Vee was horny.

It was a deep, throbbing heat she didn't recognize. This was not a quick-fuck-will-fix-it situation.

This was a primal, driving force that Vee had no experience with whatsoever.

She pulled her webcam off her PC and quickly attached and installed it on her laptop kept in her bedroom. Waiting for Dana to call back had her jumpy. She fiddled with her laptop, scrolling blindly through email and Yahoo. She paced her room, and finally locked her door and opened the bottom drawer of her bedside table.

Inside, a selection of sex toys gleamed up at her. She chose a soft silicon, flexible one with clit stimulation and grabbed a bottle of lube.

Shedding her clothes, she slicked up her hand and the toy, then turned it on.

Relaxing on her pillows, she closed her eyes and skimmed the bulbous head between her tits. She circled each nipple and then glided down to stroke over her slit.

Even without the lube, her folds were slick and warm. She sighed, imagining Dana's elegant hands on her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Those lips kissing and sucking her skin.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

Fantasy Dana shrugged out of her jacket and slipped her blouse over her head. A lacy bra cradled her small breasts, but her nipples stood prominent against the stretchy fabric.

With a sultry smile, Dana slid her hands up Vee's legs, cupping her calves and lifting one leg to her shoulder.

"Oh, please," Vee gasped, hips rolling, begging, demanding attention.

"Patience, mooi," Dana chided. "We've got all night."

Her phone shattered her fantasy and she growled.

Snatching up the phone, she smiled and answered.

"Hey, baby."

***

God.

That voice.

Rik was stirring a pot on the stove, laughing at something Dane was telling her, but Dana didn't see or hear any of it. He sat on a barstool at the island just outside the large kitchen.

Vee's throaty, low-pitched greeting had his body and mind instantly heated.

"Vivienne."

"I was just thinking about you," Vee breathed.

"Oh." Dana felt completely stupid. His brain refused to function with so many completely decadent images dancing before his eyes. "Good thoughts I hope."

"No," Vee purred. "Nasty."

Dana gulped and lurched to his feet. He gave an absent wave to his siblings and dashed through the house to his suite.

Once he gained privacy, he shrugged off his jacket, grabbed the laptop, and got comfortable in his bedroom.

"Are you feeling naughty, cher?"

"So naughty," Vee sighed.

Dana loosened a few buttons on his shirt. "I want to see you, mooi," he whispered.

He had no idea what could have set Vee off, but he wasn't one to let a golden opportunity pass by.

It only took a few minutes for Vivienne to appear on his screen.

"Fuck."

Dana didn't know he said it out loud.

Vee lay back on her bed, the blue bedspread was smooth beneath her, but her braids were once again spread around her. The laptop was tipped so Dana could see she wore a sheer deep purple negligee that did nothing to hide her large dark nipples standing at attention.

"Hey, baby."

"Vivienne," Dana swallowed. "Are you wearing this for me?"

"Mmhmm."

"Thank you, mooi. I wish I was there with you."

"What would you do?"

A hard spasm shuddered through Dana. "I would feed you your dessert, of course."

Vivienne pouted. "That's all?"

"While I had mine, darling," Dana growled.

"And where is yours?"

"You. All of you. That little dip at your throat. Your shoulders. Your neck. Those sexy nipples. I would only sip from them, you understand. An appetizer. I would kiss and bite across your lovely skin until I found the true treasure between your legs."

"Oh yes," Vee sighed. "Please."

"Are you there with me, mooi?"

"Yes."

"I wouldn't feast upon you, mooi," Dana whispered, slipping a hand down his own body, watching Vee's lashes flutter as she twisted restlessly. "I would nibble, taste, savor you. The scent of you would intoxicate me. I would take my time finding every point of pleasure there. Until I was drunk on you, mooi. Then, and only then, would I devour that pussy, fuck you with my tongue and fingers until you come screaming for me."

"Oh god...yes, Dana... Baby, yes!"

Dana closed his eyes, listening to Vee's orgasm set him off and he moaned, gasping until he went limp.

"Fuck."

He laughed, Vee's whispered curse sending a latent shiver through him.

"Now I need a cigarette," Vee sighed, "and I don't even smoke."

He felt reborn, exhilarated. "We must do this again, cher," he teased. "We just gave Big Brother something to talk about."

