5 comments/ 8649 views/ 9 favorites Forgetting You By: bleuangele I will not cry, I will not cry, I chant to myself, trying in vain to keep the tears from flowing. I am glad I insisted on being seated in the back away from most of the other guests. Even this small comfort doesn't bring relief as I once again berate myself for coming here in the first place. If I would have known how many couples would be here, I would have given my reservations to a friend and stayed home. Sighing, I admit the real reason I took this vacation was to get away and for a little while, to forget the past. A single tear slips down my cheek and I angrily brush it away. I am a fool, I think to myself. I will enjoy this vacation, I firmly tell myself. I dab my eyes with my napkin and gulping the last of the wine, I signal the waiter for another drink. When he comes, I order something stronger than wine, even though I know I will probably regret it later. As I wait for him to return, I look out the window at the city lights and try not to think of the past. But the bustle of the city and the merriment I see and hear only help to amplify my sadness and pain. An hour and two drinks later, I am ready to crawl into bed. I am glad I chose to eat at the hotel's restaurant instead of venturing outside. Looking down at the remnants of my dinner, I realize I drank more than I ate which explains my predicament. Oh well, I think to myself - it's not as if anyone cares. I flag down the waiter again motioning for the check. He looks at me funny and I wonder if I spilled something on myself, but before I can ask, he tells me that my check has already been paid. "B... B... By who," I stammer to him. "I can not say miss," he replies. Looking at him, I want to berate him and state that I am more than capable of paying my own bill. But then I start to wonder why, because this has never happened to me. Then it hits me, how pathetic I must look, which brought about someone's pity. "This is just great," I whisper tearfully. I stand up too fast and almost pass out, but the waiter is quick on his feet and grabs my arm. I thank him when the floor stops moving, and decline his invitation to get someone to help me. Luckily, the restaurant is pretty empty, so I stumble my way to the elevator, and pray I will get there before the tears come. It does and I clumsily push the button of the floor I am on. As soon as the doors close, I lose it. I crumple to the floor and cry. I pull up my knees and bury my head in my arms and let the tears flow. I know I should stop but I find I can't. When the elevator stops at my floor, I am too upset to get out. I try to compose myself before the doors close, but I'm too late and the elevator moves again. I stand up slowly and wiping my eyes on my sleeve, I sniffle softly and move to push the button to my floor again. As always, I am weary after crying. I have just enough energy to get to my room I think. When the doors open again, I step out and stumble right into a man. "God I'm so sorry," I stammer and try to move past him. But, my overworked mind and body finally give up on me, and as I turn around suddenly, the world spins and for the first time in my life, I faint. * * * * When I wake, the first thought that crosses my mind is pain. I groan out loud as the slight movement of my head makes me want to die. Just what I need, the beginnings of a hangover, I grumble to myself. I know that I need to get up and try to find some aspirin and water, but every movement makes me cry. "You shouldn't move so much," a soft voice whispers to me. I wasn't aware of anyone else in the room, so his voice startles me into sitting right up -- which is not a good thing in my condition. Immediately, I cry out and fall back into bed. Seconds later, I try in vain to get out of bed as the nausea hits me and I feel like throwing up. A basin gets shoved under my mouth just in time. When I'm finished, the basin moves away and I fall weakly back into the bed. "Try to sleep," the same soft voice whispers to me, as a cool cloth bathes my forehead. "This will help," another soft voice whispers as I feel someone move me into a slight sitting position. I feel two pills get placed gently in my hand at the same time as a cold glass of water hits my lips. I sip sparingly and take the pills which I pray will make me better. The glass moves away and I feel myself being gently lowered back into the bed. The cool cloth returns to gently wipe my face once more. As I drift away, I feel the covers being tucked around me and two soft kisses, one on each cheek. * * * * "She should not be alone," I hear him softly say to the other. Awake but not awake, I lie still on my side and listen to them talk. Their voices are deep and husky -- demanding yet gentle. I can only imagine the faces that go with them. I know they are speaking of me, but I wonder how they know about me. The thought crosses my mind that I am in bed with two perfect strangers, in a city far from home, and this whole situation is probably not going to end well. But, there's something about them that makes me feel like I can trust them. Still, I am wary and I begin to think of ways to extricate myself from this situation. My thoughts come to a halt when I realize they have stopped talking. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes to find the most deep sapphire blue eyes I have ever seen looking right at me. My mouth opens in surprise but no sounds come out. A chuckle from behind me brings a blush to my cheeks, as I roll onto my back and look at an exact replica of the other. "Identical twins," the gorgeous god in front of me says with a smile. "My name is Jonathan and my brother is Alexandar," he continues. "And you are ...," he asks softly. "My uh, name is, uh, Elizabeth," I stammer foolishly. "The pleasure is all ours," Alexandar says smiling at me. Turning serious, he says, "Please don't be alarmed. You passed out last night on our floor and we couldn't just leave you there. We brought you here to make sure you are ok." "Yes," Jonathan agrees. "And we have a feeling that you are by yourself and with no one to enjoy the city with," he continues. "You are alone?" he asks quizzically. Closing my eyes, I nod miserably. "Well you are staying here with us -- we insist," Alexandar responds back to me. My eyes dart open and shock registers on my face. I am touched that they care enough to waste their time on me, but hesitant to stay. Before I start to move away, a loud gurgle fills the silence. I blush and try to hide my head when I realize that it is my stomach rumbling. Another deep chuckle escapes the two and I hear Alexandar say with a smile, "We were going to order something to eat but didn't know what you would like. Let's see what's on the menu today." As Alexandar rolls over to get the room service menu, Jonathan