His words cut off abruptly as Melanie opened the black wrap dress she’d been wearing, exposing the sexiest outfit the Light Twin had ever seen.
“Um…uh…” he heard himself saying but he couldn’t seem to get his brain to work—all he could do was stare as Melanie draped the innocuous black dress over the back of the couch and posed in front of them with her hands on her hips.
The outfit was made of some sheer red fabric which was trimmed in soft white fur. There were vertical slits over both of Melanie’s full breasts but little white bows, strategically positioned over the points of her nipples, tied them closed to conceal her ripe mounds.
The hem of the garment, which was edged in the white fur material, fell to mid-thigh, and it was transparent enough that Clear could see that Melanie was wearing matching panties with it. The panties also had a vertical slit, tied closed with a white bow.
To add to the outfit, she was wearing tall black shoes with high heels. Clear and Strong had agreed that this human footwear was ridiculously impractical and yet somehow, it definitely added to a female’s sexual appeal. Why this was, neither one of them could understand, but it was definitely so.
“Well?” Melanie purred and did a slow twirl, allowing them to admire her lush, curvy body from all angles. “Are you boys ready to make some Christmas cookies with me?”
13
For a moment they just stood there, staring. Melanie did a slow turn and watched as their shock turned to awe and then to lust. Oh yes—they wanted her.
You want me but you can’t have me, boys, she thought, feeling sultry and sexy and naughty all at once.
Honestly, she probably never would have considered wearing the provocative outfit if she hadn’t been feeling so good and sexy and confident following the party. But that warm, bubbly feeling she’d gotten after drinking the punch had only grown stronger. So when she saw the naughty little outfit that Clear had gotten her, she’d decided on impulse to put it on and go over.
“Well?” she asked, when they had been staring at her for over a minute. “Are we going to make cookies or not?”
“Oh, uh…sure.” Clear recovered first. He nodded quickly. “Come into the kitchen—I laid out all the ingredients I think we’ll need.”
He started to go into the kitchen but Melanie stopped him with a hand on his broad shoulder.
“Wait a minute—aren’t you two overdressed for baking?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at them. Both twins were still wearing their uniforms, which they’d had on at the party.
“Are we?” Strong’s deep voice was hoarse and his eyes were roving over her body hungrily.
“I’m afraid so,” Melanie said. “You know, baking can be a messy business. How about if you two go put on your PJs and then we can get started.”
“Our ‘PJs’?” Clear asked, frowning.
“You know—you’re pajama bottoms. Your sleep trousers—whatever you want to call them.” Melanie made a shooing gesture. “Go on—go get changed and then meet me in the kitchen. I’m going to have a look at the ingredients.”
And she sashayed into the kitchen, letting her hips roll seductively without waiting to see if they would obey her or not.
What exactly do you think you’re doing, Melanie? whispered a little voice in her head. This is a bad idea and you know it! You’re going to regret acting like this later…
But the little voice was faint…so faint and light it was ridiculously easy to push aside—like batting aside a balloon.
“I know what I’m doing,” Melanie murmured to herself. “I’m going to make Christmas cookies.”
And in fact, that actually was her plan. She was going to make cookies with the twins and pretend all the while that everything was normal and she wasn’t half-naked in the naughty little outfit. She wanted to see how long it would take them to snap and do…well, who knew what they might do?
And then all kinds of interesting things might happen. But for now, she intended to play it straight—just tease them a little and have some fun…
She was just looking over the “ingredients” Clear had lined up on the counter and shaking her head when the two of them came back into the kitchen. This time both of them were bare chested and wearing only the long, black satin sleep trousers they’d had on when she woke up in bed with them.
“Now, that’s more like it.” Melanie nodded approvingly. “You won’t mind getting flour on yourself if something happens to spill.” She smiled provocatively and beckoned them forward. “Now here’s how it’s going to go—Strong is going to measure and mix the ingredients and Clear is going to line the pans and do the actual baking.”
“What are you going to do, sweetheart?” Clear’s smoky green eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low with desire.