Twin Flames of Desire [eroticlily & Ukstud69]

[EroticLily]

Emilia Anderson couldn’t bare her well-meaning boyfriend’s company for another minute. She’d made a flimsy excuse to spare his pride and hastily gathered her things to leave his apartment, insisting that she wanted to walk home just so she didn’t have to deal with the awkward car ride back to her own place. After 3 months of patiently waiting for the ‘right time’ to have sex with Eric, her boyfriend, also her twin brother’s best friend, the experience had come and gone in an uncomfortable, disastrous instant. It had been her first time and it had been awful.

The sky was dark by the time she left Eric’s, nearly cloudless as the brunette moved along the sidewalk in her tan wedge sandals, her mustard yellow strapless sundress wrapping around her smooth legs in the crisp evening breeze, her cropped denim jacket doing little to keep her warm even as she increased her pace. Her loose, chocolate curls brushed against her cheeks and caught on her dangly earrings, despite how many times she tucked her soft tresses behind her ears. She didn’t mind; all of that distracted her from the dull ache of displeasure present between her legs.

The night had begun romantically enough - Eric had prepared dinner, he’d given her flowers and told her how much he cared about her. She expressed similar sentiments and kissed him softly, with an abundance of genuine affection, whispering that she might be falling for him. Then, he proposed that they take their relationship to the next level and spend the night with one another. Emilia knew that she wanted him physically, but she wasn’t sure if she was emotionally ready to take that leap - to trust him with her most intimate self. But she wanted to make Eric happy.

It had been a mistake to say yes. An awkward, painful mistake. But it was too late now, the blue-eyed brunette couldn’t re-claim her virginity. She could only hope that the soreness -that irksome reminder of her botched first time- would ebb in a day or two, and that her brother, Bradley would be asleep by the time she arrived at their shared home. Fishing her apartment keys out of her clutch purse as she approached the front door of their complex building, Emilia wondered what her twin had done all night. She honestly would’ve preferred to have spent the evening with him, snuggled up on the couch.

Exhaling a shaky breath, the Anderson girl let herself into the building and took the elevator to their floor, glad that no one else seemed to be around to observe her walk of shame. She hobbled a little to the apartment and unlocked the door, immediately kicking her shoes off once she set foot inside. Emilia could hear the drone of the TV from the living room once she’d locked the door behind her...

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia was grateful that she had her twin to come home to, even though right now her shaky entrance into the cozy apartment was made all the more awkward by his attentive stare. She forced a small smile in response to the teasing remark, tucking her silky, brown hair behind her ears as she approached the firefighter with caution. “I call this ...right on time?” She suggested in similar humor, lobbing her purse to the vacant end of the couch, then unfastening the buttons on her denim jacket.

They really were unusually close, like two peas in an impossibly tiny pod, though to the pair it was simply second nature to share almost everything with the other. That’s the way it always had been and would remain, as far as Emilia was concerned. The blue-eyed girl anxiously chewed on her bottom lip when Bradley asked about the time she had. She knew he was fishing for her whereabouts - specifically, to know if she’d been with Eric. Typically, she would’ve divulged all the details of her evening out without a prompt, but it wasn’t every night that she lost her virginity to her brother’s best friend. It was somewhat of a delicate subject.

As she pulled her arms free from her jacket, exposing her bare shoulders, she sighed, “I was with Eric...it was ...okay.” Frankly, Emilia wasn’t certain how Bradley would react to the news of her deflowering. Would he be upset with her? With Eric? Disappointed, maybe? One thing she knew for sure was that if she wasn’t happy with the experience, which she wasn’t in the slightest, he definitely wouldn’t be thrilled about it either. Draping the jacket over her arm, Emilia momentarily avoided her brother’s questioning gaze. The concerned sibling was only her elder by 10 minutes, but he assumed a protective role when it came to her; she had always treasured that about him, among a whole host of other things...

“I’m alright, Brad...I will be.” She said quietly, glancing down at her feet, doing her best to ignore the irksome throb between her thighs, though no matter how she stood she was in discomfort. “Things escalated between us tonight, that’s all. We...had sex.” She admitted, slowly lifting her eyes to meet her twin's, before abruptly drifting to the stubble on his handsome face.

 

[EroticLily]

When her brother's gentle eyes found hers, the hot pink blush of embarrassment stained her cheeks. More than anything she felt foolish for not holding out longer, for Mr. Right, like she had planned to. She'd let herself down, and in some respects she felt as if she'd let Brad down too. They were so close, it was often difficult to separate their personal triumphs and failures. Brad had always been that little voice of encouragement in her ear, the gentle nudge she needed to try something new, that sturdy shoulder she could lean on whenever she got in over her head. He was really everything to her, and she to him.

"No...he didn't pressure me. Not really." She said immediately, not wanting Eric to suffer just because she'd made an error in judgment. Folding her arms over her chest, Emilia expelled a slow breath. "I thought maybe, it was time to just...go for it - that maybe that it'd feel right the further we went. But it didn't really end up that way."

Uncrossing her arms and gently placing her hands against her brother's solid chest as he approached, ready to go on the warpath, Emilia shook her head. It made her heart swell to see him so worked up over her honor. She derived a guilty pleasure from it as well, that she liked to keep to herself. "It's okay, Brad. Really. I'll be fine."

When her handsome twin pulled her close, encircling her in his strong embrace, Emilia closed her eyes and nestled into his body. She relaxed into his muscular frame, wishing she could stay there all night. The bitter scent of smoke from the firehouse clung to his clothes, but she didn't mind. The smell was comforting to the brunette now. Sometimes, Emilia would borrow Brad's shirts just to walk around in it on nights when he had a late shift.

"I just want to take a shower...or maybe a nice, warm bath." She said, lightly shrugging her naked shoulders as her brother stepped back. "If you're still up by the time I'm out, I might come join you. If not, I'll just see you in the morning. Okay?" The tired girl leaned forward and pecked her brother's cheek, just wanting the night to be over with. Grabbing her bag off the couch, Emilia shuffled toward her bedroom and undressed. She never bothered to close her door, unless Brad had a girl over and her incessant moans were spilling through the apartment walls. Skanks. All of them, she always thought. None worthy of her amazing brother.

Wrapping a towel around her nude body, Emilia entered the bathroom and turned the water on to fill the tub. When there was enough water, she added bubbles as an extra treat, then unwrapped her towel, leaving it on the tub edge. Sinking down into the nearly full tub, she winced, trying not to move her lower body so much. Emilia leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind. She didn't want to think about Eric or how terrible her first time had been. She thought of Brad, however, and she felt a little bit better.