moves closer and gently begins playing with my hair. His touch is so light; it is like a feather brushing my hair. If I close my eyes, I could imagine a gentle breeze caressing me instead. The thought goes up in smoke when I feel his leg brush against my own. I freeze up. A menu appears in front of me and Alexandar begins to read off of it. Jonathan joins in, and between the two of them, they go through the whole thing. I relax and shrug off my response. I try to decide what to order but the menu is so huge, I am easily overwhelmed. When they stop and silence descends, I grow hot with embarrassment. I realize they are waiting for me to tell them what I want. There are so many choices and so many things I like that I really can't decide. Jonathan speaks up, "You can order whatever you like. Or if nothing suits your fancy, we can call down to the kitchen and see if they'll make a special request item." "Would you like us to order you something?" Alexandar asks. "That's fine," I agree softly. I still feel sick but hungry so I hope food will remedy the situation. I roll over to Jonathan and start to get up. He looks at me questioningly but then realizes that I must need to go to the bathroom. Getting out of bed, he lifts the covers off of me and holds out a hand to help me up. I sway a little when I stand up but steady quickly. Looking at my feet, I manage not to trip over them as I walk in the direction Jonathan pushed me towards. I hear Alexandar calling room service as I shut the door. Glancing in the mirror, I realize I am still wearing the dress from last night. The surprise is quickly replaced with embarrassment as I look at my face and hair in the mirror too. My face is puffy from crying and my hair is wild and unkempt. I quickly wash my face with cold water hoping it will bring the swelling down. I straighten my hair the best I can, and my dress at the same time. I find an unopened toothbrush in the drawer and brush my teeth with vigor. At the same time, I keep thinking of things to say to get me out of here and back into my own room, where I can change and put myself together. I turn to the door and spy a fluffy hotel robe hanging on the back of it. I feel exposed in my dress so I take it down and put it on. It is so soft that I can't help but nuzzle the collar and hug myself. I sober up and take a deep breath as I open the door. I stop suddenly and take a real good look at the two sitting on the bed. They are identical in every way except for their choice of pants. One is wearing black silky pants and the other red. From their hair to their toes, even their mannerisms and their voices are so similar. What really gets me, though, is their semi-naked state -- they have no shirts on and my god, are they built. Visions of Calvin Klein ads float around my head and I can't help but wonder if there are briefs or boxers under their holiday attire. When they both turn to look at me, I want the floor to eat me up. I am so embarrassed to be caught staring. Huge grins light up their faces which put me to ease yet I don't move when they beckon me back to the bed. I start to feel light-headed again so I reluctantly obey. I think to perch myself on the end of the bed near the other door. This action will help facilitate my escape. But my hope dies as they both get up at my approach -- one lifts the covers while the other moves to take my robe. Once again, I feel exposed so I crawl into the middle of the bed and watch as they both climb in next to me, one on each side. "Comfy?" Alexandar asks. I nod, as Jonathan tucks the covers closer around me. Now it is Alexandar who reaches over to play with my hair while Jonathan watches. I am frozen in fear. I begin to tremble when I feel their legs brush lightly against my own. My heart races as panic sets in. But then I remember last night and the care they took with me. Closing my eyes briefly, I rein in the swirling chaos of my emotions. As I calm a little, I open my eyes once more. Turning to look at one and then the other, I search their faces for any hints as to what will happen next. I watch warily as Alexandar moves his hand to cup my face. His hand molds to me and remains still. It is surprisingly soft against my face and intensely warm. I can only stare as his face moves closer to mine. His eyes ensnare my own and I cannot look away. Gently, he kisses me chastely on the lips. Pulling back, he looks at me. With his hand still cupping my face, he turns me towards Jonathan. His hand leaves as Jonathan's hand approaches. He cups the other side of my face in the same manner as his brother. Looking at me, he reciprocates with the same chaste kiss. I am at a loss for words. The silence is broken as a knock sounds from beyond the bedroom signaling the arrival of room service. I lay unmoving as the two of them get up and walk out of the room. Minutes pass and I hear my name being called from the other room. I reluctantly get out of bed. Taking several deep breaths, I decide to not think about what just happened right now. Instead, I opt to join the twins. With the hotel robe wrapped securely around me again, my feelings of comfort disappear when I realize where I am -- the hotel's penthouse suite. The opulence takes my breath away. Once, I stop gawking, I realize they are sitting at the table watching me. They smile indulgently at my reaction even though my face grows hot with embarrassment at being caught staring. Motioning for me to join them, I take their cue and sit down to eat. We talk during our meal and the decision is made for me to stay with them. They are insistent and refuse to take no as an answer. Jonathan even moves to get my room key card and volunteers to get my things while Alexandar showers. I give up trying to dissuade them as I dread confrontation and avoid it at all costs. They are triumphantly grinning when I grow quiet and nod acceptance towards them. We finish eating and while they follow through with their plans, I lie back down in the bed and wearily close my eyes. I tell myself that I just need to rest for a bit, but fall asleep fairly quickly instead. * * * * What am I doing here, I ask myself for the hundredth time. After waking, I shower and dress in hopes of being able to slip away. Looking through my luggage, I pick my slightly faded Polo Jeans and favorite lavender Donna Karen sweater. Brushing my shoulder length midnight black hair, I look myself once over again. I am by no means petite, but my size eight waist and 36B chest seem perfect for my five feet two inch frame. Sure, I have a little extra padding but I like my curves so much more than my super thin size two friends. It doesn't matter, I think to myself -- It's not as if they are attracted to me. Rolling my eyes, I fluff my hair one last time and leave the bathroom. The twins are also dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I have a habit of looking down when I walk so I am unaware of them until I get close enough to see their feet. Startled, my head shoots up to see them both staring at me. I am caught by their vivid blue eyes and stand perfectly still as they both get up. Once again, I find myself looking at the carpet as I realize how tall they are compared to me, and how small I feel next to them. Nervously, I begin to fidget but stop when one of them reaches out to lift my head up. Looking at him, I blush as his eyes wander slowly down my body, and then back up. His hand moves to my shoulder and gently turns me around to face the other. I am embarrassed as he proceeds to look me over in the same manner. "Just delicious," Alexandar states with a pleased look on his face. "I'm just ordinary," I protest. "No, you are beautiful," Jonathan whispers sexily in my ear. My breath hitches in my chest as I feel his hands on my shoulders. Alexander moves to hold my hands in his, while I feel Jonathan's move down my back. I begin to tremble as his touch elicits feelings of pleasure. Looking up at Alexandar, I see his eyes darken. He pulls me closer to him. At the same time, I feel Jonathan's hands move to grasp my hips. His breath upon my neck surprises me. I gasp and stop breathing when I feel him bite me lightly where my neck and shoulder meet. It is one of my weaknesses and it sends desire racing down my body like wildfire. I clench Alexandar's hands in an attempt to distract me from these feelings. I dimly hear Jonathan chuckle as Alexandar proceeds to reciprocate on the other side of my neck. I cry out and my knees begin to buckle as the feelings intensify a thousand fold inside me. They both hold onto me tightly waiting for me to gain control of myself again. As my head clears, I feel ashamed at my wanton behavior. "Forgive us, sweet Elizabeth. We could not help ourselves," Alexandar states to me. "There is something about you that pulls us," Jonathan adds gently. "But enough," Alexandar says stepping back. "Shall we?" he queries as he gestures to the bedroom door. Taking his queue, I purposely stride out of the bedroom, past the living room, and up to the door that leads out of the suite. Anger fills me -- anger at myself for these feelings, anger at the twins for giving me these feelings, and anger at feeling rejected. Yet, I feel my eyes tear up as feelings of worthlessness consume me in the aftermath of my anger. Sniffling, I blink rapidly to stop from crying. My hand drops back to my side, away from the door knob, when I hear my name. "You promised Elizabeth." "We will behave -- you have our word." I sigh in defeat. As if they know I won't leave, I feel my jacket being draped over me. Giving in, I put it on and wait for one of them to open the door. One of them leads the way out to the elevator. The other closes the door behind us. No words are said of what just happened between us, so I push the whole scene to the back of my mind. I resolve to placate them enough so when we return, I can easily slip away and head home. While we wait for the elevator, I glance out the corner of my eyes at the two of them. I am not surprised at the quality of their clothes or the designer name on their black wool trench coats. Once again, they are dressed identically, with the only difference being the scarves they wear -- the same color as their pants from before. I can only surmise it's their respective favorite colors. One of them nudges me and winks at me knowingly. In response, I make a face at him just as the door to the elevator opens. Laughing, we get in and make our way down to the lobby. * * * * From the moment we leave the hotel, the twins go insane. That is the only word to describe all the places we go to in a few hours. With such familiarity, I could only surmise that they live here or frequent enough to know exactly where everything was. In between all that, we talk and get to know each other. I like their sarcastic sense of humor and caustic wit. We joke and poke fun at each other like we have been friends forever. I actually laugh and enjoy myself more than I have in a really long time. We go to a coffee shop, and then a bakery. While nibbling on assorted sweets, the twins show me some of their favorite shops. I know some of them -- others not at all. We stop at an eclectic bookstore which has me drooling, as I love to read. The twins laugh uproariously as they physically have to drag me away. We watch kids playing in the local park. I balk at their attempts to get me to go ice skating. Through it all, one or the other is always holding my hand or touching my arm. I feel cherished and wanted with them. They listen to me, laugh with me, and are so chivalrous towards me. I keep catching myself looking at them and watching them. Physically, they are my dreams come true -- six feet tall, sandy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, luscious kissable lips -- all with a perfectly toned and muscled body to match. Their taste in clothes only helps to highlight how devastatingly handsome both of them are. I see many women give them a second look and sultry winks, but they only have eyes for me. I don't understand them. I keep thinking about their kisses and touches. I don't want to admit it, but I do desire them -- not just physically either. The way they treat me makes me feel special -- like I am someone important. I don't want there to be an end to it all, but in my mind I know better -- all good things do come to an end. These and other thoughts race around my head as we walk. When I get to the last reserves of energy, the twins notice my reticence. Before we walk another block, a limousine appears to pick us up. I end up seated between the two. They each hold onto a hand as we return to the hotel. I look down at their hands entwined in mine. It is easy to picture these hands holding onto me in more intimate ways. What I don't expect is the tug on my heart that at the same time. I have only felt this way with one man before -- and he broke my heart. This will end badly, I think sourly. A heavy sigh escapes me and I feel both hands tighten at once. I look into one and then the other's face trying to decipher their thoughts. Questions are etched on their faces, but I am unable to say anything to alleviate their concern. I answer with silence all the way to the hotel. Forgetting You * * * * "I am not going," I protest again. Looking at the twins, I struggle to not give in. While I rested once more, they make plans of their own. They decide on dinner -- but not something simple. Both of them are dressed in formal dinner suits. Turning from them, I look once more at the box lying open on the table. A beautiful shimmering deep blue evening gown lay gently surrounded by tissue paper. Instinctively, I