Vee laughed, rolling to her feet. Dana watched her walk away, then heard water running. "Did you get to have dinner with your sister?" Her voice echoed back to the laptop from her bathroom.

"Rik and Dane are still cooking."

"Do you need to go?"

"No, darling. Dane already knows I meant to spend some time with you. Get your dessert out."

"Are you gonna tell me what it is?"

"When you have it, mooi."

Dana pushed up from the bed and strolled through his darkening bedroom to a chest of drawers. He pulled his shirt over his head while digging for clean and comfortable.

"Oo, sexy."

"You think so, cher?" Dana tossed a teasing wink over his shoulder.

"Let me see your tits, baby."

Dana moved out of range of the camera to his bathroom.

"Hey, where did you go?"

"I'm here, cher. Just cleaning up and changing clothes."

"Dana?"

Dressed in loose sweats and a tank top, Dana sat on the bed and turned the laptop to face him. Vee looked confused, and a little hurt.

"Why are you hiding from me, baby?"

The quiet question hit Dana in the heart.

"I have some... unusual physical...anomalies. I don't think a video call is the best place to show you that."

"Oh." Those golden eyes brightened, and the camera tilted. Dana saw her settled in the middle of her bed with the small bag from Pappadeaux. "Can I open the bag, now?"

"Yes, cher, open the bag."

Vee put the laptop on the bed and Dana saw the side of the bag. He waited until the camera refocused on the takeout bowl.

"So, what is it?"

"Vanilla cheesecake with whipped cream and strawberries."

"Yummy."

"Dig in, mooi," Dana urged. "Let me see you."

Dana threw the comforter and sheets back on the king-sized bed and stretched across it. While he waited for Vee to reposition herself, he stacked some of the massive pillows so he could sit comfortably.

Finally, the camera showed Vee with the cheesecake in one hand and a fork in the other.

"Okay, here I go."

"Don't forget the strawberries."

Dana sighed along with her while she licked the fork and went in for another bite.

"God, you're killing me," he whispered and smiled at the saucy wink his siren tipped his way.

"What a way to go," Vee teased.

"Amen, amen, amen," Dana intoned, making Vee giggle.

"Mm, it's almost gone."

"You can lick the bowl, mooi," Dana suggested. "I won't judge."

"No, you'll be too busy rubbin' one out." She flicked her tongue out to capture whipped cream from her fork.

"I never denied ulterior motives," Dana agreed, smiling. "So long as you don't deny your own."

Dana swallowed hard, watching that quick pink tongue flick along the sides of the empty container.

Fuck. He was gonna rub one out.

Maybe more than one.

"Where do you want to go for dinner?" It took some effort to put words together, but he was determined.

Vee put the empty, licked container and the plastic fork in the bag and stretched out on her bed. "You nailed lunch. Surprise me with dinner."

"Is there anywhere you always wanted to go, but never have?"

"Reunion Tower."

Dana chuckled. "What else? It doesn't have to be local."

"Well, hell, I'd love to go to Texas de Brazil in Addison just once before I die."

"I'll keep that in mind. Have you ever been to The House of Blues or the Hard Rock Café?"

"No."

"Breakfast at Tiffany's?"

"God, no. I've never lived anywhere but Como. Never been anywhere but Texas."

"I would love to pick you up tomorrow night for dinner," Dana said quietly. "I won't try to come in and I'll wait for you in the car."

"You know what's so fucked up?" Vee muttered. "I wanted to give you my address the first time you asked. Like really wanted to."

"But."

"I'm a single Black woman in America. We go missing and nobody but family even knows for days. Months. I don't want to be scared like that, but I gotta be."

"If any of my sisters gave someone they just met in a bar their address," Dana said slowly, "I'd be furious. They are also Black women in America not even born in this country. Only Dane, Rik, and I can claim citizenship from birth. My father just got his green card four years ago. Before that, he was on a work visa he had to renew every two years."

"It's not a highly sought position," Vee laughed softly, "Black woman in America."

"In my eyes," Dana told her, pillowing his head on one folded arm, "there is no finer female form to be had. I mean, I am terribly biased, as all my sisters match the dynamic. But between Dane and me, we have always dated Black women. Rik doesn't seem to have a preference."

"Y'all ever share?"

