John’s library, however, did not. Colleen was inside Midnight Passions now, and in the middle of a crowded, full-swing orgy.
Chapter Six
What the hell happened?
She must have triggered the book with the correct password, she realized.
It was true, she no longer stood in John’s library. She was now in a large, windowless room, lined with Oriental carpets, the walls draped in red velvet. Soft, glowing lampshades set few and far between around the place, and the shadows produced in their dim glow enhanced the mystery of this new environment. The stench of sweat and cum assailed Colleen at all angles, making her feel momentarily dizzy...and aroused.
All around her—on the carpets, against the walls, and covering the few chaise lounges scattered about the room—she saw bare flesh, far as the eye could see. Writhing, moaning bodies, fucking and sucking and paying the interloper in the terrycloth robe no mind. No heads turned with her presence, no questions were asked. The orgy continued around her as if she were invisible.
Oh, my. Colleen was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. What page was this, and why had she never found this book at the store?
She remained a statue, barely holding the open book in one hand, but when she felt it about to fall she quickly tightened her grip but kept the pages open, marking her place with her finger. That’s right, she remembered, closing the book would have meant being sent back home, and though she felt a bit unnerved by the activity around her, for some reason she wasn’t ready to leave.
Not three feet in front of her, a beautiful blonde woman lay on her back, working her tongue over the pussy of another woman straddled above her. The kneeling woman was facing a standing man with long, black hair, and she graspes his ass and sucked his cock as he moaned his approval. A second man knelt before the trio with his arms looped around the raised knees of the prone woman, eating her pussy. None of them acknowledged Colleen.
Oh, my. Colleen’s pussy melted at the sight of it. To her amazement, the foursome before her only scratched the surface of the present hedonism. Couples and groups of all possible combinations trysted with fervor. Colleen saw a woman sandwiched between two men on a chaise lounge at one end of the room, a hardened cock penetrating her at either end, while against one wall a lean, beautiful man pounded his cock into the ass of another Adonis.
Still in another corner, two women kissed passionately and fondled each other’s breasts. Near them, a man and woman engaged in a slow, sensual sixty-nine act. Colleen watched, mesmerized, as the man on top pried apart his lover’s cleft and tapped his tongue against a throbbing, pink clit. His hips moved rhythmically over the women beneath him as his cock slid up and down into her waiting mouth.
Colleen had never seen a man on top in that position before, had never experienced it herself. A twinge of jealousy washed over her as she unconsciously slid a hand under the low neck of her robe to capture a hardened nipple. She pressed her thighs together and wobbled in place, but her clit ached nonetheless. Part of her wanted to cast off the robe and shout. Here I am, take me! She felt so left out; she wanted to dive headfirst into the sexual melee and hope at least one of these book characters was open-minded enough to oblige her. Man, woman...at this point it didn’t matter.
Another part of her wanted to take the book she was holding and slam it shut, and try to forget everything she had seen.
Fat chance of that.
Man, the stuff John’s grandmother read!
She swallowed. John knew about this book, but had he read it? Lived it?
She wanted to move around, at least to an unoccupied part of the room where she could breathe normally, but she found it difficult to negotiate the bodies writhing on the floor. She was reminded of a mine field, and let out a short laugh. Still, nobody said a word.
But, as Colleen soon noticed, somebody did watch her.
She turned slowly around until she faced the opposite end of the room, and her breath hitched. There, in one corner, a tall, gorgeous naked man leaned against the wall with his broad arms folded. Long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, and two black eyes pierced her heart. An impressive erection tapped at his navel as he stealthily approached, his eyes trained on her, but Colleen wasn’t looking at that right now.
She was looking at his face. John’s face.
Only it wasn’t John, she realized as he stepped over the squirming bodies to face her. This man had similar features, and the same dark skin, but she knew instantly this couldn’t be John. John had a sensual smile, yes, but this man’s expression proved hungrier, more predatory. Colleen felt the heat pooling in her belly spill down into her pussy, making it quiver.
No, this wasn’t John. How could he have gotten into the book first? Wouldn’t the book have disappeared with him if he took the trip?
The book.
The man took it from her, gently, and to her surprise she let him. Did this man mean to take it for himself and leave her behind to fret in this orgy? Why leave a place like this? Could fictional characters leave and survive in the real world? These questions and more swirled through Colleen’s mind, but all eventually took the back burner to her sudden desire to be a part of the action...with this gorgeous twin of John Spence’s initiating her.
Twin...brother? Could this be...? John talked of a brother. He had never said, though, that he had a twin, but that didn’t mean this man wasn’t one.
The man held the book open with both palms and lazily glanced at the pages. “How did you come to know this book’s secret?” he asked, his voice gentle. He didn’t sound accusatory, but curious. He sounded almost amused.