know it will fit. The problem lay in my inexperience -- I didn't know how to dress or act in a setting like theirs. Watching them all day, I know they are affluent and wealthy. They are accustomed to this lifestyle, while I, on the other hand, could never imagine being part of it. I feel overwhelmed and scared -- to me, presents of this magnitude come with strings attached. I already owe them more than I care to think about but this gesture was pushing my limits. Unconsciously, my feet begin to carry me backwards away from them -- while I eye the dress apprehensively. "Elizabeth...," Jonathan says firmly. Halting my retreat, I look up at him. They both move to match my distance and now are within arms length of me. I glance towards the dress again and they move to my side in a flash. Scooping me up, Alexandar carries me to the settee with Jonathan close behind. Sandwiched between the two, I cave. "It's just dinner at a nice restaurant," Alexandar speaks softly. "We wanted to surprise you," Jonathan adds. "Talk to us, Elizabeth," Alexandar says encouragingly. He is holding onto my hand with one of his while the other strokes my back lightly. It is soothing and helps me to calm down. When Jonathan's hand lifts my chin so I can look at him, I start talking. I didn't go into explicit details but the gist of it is that I wasn't treated this nice without expected payment in return -- mostly sexual. I was oblivious to the lies men told to convince me to go out with them in the past. I believed the next time would be different -- the next man different. When I finally gave my heart to the one, I made it clear that we did not go out and I definitely did not accept expensive gifts. He accepted it and I buried my fears, but the twins had brought it back with a vengeance. "It's too much. First, you take care of me. Then, this afternoon -- but I don't know if I can accept anymore," I explain to them. "Do you think us so shallow, Elizabeth," one of them counters. I shake my head. I could feel my resolve weakening, but the fear remains. "We saw you last night in the restaurant," Alexandar states. My eyes dart to his face in surprise. He sighs and sadness filled his face. Continuing he says, "You were so miserable. We've never seen anyone hurting as much as you. You're beauty captivated us when you first arrived, but as we watched you, our hearts ached for you." "Who could hurt such a delicate angel as yourself," Jonathan interjects Looking at him, I know he feels the same as his brother. "Every minute that passed, your pain leeched the life out of you and you wilted. We wanted to comfort you and make everything better for you." "You paid the bill," I state quietly. Silence descends and I know the answer is yes. "Do you trust us, Elizabeth?" Alexandar asks suddenly. Looking down, I realize I do. Fear still exists but a part of me wants to be happy, if only for a moment. Too many days have passed with this pain and sadness dictating my life. I am tired of crying myself to sleep at night. I am too young to waste my time feeling this miserable. My heart is still broken and I don't know if it will ever mend -- but it is time to start living again. The problem is I didn't know how. I had spent too many years wrapped up with my love that I didn't know how to live without him. One step at a time, a voice echoes in my head. Hesitantly, I nod. My eyes are drawn to the dress they had bought for me. I could feel them watching me as I rise and walk over to it. Gently, I lift it from the tissue and hold it against me. It is so breathtakingly beautiful. I am in awe that they want me to wear it. Silently, they move towards me and suddenly they are both at my side. I look up at one, and then the other. Standing on my tiptoes, I shyly kiss them both on the cheek. Taking the kiss as acceptance, they reach under the table to get some more packages. Handing them to me, I cradle the dress in one hand and hold on to the bags with the other. Nervously, I turn and walk to the bathroom to get ready for dinner. Shock hits me when I open the door. I didn't expect the twins to be lounging on the bed waiting for me. I still have stockings to put on and shoes, which I hold in my hands. They beckon me to come to them. I go feeling very nervous and apprehensive. Standing in front of them, their eyes roam freely over me. I feel naked under their hot gaze. Suddenly, they both stand up and grab me as before -- one holds my hands tightly and the other my hips. Ferociously, one moves to kiss me. The kiss is all heat and passion. I can't help but moan under his assault. My lips open at his demand and his tongue strokes mine insistently. I see desire burning in his eyes when he pulls away. The other turns my head towards him so he also can ravish and plunder my sweet mouth. I gasp for breath feeling my heart pound erratically in response to their kisses. I have to get away from them before this goes further. Pulling my hands free, I push them away. "Are you okay?" Alexandar asks. I nod shakily. "I st... st... still have to put sto... sto... stockings on," I stammer. "Let me," Jonathan states as he moves me to sit on the edge of the bed. "No," I cry out suddenly. They both look at me. I shakily take the stockings out of his hand and begin to put them on myself. I know if either one touches me again, I will go up in smoke. My determination crumbles as I realize I have to hike up my dress higher than my knees to attach them to the garters. I hesitate. I can feel their eyes following my hands along my legs as I roll each one to my knees. Before I can get up to finish in the bathroom, strong hands grab mine and hold them to my thighs. "We may not go out to eat after all," Alexandar says softly. Feeling me tremble though, he sighs and lifts his hand. Jonathan follows suit. As one, they move out the bedroom and shut the door behind them. I breathe a sigh of relief. Once I stop shaking, I finish dressing and reach for the shoes. I gasp when I see the name on them, but it seems only fitting when I think of the clothes that go with it. I gently slip them on. I go to the bathroom to take a look. It is a different person looking back at me. I look beautiful. I am at a loss for words. I feel like a princess. Even if this is only for tonight, I vow to enjoy it without thinking of the past and worrying about tomorrow. With that decision made, I walk out to meet my princes and go to dinner. * * * * I tremble as we walk to the elevator. Whispers of comforting words reach me and I try to pull myself together. When we exit the hotel to get into the limousine, the twins notice that my face is red. I mumble that I am embarrassed at all the stares we received in the lobby. Soft chuckles fill the air. They reassure me that people should stare because of my extraordinary beauty. I shake my head in