Dana laughed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I've never been asked that one."

"Sorry." Vee cringed and looked truly contrite.

"No, no, mooi. Yes, we have, but only twice. The first time we had a man, then a few years later a woman. It was not serious for any of us. Just a game."

"I don't think I'd ever recover from both of you," Vee remarked. "I'd be ruined for life."

Dana swallowed. "Did you want to explore the Twin Experience?"

Vee's dusky cheeks darkened when she laughed. "No, baby. I don't think this is one of those game situations."

Relief flooded Dana's body, leaving him momentarily weak.

He liked sharing with Dane. As Twins, he shared everything with Dane. The two times they did share were among the most erotic experiences of their lives.

For the first time in his life, Dana didn't want to share with his twin.

"I never had anyone I wanted to keep for myself," Dana murmured absently. "Until now." The realization was a shock.

"Dana," Vee's voice trembled with emotion. "How soon is too soon? How fast is too fast?"

He took a deep breath, gazing into those golden eyes that enchanted him.

"My father swears he loved my mother the moment he saw her and knew he would never rest until he claimed her.

"Last month we gave them a custom-built bed for their anniversary because they broke theirs for the third time in two years.

"Four of my sisters married within a year of meeting their spouses.

"My mother likes to say we love fast and forever in our family.

"I can't say if this is too soon or fast. I can only say that it was very hard to put you in that car today and go back to work. To not be in your company for hours. To see you lying there in that bed, and not be there to touch you and hold you."

"This is fucking terrifying," Vee whispered.

"Yes," a thrill coiled through Dana, and he shivered, knowing this was right. "And glorious."

Vee bit her bottom lip and Dana groaned in envy.

"I still wanna see your tits."

Dana snorted he laughed so hard. "I want to see yours as well, mooi, in person!" he finished laughing when Vee sat up and reached for the thin straps of her nightie.

That pout was adorable. He melted into a puddle of Dana-flavored goo.

***

They talked well into the evening, setting up dinner for the next night. Dana gently wished Vee good night when she yawned for the fourth time.

Sighing in contentment, he rolled out of bed and wandered out of his room.

He wasn't surprised to hear Dane and Rik laughing.

Their house was a gift from their architect older sisters. It was a project home they built on a five-acre plot heading west out of Fort Worth toward Weatherford. The area was mostly wide-open unincorporated tracts of land, but developments were popping up all around them.

Their sisters had no idea what to do with the quirky complex they built once it was complete. Dana wasn't certain who came up with the idea to gift it to them, but he was grateful.

It was a triplex, with a central living space that opened up into all three of their personal areas. They each had three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms with a small kitchen and shared a patio with a custom multilevel pool out back. The central space boasted a sunken living room, a huge gourmet kitchen, office space for each of them, and a den they turned into a workout room.

Dana found his siblings on the floor in front of the detached fireplace, sharing a bottle of peach schnapps.

"There you are," Rik called, bouncing to her feet with a smile.

"Sissy," Dana hugged his older sister tight. They didn't see enough of her, but when they did, she made it count.

"I heard you met someone." Rik pulled back and arched a brow, peering up at him.

She was shorter than Dana and Dane. While they both stood six foot three, she topped out six feet even.

Dana threw Dane a look which he saluted with the last of the schnapps in his glass.

"Come on, you gotta catch up." Rik took his arm and hauled him forward, plopping him down by Dane.

"I have to work tomorrow," Dana objected, watching Dane fill a glass almost to the brim and pass it over.

Rik scoffed, slamming the last of hers and reaching for the bottle. "Like you ever get hung over. Shut up and drink."

Unable to dispute it, Dana lifted the glass and chugged the sweet liqueur, then held out the glass for a refill.

"So?" Rik prompted.

Resistance was futile. Rik was a force of nature and wouldn't stop picking until she pulled out every tidbit of information she wanted.

"Her name is Vivienne. She's a freelance translator. We had lunch today and we're going to dinner tomorrow. She has a cousin who doesn't trust me, but she appears to want to."

"I'm just so glad you're dating," Rik sighed, sipping her schnapps. "It's about goddamn time."