 

[EroticLily]

Expelling a slow breath as the warm water surrounded her shoulders, cloaking her body in a blanket of strawberry-scented bubbles, Emilia let the world disappear. Resting her head on the ledge of the tub, she lie completely still and enjoyed the silence of the spacious room. She felt safe. The whole apartment was like her sanctuary and she was so grateful that she could share it with the one person who knew her better than she knew herself. Even as she let her mind go blank, the subconscious knowledge that Brad was just in the next room, concerned for her well-being, made her feel at ease.

The tension in her muscles began to dissipate, the longer she relaxed in the bath; even the nagging ache between her legs felt somewhat soothed. Parting her thighs a bit further, she allowed the warm water to redistribute itself between her thighs, gently caressing her swollen folds. A low groan escaped her throat and she quickly bit down on her bottom lip to stifle it. She didn't want Brad to hear her and worry even more.
Scratching her fingernails against the tub floor, as she tried to get comfortable again, Emilia determined that she wouldn't be having sex with Eric again any time soon.

Her bright blue eyes popped open at the sound of her brother's voice at the bathroom door. She turned her upper body so that she could see him, mustering a light smile, not bothering to cover up as the bubbles dispersed around her shifting frame. "Oh, okay. Thanks, Brad." She watched him retreat from the doorway, then reclined for a few more minutes, until her fingers began to prune. Bradley really was the best sibling she could've asked for. How many brothers genuinely cared to discuss the intimate details of their sister's sex life just to help her feel better? If only Eric were as intuitive as Brad was, maybe this night would've turned out differently...

Getting out of the tub as carefully as she could, then pulling the stopper to let the water drain, Emilia grabbed her plush towel off the rack behind the door and wrapped it around her body. White suds dripped down her legs as she shuffled to her bedroom to change for bed. She couldn't even fathom any sort of fabric touching her sensitive cunt right now, so she slipped into an over-sized tee-shirt she'd borrowed from Brad and resolved to wear only that. The familiar scent of smoke wafted to Emilia's nose as she smoothed the shirt down over her hips, making her smile. She made her way toward her brother's bedroom, without much more thought. She wanted to be close to him. Entering into the lit room and approaching the vacant side of the bed, the female twin peeled back the bed covers and slid in beside Brad. "Is it okay, if I sleep with you?"

 

[EroticLily]

There were some who would say that Emilia and Bradley were too close, closer than a brother and sister should be. They often shared inappropriate jokes with each other, undressed behind unclosed doors, and slept in the same bed at night. They agreed that they were closer than most siblings, but it wasn't at all in a weird way, as far as they were concerned. The genetically-similar pair didn't pay critics of their bond any mind. Twins had a special connection, the likes of which most people couldn't properly comprehend. The Anderson twins were completely comfortable with one another and no one's judgmental opinions could ever change that.

Settling beneath the covers on the roomy bed, Emilia turned onto her side and edged closer to her brother. Relief washed over her when he turned the television and the bedside lamp off, surrounding them in total quiet and blackness. It would be much easier to get what she needed to off her chest in the dark, where he couldn't see the pink hue of her bashful cheeks, and in the quiet, where she didn't have to compete with background noise of silly late night sitcoms. Slowly reaching toward him, Emilia gently brushed her fingertips along Bradley's sternum.

She smiled to herself when he commented about the strawberry fragrance that lingered on her smooth skin. "It's from the bubbles," she said, listening to the deep intake of air to her brother's nostrils as he inhaled. Fixing her bright blue eyes on his face, she waited patiently to be able to see the whites of her dear sibling's eyes even just a little bit. "I like the way they smell..." she admitted, admiring the firm contour of muscle along his lean chest as her finger skimmed from right to left. "They remind me of you when you're not here...and yeah, they do kind of look better on me, too." She giggled softly, her hand drifting lazily to rest on her brother's side, pulling her body closer to his until her knee touched his.

Emilia had taken enough time to decompress while soaking in the bubble bath. She was ready to tell her brother what took place. She was reassured a little bit more every time Brad used the cherished nickname, Emi, to prompt her. The slender girl exhaled and slipped her arms around her brother's waist. "Eric made a romantic dinner for us...and he was being really sweet, telling me how special I was to him..." she began, nuzzling her cheek against Brad's naked chest. "He put on a movie, but we started kissing in the middle of it. Then, he led me to his room and we sat on his bed. Eric put his hand up my dress and...rubbed his fingers against me through my panties. It felt nice, so I didn't mind."

Pausing for a moment to let her brother digest what she said so far, Emilia sighed and continued on, "We lie back on his bed and he leaned down over me, taking the top of my dress down. He asked me to spend the night with him. It was pretty obvious that he wanted to have sex. I thought maybe it could be okay. I mean, no matter when it happened, I was going to be nervous, right?"

"He had some condoms, so...I said we could try. We both took our clothes off and he kissed me again...and then...he pushed his fingers inside me. Two of them." Her voice grew shaky as she carried on with the story, flashes of the encounter fresh in her memory. "It felt uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. He said he was so excited that I didn't have to go down on him or anything. He asked if it was okay to put it inside me...I didn't want to disappoint him...so I said yes." Emilia frowned against her brother's chest, slowly shifting her legs against his. "It really hurt."

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia felt at ease when Brad enveloped her in his strong arms, keeping her close to him. Her twin had always been the best at consoling her. Somehow she never felt the same level of comfort in another guy's arms, not even Eric's, though she wouldn't admit that fact. She closed her eyes, growing accustomed to the pleasant sensation of her brother's fingertips grazing her side through the material of her borrowed t-shirt. The steady thudding of his heart beneath his rib cage, mirrored hers, nearly lulling her to sleep.

She nodded slightly in response to him asking if she was still in pain. "A little." She said, breathing softly against the crook of Brad's neck. Of course, it hurt more than she let on, but she didn't want to risk Brad being more upset with Eric for what happened than he already was. "Brad...Eric is a great guy." Emilia understood that her brother wasn't trying to tear her boyfriend/his best friend down on purpose, but she still wanted to defend him a little bit, since he wasn't there to stick up for himself. "We really care about each other...if I would've said no, I'm sure he would've taken it okay."

Stretching her lean legs against her brother's as he caressed her back from the base of her neck to her tailbone, Emilia pressed a light kiss to the middle of Brad's chest. "I love you for being so worried about me...and I really hope you're right about sex feeling better someday." Judging by the raucous moans of pleasure she'd hear coming from her brother's room when he brought miscellaneous women home with him, Emilia was certain that sex wasn't supposed to feel as awkward and painful as it felt for her with Eric. She could only hope that when she was ready to try again, it would be a much better experience and that Eric would make her feel half as good as her twin made his lovers feel. "I really want to enjoy it..." The less experienced twin exhaled.