denial, but they are not moved. I grow still and the twins are quiet. They sit on either side of me as before. They each hold one of my hands in their own. I pass the time examining their hands. Pulling my hands out of their grip, I rest their hands on my thighs. Their heat through my gown sends shivers through me. Bemusedly, I run my fingers over the back of their hands. Tracing their veins in obscure patterns, I am transfixed by the softness of their skin. I don't feel them move, but suddenly I feel hot breaths against my ear. My hands fall away as theirs grip my thighs tighter. "Your touch is driving me crazy," Jonathan whispers in my ear. I gasp as he flicks my earlobe with his hot wet tongue. Alexandar doesn't say a word but his low moan is enough for me to know he feels the same. Heat fills the air between us. I feel my heart start to beat faster. I am still looking at their hands when suddenly they move away. The twins straighten up and with a groan of disappointment inform me that we are at the restaurant. I close my eyes and will my heart to slow down. My mind is in a whirlwind trying to decipher what happened. When I hear my name, I look to my right to see the door open and a hand beckoning me out. I step out as elegantly as I can and we wait for the other to complete our ensemble. They place my hands in the crook of their arms and we go inside. I try not to stare as I am ushered into a dazzling world of extravagance. Knowing how out of place I am, they request a secluded table. As we walk, they smile and nod at people they know. I am surprised when the glances turn my way -- instead of curiosity; I see admiration in many of their faces. Thinking about it, I realize that this crowd is used to scrutiny. Still, I can't help but blush as the men watch me walk about the room. Once seated, the twins take charge and order everything -- from the wine, to dinner, to even dessert. I glance around and sigh with relief when I see no one looking anymore. I smile to my two devilishly handsome escorts and thank them ahead of time for this evening. In response, they each pick up a hand and lay a kiss on the back. I blush at their chivalrous behavior. With that simple gesture, they put me to ease. I relax and enjoy this experience. With no measure of time, we talk and eat like old friends. They are so confident and relaxed that I find myself enjoying the attention. In between courses, they delicately ask more intimate questions. I shyly begin to tell them about me and some of my past. When I grow quiet, one reaches out to touch me in reassurance. In turn, they tell me about themselves. Before we know it, we are the only patrons left. The maître d' hesitantly comes over as we make no move to leave. Embarrassingly, the twins realize the lateness and apologize profusely at him. We move as one and before I know it, we are back in the limo on the way to the hotel. I can not help but lay my head on the shoulder nearest me. He turns and lifting his arm, cradles me to him. His brother reaches to lift my feet into his lap. I smile at him when he looks at me. "You look sleepy," Alexandar remarks to me. I feel his hands move from my ankles up to my calves. He begins to massage them and I am hard pressed not to moan. I nod in agreement. "It has been a very long day," I comment. "One of the best days I have had in a long time. Thank you," I say to them. Jonathan hugs me tighter and kisses the top of my head. Feeling content and cared for, I close my eyes and enjoy Alexandar's gentle massage. Not meaning to, I fall asleep. I don't realize it until I feel Alexandar shaking me awake. I blearily look at him and with his help climb out of the limo. Jonathan moves to the other side of me, and they both guide me inside and up to their room. I can barely get my feet to move once we are inside. When I stumble, Jonathan picks me up and carries me the rest of the way to the bed. He tries to put me down, but I insist on changing. He still sets me down on the edge and kneels to take my shoes off. I sway getting up. He reaches out to steady me. Alexandar appears with a shimmering pale pink nightgown. I shake my head knowing it is not mine. He rolls his eyes and his hands switch places. The other is holding an oversized t-shirt that is mine. I smile stupidly but stop when Jonathan moves behind me. Alexandar steps in front of me. I look at him confused until I feel Jonathan's hands unzipping my dress. Fatigue instantly vanishes as my mind grasps what is happening. After a moment, I feel the dress slide down my body to pool at my feet. I look down in response. A blush covers my whole body as they look at me. Underneath the dress, I am wearing the Italian silk lingerie that was in one of the bags. The pale sky blue corset and garter hug my curves and the color complements me perfectly. The delicate lace thongs and stockings work together to enhance the beauty of them. I want to cover myself as I feel very exposed. I hear a soft flutter and see the clothes fall from Alexandar's hands. I want to retrieve them but I am frozen. I feel their stares boring into me. The air around us heats up. Suddenly, they step closer. I am caught between them. I am trembling -- with fear or desire, I know not. "Elizabeth..." Jonathan whispers. I hear the question in his voice and the hunger. My heart thunders in my chest. My mind is filled with indecision, but my body craves their touch. Just feeling them so close to me, knowing how much they desire me, pushes me beyond reasoning. Need for them overrides any doubts I still have. With my mind made up, I raise both hands -- one to touch Alexandar's chest and the other to reach for Jonathan behind me. My touch releases them and I sigh with relief. Alexandar swiftly devours my mouth with his. He is forceful and demanding. I can feel my lips begin to bruise under his assault. They are forced apart to enable his tongue to explore the hot wet depths of my luscious mouth. We groan in unison as our tongues dance together. He plunders my mouth until I pull away gasping for air. A cry escapes me when Jonathan bites me once more between the neck and shoulder. The sharp pain sizzles through my body igniting a spark that makes my pussy twitch in response. My knees buckle this time as waves of pleasure overwhelm me. They both catch me. They give me a moment to recover and then it begins again. My head spins and I can't seem to catch my breath. Every kiss, every bite, every touch inflames my senses. Suddenly, they stop and pull away. Opening my eyes, I see Alexandar step back and Jonathan join him. They look at me hungrily as they strip out of their clothes. Desire fills me as more and more of their naked body appears. I can't help but lick my lips as their muscles flex with every movement. When they are completely naked, my eyes travel down their