Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 44

Chapter 44 – Drew On Their Faces?

Evie

The sun that peeked through the curtains was barely a few rays, yet they still stung and burnt my eyes like salt smushed into them. I was aware of limbs and bodies around me, with no clue where one ended and the other began. The twins and I lay in a heap on my bed, our legs and arms an entangled mess. Astennu lay behind me and Badru lay in front, using my chest as his personal pillow. Both, fortunately, still wore their sweatpants, though their t-shirts were discarded.

I wasn’t quite sure on what happened, what time it was… or, s**t, what day was it?

All I knew was my mouth tasted like an alleyway and my head was pounding.

‘Ugh, that is not the pounding I want to feel,’ Evva made her presence known, even though her voice was like a jackhammer on my brain.

‘Awake for three seconds and you’re already thinking about s*x,’ I groaned inwardly.

I patted myself down, relieved that my hoodie and shorts remained intact. Nothing too physical could have happened and I was glad my drunken self hadn’t done anything too rash. I did remember some rather heavy making out, both tasted wonderful mixed with tequila.

My mouth didn’t taste wonderful currently and it was only making me feel increasingly nauseous. I slipped out of the twins’ joint hold to go brush my teeth, neither stirred in the slightest except for a light groan from Badru at the loss of his pillows.

My appearance in the bathroom mirror wasn’t as horrific as I thought it would be. My hair did look like a bird’s nest, but a little dry shampoo and a run-through with my fingers perked it up fine; goddess knew what Astennu did with my brush. The twins never had this problem, I had noticed. They always woke up looking like they had walked straight off the pages of a men’s health magazine. I quickly washed my face and added a little tinted moisturiser so that I didn’t look entirely like a zombie; Astennu and Badru could think I woke up looking like this.

Wandering back into my room, I took in the mess we had left behind. The pizza boxes were thrown to the side. Next to them, the nearly empty bottle of tequila. Someone had screwed the lid back on in a rare show of drunken responsibility, which innately screamed of Astennu.

But why was there a green sharpie with the cap off on the floor next to the mattress? I put the cap back on, placing it back in the little mug holder on my dressing table, and turned my attention back to the twins, who had moved their heads from the last time I saw them. And scrawled right across the cheeks was… oh, dear. Now I remembered the reason for the sharpie.

‘You drew a p***s on their faces?!’ Evva howled in raucous laughter. ‘Oh little muffin, you better hope they can wash that off!’

I vaguely remembered the boys becoming sleepy and passing out, then finding something hilarious. In my defence, it was quite funny and I had gone into impressive detail, complete with veins.

As quietly as possible, I crawled back to get under the blankets and nestle in between my mates. Only, Badru was the first to wake up as I was making my sneak approach.

“Sabah el nour (morning),” he gruffly whispered, his voice thick and husky with sleep in the sexiest baritone pitch.

He reached for me, his thick arms roped with muscle pulling me in for a kiss, but I grimaced involuntarily.

“Sorry, it’s just… you reek like a distillery,” I tried to retain my composure and not look at the veiny c**k etched onto his cheek.

“Let me go take care of my morning breath. Then, we can revisit this. The toothbrush you gave me still in the bathroom?”

I nodded and left him to find out on his own. Somehow, though, he came out completely unaware. How had he not noticed? It wasn’t discreet in any size, shape, or form.

‘Is that your handiwork or mine?’ He smirked as he joined me under the covers and nodded towards his brother’s face.

‘Mine, I think,’ I edged around the truth.

‘There isn’t one on me, is there?’

one. That’s why it’s funny,’ I joked, expecting him to go

laughed along with me, taking me completely seriously. I really should have

didn’t think he was actually gonna believe

kinda feel bad,’ I gazed into my poor innocent

trusting lil’

yawn sounded behind me. A warm, strong arm slid around my waist and soft lips

to brush my teeth and I’ll give you the good morning you deserve,’ Astennu promised and flicked his

painted on his skin. These

the side of Badru’s face and began sniggering

that?” He

liar!” He shouted at me, leaping up

pulling tricks on my

patting his cheek before he

up as well, rushing

and dingus at their finest,’

I stood to take pride in my work, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you do,

off!” Badru exclaimed, looking rather panicked at the prospect of having to

for what was left of

at the nearest twin’s cheek, Badru. With a little effort, it finally came off, leaving nothing but a green stain on the

that would work?” He tilted his

stealthily avoided the question and left the

the heart to spoil it with tales of woe from my teenage years. There had been plenty of times I had needed

huddled up to scroll through my phone, waiting longer than I thought it would take

of dominance in Astennu’s voice and I dropped my phone obediently, though it was never asked,

squeal at the unexpected motion. Their eyes swirled a deep black at my sound and I was sure my own were beginning to do the same. He pushed my hoodie up, exposing my abdomen to the cool

think I’m going to like this game,’ Evva buzzed with excitement, blocking me out to link with

off and leaving me topless. Without warning, I was flipped onto my stomach and my shorts were pulled away and down my legs. A large warm hand, pressed firmly onto the small of my back, keeping me in

I half groaned, half squeaked. My core was instantly slick and my entire skin quivered wanting more. The same hand displaced the air around it and connected a second time, Badru, I could tell by the tingles, along with a

mean to us, my nour el-ain, and not face

stop if you don’t want this,’ Astennu

want it. I liked it very much. And a dumb, stupid and proud part of me wanted to deny it and keep the upper hand over my twins. But if I said

the stupid pride hole you’ve dug yourself and enjoy some spankings. Otherwise, I will b***h slap your brain

guess that was

‘Ammar?’

having never experienced a lack of

caressing the sting. With my eyes screwed shut, I submitted fully to the delicious treatment, biting my bottom lip and moaning louder while growing wetter. By the sixth smack, the kisses on my behind were replaced by massages from both mates and a finger sliding between my folds, Badru’s. He entered me and began slowly pumping, rubbing the tip of his finger at an agonising pace. His twin joined in, rubbing my clit in a matching rhythm, too slow to have me tip over the edge, but enough that I was a writhing mess and desperate for any

lost count of how many spankings I took, somewhere around 15. I was too focused on what was happening elsewhere, lost in a mass of tantalising smacks, kisses and rubs to soothe my pink

mine and his tongue eager to dance. Badu’s lips nipped and suckled on my neck, deepening his hickey on my marking site and causing

he’d run the pack borders. His

I panted in

the certain expectations he thought I may have of him, that because he was an

hands gripped my hips, keeping me in place to prevent me from squirming too much from the electric current