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia appreciated the fact that Brad wasn't the type of person to show tough love, by rubbing the mistake she'd made tonight in her face. Some other sibling might have reacted harshly, calling her decision foolish. He or she most likely would've wanted to avoid the seedy details, too. But her intuitive twin knew what she needed better than that. Instead he was totally compassionate, remorseful even, as if he wished he could've been there to prevent his sister from going through with the dreadful experience so that she could've saved her virginity for someone more deserving. For someone who was more in tune with her wants and needs. Someone more like Brad, but not related to her, of course.

Bradley was the perfect guy for her, in many ways, if one failed to take into consideration their shared DNA. The young firefighter possessed all of the qualities that she looked for in a guy. He was sweet, good-looking, smart, athletic, charming, and so on. He had a perfect smile that could melt a girl from the inside out. Above all, she trusted him completely and knew that he would never ever hurt her. Every once in a while, as she lie in her brother's bed beside him at night or snuggled up with him on the couch in front of the TV, that realization popped into her head. Emilia quickly banished it though. She knew it wasn't proper to think of her sibling in that way, even if they sometimes joked around as if they were a couple, rather than brother and sister.

As his fingers combed through her chocolate brown tresses, Emilia nestled in more closely to Brad's chest. She believed him when he tried to assure her that sex would feel better eventually. That didn't mean it would improve with Eric, but it was at least probable, if she was willing to give him another chance in bed. She scrunched her nose up at Brad's suggestion, too tired to swat him for it. "It's none of your business IF I have one of those...just like it's not my business if you have a fleshlight. Totally not my business."

Even though she couldn't see him clearly in the darkness, her brother's yawn was still contagious. She found herself yawning into his shoulder as he suggested that they should get some rest. The gentle way in which Brad entangled his fingers in her hair, lightly brushing his fingertips over her scalp, made it nearly impossible for Emilia to keep her eyes open for another minute. "Goodnight, Brad..." She sighed, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, her leg overlapping his at the ankle before she finally became still next to him. "...love you."

 

[EroticLily]

It was incredible how much more peacefully Emilia was able to sleep in Brad’s bed than in her own. She slept straight through the night, from the moment she drifted off, happily nestled into her sibling’s chest. If they would’ve had to share one bedroom in the apartment, Emilia really wouldn’t have minded. That arrangement certainly could work to deter random tramps from coming over to hook up with her good-looking brother and she would be pleased with that; however, Eric probably wouldn’t share her enthusiasm for the room downgrade. Her boyfriend already made criticism of the twins’ closeness that Emilia simply shrugged off, because she felt that he was jealous of their special bond.

Emilia had a completely dreamless sleep, snuggled up in her brother’s protective arms. She stirred slightly as his body withdrew from hers, leaving her alone in the bed, but she simply turned over to bask in the warmth of the space he left unoccupied. Tunneling her hands beneath his pillow, the long-haired twin turned over onto her stomach and sprawled out under the covers. Brad’s absence was obvious to her, even as she slumbered, but she didn’t want to leave his comfy bed. She knew he’d return.

Turning her face away from the sun beams filtering through the windows, Emilia pressed her cheek to Brad’s pillow, exhaling softly as his familiar scent infiltrated her nose. Her soft lips curved up in a contented smile as the faint sounds of Brad milling about in the kitchen floated through the apartment, shortly accompanied by the delicious aroma of fried bacon. She loved it when her brother cooked. He was better at it than she was, if she was being honest, but he never made a big deal of it. He was simply happy to take care of his sister and that’s how Emilia felt all siblings should treat each other.

Opening her eyes as she heard her brother’s footsteps approaching, Emilia attended to the open bedroom door. Her smile brightened as Brad’s handsome face appeared. “Moorniiing,” She sighed, stretching her legs underneath the bedsheets, her t-shirt riding up over her naked thighs and ass. She spotted the tray in his hands and cooed, “Aww...you made all this for me?” Pulling herself up into a seated position, Emilia waited for Brad to lean down and lower the tray, then seized the opportunity to peck her brother’s cheek when he did so. “You’re the sweetest.” Wrapping her fingers around a glass of orange juice, the half-nude girl absentmindedly crossed her legs. Pain flashed between her still sore cunt lips, instantly reminding her of the horrible time she’d had the previous night. The slightly younger Anderson cringed briefly, her hands shaking as she lifted the glass to her lips to drink. “You shouldn’t have, Brad. Thanks.”

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia put on a brave smile and nodded in response when Brad asked if she was alright. She didn’t want to bother him with details of her still sore womanhood. There was nothing he could do about that, after all. The long-haired brunette simply would have to take it easy and allow her body to recuperate, well, for as long as she could before her evening work shift at the local casual-dining restaurant. It wouldn’t be much fun to be waitressing, bustling about on her feet all night, but she didn’t want to lose wages over this.

“Thank you.” The appreciative twin sighed, looking up at her handsome brother as he held her hand inside his to keep it steady. His phone went off and Emilia looked at it curiously, but without saying a word. She wondered if it was a lady friend of Brad’s or work calling; she hoped it was the latter.

“Oh. Okay.” Emilia exhaled with relief, when Brad informed her that it was the firehouse calling. She sipped from her cup to conceal her satisfied smile. It wasn’t that she wished extra shifts on her brother, she just really disapproved of his choices in women. It was better if the strapping sibling focused on his career now anyway; he was working his way up the ranks at the firehouse and messing with silly girls would only serve to distract him from his goals.

The part-time waitress tried not to eavesdrop as Brad spoke to his supervisor, instead she set her orange juice down and ate some of her cereal, waiting for him to finish his call. When he hung up, his sister pouted at him, loosely hugging his side before he pulled away to leave the room. “Wish you could stay with me longer.” She sank back into the pillows, watching the muscles of his back flex and extend as he walked to the bathroom.

Shortly after the shower began running, Emilia heard her brother call to her. “Oh. Be right there!” She replied, carefully moving the breakfast tray off of her legs, then getting out of bed to grab a towel from the linen closet in the hall. The smooth-legged twin paced toward the bathroom and stepped inside the open doorway, without so much as a knock. Extending the towel to her soaked brother, her eyes casting a brief glance to his nude body, she smiled sweetly, “Here.” She couldn’t resist the urge to playfully yank the towel out of his grasp at first, when he reached for it.

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia giggled as Bradley grasped for the towel, finally tugging it free from her taunting fingers. "You're only older than me by 10 minutes...but it's still my job to bug you." She reminded him, poking her tongue out at her twin. When he shook his head, sending water droplets all over her, she lifted her hands and turned her face away to shield herself. She loved these little moments they shared; in their 22 years of living, the Anderson twins had never had an actual fight. "I think I'll manage, Brad," She said, rolling her bright blue eyes as she hung back in the hall and watched her brother get ready for work.

