Morning light streamed through half-closed curtains. Ada squinted at the wide windows, then buried her face in the soft down pillow under her cheek. The sheets smelled fresh and clean, but unfamiliar. And ooohh \u2014 her whole body tingled, and she was sore between her legs in a new way that wasn\u2019t necessarily bad, just tender. Smooth cotton rubbed against her skin \u2014 every inch of it. She was completely naked, curled up in bed, and she wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n
Letting her eyes open just a little, she saw the slope of a broad, male back, peacefully rising and falling just inches away from her. What? Oh, God. Last night\u2014<\/p>\n
She blinked hard a few times, but either Wale or Tunde still lay on his stomach next to her in bed, his head turned towards the wall, one solid arm flung over her waist. The space on her other side was empty.<\/p>\n
This had to be a dream. She was dreaming. But her body began to remember last night: opening her legs first to Tunde, then Wale in their room; collapsing into strong arms that carried her across the yard; snuggling in bed with hard male bodies on either side, resting her head on a firm chest as warm flesh pressed against her curves, letting someone\u2019s muscled leg part hers.<\/p>\n
Sweet Jesus. Where were her clothes? Could she sneak out and do a run of shame back to her empty house while steering clear of the neighbors? Shifting, she tried to turn over without waking the sleeping twin.<\/p>\n
\u201cMmmmph,\u201d he mumbled into his pillow, pulling her closer. Her skin buzzed from his warm touch. So much for that. And if she was being honest, she wasn\u2019t actually ashamed. Shocked, disbelieving, but not ashamed. Slowly, her eyes opened all the way, taking in the large windows, the wardrobe topped with a beach painting, the restroom doors, and the family photos on the wall.<\/p>\n
She knew this room, though she hadn\u2019t set foot in here since she was young enough to sneak in and jump on the king-size mattress with Wale and Tunde. She was in Mr. and Mrs. Olanikan\u2019s bedroom, light, airy, and spacious, sprawled in the middle of the bed with only a sheet covering her and an unidentified twin fast asleep next to her, his arm firmly wrapped over her hip.<\/p>\n
No. Yes. She clenched her thighs together, trying not to squirm. This was real. She, Ada, certified shy girl who had worked her ass off to get into the university, who was two weeks away from her secondary school graduation, who had gone eighteen years without kissing a boy, and who had never had the nerve to live out any of her wild fantasies before yesterday afternoon, had gone around every base and then some with the boys next door.<\/p>\n
A large framed picture of the twins, posing in caps and gowns at their own secondary school graduation two years ago, beamed down at her from the wall of photos. Athlete, good looking brown-eyed gods, oozing masculine confidence and looking like they owned the world. They probably did. What she wouldn\u2019t give for a little of that.<\/p>\n
Rising on one elbow, she tried to look over her shoulder at a sound in the doorway. Then she sank back into the pillow, moaning. The twin next to her stirred, his arm slipping from her waist as he turned over and settled back into sleep. A bottle of Hennessy, a bottle of beer \u2014 had she really drunk enough last night for a hangover? She wasn\u2019t even sure what that would feel like.<\/p>\n
But the bottle had been generous, she wasn\u2019t a big girl, and let\u2019s face it \u2014 other than a few sips of wine, last night had been the first time she touched alcohol.<\/p>\n
\u201cDrink these,\u201d a low voice said in her ear. \u201cWater first.\u201d<\/p>\n
Blindly, she wrapped her fingers around a cool glass, ice clinking against the sides, and took a long drink. Better. And she didn\u2019t need to look to know which twin was taking care of her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, Wale,\u201d she murmured, gulping another cold swallow of liquid. The mattress sank softly as he climbed into bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Tunde.\u201d<\/p>\n
Blinking, she forced herself up on her elbows again to focus on his face. Yep, the dark birthmark under his left eye announced he was unmistakably Tunde. Naked, stretched out next to her, his face close to hers.<\/p>\n
\u201cUm, okay. Thanks.\u201d She tried not to show her surprise. \u201cHow did you know that I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCause you\u2019re a small girl who\u2019s probably never had a strong drink before.\u201d He gave her a devilish grin. \u201cMy brother told me he gave you a beer, but I think you had more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She rubbed her aching forehead, squinting. \u201cLast night\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHappened. I took your virginity in the room after you begged me to do it. And my brother fucked you right afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t beg,\u201d she mumbled.<\/p>\n
Tunde leaned in, but to her surprise, he didn\u2019t touch her. His breath tickled her ear. \u201cPlease, Tunde,\u201d he whispered teasingly. \u201cFuck me, Tunde. Not so shy anymore, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her everything went hot. Her crotch throbbed unmistakably. \u201cWe were all kind of drunk last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMm-hm.\u201d More heat from his naked body, so close to hers, drove her temperature even higher. Unthinking, she kicked back the covers. Eyes traveled over her full creamy breasts, exposed above the sheet that just covered her from the waist down. \u201cAnd now we\u2019re not.\u201d<\/p>\n