bodies. I gasp loudly when I gaze at their hard cocks. They are more than I have ever had and part of me cringes in fear. Yet, I feel myself getting wet with desire. "We won't hurt you Elizabeth. If you tell us to stop we will," Alexandar assures me. Jonathan nods in agreement. I drop my eyes to the floor. I take deep breaths to try to calm my nerves. Now the twins watch me knowing it is my turn to undress. With shaky hands, I unlace the corset. As it loosens from around me, I tentatively hold onto it with one hand and slowly continue with the other. As the last lace is freed, I use both hands to carefully slide it down my body. Within moments, it joins my other clothing. Now it is the twins turn to gasp as they take in my near nakedness. I shiver as I feel their eyes gaze lustfully at my breasts. In response, my nipples harden and pucker up. A wave of need hits me and I have to close my eyes and fight to pull myself together. My panties follow next. I hear groans as my bare waxed pussy is exposed. I move to unhook the stockings when suddenly the twins are there and grabbing me, we tumble into the bed. The world around me disappears. They move as one to touch me and caress me. I writhe in their arms in ecstasy. Moans and pants erupt from me only to be silenced by their kisses. With one hand each, they grab my own and hold them possessively above my head. I whimper. They continue kissing and nibbling their way down to my breasts. I struggle a little to test their hold. They tighten their grip and I whimper louder. Being restrained is another weakness of mine. I can feel the pleasure growing. Hands reach out to stroke the sides of my breasts. They grip them gently as their mouths descend on my nipples. My back arches as they tease and torment me. I cry out when they bite down hard on my nipples causing me to climax suddenly. I feel them move away to watch me as I come. The feelings fade and I sigh contently. "Open your eyes Elizabeth," Alexandar commands. They are staring at me when I do. Emotions swirl vividly in their eyes. They don't say a word, but I know the question that hangs between us. I still have a choice as to what will happen next. I refuse to analyze the situation. Instead, I give in to the physical needs my body is demanding be satisfied. "Please," I beg. Desire burns brighter in their eyes at my plea. Glancing at each other, they release my hands only to move me to lie on my side. The one behind me moves my hair to the side and nibbles on my neck. My eyes close in bliss, but not before I see the other moving lower in the bed. Hands reach out to squeeze my breasts and torment my nipples. I hold my breath when I feel a hand between my legs. "Do you taste as sweet as you look," Alexandar says seductively in my ear. My heart beats faster and I try to breathe as I feel my legs being parted. "Jonathan has a very big sweet tooth, love," he adds wickedly. My eyes fly open and I cry out when I feel a tongue swipe my pussy. The hands holding my breasts grip tighter. Alexandar bites my neck hard. Pleasure spikes in me and I scream as Jonathan tastes me again. My hands reach out instinctively to grab his head and hold him in place. He licks and nibbles my pussy so expertly. He grabs my thighs to hold me still. His tongue delves deep and I dimly hear how wet I am. Between the two, the pleasure builds and builds. I start begging and crying out as the pleasure becomes more than I can handle. Jonathan lashes on to my clit, and sucking hard, pushes me over the edge. I scream and thrash as wave after wave of ecstasy flow through me. Alexandar pushes me further by pinching my nipples hard. They let up slowly and my orgasm fades. Jonathan moves upwards and kisses me softly. I can taste myself and I moan into his mouth. His kisses are sweet and gentle. I can not help but wrap my arms around his neck and tug him closer. He pulls away with a final kiss. I open my eyes and see him looking at me. His hand caresses my cheek and I sigh in contentment at his gentleness. He continues further down the side of my body, while staring into my eyes. I feel his warm hand stop at my hip. I know what he wants and I want it too. I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist. He moves his hips slightly and I feel something huge nudging my pussy lips. I shiver and close my eyes. His hands pull mine from his neck and he holds them securely in his own. I try not to tense as the head of his cock begins to penetrate me. I am dripping wet which helps, but he is bigger than any I have had before. I whimper when the head is completely entrenched in my pussy. "Relax, love," Alexandar speaks softly to me. "I'll go slow... I promise," Jonathan reassures me. I bury my head in his chest as he continues to push himself into me. True to his word, he pauses frequently to give me time to adjust. Alexandar speaks encouragingly to me while caressing my back. With a groan, Jonathan pushes one last time and buries his cock completely in me. I cry out. "You're so tight," he moans to me. He stays completely still and I begin to relax as my body adjusts to him. I don't know when Alexandar moved away, but before I can ask, he returns. "Elizabeth..." Jonathan calls to me. Somehow, I know what is coming. "Shhh... you can take this," he speaks encouragingly to me. I flinch when I feel something cold against my ass. Now it is Jonathan who calms me, as Alexandar lubricates my ass in preparation for his entry. He works one finger in slowly, and then two. He is careful but determined. After a few more moments, I feel his fingers leave. Heat flames against my back as Alexandar returns to my side. His hands grip my hips tight. Not saying anything more, I feel the head of his large cock against my ass. He pushes insistently and the head pops in. I can't help but scream at the intrusion. I am shaking and tears gather in my eyes at the sudden pain. Forgetting You "Elizabeth..." Alexandar calls out between clenched teeth. I force myself to relax. The pain is temporary, I chant to myself. He begins to push deeper into my ass. Every time I freeze up, he stops and waits for me to relax. A scream escapes as he pushes one last time and finally seats his cock in my ass. I have never felt this way before. I am afraid they will tear me apart. I want to stop and make them pull out. The pain is vivid and sharp compared to the forgotten pleasure from a little while ago. It vaguely registers that they are trying to comfort me. Every nerve in my body is strung tight. They try hard to not move, but every breath I take shifts them -- which cause me to cry out. From far away, I hear their voices calling me. I force myself to listen to them. "Do you want us to stop?" Jonathan asks gently. When I fail to answer, he starts to pull out of me. My eyes shoot open as pleasure surprisingly burns through