She folded her arms across her chest, silently wishing that they could spend just a bit more time together before he had to pull a double shift. "They would if they were gay..." She teased, knowing quite confidently that none of the guys Brad worked with were in fact interested in him in that way. "Unless it's your lucky day and you get a lady firefighter at the station. She probably wouldn't mind you in a towel." When he kissed her cheek, she exhaled, allowing him to hug her on his way out. "See you later, Brad. Love you."

Emilia waited until her hard-bodied twin had stepped out of the apartment before returning to his bedroom to finish breakfast then tidy up. She lounged in his bed for another hour or so, then forced herself to get into the shower and get dressed. She bathed and dressed cautiously, only slightly less swollen from the previous night's exploit with her boyfriend. Slipping on a pair of comfortable flats to match the thin belt on her airy, white sundress, Emilia slid her favorite bag over her arm and headed outside to enjoy the nice weather. Her restaurant shift didn't start for another 2 hours, so she had some time to walk around and get a little sun.

She toyed with the idea of calling Eric as she walked, noticing a number of missed texts and calls on her phone log, but she decided against it for now. The former virgin simply wasn't ready to talk to her boyfriend yet. Perhaps later on, after she'd had the opportunity to seek counsel from some friends she worked with, she'd have more courage. She knew that she owed it to Eric to explain why she'd left his place so quickly after they were intimate, and she owed it to herself to figure out where they would go from here.

 

[EroticLily]

Leya Singh stood beside Chief Ferguson, in a form-fitting gray t-shirt and lightweight sweats, with a satisfied grin on her red lips as he introduced her to the men of the firehouse for the first time. Holding her head high and pushing her chest out with pride, the dark-haired female subtly took in the sights and scents of the firestation, her eyes roaming as far as they would allow her to explore from the spot she was standing in. The 21 year old was the only child in her family of 5 siblings to shrug off the traditional vocations of doctor or dentist and she was damn proud of herself for making it through training and certification despite the odds stacked against her as a woman in this male-dominated arena. Her parents still disapproved of her choice, but Leya had always been a free spirit, confident and brave; she was tenacious as a lion (as the Hindu origin of her name would suggest) and an avid thrill-seeker. What could be more thrilling than risking her life by fighting fires and rescuing those in peril? Plus, Leya saw nothing undesirable about having to work in the constant presence of like-minded, incredibly fit men.

Stepping forward with a confident smile and an outstretched hand, Leya greeted each of her colleauges with a cordial, "Nice to meet you. I'm Leya Singh." Her almond-shaped eyes made quick work of sizing each man up as she moved along the quaint assembly. Each one had their rugged charm, a chiseled chin here, a set of buff forearms there, a velvety deep voice here, a hint of a sprawling chest tattoo there. Leya appreciated all of it. She'd learned to hold the company of men in high esteem, growing up with 4 brothers of her own. She was almost constantly bombarded with their lewd remarks about women they bedded or intended to, and she often found herself in the thick of their rough-housing. Due to her rough-and-tumble upbringing, Leya was most comfortable around men and thanks to her exotic features and sensuous body, they seemed to be all too happy to have her around. She loved the attention she would get from males, and she wasn't at all shy about expressing her interest in one whom she found desirable.


When she reached the end of the line of firefighters, placing her hand into the rough palm of the one Chief Ferguson introduced as Bradley, she pursed her lips with gratification. He was certainly the finest of the men in the firehouse; a tall, handsome, fit guy, with captivating eyes, and a killer smile. Oh yes, she was going to love working alongside him. Perhaps under him and on top of him, as well. "It's my pleasure to meet you, Bradley." She said, keeping her eyes fixed upon his as the other men parted ways, grumbling over how lucky Brad was to be giving a hot chick like her a private tour.

"I'd love that tour now." She replied, with a light nod of her head, the end of her long, silky ponytail tickling the middle of her back as she moved toward her tour-guide.

 

[EroticLily]

Leya noticed the way that Bradley was staring at her, but she said nothing about it. It was amusing to the doe-eyed young woman how the attractive firefighter forced himself to keep his eyes at a respectable level. She enjoyed the implication behind his lingering gaze, nonetheless; he was definitely interested, and so was she. She was confident that her blue-eyed colleague would appreciate the opportunity to get to know her more intimately, and she was eager to find out just how quickly he'd jump on the chance to.
As she scanned the living room while Brad spoke, Leya pinpointed all of the possible surfaces which she could coax him into fooling around on and against. The firehouse pool table stood out as the front-runner for the adventurous girl. "It'll do." She said with a coy grin on her cherry red lips. She simply smiled and shook her head at the calendar, not minding the provocative nature of the photographs on them one bit.

Following her capable tour guide away from the living room and into the kitchen area, Leya did her best to seem attentive. She looked at Brad as he spoke, but she was distracted by thoughts of hopping up on the kitchen counter and pulling the hot guy between her caramel-toned legs. "Hm...lucky that we're in the fire station then," she observed, tapping into the conversation when Brad mentioned their colleagues setting little fires in failed attempts to cook.

"You're a man who can cook?" Her perfectly groomed brow arched with interest. "That's rather rare." She said, her smile brightening as she shifted a bit closer to Brad as they continued on their walk through the firehouse.

Pursing her soft lips as she surveyed the sleeping quarters, Leya wondered how the other men would react if, in fact, she was allowed to stay in the same room with them during night shifts. Of course, this would be against regulations, but it was harmless to ponder. The brown-eyed beauty already knew that she had her own room on the other side of the station, which Chief Ferguson had taken the liberty to show her first, but she didn't have to tell Brad that so quickly; if he was a stickler for following the rules, she wouldn't be able to have much fun with him on future night shifts they shared. When he asked if she'd worked in another firehouse before, Leya smirked and teased, "Actually, Brad, you're popping my firehouse cherry."

As Brad's gaze began to drift from her naturally pretty face, resting on the modest swell of her breasts, Leya pretended not to notice. "Oh, I'd love to see the equipment...and the trucks." She replied, knowing that her playful replies were growing increasingly wicked, bordering unprofessional. She couldn't help herself; she liked pushing buttons to see what would happen.

"You're doing fabulously," She remarked, following Brad's lead out of the bedroom, though she wouldn't have minded lingering there a bit longer. Leya's eyes lit up when she heard that their next destination would be the garages. She was excited to see the firetrucks; that hadn't been an exaggeration. "Are you kidding? Do I look like the kind of girl who'd turn down the opportunity to slide down a long, hard pole?" She flirted back, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder as she turned on her heel to strut toward the fire poles.