She should leave right now, Ada thought, but boy, did she have the mother of all headaches, and jumping out of bed to walk naked past Tunde\u2019s gaze wasn\u2019t her idea of a graceful goodbye. She took a long drink of water, hoping to clear her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cRegrets?\u201d Tunde\u2019s face was serious now. His voice was softer than she would have expected. And she knew suddenly that if she was having this conversation with Wale, breathing easily on her other side, he would tell her the night had been amazing, she had been amazing, and that would be that. She felt grateful to Tunde, possibly for the first time ever, for wanting an answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t tell anyone,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur little secret.\u201d He didn\u2019t crack a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen no. No regrets.\u201d Still in shock, she sipped the rest of the water. \u201cWhere\u2019s my swimwear? And my clothes? And \u2014 my shoes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Now came the smirk. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTunde\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWale brought them in last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my glasses?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI smashed them,\u201d he said contentedly. Ada raised an eyebrow at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. I don\u2019t actually need them. I just like the way they look.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
Not really, but Tunde looked so horrified that Ada started to laugh. He shook his head. \u201cNow this.\u201d Taking the empty water glass from her, he held out the other cup. Ada eyed the cloudy liquid suspiciously. Steeling herself, she took a big gulp of the unidentified drink and almost choked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is disgusting,\u201d she coughed. \u201cWhat is this, egg yolk and hot sauce?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDrink it all down, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t believe this really helps a hangover. I think you just threw together something gross so you can laugh at me while I drink it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tunde raised an eyebrow at her. Why did he have to be so hot? In the early morning light, she was all too aware that they were both naked, that Tunde had kicked the top sheet off his long body, and that she could really see all of him for the first time. His gaze on her breasts sent tinglings to her head, but it was a little late to feel shy now.<\/p>\n
When he chuckled softly, she realized she was shamelessly checking him out: the angled shoulders, the swells of his biceps, the firm pecs with their tiny hard nipples, the dusting of hair on his chest that trailed down his rippling abs to \u2014 oh, God. She didn\u2019t have the guts to look directly at his cock, but there was no question: it was large, hard, and pointing right at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Wale made it, you better believe him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t have your track record,\u201d Ada mumbled, deciding whether to finish the drink. One gulp had woken her up, better than any alarm clock. Finally, she made herself reach over Tunde to put it on the bedside table. Her breasts brushed against his firm body, sending a shiver through her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d Tunde\u2019s face was blank now. \u201cHe doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ada studied him. Suddenly, she understood. \u201cWhen you\u2019ve gotten in trouble \u2014 like back then in secondary school when you pulled that prank that got you suspended, Wale was involved too, wasn\u2019t he? And you took the fall.\u201d Tunde just stared at her, so she pushed on. \u201cI bet you always do. And you guys have an agreement about it. You\u2019re the bad twin. He\u2019s the good twin. That\u2019s what everyone sees.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMmmmpphhh,\u201d came a soft grunt from behind her. The mattress creaked. Ada, startled, tried to grab the sheet as it slipped away. No use. Wale was turning over in his sleep, pulling all the blankets with him and tucking them under his body. She felt very naked now, but Tunde\u2019s expression dared her not to grab the sheet back from Wale. His eyes flicked down to her body, drinking in her bare curves, then back to her face. Her skin began to prickle.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s always worked for us,\u201d he said finally.<\/p>\n
Did she want to know? She didn\u2019t want to know. Instead, she touched her fingertip lightly to the dark spot under his eye. He blinked at her. Going on instinct, she moved in to kiss him. She couldn\u2019t say why \u2014 she just needed to, and as Tunde\u2019s eyes widened, clearly surprised, he slowly brought a hand up to cup the back of her head and another hand on the curve of her bare ass, pulling her closer.<\/p>\n
Then she saw the spiders.<\/p>\n
\u201cTunde\u2026?\u201d Five of them, just waiting on the sheet by her naked arm and breast. And she\u2019d been about to roll over onto them. She was not going to shriek. She was a big girl who didn\u2019t freak out over bugs. \u201cThere are spiders in the bed\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
When she met his eyes, that wide-eyed look of innocent concern, she knew the truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou immature fool,\u201d she hissed, grabbing the plastic spiders and throwing them in his face. Tunde rocked with silent laughter, mashing his head against the pillow. Behind her, Wale shifted in his sleep, and she started when his hard body nudged hers.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe you still have these.\u201d<\/p>\n