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Her back and shoulders stiffen. Paloma yips in surprise and then protest, providing Jekyll with a vibration around his dick lasting a couple seconds before she's sliding her lips over and off.

She swallows the saliva they'd worked up, planting her hands on his knees to twist halfway around. "I'm just helping," her voice cracks.

"Are you embarrassed if I'm here...?" He grins between the two of them, but mostly at paloma. "Don't let me stop you."

Meanwhile Jekyll tries to cover his shame, which makes Hyde roll his eyes. Please, as if he hasn't seen it plenty anyway, and as if they're not identical at that.

Burning up in terror at being caught out, Paloma truly feels like a cheap slut right then and there. Get screwed, have a go at his brother next while Edward is supposed to be sleeping! Who's the tart, she's the tart!

"You are stopping me," she says plaintively. See, he's scared Henry, and after they'd had a moment. "I said I was gonna come back!"

"You took too long..." But it's fine really, he doesn't want to stop her. In fact he sits on the floor beside her to place his hands on hers to guide them. "Go on."

Jekyll squeaks in surprise, at his brother's hands on Paloma's on his dick. That's not how this is supposed to be!

Paloma sputters and feels her blood freeze, then heat in the same millisecond. His guidance is what keeps her hands upright or else they'd fall to her sides. Under Hyde, she wraps around Jekyll's velvety cock and cannot for a moment think to throw him off.

"This," she begins to say, faltering. "I can do it on my own, I was figuring it out!" Distress makes hervsqueeze.

"Of course you can, but I want to be included." He grins, biting at her ear.

"Edwaaard, I don't think that's a good idea...." He doesn't need Paloma getting any weird ideas about him, like that he does gay stuff, or incestuous stuff.

Edward is dangerous to good sense and any lines in the vicinity that he can be crossing. She fights to prevent her blush from spreading, wishing fervently to sit up straight and flick him away, like a flea.

"We should take this slow," she agrees with Henry on a reedy, pleading note. Her face turns toward Edward to better beg him. "So, listen? Please...?"

Fuck lines, he does what he wants. "You're really gonna agree with him when you wanted us both to fuck you at once like five minutes ago?" He rolls his eyes at his brother, "don't be a stick in the mud, Harry."

"I will do, thanks!"

She persists, imagining that she's on the right track. Wishful thinking, maybe.

Her grip is immovable, whatever he tries to do with them. "E-excuse me, I wasn't in a position to think it through!" As he well knows!! "And he says no, so!?"

He tries pretty hard to move her hands, but it's not going anywhere... So, what if he tries to push her head down, go in for the succ Paloma. "Sure, he says no, but that isn't the truth, now is it?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

The tiniest of shrieks is muffled by Jekyll's meat before she and her warm, wet mouth slide off again. Hyde's mistake. She's enraged and emboldened by the move enough to whip around and elbow him in the clavicle.

"He can say yes when or if he's ever ready to!!" Enter the wildcat.

This is too cruel, give Jekyll a moment of pleasure and take it all away and embarrass him immeasurably, repeatedly...

"Jesus!" Hyde coughs, bristling. "I'll fuckin do it myself!" Do what? Blow Jekyll, evidently, as he takes hold of his brother's cock.

"Um!!!!"

What a way to declaw her. Paloma stills.

She's not hallucinating. That is Henry's twin brother going for his dick and engulfing it in his mouth like it's nothing. Did she take something? Did he? And Jekyll's not hopping and screaming.

"Are you freaking high, Edward?" Spit it out??

He doesn't want to try to escape for fear of Hyde taking a bite?? But he does try to push on Hyde's head, make him let go, maybe? If they're lucky... "You have to stop...!" As if Hyde hasn't noticed they have a guest.

But he doesn't.

While Jekyll probably feels his world crashing around his ears now that an outsider knows his dark incestuous secret, Paloma remains stunned.

Hyde does it like a pro, at the same time horrifying and making her self-conscious about technique. She couldn't look away even if they weren't sitting practically on top of each other's feet. "Hey," she tries in a much smaller voice. "You... you made your point."

He's totally a pro. Boy knows what he's about. But now that they aren't yelling at him, he does in fact listen, turning to grin at Paloma. Her turn?

Meanwhile Jekyll could cry for shame, except that shame also equates to arousal.

She's not imagining that Jekyll's prick got bigger, is she? It's a whole lot wetter after Hyde had a go.

Paloma wrings her hands and scrambles after her thoughts. They can't seem to settle. "Umm, ahh."

Purely becsuse of the stimulation and wet mouth, that's all...!!! It totally doesn't turn him on to be shameful in front of her with his twin.

"Y-you really don't have to!" He'd be more than happy to disappear into the washroom for a moment.

She's afraid that he'll start sucking again if she says and does nothing, but she's entranced by the precome beading at the tip. It's obscene, and she's curious about the taste.

Her hand extends and is snatched back after the barest touch to the stickiness. "I, u-uhhm, you... he?" Hyde? Paloma stares and silently begs for answers, for a lifeline.

Jekyll's tempted to just shove his pants back on and run, really. Just sitting there with his cock out (and not rockin out) makes it all worse. He shifts uncomfortably, chewing his lip.

"'I, you, he," what?" How's he supposed to give answers without a question?

If he's going to be obtuse then she's not sitting on the floor with him. She launches up and onto the couch beside the saner brother.

"Why would you-- you know!!" Paloma burrows into Henry's side, petting his arm anxiously to soothe them both.

"To give you encouragement," he grins. "You're pretty fuckin shook up."

Jekyll grabs on to her for dear life, ready to swear up and down that his brother is a liar.

"It's just a regular day for us, right Harry?"

Speak of the actual devil. "No...! I don't know what you're talking about!"

Paloma is gratified by the immediacy with which he clings onto her; she half thought he wouldn't want any part of either of them.

She thinks about tucking his engorged cock away but realizes this is the second emphatic denial Jekyll has made. Suspiciously, he's dead set on denying knowledge rather than permission to suck. "What, like you've done that before?"

Has he?

"Absolutely not!" At least Paloma keeps him there rather than running off. And he takes care of pulling his pants up himself.

Hyde laughs, "All the time, we fucked last night." Still on the floor, he crawls forward to sit on his knees to sit right at their feet. Adventurous hands creeping up onto thighs.

One always lies, the other always tells the truth. Not entirely a puzzle fit for the circumstances, as Jekyll hasn't always lied and neither has Hyde...

'He came home last night, hot and bothered.' And they...

Her thigh jolts. "Not a funny joke," she manages.

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