Rubbing her hands together once she reached the twin poles, Leya waited for Brad to catch up. Once he did, she wrapped her slender fingers around the lukewarm steel in front of her, and glanced back over her shoulder at Brad. "Meet you down there." She winked, leaning into the pole and wrapping her legs around it, gliding effortlessly down to the station floor.

 

[EroticLily]

Leya placed her hands on her shapely hips as she waited for Brad to slide down to the station floor. She grinned as her handsome colleague released the fire pole, once his feet met the ground, and greeted her once again. "Hello there," She giggled, turning on her heel to follow the blue-eyed firefighter on the last leg of their tour.

The exotic brunette stayed close to Brad as he showed her where the miscellaneous fire-fighting gear was housed. Nodding every once in a while to show that she was still listening, Leya folded her arms over her chest, unintentionally pressing her t-shirt taut against her breasts. She smirked when he pointed out the boots and jackets, wondering if he'd ever shown up at a girlfriend's place in his soot-smudged uniform. She certainly wouldn't be able to resist that sexy sight. The olive-skinned woman had dressed up in sexy outfits to please past lovers of her own; it was harmless fun, in her eyes.

"You're a very thorough, guy, Brad. I like that." She commented, playfully nudging his arm with her elbow just as they reached the highlight of their tour - the fire trucks. She grinned genuinely in response to her companion's expression of child-like glee as he gestured to the impressive vehicle. She appreciated how passionate Brad seemed to be about his job, and that quality made him all the more attractive to her.

"Slow you down?" Leya scoffed, arching her dark brow at his teasing remark. "I hope I'm not gonna have to punch you or your buddies in the balls for making smart remarks like that about me." She countered with a wicked smile. Just because she was a good-looking woman, who liked to look and smell nice, that didn't mean she wouldn't drop everything at a moment's notice to answer the call to duty. She had made it this far, after all. "I've ridden along for training...but sure, I'd love to explore the neighborhood some." Leya took a step back as Brad opened the door and climbed up into the shiny, red truck, encouraging her to join him.

"Hm...if I play with the lights and sirens while you're driving..." She mused, pacing to the passenger's side and climbing up into the seat. Pulling the door shut and turning to Brad she continued, "when it's my turn at the wheel...what are you going to play with?"

Letting her suggestive enquiry linger between them as she sank back into her seat, fastening her belt over her, Leya smirked. She probably should've made a concerted effort to behave herself, but it was difficult around Brad. He was just so hot. Glancing over at her accommodating tour guide as he maneuvered the fire truck out of the garage and few blocks away from the station, a naughty idea formed in Leya's mind. "You know...you've been really sweet to me, Brad." She said, her hand slowly inching over the armrest to settle on Brad's knee. "It's not easy being the new girl, especially in a guy-dominated place like the fire station...if there was anyway I could express my gratitude..."

 

[EroticLily]

As much as Leya appreciated Bradley's dedication to his task as her personal tour guide, she wasn't all that interested in exploring the sights of the neighborhood right now; she was far more interested in exploring him. Circling her index finger around the cap of his knee through his jeans, Leya's dark eyes drifted toward Brad's thighs. She knew it was risky to flirt so openly with a colleague, especially on her first night of duty, but she didn't care. Bradly wasn't exactly complaining.

The seductive female firefighter grinned knowingly as the fire truck began to slow down before rolling to a complete stop in the vacant parking lot. It was probably the safest idea for Brad to pull over before her tease went any further. "Oh, I can wait my turn at the wheel...besides, I have something in mind that you might not want to wait for."

Capturing her bottom lip between her front teeth as Brad's palms grazed her thighs en route to her seatbelt, Leya lifted her eyes to meet his once more. Her cohort's deep blue eyes were mesmerizing and the mischievous glint in them mirrored the one in hers. The silky-haired brunette drew her hand back from Brad's knee just long enough to free herself from the seatbelt as it recoiled, then she leaned in toward him closer than before.

"I'm incredibly grateful..." She whispered, lowering her hands to the front of the handsome firefighter's jeans, unfastening the top button then pulling the zipper down. "And I have no problems expressing that to you, Brad." Licking her lips for emphasis, Leya slipped her hand into the open fly of Brad's pants. She wasn't at all disappointed as she felt the thick outline of his shaft beneath her roving palm.

Teasingly grazing her fingernails across the front of his boxer briefs, the exotic beauty lifted her free hand to guide Brad's face toward hers. "I'm glad the chief picked you to welcome me," She purred, finding the opening of his underwear and gently freeing his cock from the confines of the cotton.

"I think you're really sexy."

Wrapping her fingers around Brad's exposed member, the mocha-skinned woman tightened her grasp and slid her fist down the length of her companion's warm cock. Leya brushed her soft lips against Brad's, not quite kissing the attractive firefighter; she wanted him to kiss her first. Administering a firm, brief squeeze of her curled fingers at his base, she slowly slid her fist back up to his bulbous tip to repeat the stroke.

 

[EroticLily]

Leya smirked in quiet satisfaction over the lustful groan induced by her teasing treatment of the male firefighter's sizeable cock. There was no sound sexier to the exotic young woman, than the husky exhale of an expletive in response to her seductive touch.

"Fuck" was the pinnacle of filth, the holy grail of naughty words.

She loved it when a man lost his composure as a direct result of her manipulations; and there was nothing like illiciting such a strong utterance of desire from someone she was barely even acquainted with. The dark-haired beauty shivered when Brad groaned the delicious phrase against her face, exciting every cell in her body, the heat of his expelled breath on her skin encouraging a similar bloom of warmth between her supple thighs.
There would be no hope of discouraging her wickedness now.

When Brad closed the gap between their mouths, delivering a crushing kiss, Leya permitted his tongue access to hers without hesitation. A sultry moan escaped from her throat, resonating pleasantly between their hot, smacking lips. She maintained her grasp on his stiff pole, stroking up and down the veiny length with a steady pulse of her skilled fingers. She smiled against her colleague's lips when his palm found its way to her breast, arousing her semi-erect nipple to full attention.

Leya squirmed in the cushy passenger seat of the fire truck as Brad's fingers crept toward her sweats, eventually slipping beneath the waistband and caressing the flesh of her inner thigh. This impromptu encounter was wrong for so many reasons; they were practically strangers, fraternizing was against the firehouse rules, and anyone could catch them messing around in this vacant lot. But none of that mattered. The almond-eyed woman still trembled with desire, turning her hips toward Brad as his hand curved over her trimmed mound through her black panties; she still closed her eyes and sighed as his lips lightly pressed to the side of her slender throat, causing her clit to ache for recognition.