me. They mistake my reaction and I feel both of them move inside me. Slowly, they begin to pull their cocks out. There is pain but now it is mixed with pleasure. The intensity of the two pushes me closer to orgasm quickly. I cry out incoherently. They look at me. Their eyes widen in surprise. They bend to kiss and caress me. I gasp as waves of pleasure course through me. As one, they force their cocks back into my pussy and ass. It is enough and I come again and hard. They groan out loud and their hands grab me tighter as my pussy and ass clench around them. I can't breathe or think -- just feel as the pleasure rolls through me. As my orgasm fades, I take deep ragged breaths. It is a signal to them and they begin to move. Jonathan pulls his cock slowly out of my pussy. I pant and whimper in response. His breathing is shallow and ragged as my pussy hugs his cock tightly. Moans of delight escape him. He pulls almost completely out. He holds still for so long, I open my eyes and look at him. He is gazing down at me with hunger in his eyes. He moves to kiss me lovingly. His kiss is soft and gentle and I sigh in delight. I gasp as I feel Alexandar begin to pull out also. Every movement sends tremors and spikes of pain/pleasure through every fiber of my being. I can hear him hissing at the intense tightness of my ass. I whimper when he bites me hard in response to what he is feeling. He pulls almost all the way out and then stops. They both hold themselves still. I twist in vain trying to get them to move. Need pulses through my veins heavy with desire. My body cries out to be filled once more. Alexandar cups my breasts gently. His fingers play with my hardened nipples at the same time. As he teases them, Jonathan releases my hands and grabs my hips. His mouth descends on mine and he kisses me deeply. Tension is building in me. I pull away panting feverishly. Whimpers escape from behind my clenched teeth. "What do you want?" I hear whispered erotically in my ear. "Please... please..." I beg. "Say it," a rough voice demands. "Please..." I beg louder. "Tell us what you want," the other commands. In a loud, needy voice that I don't recognize, I cry out, "Please fuck me!! Make me come!!" Their cocks slam back into me at the same time. I feel pain and pleasure mix and burn through me. We cry out in unison. All thought evaporates. I am awash with feelings so intense all I can do is hold on to them. Over and over, they thrust their cocks into me. My pussy and ass tighten around them eliciting deep groans. Their hands roam and their mouths devour me. Grabbing, pinching, biting, nibbling, they drive me higher and higher. My cries grow louder and I thrash in their embrace. They cry out with me as their pleasure builds too. I feel so close but I need something more to push me over the edge. "Harder," I scream. They obey and thrust harder into me. Once, twice and suddenly I stiffen as the strongest orgasm I have ever had explodes. My pussy and ass contract tightly around their cocks. Any control they have disappears. They thrust erratically harder and faster eager to come in me. I feel their hands grip me tight enough to bruise. Suddenly, they stiffen and cry out as the come in me. I cry out as a smaller orgasm hits me in response. Tremors rack us all and we hold each onto each other until the end. I feel them softening and moments later they gently pull out of me. Ripples of fading pleasure burst in my pussy and ass and I moan once more. I feel their hands stroking me, soothing and calming my body down. We stay together until the sweat starts to cool and I shiver. Jonathan sits up and reaches for the covers. Alexandar lifts my head to place a pillow beneath me. They tuck the covers around us and move to hold me once more. I sigh in complete bliss and drift away. * * * * A few hours later, I wake suddenly. I have to go to the bathroom. Grumbling at myself, I try to move but I can't. Alexandar is spooning my back with his arm around my waist. Jonathan is facing me with my hands clutched in his against his chest. Every move I make, they tighten their grip. As touching as it is, I really have to use the bathroom. Cursing under my breath, I call out to them. They grumble in response but that's all. I try again a little louder. The same response comes back. I can't wait any longer so I kick them both in the shins. At once, they cry out and let go at the same time. They roll away from me and promptly fall out of the bed. I laugh but then scramble out of the bed and bolt to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, I barely make it. I listen to the sounds coming from the bedroom. I can hear them cursing through the door. I quickly finish and clean myself thoroughly. I check myself in the mirror while washing my hands. Looking down, I notice the stockings and garter I am still wearing. I take the time to remove them. I run my fingers through my hair. Looking into my face, I am surprised at the pleased look I see. I feel so good and it shows. I smile and blush remembering earlier. Completely naked, but not embarrassed, I return to the bedroom. They are back in the bed when I open the bathroom door. I pause as they both have a slightly pissed look in their face. The look changes to hunger in an instant. The light from the bathroom illuminates me and softens my appearance. I look vulnerable to them and thoughts of protecting me flit through their minds. But as I walk towards the bed, the sway of my hips excites them. My breasts move seductively with every step. When I reach the end of the bed, instead of crawling back to my place, I kneel on the edge and place my hands on my thighs. They wait expectantly. Feeling wicked, I spread my legs slowly. Hearing their gasps, I smile and lean slightly back against my heels. They watch as my hands glide sinfully up my sides to cup my breasts. I sigh as desire pools in my pussy. With their eyes glued to me, I pinch my nipples hard. I can feel my pussy getting wetter. "Do you like what you see?" I whisper. My voice is filled with passion and need. I smile as I see their cocks twitch under the covers. They are hard again. My pussy twitches in response. I can't help but trail a hand down to my dripping wet pussy. I shudder as I push one finger deep inside. The twins move to reach for me, but I shake my head. I want to tease them as much as they tease me. I lick my lips erotically and they groan loader. Fingering myself, I feel the stirrings of another orgasm. Another finger joins the first. Their breathing speeds up as my moaning increases. Withdrawing my fingers, I seductively lick them clean. The twins start growling at me which amuses me. I return my wet fingers to my pussy and find my clit. Rubbing it hard and fast, I bite my lip hard to stop from crying out. Wanting to come bad, I pinch my nipple