Dana shrugged, crossing his legs. "What about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

"God no," Rik shuddered. "Not even on the radar. Anyway," she flipped their signature dark red hair over her shoulder with a careless toss of her head. She wore it longer than Dane's, and the thick waves hung to her waist even when braided. "How could any one person keep up with me?"

Dane shook his head. "That's a bullshit excuse," he remarked. "What happened to that one...Jessie? You seemed really into her."

Rik shrugged. "Didn't work out. She wanted to settle down and teach. I didn't, and she didn't want a globetrotter for a partner."

Dana saw the ghost of regret in her sister's green eyes. He felt for her. It wasn't the first time her thirst for travel cost her a relationship.

Dana thought this one might hurt, though.

"Well," Dana continued, "Vivienne has never lived outside of the metroplex. Despite that, she has a marvelous ear for accents. She knew I wasn't Aussie."

"Yeah, but she thought we were a couple," Dane reminded him.

"Ew," Rik mock-shuddered, and Dana laughed. "Not that you're not, you know, hot, Trois, but...Ew."

"I explained," Dana added. "And she did catch on to my strategy, almost immediately."

"Hey, I didn't say anything about being sneaky about it," Dane defended himself. "People like to know they're wanted, y'know? Maybe she went along 'cuz she was digging you."

"I think she is digging me," Dana felt his body heat up. "She... um," he cleared his throat, peering at his siblings. "She was wearing a negligee tonight. I think purple is my new favorite color."

"Oo, la la," Rik laughed. "Go get her, Deux."

Dana grinned at the old nickname. Before they officially named themselves, Rik was Un, and Dane was Trois.

"I told her how we named ourselves, too." Dana frowned at his empty glass and glared at Dane. With a wink, he passed the bottle.

"Did you tell her your name was almost Diana?"

"Um," Dana coughed on a swallow. "No," he wheezed. "We haven't gotten that far yet."

"If she's wearing a purple negligee for you," Rik pointed out, "it might be a good idea to get that far."

"No doubt," Dane agreed.

Dana sighed, and the old anxiety crept up and took him by the throat. "I...I want to tell her."

"But?" Rik prompted.

"You're worried she'll reject you," Dane supplied. He scooted close and pressed their foreheads together. "Deux. There's nothing wrong with you."

Dana stared into Dane's eyes, the exact shade and shape as his own. "She wanted to see my tits."

"Oh, Deux," he pulled Dana into a hug.

"What did you say to that?" Rik asked quietly.

She was a whole twenty minutes older than them, but she never acted like an outsider. They were close, as twins should be, and Rik always admired and encouraged them to cultivate that bond. She was the best big sister in every way, good and not as good.

"I told her I had physical anomalies that I'd rather not show in a video call."

"That's not bad," Rik nodded after a moment. "She was okay with that?"

"It seemed so." Dana sat back, finishing off the drink. "She seems eager for dinner tomorrow."

"Where are you taking her?" Dane asked.

"P. F. Chang. I don't want to scare her off by going too pricey," Dana frowned. "She was freaked out about the cost of lunch."

"What?" Rik frowned. "Did you ask her to go Dutch?"

"No," Dana chuckled. "I think she lives frugally," Dana shrugged. "She was worried about me being late to work after lunch. She didn't want to get me in trouble with my boss."

His siblings gazed at him in silence.

"You didn't tell her you are the boss," Dane surmised finally.

"I didn't." Dana blew his breath out and slumped his shoulders.

"Deux." Rik shook her head. "Honey, you got some 'splainin' to do."

"I know," Dana groaned. "But it's just the second date."

"Third," Dane corrected.

"What?" Dana frowned.

"Third date. First was the bar."

"That was not a date," Dana objected. "We played pool."

"You bought her a drink, you talked to each other, you laughed together," Dane nodded. "That's a date."

"He's kinda got a point," Rik put in.

Dana shook his head at them. "That doesn't count as a date. She won the drink."

"Because you lost on purpose to buy it for her," Dane insisted.

Dana threw his hands up.

"Why would you lose on purpose?" Rik demanded.

They all grew up playing pool. It was one of the ways they made money in college. Their parents wouldn't allow them to work much, preferring to have them focused on classes. They covered school expenses and gave them a small allowance.

Being young and impetuous, they branched out.

"Oh, Un, she's worth it," Dane enthused with a wicked leer.

Dana sighed. "We need another bottle."