck to his arms, looking dangerously hot as he speaks, “Perché sono tutti fottuti soldi che stai spendendo per persone stupide.” *(Because its all my money that you are fucking spending on stupid people.)*

Without subtitles, I feel highly confused and vague of the Italian conversations going on in the background. So by choice, I focus on what’s in front of me. I chew my lip instead of pancakes as I look at Ceasar’s strong jawline that gives him an air of sophistication and dominance.

*Damn! When did he get so fucking hot?*

“Pensavo fossero I nostri soldi.” Cason retaliates.*(I thought it was our money.)*

Ceasar’s jaw twitches and he curls his fingers into a tight fist, except this time there is no dick as he growls menacingly, “Ma stai scherzando? Lavoro il mio fottuto culo giorno e notte per guadagnarmelo.” *(Are you kidding me? I work my fucking ass day and night to earn it.)*

Ceasar’s wet brown hair lusciously falls on his eyes. Eyes that are blazing with red rings of anger, just like last night, except there is no lust, just anger and frustration.

Suddenly visions of last night surfaces in front of my eyes, when he pined me with his hard body, right here in the kitchen and forcefully ravished my mouth with his tongue.

“Fermati, qualunque cosa tu stia facendo.”

I watch Ceasar’s succulent, delicious lips as they move in a seductive way, kissing the air around them and make my nipples like beads. Very, very hard.

My heart picks up speed as I recall his hands on me, choking me, groping my tender breasts while he firmly pressed me with his hardon. *Oh, hot son of satan!*

*“Are you okay?”*

The way he divided my legs with his manly thighs and his expert hands examined every vulnerable part of my body like a stern, authoritarian officer at the airport, searching for hidden drugs.

“Joyce!”

My head snaps 90 degrees as soon as I hear a name, something close to mine. “Huh?” I look at Cason perplexedly.

“Are you alright? You look red and panicked.” He watches me with a guarded gaze that misses absolutely no detail.

“No.” I snap back at him starkly, feeling caught red-handed.

“You are sick?”

Ceasar’s voice penetrates in my head and I feel compelled to look at him. His grey eyes stare at me with grave concern as if I am his shares and I am falling down.

Maybe I am really falling down, into the depths of greys which suddenly appear more colourful than any rainbow.

Ceasar raises his hand with four long fingers and a thumb to its side and keeps it on my neck. OMGOMGOMG! He is touching me with the same hand he touched his cock.

My organs jump in my body as his hard knuckles presses on my sensual skin of neck and I quiver like he touched my clit.

“You are hot.” He says concernedly looking deep into my eyes.

I am hot?

But I think you are hotter.

I feel like I am getting crazy,

Like Voldemort was for Harry Potter.

Suddenly I feel another heavy hand touching my forehead and a deep voice rings in my ear, “You are sweating as well.” Cason says after stroking my skin.

Blood rushes on to my face as I feel two manly hands touching me at the same time on different parts of my body.

I feel a beat in my sex and I know it is not my heart.

“I-I don’t no.. know.” I stutter like a broken washing machine, feeling self conscious of my presence in between the two men with same face.

Not to mention, both the faces are pussy-clenching handsome like Lucifer’s hell.

And I am burning under their fiery touch.

“Oh, god. You are having a fever.” Ceasar says worriedly as he slides his large jerking hand to my cheeks and cradles me gently, in contrast to the way he roughly beated his meat.

“No-no. I-I go-go.” I stand up, pushing away both the hands from my boiling face. “Iamfine.” I breath heavily under their gaze.

My vagina begins to pool with wetness and I am scared it will start raining soon in between my legs if I didn’t run away.

The twins look at me weirdly as I rush out of the kitchen, hot and panting.

I dash into my bathroom and sit on the toilet, letting go of the orgasmic feeling I was getting with the two men.

God! These hormones are getting out of hand like gen-Z.

I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom and instantly freeze as I see Ceasar standing tall in my room, waiting for me.

His eyes look at me sharply as he says,

“Come here.”