and clit hard at the same time. I cry out as my body does just that. Immediately, the twins are on me. They grab me and trap me between them. "Very naughty teasing us like that," one of them growls to me. I smile in response. "It's our turn now you little nymph," the other replies. This time, Alexandar lies flat on the bed. Jonathan grabs me and lifts me so I am straddling the other. I like not being in control so I let him do as he pleases. He picks me up easily and slams me down on the Alexandar's hard cock. My pussy spasms at the intrusion and I cry out as Alexandar groans loudly. Jonathan kneels behind me and pushes my hips up and down, forcing me to ride his brother. Alexandar commands me to grab my breasts and lean forward. I feed them to him and he bites and nibbles away as I gasp in pleasure. I hear Jonathan telling me to not stop as his hands leave my hips and his body moves closer. He fists my hair and pulls me back towards him. My pussy clenches tight around Alexandar. My hands fall away when Jonathan bites my neck hard. The pain intensifies my pleasure and I beg him for more. He releases me and I fall upon Alexandar. Once again, my hips are restrained as Jonathan forces his cock into my ass. This time he doesn't rest until his cock is buried completely in me. I shake and shudder between them. The pain overshadows the pleasure until they begin moving. This time they take turns plundering my body. They move in tandem creating a friction between them that burns like fire in my veins. My whole body is awash with feelings so strong, I am overwhelmed. I don't hear my cries or pleas. I don't hear them calling my name. The world around me centers on the two cocks buried in me. I can feel myself tightening around them. Faster and faster they move. Harder and harder they thrust into me. I scream as they push me over the edge once more. My pussy and ass clench tightly around their cocks and they come with a loud cry. I collapse on Alexandar. Jonathan wisely does not, but instead rolls to our side. My mind shuts down with the force of my orgasm and I blissfully pass out. I faintly hear my name in the darkness. It pierces my unconsciousness and I grudgingly open my eyes. Worry is written on both their faces as they keep calling my name. They sigh in relief when I smile at them. They glance at each other. I see it but it doesn't register with me since I am so exhausted. They lay me down between them. Holding onto me once more, they softly tell me to sleep. With a pleased sigh, I close my eyes and do just that. * * * * I wake up snuggled in between the twins. I feel so safe and loved in their embrace. I want to stay asleep as I am afraid it was all a dream. Little by little though, the real world filters into my consciousness. Fully awake, I remain still with my eyes closed. I can feel aches through out my body. It's been a long time since I have felt so ravished. I want to lie in bed all day and rest. Yet, I wonder what will happen once the twins awake. The thought sobers me up. I start to worry about their reaction to last night. Even more so, I realize I had sex with two strangers. Granted it was some of the best sex I have ever had. But I wonder at what cost last night comes at and if it is one I can accept. With these thoughts come memories of the past and one who broke my heart. The sharp pain that always pierces my heart is surprisingly absent as I think of him. The pain I feel is still there, but it is softer now -- just an echo that reminds me of losing a loved one. I realize that I have finally accepted what happened between us. Though it was unexpected and it hurt more than I ever thought I could endure, time does heal all wounds. My heart still hurt but I can accept that the time we had together was a precious gift and left me with many memories I will always cherish. As I ponder on my feelings, I am struck at how close I came to missing out on what these two wonderful men showed me. The misery I let myself wallow in built a wall between me and the vibrant life that others wanted to share with me. Through pure chance, these two men found a way to reach me and remind me that happiness exists if I am willing to be open to the opportunity. And I am happy. "You're so beautiful when you smile," a voice whispers softly. "It's because I'm so happy," I reply as I open my eyes to see Jonathan looking at me. His deep blue eyes gaze at me so lovingly. Lost in his gaze, I can not help the tears that start to pool in my eyes. As I close my eyes, and try not to cry, I feel him pull me deeper into his embrace. Burying my head in his chest, his strong heartbeat reassures me as much as the warmth of his body. Against my back, Alexandar moves closer to cradle me as much as his brother. Between the two, I let the tears go. After awhile, the tears slow and my silent sobs disappear. I feel cleansed. My emotional storm is calm and I feel at peace. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and look up at Jonathan. Confusion and worry is written on his face and in his eyes. I turn and look at Alexandar as best I can and see the same. There are questions that he is begging to ask but he waits for me to speak first. I push against him and he moves back enough for me to pull away from the two and lie on my back. I watch as they prop themselves up on an elbow with their hand cradling their head. The other hand is tentatively laid on my tummy. With a smile at their gentleness, I grab both their free hands in mine and squeeze tightly. "Thank you," I say while looking them both in the eyes. Not giving them a chance to respond, I tell them of the thoughts I had. "I don't expect anything from either of you. I just want you to know how much all of this has meant to me. I came here to escape and instead found healing," I finish with a tremor in my voice. "Oh Elizabeth," they say simultaneously with such emotion I feel the tears starting up again. I close my eyes and try to stop them from falling. Their hands grip me harder and I squeeze back in silent response. I gasp as lips cover mine and softly, with immense tenderness, kiss me gently. So delicately, a trail of kisses leads from my mouth to one cheek where they stop and I feel a head lay itself down on my pillow. The other follows suit and I can't help the tears that trickle out. Instead of trailing kisses to my cheeks, he kisses each tear that falls and then lays his head next to mine also. I can only pull their hands closer to me and clasp them against my heart. Nestled close together, we hold onto one another as emotions too great to give voice to flow between us. Their legs entwine with my own and as their grip tightens once more on mine, I shut my mind down and just let myself feel. I don't know their thoughts or where we will go from here, but in this moment, I feel loved once more.