#38:

What can I say?
That month in Varadero I got fat as a pig, and I was deliriously happy.
As the weeks passed, and we almost had to return, the twins were getting more and more nervous.
They whispered to each other and suddenly fell silent when I arrived, and I could feel the great tension that surrounded them.
The last night, they had a kind of picnic for dinner, in the moonlight, on the beach, and while we ate they took furtive glances at each other.
I dropped the mango slice I was eating and faced them angrily.
" Alright, that's it. What the hell is wrong with you? " I protested.
Matt opened his mouth to answer me, but Mark gave him a dirty look and shut up.
"Talk, or I swear to God you won't touch me again." I brayed.
Mark made a face and Matt laughed out loud.
"I don't like this." the crazy twin protested.
"At some point we'll have to tell her, brother," Matt muttered, and my stomach knotted.
"Tell me? Tell me what?"
Matt rubbed my back, moving closer and Mark moved closer to me as well.
I rolled my eyes.
I hated and loved being squeezed between them in equal measure.
It made me feel sexy, and divine, but I also knew it was a tactic they used to make sure I couldn't get away.
"In a few days, our parents will come from Spain." Matt announced, sniffing my ear.
Ah…the terrible Montalvo parents.
I vaguely remembered them.
My poor mother was the one who dealt with them the most. Every time the twins messed with me in primary or secondary school, my mother had protested to them.
"Are you…afraid that they won't like me?" I whispered.
Mark snorted.
"What that pair of vultures think doesn't matter to us." The crazy twin got between my thighs, kissing my knee. "but… there is something important that you should know."
"Hmm?"
Matt licked my neck, and I understood that they were extremely nervous. And trying to make me not to notice, distracting me with sex.
I pushed them both away, preparing myself for the worst.
"What's going on?"
Mark swallowed, and Matt blanched.
“Our parents will come looking for us, Rosy."
"They want us to go live and work as doctors in Spain."
My mind went blank for a moment, and I think my silence terrified them, because they pounced on me.
"This doesn't mean we're going to dump you," Matt explained hastily.
"On the contrary. We've been thinking about the possibility ... I've been wishing to ask you for days—"Mark swallowed dryly, looking at me pleadingly" would you marry me?"
I raised my eyebrows.
Matt growled.
"Why does she have to be your fiancée?" the good twin protested.
"We already talked about it. You've had her a first, it's only fair that I have this."
"No. Of course not. If you get engaged, then she'll marry you and I'll be left over."
"So you'll know what it feels," Mark muttered.
"Marry?" I whispered.
They looked at me worriedly.
"Yes," Mark murmured.
"Bu…but I thought this was something temporary. I... thought that this was an insignificant adventure... I... - I frowned, choking on the huge ball that was squeezing my throat and my chest. "Are you sure you want to marry me?"
Mark growled, taking my face in his hands.
"And why wouldn't we want to?" he protested.
"You're perfect for us, Rosy."
I rolled my eyes, while I tried that tears didn't come to my eyes.
"Curse! We've made her cry, Mark."
"Shit! Now she'll tell us no. I told you, asshole! I said let's do it my way."
I dried my tears, and tried to stand up, but they wouldn't let me. Matt encircled my hips and Mark pinned my legs so that I was left with my head resting on the good twin's legs, while the crazy twin was desperate to kiss my abdomen.
"You haven't answered us, precious," Mark mumbled, licking my piercing.
My chin trembled.
It was too much.
They not only wanted to make me cry, they also wanted to torture me.
"I thought it was obvious. Of course N…" Matt kissed me, biting my lips.
"Hmm?" Mark asked slyly. Unzipping my shorts. "What did she say, brother, did you hear her?"
Matt broke the kiss and laughed.
"Oh no. I didn't What did you say Rosy?"
"I said n…ouch!" Mark bit me just above the pubis.
"Huh? You have to be clearer, Rosy." Matt laughed.
I was already losing patience.
But then I remembered that they were going to Spain. And there they would find many girls, all prettier and more… well, all better than me.
So there I really got depressed.
It wasn't worth trying to fight them.
For the first time they seemed to agree on something, and they wouldn't stop biting me every time I tried to say no.
"Okay." I whispered defeated. "I will be Mark's fiancée."
"Oh, but I just changed my mind." mark announced.
"What?!" Matt and I yelled in unison.
“I don't think you're grasping the importance and seriousness of this, hummingbird."
He got up, kneeling between my legs.
"You'd be my fiancee to one, but you'd be our girl."
Yes, for a few months. I thought. Then they will completely forget about me.
"Our girl," Matt whispered, leaning his head to kiss me.
Mark took my hand and helped me sit up.
There I was, my back full of sand, disheveled and tearful. Contemplating the twins, with their bare chests, bathed in the light of the full moon and looking at me at the same time.
"Did you bring what I asked for, Matt?"
"Yes of course."
From one of the pockets of his shorts, Matt took out what I thought were two rings.
Mark took one, and bit his lip. Highly strung.
"I've decided to give you the solitaire," he whispered, blushing. He searched my gaze slowly, and compressed his lips. "Believe it or not, I love you, Rosario."
Oh no!
I was going to cry again.
“I have lived a disastrous life. Parties, women, drinking—I was with dozens of girls, but I always felt bitter and empty, because I couldn't kiss or be close to the one I really wanted."
By that time, I was a waterfall.
"There is no worse loneliness than being accompanied by someone you don't really love. But I want with all my heart that this never happens to you. May you always look at my brother and me, as you have done these days—
Mark kissed my fingers, and placed the ring where it went.
"With eyes full of happiness and love, hummingbird."
I swallowed dry. Watching as the stone set in the silver band sparkled in the moonlight.
"For my part, I give you the alliance." Matt whispered, and I wanted to die.- I know that happiness is not eternal and that nothing is forever, but promise me that when you no longer love me, I will be the first to know.
He took my hand, and placed on my finger the silver band that had no stones. Pushing it until it fit with the other. And kissing my finger, he too.
I looked at them, my heart in a thread.
Unable to articulate words.
"Well, at least he's accepted," Matt protested.
"I don't know, I don't see her very convinced," Mark intervened. "We'll have to finish winning her consent with a good orgasm."
"What a weird fiancee we've got, don't you think?"
"Yes, she'ss very rare. She doesn't want our money, and she doesn't dare accept our hearts either."
"But at least she likes our dicks."
"And the organs we give him."
Mark tugged on my shorts, while Matt took care of my pullover. Starting both to kiss me and touch me passionately.
"That's two good orgasms!" Matt encouraged.
I caressed the neck of one of them, while giving my mouth to the other.
"Better they be three." I whispered.