"Mmm." Passing the pad of her thumb across the slippery tip of Brad's cock when his mouth withdrew from her neck, the bronze-skinned seductress peered into the crystal pools that were staring back at her. She licked her lips with devious intent, pointedly letting her gaze fall to the thick erection between her fingers. Brad's wandering digits tunneled inside of her lacy panties, lazily making contact with her wet cunt lips and she countered by pumping her fist up and down his shaft with increased vigor.

"I can't help it," She purred, using her free hand to tuck the dark locks that got loose from her ponytail behind her ear. "The thought of sucking your cock right now..." With a mischievous smile on her full lips, Leya leaned down toward Brad's lap and poked her tongue out to taste her cohort's pre-cum, "...just gets me hot." Slowly circling her tongue around the tip of his swollen head, she licked the salty secretion away. "Mm." She moaned softly, peeking back up into the older Anderson sibling's blue hues. Leya parted her sheened lips then sealed them tight around his shiny helmet, firmly sucking it into her hot mouth.

 

[EroticLily]

Leya teased Brad’s spongy head, lightly flicking her tongue across it, making it glisten with her warm saliva. She pressed her tongue flat to the side of his cock and licked it up and down slowly, eager to consume every bit of his arousal; though the longer she teased him, the more his pre-cum oozed out. Exhaling softly, thoroughly enjoying their little game, the amorous brunette parted her lips slightly to allow more of Brad’s hard cock to fit inside her mouth.

Teasing was so much fun; Leya wouldn’t just rush to deepthroating, though she was quite capable of that. She could feel Brad’s steely length pulsate between her slender fingers as she continued to stroke his increasingly slick shaft up to her suctioning lips. She sucked harder when he moaned, goading her on. “Mmhm.” Her tongue brushed against the underside of his rigid pole, as his hips shifted in rhythm with the spirited bob of her head up and down in his lap. Administering a slight twist of her wrist every time her fist reached his sturdy base, Leya took Brad’s erection deeper toward the back of her welcoming throat.

She moaned with pleasure as the firefighter scooped her ponytail into his hand, keeping her hair off her hot neck, permitting her to continue sucking him off at her own discretion. Her panties were drenched by the time Brad withdrew his hand from inside them, leaving her clit full and desperate for relief. Keeping her eyes fixed on his, Leya felt Brad’s fingers descend into the back of her sweats now, snaking into the other end of her dark panties. She writhed about on the passenger seat as his fingertip deliberately grazed her sensitive pucker. Swallowing his stiff member until his swollen tip tickled her throat, Leya passed her fingertips along Brad’s balls. She rubbed them in slow circles, mirroring the way his finger massaged her asshole.

Leya whimpered when Brad’s finger pressed into her tight ass; she squeezed his cock within her small fist and groaned in ecstasy around his wet shaft as his digit eased inside. She drew back momentarily, releasing his stiff dick from her lips with a wet pop. Getting a much needed intake of breath, Leya licked her lips and purred, “Mm... I love it up my ass.” The Indian woman loved the sensation of fullness in all of her orifices and it was extra sexy how Brad took charge and explored her limits without her having to ask. “We’re getting to know each other...very well.” She sighed with a cheshire grin, taking Brad’s cock back into her mouth to continue working it.

 

[EroticLily]

When Brad relaxed into the driver's seat, permitting Leya to have free reign over his magnificent cock, the raven-haired woman didn't hesitate to exercise her skill. The seductive firefighter squeezed the engorged base of Brad's cock, moaning as his thick pre-cum slid down the back of her throat. Thrusting her tongue forward and flicking the tip of it over the ridges lining his erect pole, Leya gave Brad's cock a firm, thorough sucking.

Relentlessly bobbing her head in the male firefighter's lap, the brown-eyed young woman took his full length into her mouth. Brad's hoarse groans of pleasure competed delightfully with the suctioning sounds of her tight lips tugging on his slick shaft as she began to deep-throat it. Even as his dick began to restrict her airflow, causing her to gag, Leya happily persisted. She was insatiable for cock; luckily, Brad didn't seem to mind.

As she continued to pump the root of his cock with her glistening fist, Leya cupped his cum-laden balls with her free hand. She wanted so much for his hot seed to flood her pretty little mouth and by the way he tensed beneath her, she could tell it wouldn't be much longer until her wish was fulfilled.

His finger felt so good thrusting away inside her tiny hole that she was moaning almost constantly as she sucked his cock. When Brad warned her that his orgasm was approaching, she nodded slightly to acknowledge his announcement and sucked even more feverishly, eager to receive his load. Her long, dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks as her own orgasm welled up inside of her. Abruptly pulling his sticky shaft from between her full lips, Leya gasped, "Oh fuuck!" Expelling a guttural moan as Brad vigorously fingered her tight asshole, nearly pushing her over the edge, Leya ran her tongue across her shiny lips. Working his cock with both of her hands, she circled the slippery tip with her tongue and beckoned, "I want to taste your cum. Let me taste it, baby."

 

[EroticLily]

"Mmmhm..." Leya moaned, her eyelids heavy with lust as she writhed against Brad's hand in the passenger seat. "Don't stop fingering my ass, baby. Fuck...it feels so good."

Sucking his plump helmet between her lips, the exotic beauty gazed into her fellow firefighter's deep blue eyes. He caught her slightly off guard by grasping the back of her head to roughly guide his cock toward the back of her throat once more, but Leya adjusted quickly, squeezing her colleague's thighs with her arousal-coated fingertips, and pushing her tongue forward to make room for his thick shaft.

Moving her right hand between his legs, Leya rubbed Brad's heavy balls, coaxing them to empty their sticky contents into her awaiting mouth. "Mmm." Brad's hips jerked up, ramming his swollen head deep into her mouth just before he began to cum. Despite her diminished capacity to breathe with his cock filling her to her throat, Leya took as much of Brad's milky release as she could at once, swallowing it quickly and greedily. There was so much of it, that it spilled from the corners of her mouth and drizzled down the side of his shaft.

Lifting her head from his lap, his hot load coursing down her throat and into her belly, Leya pulled her lips from Brad's spent cock and lapped up the thin trails of cum she'd missed, making sure to swallow it all. She grinned wickedly, licking her fingers clean as well. Her thighs trembled and her eyes slammed shut as Brad sunk two fingers inside her tiny asshole, stretching it further. "Oh yeah....fuck...like that..." She groaned, her whole body beginning to quiver with pleasure. Leya bit down on her bottom lip, stifling the increasingly loud stream of moans and whimpers as Brad fucked her ass. Her muscles squeezed tightly around his pumping digits, her juices gliding down his palm and soaking the seat beneath her.

