Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I nod. We started the business a couple years ago, and it’s a dream come true. You know how there are fourteen year old boys on your street selling shit on-line to the tune of a million dollars a month? Multiply that by seven, and that’s us. Seriously, cash is popping out of our ears right now.
But there are more important things too. Because any time off from our business is serious. That shit don’t work unless we’re on it.
“How much time are you taking off?” I ask casually.
“We’re not,” answers Tim. “Not really. We’ve got a good office manager and we can do a lot remotely. It’s no big deal.”
I grunt approvingly. Good, because I want to keep the money machine going.
“What’s up with you anyways, baby brother?” Will asks. “Still writing the great American novel?”
I’m supposed to be the creative dude at the office. My job is to sell our product, writing catchy text and designing compelling advertising campaigns. But I also want to do my own thing, therefore the questions about my book.
“Working on it,” I say. “It’s going.”
“Great,” the twins remark. “Look forward to reading it.”
Yeah, right. Those fuckers haven’t cracked a book in years, they were never good students. Which makes the company’s success even more crazy. But the thing is, we were never dumb guys. Sure, we didn’t get good grades, and Will was practically kicked out sophomore year for fighting, but it’s not like he got hit in the head or anything. We got smarts, just not book smarts.
I change the subject. That’s enough about work. The hours we put in are insane already, so another topic is welcome.
“Dating anyone?” I ask.
The twins don’t even pause.
“We had a widow for a while. What was her name again? Milly?” Will asks, looking to Tim to jog his memory.
“Lilly,” Tim snorts. “Fifty-two, body like a Kardashian.”
“The curvy Kardashian, not the skinny one,” Will interrupts.
“Giant bubble butt,” Tim continues, ignoring him. “So hot. In great shape for her age.”
Will leans in, voice low although Mom’s not around anymore. Although it’s not a big deal. I’m pretty sure Maddy’s totally aware that her boys are a bunch of horndogs, she’s not blind or stupid.
But Will leans forward confidentially, like this is top secret information.
“And, cha-ching! Lilly loves the twin sandwich shit, taking it from both ends. Or in both holes at once,” he smirks.
Fuck, how nasty. But the thing is, I’m not exactly innocent either. Because my brothers and I often share women. I realize, it’s not the norm. I mean, two or three cocks at once? What girl wants that?
But surprisingly, a lot of ladies love it. They act all shocked at first, but when three cocks come out, they’re hungry as shit, spreading their legs, begging us to put it in. I often pass as the third triplet, and we’ve done some depraved shit that should qualify for the Guinness Book of World Records.
But it’s all good. So long as everyone wants it, there are no problems.
“So what’d we miss since you got home?” Will asks, wolfing down another egg sandwich. Man, that guy puts down like a bear, inhaling calories.
“Well,” I say casually. “There’s someone next door.”
The twins barely hear, busy stuffing their faces. Finally, one looks up, disinterested.
“What, that little girl? What was her name? She was twelve the last time we saw her.” Tim glances at his phone, already starting to text.
Just then, the curvy Macy Jones wanders out her back door, brown curls bouncing. Holy shit, she’s got an apron on, and it shouldn’t make her look sexy, but it does. The cloth’s cinched tight, highlighting her tiny waist, before skimming over thick thighs to graze her knees. Fuck, did Jessica Rabbit look so good in an apron?
And my brothers’ eyes about pop out of their heads. Will lets out a low whistle.
“Hot fucking damn,” Tim says.
“Yup,” I say as we all watch her fuss with the lawn chairs for a moment.
“Curves for days,” Will says.
“No shit,” I repeat. “And she’s coming this way.”
“Quick, put the newspaper over your boner,” Will grinds out.
“You put the newspaper over your boner,” Tim answers, jabbing him with his elbow. “I’ll be putting mine to use.”
As Macy knocks on the back door, we all scramble to our feet, desperate to be the one she sees first. I open the door as we line up. Macy’s eyes go wide when she sees us.
“Oh, um,” she stammers, her cheeks turning pink as she blushes. “I thought there was only, um, one of you? I mean, I only saw one of you yesterday at the party?”
We all laugh. Will holds out his hand and Macy shakes it, the blush spreading to her chest. I have to bite my tongue to keep from groaning like a teenager.
“I’m Will,” my brother says. He jerks a thumb back at his twin. “This is my twin brother, Tim.”