Dolan Twins Nudes Novels & Stories

"I don't know what you mean." She raised her hands, the first two fingers extended on both hands and the rest folded inward as if she were holding up double peace signs. And then she proceeded to slide those extended fingers between each other in an obscene gesture, leaving no room for doubt as to what she was speaking of. "You know. Banging. Screwing. Doing the horizontal tango, fucking each other's brains out. Is that what's going on?" Dolly gave her a moment to process what she was saying, but her patience seemed to run out when she failed to receive anything but continuing silence in return. "Oh, come on. I'm not going to go to the press with it. It's just girl talk. And also because, yo

I prayed the flush didn’t show under the stage makeup. Knox moved behind me. Large hands settled on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into muscle until I relaxed despite myself. Julian circled slowly, trailing one finger across my collarbone, down between my breasts, stopping just above my navel. Lucian stood to the side, arms folded, watching with clinical interest. The twins leaned against the bar, drinks in hand, identical smirks on their faces. Damien crouched so we were eye level. “You understand the contract, pet?”

James said, shaking his head. We gasped as we saw them climbing on the rails like they were just playing—no fear at all. "F*ck, Bro. Are they really just 4 years old?" James pointed at the CCTV screen showing the twins seemingly playing on top of the wall. I just shrugged and patted his shoulder. "Clear all the footage—they were caught on camera. I don’t want anyone seeing what they’re capable of. You handle this—I have to go visit Ana’s parents," I told him.

Sometimes God really does give with both hands. The ponytailed twin is athletic looking, like she knows her way around a gym. I can see her toned thigh muscles working under her yoga pants as she walks and my wolf practically howls. I can barely tear my eyes away from her for a moment to check out the other twin with the hipster glasses, who seems a bit out of place at training camp. She’s wearing jeans, for pete’s sake. “What’s the story with the twins?” I murmur quietly to Theo. He’s watching them too, practically drooling.

Liana insinuated with a raised eyebrow and a suspicious look. “I... I'm sorry, guys, I was really tired and...” My words trailed off as a possessive growl echoed from the staircase. “Warriors...” The twins took a step back, their eyes wide. Dilan descended slowly, wearing only a sheet wrapped around his waist, showing off his muscular torso covered in my own scratches. Seeing him like that, so imposing and brazen, made my legs tremble again. “Alpha... you... what are you doing here?” Liana asked, completely perplexed.

The top followed, breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening in the air. Liam's cock stiffened full, throbbing against his trunks. He grabbed his towel quick, draping it over his lap as he sat. "Girls..." But his voice rough, hunger lacing it. Sophia hesitated, glancing at him shy. "Come on, Soph. Live a little." Isabella dove in naked, splash echoing. Sophia stood, blushing furious, but unzipped her suit. It slid down, revealing small, firm breasts, then her trimmed mound. She covered herself quick, but Liam drank it in—both twins nude, bodies young and perfect.

Bang on cue, without a word, probably using that weird twin telepathy that they had, Dux and Drake whipped off their t-shirts in perfect sync, and Zoe suddenly found herself staring at two gorgeous muscled torsos, both covered in salt-and-pepper hair, which looked just as damn good on their chests as it did on their heads. “What,” she sputtered now, choking on her pop. “What the hell?” “No need to wait, Zee,” Drake said, turning to give her the equally-delectable back view. Dux did too, and she blinked at the amazing fact that the twins had identical perfect asses. “Feast your gorgeous eyes now.” “Ohhh-kaaaay. What’d I miss?”

Mom looked up, "Huh? What are you saying?" I pointed to the album and Mom opened it. The first page had the Family standing in front of the house. The date stamp, along with what I'd read had the twins at eighteen. Mom and Dad were trim and very athletic, lots of visible muscle tone. Mom, blonde, long lean legs. Dad tall, with a runner's build, and a six-pack set of abs. The twins; built like Mom and Dad. Everybody was smiling. Everybody was also nude, all of them.

“Look how hard you are for us already. Such a naughty stepbrother. We know you jerk off thinking about us.” The twins didn’t wait for more protests. They pulled his shirt off together, their hands roaming his chest. Then they worked his shorts and boxers down his legs. Lucas’s thick, veined cock sprang free, standing tall and leaking precum. Both girls moaned in appreciation, their eyes lighting up. “Fuck, he’s even bigger than we imagined,” Lila whispered, licking her lips.

"It's no problem, I'm glad we could help. If Dylan faces any more trouble, my kids definitely won't mind lending a hand." The twins nodded eagerly, and Sherry hugged Dylan tightly until the little boy's face turned red. Suddenly, Ms. Petra's next words made us all pause. "Ladies, don't you think Dylan's eyes look quite similar to the twins'? From a distance, I'd suspect they were family." Mrs. Erica immediately nodded. "Indeed, they do seem to share some resemblance."