"Fuck...unghh!" She gasped, feeling Brad's strong hand grasp and squeeze her tit beneath her shirt as he punished her little pucker. She bucked hard against Brad's penetrating digits for as long as she could, finally stiffening and tossing her head back as her orgasm struck her. Leya cried out Brad's name, lazily riding the waves of ecstasy that coursed through her body, radiating out from deep inside her to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

 

[EroticLily]

Leya's lustrous lashes swept against her cheeks as her coffee brown eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Her orgasm was naturally subsiding, but her continual hip rocking permitted her to experience a few residual waves of pleasure. A satisfied smile graced her soft lips when Brad spoke to her, pulling her from her ecstatic daze. "Not bad at all," She purred, sinking back into her seat as her male colleague withdrew his fingers from her spent pucker.

The raven-haired female peered over at the gorgeous male beside her and grinned wider when she saw his glistening fingers outstretched toward her. She parted her lips and leaned forward, sliding the tip of her tongue across his wet knuckles. The brown-skinned firefighter gently curled her fingers around Brad's wrist and held his digits in place as she sealed her lips around them and sucked them clean. "Mmm." She released his hand when she was done and proceeded to pull her sweats and panties back into place. "Next time, huh?" She smirked, adjusting her tank top. "I can't wait."

Leya was sticky and wet between her legs, but it was totally worth the slight discomfort. She'd had a good time with Brad that night and she was confident that it wouldn't be a one-time fling. "Oh, I enjoyed it thoroughly." Leya teased, playfully rubbing her palm up Brad's pant leg. "Thank you for that." When he parked the big red truck in the garage, Leya drew her frazzled hair out of its hair tie and fixed her ponytail. She giggled in response to Brad's suggestion that they should actually do some work now. She jumped out of the passenger side of the fire truck and shut the door behind her, "Good idea."

Casting one last seductive glance at her attractive co-worker, Leya turned on her heel to head off to her private quarters. "I'll be in the shower if anyone needs me."

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia had gotten through her shift at the restaurant and made it home well before her brother, as expected. She'd made decent tips and had a couple of the male patrons hit on her, which perked up her mood. She decided against talking to her co-workers about what had transpired between her and Eric, for fear of bringing herself down. She'd deal with her boyfriend later. It was easier to keep saying that than to pick up the phone and make that awkward call.

As soon as she'd arrived home, the brunette stripped off her uniform slacks and polo shirt, putting on one of Brad's t-shirts, and dove into the tedious task of tidying up around the apartment. Cleaning wasn't something she particularly liked to do, but it was a good distraction from her problems. Plus, she knew that her sibling would appreciate her efforts.

She'd lost track of time, cleaning out the refrigerator, when she heard Brad calling her name from the entryway. She smiled wide, abandoning her task mid-way, grabbing a cold beer from the side door. "I'm in here, Brad." She replied, shutting the fridge door, then leaning her back against the counter to wait for him to enter the kitchen. "Hurry. I have the last beer..."

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia sported a wicked grin when her handsome brother entered the kitchen, catching her with the beer bottle to her lips. She’d only taken a small sip, knowing how much Bradley enjoyed a cold beer after a long shift. “Totally fair. I was here first,” she retorted, poking her tongue out.

Before she knew it her brother was upon her, wrestling the beer away from her grasp, assaulting her petite frame with tickles. “Noo-nooo!” She cried, squirming about under his fingers, trying her hardest not to give him the satisfaction of her giggles. The brunette had no choice but to surrender the bottle. “Sharing is lame...ugh, you’re lucky you’re bigger than me.”

“Well...I would offer you mine, but I don’t think they’d fit so good.” She teased, having a laugh at the image of her athletic brother stretching out her form-fitting tees. “I promise I’ll do laundry when you start running low. Fair?” She said, batting her lashes and pouting her lips to get her way.

A sudden knock at the door caught both Brad and Emilia by surprise. Emilia looked to Brad and accepted the beer bottle back as he left the room to go answer the door. She hung back in the kitchen, since she wasn’t properly dressed, peering around the doorway to see who their guest was. “Oh no.” She murmured, hearing the familiar voice of her boyfriend. For a moment, she hoped that Brad would send the other male away, but Eric asked to speak with her and she figured that she couldn’t avoid him any longer.

Emilia swallowed hard and set the beer bottle down on the counter when she was summoned, pulling the hem of Brad’s t-shirt down over her thighs as far as it would reach. “Coming,” she announced, taking a deep breath as she headed toward the apartment’s entryway. She set her eyes on the tall blonde on the other side of the hall and mustered a small smile. “Hi.” Tucking her loose curls behind her ear, Emilia glanced over at her brother and said, “Um...Brad, can you give us some privacy, please?”

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia was almost too nervous to look her boyfriend in the eyes; she didn't know how she'd get through this conversation. The bright-eyed brunette gave a stiff nod when Brad informed her that he'd be nearby, in case she needed him. Of course she'd need him. If things went terribly wrong between her and Eric, Bradley would have to step in and pick up the pieces. And if things went right, well, she'd have to confide in him because she trusted him more than anyone else she knew. As Brad made himself scarce, Emilia had to wonder if asking her brother to give them privacy was a bad idea.

"So...can I come in? Or am I banned to the hall?" Eric smirked in his usual way, offering his girlfriend a warm smile. Emilia nodded and swiftly moved aside to let the towering blonde inside. She bit her lip, trying to swallow her nerves. "Um...I guess we should sit down." Turning toward the living room, Emilia shuffled to the couch and sat down on the far left, giving Eric plenty of space across from her. Eric slid close to her, occupying the middle cushion. "Em, what's up with the cold shoulder? I've been calling and texting...I was getting worried." He said, concern furrowing his brows.

Emilia faced her boyfriend and nodded to acknowledge his concern. "I know...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry. It's just..." She trailed off, feeling an anxious knot form in her throat. Eric tilted his head, waiting for Emilia to explain herself. When she faltered, he reached out and lifted his girlfriend's chin up, meeting her eyes with a compassionate stare. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know I love you."

Emilia smiled weakly, feeling somewhat reassured by her brother's best friend. She never doubted Eric's feelings for her; she was just worried that things weren't going to be better between them physically and she wasn't sure how he would handle her saying so. How would any man feel knowing that their significant other didn't enjoy having sex with them? And actually dreaded attempting it again? "When we....slept together," She began, her voice nearly inaudible, "I know you didn't mean to...but...it didn't feel good for me. I didn't want you to be mad or hate me or..."

