“I am going to be the supervisor. Oh, and I’ll also make the frosting,” Melanie informed him. “All the best Christmas cookies have frosting. So let’s get started.”
She had them get out mixing bowls and measuring cups—luckily they had a well-stocked kitchen—and made Clear put back the canned vegetables.
“What are we making—succotash shortbread?” she asked, poking him lightly in his broad, bare chest. “I don’t think so. No veggies allowed. These are going to be good old-fashioned Christmas cookies full of butter and sugar and flavor.”
When everything was ready, she began dictating to Strong, telling the Dark Twin exactly how to measure the ingredients.
“No, no—not like that. Here—let me show you,” she purred, when he dug a measuring cup into the flour. “You don’t want to pack it down—you need to just spoon it in gently and then level it off with a butter knife.”
Coming around behind him, she put her arms around his trim waist and pressed her full breasts to his back as she talked and showed him what to do. She felt the Dark Twin’s big body stiffen against hers but that only made her press closer to his broad back.
“See?” she asked, as she finished showing him how to measure and sift the flour. “That’s not so hard, is it?”
“The technique isn’t hard,” Strong rumbled as she stepped away from him at last. “But I certainly am.”
“Goodness, I think you’re right.” Melanie let her eyes drift down to the hard ridge of his cock which was pressing against the satiny fabric of his trousers. Daringly, she reached out and let her fingers trail briefly over his thick length.
He groaned softly and gave her a warning look.
“Melanie…”
“Well, it’s time to make the frosting,” Melanie said, giving the Dark Twin a naughty wink. “You just stir all those ingredients together until you form a nice stiff dough.”
“The dough isn’t the only damn thing that’s stiff,” he growled, but did as she said, incorporating everything together quickly and efficiently.
Melanie had everything she wanted for the butter cream fruit frosting she was going to make—except some fruit. Normally she liked to use just a little bit of lemon zest and once she’d even used a bit of strawberry puree. She didn’t need much—just a dab—but she had to have some kind of fruit because it made the cookies extra special.
At last she spied a bowl with a couple of interestingly alien-looking fruits in it. They were triangular in shape and colored almost like a peach. Melanie picked one up and sniffed it—mmm, good! She was about to take a bite, just to be certain that it would work in the frosting, when a large hand gripped her wrist, stopping the fruit from getting to her lips.
“I don’t think so, little one,” Strong rumbled. He was frowning down at her with a serious look on his face.
“What?” Melanie looked up at him uncertainly. “Why not?”
“That’s bonding fruit,” Clear said, leaving the cookies sheets he was lining with parchment paper and coming over to join them.
“Bonding fruit?” Melanie frowned. “Why do they call it that? It smells delicious.”
“And it tastes delicious too,” Strong said patiently. “But if you eat it, you’ll have an urgent biological need to bond with a male—or males.” He glared at her significantly.
“It’s native to Twin Moons,” Clear told her. “And they call it bonding fruit because it allows a female to take the merged shafts of the Kindred warriors she wants to bond with deep in her body.”
“Oh, my!” Melanie breathed, her eyes widening.
“It’s also a potent aphrodisiac,” Clear went on.
“It’ll make you ‘fucking horny,’ as you humans like to say,” Strong put in.
If she was being completely honest, Melanie was already there. In fact, she couldn’t ever remember feeling so naughty and aroused and uninhibited in her life. But she thought it was probably best not to mention that…at least not right now.
“So I can’t just have a tiny nibble?” she asked pleadingly. “It just smells so good.”
“Let me ask you this—do you want to take both our shafts deep in your tight little pussy and get bonded to my brother and me tonight?” Strong growled.
“Um…no?” Melanie was surprised that it came out as a question.
“Then you can’t even have a ‘tiny nibble,’” the Dark Twin told her sternly. “So drop it little one.”
He was still holding her wrist but he loosened his grip so that Melanie could drop the fruit back in the bowl. She licked her lips and met Strong’s piercing blue eyes as she did so.
She had to admit she’d had a narrow escape but the truth was, that only seemed to make her feel sexier.
“I always wondered how you two would fit your…equipment into a girl at the same time,” she said, giving the two of them a naughty smile. “I guess I didn’t get far enough in my research.”