𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 ❦︎

Forever

*7 months later*
*context:*

The past 7 months have been a rollercoaster of emotions. But I have managed. I figured out that Tom and Bill are twins. I didn't really see it until I had seen Bill without makeup. Bill is also slightly taller but that isn't much of a give-away. He's gorgeous without makeup though, and I have seen Tom without hats and baggy clothes too.

He has a muscular body, it is pretty attractive but I must admit I've lost most of any affectionate feelings towards Tom. He's becoming more of a brother to me, and he's beginning to feel the same. Alot of things have happened.

Bill has claimed me, and Tom's backed off obviously. But in secret, he would still used to hit on me. Kiss me, touch me, but not in an unconsentual way, that is not Tom. Each time he'd catch me alone. He would always ask for consent to do something.

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4 months before

I walk into the kitchen of the twins' house, opening the fridge. Bill is busy on a game, and Tom's on his phone in his room, his door open. I bend down, grabbing a Cola from the fridge and closing it. As the door closes, I nearly jump from my skin. Tom is standing right beside me, smirking at me. "Hello." He says quietly. His tone telling me he's keeping this a secret.

Per usual each time this happens. "Hi Tom." I smile up at him, I've grown a bit so now I'm not as short as I used to be compared to the twins. But they're still very tall. He stares down at me, soft eyed and probably melting inside.

"Can I kiss you please?" I snicker, setting my bottle on the counter beside me. Hugging his stomach, I look up at him. I've not felt much lately, but maybe it's for the better. Bill is showing stronger signs and I can't hurt either boy. He watches me as I admire him for the last times, holding my lower waist.

He leans closer, waiting for a response. His hat not in the way of any movements that could take place. "Sure." I say sweetly. He messily smiles, connecting our lips. He picks me up, setting me on the counter next to my bottle as our kissing gets heated rather quickly.

He gets more passionate, me returning the favour. My hands wonder his sides curiously while his stay firm at my hips, gripping them. He licks along my lower lip, begging on entering. I oblige, allowing him. His tounge fights mine for a moment, our eyes closed, our noses breathing heavily.

Hands glide up my sides, pulling me closer to him. "Fuck this game! I'm done!" Bill shouts, slamming his desk. I know he's lost, and I also know he'll be coming down now. Tom pulls away, listening close. His lips swollen, his panting heavy. Just then, footsteps can be heard in their hallway. Tom slides away, running to the cabinet full of snacks.

I stay sitting on the counter as I open the cap, taking a chug of the Cola to have an excuse for my breathing. Tom knows how to even out his breathing. The only reason we do what we're doing, is because Bill gets really pissed when he sees us. So Tom has learned to hide it. Bill enters the kitchen, clueless.

His hair is ruffled like he threw his headphones off. His face red like he's been mad. Because he has. His eyes immediately lay on me, a smile settles on his face. Bill has become more respectful towards me, and he is gentler. He doesn't try to entice Tom, he just kind of mind's his own business. He walks to me, pulling me in against him into a hug as Tom crunches on chips, looking completely distracted now.