Eric's face fell when he learned the true reason for Emilia running out of his place the other night. He'd figured that he'd done something wrong, but he didn't realize he'd hurt her when they made love. "Well, I'm really sorry, babe. It's supposed to feel better as you go on. If I knew you were in that much pain, I wouldn't have pushed so hard." He sighed, taking her hand in his. "I'm not mad and I definitely don't hate you...do you hate me?"

Emilia shook her head immediately, cautiously interlacing her fingers with Eric's. "Of course not. I'm sorry, I guess I over-reacted." Eric's lips curved into a broad grin as he slipped his arm around her slender shoulders. "It's cool, Em. We talked and we'll figure it out. I'm not gonna push you into anything again, not until you let me know you're ready. Deal?" Emilia let out a sigh of relief, leaning into Eric's sturdy chest. This was the outcome she had hoped for. Eric was being super understanding and apologetic and that helped her feel much better about their future. She smiled softly and leaned in to peck his cheek, "Deal."

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia expelled a heavy sigh as she leaned into Eric's side, feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It was such a relief to have the issue out on the table with no arguing and no tears shed. The brunette smiled to herself thinking of how silly she'd been to put the conversation off for so long. Her boyfriend was surprisingly understanding about the whole thing and supportive of her need to take her time. She probably should've given him more credit than she had, and for judging him too harshly, she felt a tiny bit guilty.

Slipping her arms around his sturdy neck when Eric pulled her into his strong embrace, Emilia closed her eyes and enjoyed the comforting gesture. A knowing smile graced her pink lips as Eric turned his face slightly, ghosting his mouth over hers. Gently fondling his warm nape, Emilia kissed him back, pleased that things had seemingly returned to normal. She parted her lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slid over hers, giggling at the boldness of his advance with her brother and his best friend just in the next room. "Mmhm." When Eric pulled away, Emilia slipped her arms around his middle and leaned her head against his chest. Maybe taking a step back in their relationship would work out for the best.

Almost as if on cue, Bradley stepped into the room to check in. His twin smiled at him, signaling that all was well. When she caught sight of the dish towel hanging over Brad's shoulder, it reminded her that she owed Brad a meal this week. Maybe she'd surprise him with breakfast in the morning for his troubles. When both boys asked her what she wanted to do for dinner, she felt pulled in opposite directions. She figured that Eric would prefer to go out alone, since they'd been apart for a few days, but she really just wanted to stay home, in the company of her caring brother who was clearly still wary of Eric's intentions.

"Let's all stay here together, and have dinner like old times." She concluded, looking between both men to see if this option was favorable. She pecked Eric on the cheek, then pulled out of his grasp. She poked her tongue out at Brad as she passed him on her way to the kitchen. "I'll set the dining table and serve my two favorite boys. I'll call you when everything's set."

 

[EroticLily]

Emilia went to work in the kitchen as the boys hung back in the living room. She tip-toed up to open the cabinets over the sink and pull down the good dishware, since they were entertaining company. Even though it was just Eric, the slender brunette thought that it was still nice to set the table with a little formality. Emilia smiled as she gathered a handful of utensils, stacking them on the center of the plates as she would if she were working at the restaurant. The delicious aroma of Brad’s cooking filling her nose as she collected a bunch of napkins to bring to the table with the other things.

Treading lightly toward the dining room, which was in earshot of the kitchen, Emilia tried to listen in on the boys. She knew that Brad was probably a bit skeptical about Eric, considering that she was crying on his shoulder about him the other night, so she just wanted to make sure that they were getting along. When she heard Brad offer to put the football game on, she grinned while putting their three dishes down on their respective place mats. It seemed like the guys were back to normal and that made her relieved.

She returned to the kitchen once the places were set, deciding to leave the men to their conversation. They were probably going to talk about the provocatively-dressed cheerleaders on TV or something and Emilia didn’t really care for all that. It wasn’t a huge secret to either of the men in the other room that Emilia had a jealous streak when it came to other attractive women.

Placing oven mitts on her small hands before pulling down the oven door, Emilia stooped and cautiously removed the baked meal Brad had prepared. She licked her lips in anticipation of eating the yummy food as she carried the tray to the dining table, her crystalline hues greedily scouring for the piece she would claim first dibs on. She grabbed glasses and beverages last, rubbing her hands together with a satisfied smile on her lips as she surveyed the table once everything was laid out.

She poked her head into the living room doorway and sing-songed, "Dinner's ready!" The brunette took a seat on the side of the table, allowing Brad to occupy the head chair, leaving the seat next to her open for Eric if he wanted to take it. "So...what were you guys talking about?"

 

[EroticLily]

“Oh.” Emilia shrugged her shoulders, taking Brad’s words at face value since they rarely kept anything from each other. She wasn’t really that interested in what the boys discussed anyway, so long as they hadn’t talked about her.

Waiting patiently for her brother to serve dinner, the brunette turned her attention to Eric when he chimed in. Her brows perked up with curiosity at the mention of a new female worker at the fire station. The blue-eyed girl tilted her head and stared at Bradley accusingly, surprised that she hadn’t heard of this development earlier. It was pretty suspicious, in Emilia’s opinion, that the firefighter at the head of the table had failed to say anything about his new co-worker, then looked as uncomfortable as he did when her existence was brought up. A beautiful woman rarely slipped Brad’s awareness.

“She must be ugly if Brad didn’t tell me about her,” She said dismissively, flashing a teasing grin at her twin as he portioned out their servings. “My day was fine.” She replied, beginning on her meal along with the guys, “I made almost $200 in tips. Not bad for a day shift.”

Swallowing the bit of food in her mouth as Brad asked Eric if he intended to stay over, Emilia shifted her gaze between both men. She wasn’t sure if Brad would be comfortable with Eric spending the night, but in the end, that wasn’t his decision to make. Emilia figured that allowing her boyfriend to stay over was the least she could do to make up for her immature approach to their issues. Maybe it’d help them. She smiled at the attractive blonde across the table, interlacing their fingers on the table, “Yeah...I want you to stay.”

The rest of the meal went smoothly, much to Emilia’s relief. Leya was still someone she was curious to hear more about, but she didn’t press the matter at the dinner table. She’d save that inquisition for another time. Wiping her mouth clean with a napkin at the conclusion of dinner, Emilia pushed back in her seat and stood up to clear plates. She laughed at herself, realizing that she was acting as if she was a work still. “Um...can you guys clear, actually? I’m beat.”

She slipped her arms around Brad’s neck from behind and pecked his cheek, “Thanks for dinner. It was yummy.” Then she smiled and nodded to Eric, “I’ll be in my room when you’re done.” Casting one last glance between her boyfriend and brother, Emilia turned on her heel and strode down the hall to her bedroom.