Colleen tried to speak, but was distracted by a sharp guttural cry. Her eyes darted to one side in time to see a woman braced against the wall, held up at each side by two men as a third man impaled her with his thick cock. The two men pinning her each licked one of the woman’s hardened nipples. Damn, but that looked like fun. Colleen felt her robe become heavier.
John’s lookalike didn’t wait for answer; he seemed to know it anyway. He cast her a wicked grin. “I never thought he’d spill the beans,” he said, and handed the book back to her. “He’s had quite the crush on you, you know. I never thought him one to want to share you, Colleen.” He looked around the room and frowned. “I don’t see him.”
“Share me?” Colleen had to think about the man’s words. How did he know her name? “Y-you mean John? John Spence has a thing for me?” Impossible, the man was her landlord, and incredible-looking. John could have stepped into this raging orgy and had every woman pause mid-fuck, wanting to discard their current partners for him.
His clone, clearly, had it just as good. No sooner than he returned his gaze to Colleen did two naked women appear from nowhere, each pressed against either side of him. One tickled his ear with her tongue while the other grazed a hand across the planes of his hard chest. Both glanced momentarily at Colleen, eyeing her with varying degrees of distaste. Or was it jealousy? The notion struck her as odd.
In a possessive move, one woman knelt before the man and swallowed his erection whole. John’s clone arched his neck and moaned. The other woman continued her gentle assault on his nipples, while Colleen could only watch. She was having a conversation with a man being sucked off, right in front of her! Too surreal.
“H-how do you know my name?” she demanded, her voice weak. “Are you a character in this book? Was that you yelling and shaking my house last night?”
He regarded her now through slit eyes and smiled. “We know each other, Colleen. I was the one who offered you the lease on the duplex.”
“What?” No, that was John. Who was this man?
“My name is Spence,” he said quietly. “Spence Aguilera. You know my brother, John.”
“I do.” But did she really know him? Did this mean John’s last name was different from what she knew, too? “I came alone, too. He doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Since you managed to find your way here, I’ll assume John has told you abou
t our grandmother?”
Colleen nodded. She couldn’t be sure any words would come, especially not after the second woman abandoned Spence briefly and retrieved a long, phallic-shaped object with straps from a nearby table. It appeared the woman could tell Spence wasn’t interested in her overtures. Colleen watched the woman affix the dildo around her hips and over her crotch, and kneel behind the woman sucking Spence’s cock.
“My grandmother was an honest woman, though some might have viewed her differently because of her beliefs,” Spence said as he eased the woman’s face from his groin. The woman remained on all fours as the one with the dildo teased her with the silicone shaft, then plunged it into her waiting core. Spence took Colleen by the sleeve and guided her slowly away from the orgy, out the far double doors to a darkened hallway. She wanted to ask where he was taking her, but was still too stunned by the activity and his striking looks to care.
Maybe he was going to take her somewhere private and ravish her. They walked slowly, Colleen on trembling legs, trying to decide if that was going to be a good thing.
“Has John told you the whole story?”
Colleen’s attention snapped to Spence’s face, which, in the dim of the hallway, appeared all the more mysterious…but sexy. His jaw was cut like John’s, and his eyes seemed to have lightened to gold, and glowed at her. She quaked under her robe, longing to feel his face nuzzled between her breasts. “Er, a little bit,” she answered. “He said she enchanted the books so you…er, you and John could enter them.”
“She wanted us to be educated, and successful, but she was sensible enough not to use her gifts to her advantage. She frowned upon cheating.” Spence smiled. “For a long time she scraped up the money to send us to an American school, but after many years she found she could only send one of us.”
The hallway seemed to go on forever. Was the building really that big, or was this a trick of the book? Colleen pondered this as they passed painting after painting depicting couples in erotic poses.
“Grandmother certainly wasn’t going to choose who would be given the chance at a more prosperous life,” Spence said. “So she decided we should both have the chance, as one being.”
“I don’t understand.”
Spence paused in the hallway. Colleen stopped short behind him, and he took the book from her again. “We took the name John Spence, two halves becoming a whole. When he turned eighteen and I was nineteen, John boarded the ship to Miami with Grandmother’s enchanted books. I was smuggled in a copy of Vanity Fair until we got settled. John took me into the book and left me there, then came back for me.
“For years afterward, John and I would trade places. We looked enough alike to get away with it. He would spend a few months living in the books while I took classes, and vice versa.” He smirked. “Collectively we earned degrees in English literature and worked as teachers. Though I always seemed to arrange it so that he was on the outside during finals, but then he was the stronger student.”
Colleen worked the numbers in her head. The brothers had to have been doing this for twenty years now. One name, one Social Security number, one set of taxes to pay. Amazing how nobody had caught on to the charade. “And you still trade places and assume the same identity?”
Spence nodded. “Though John is on the outside more often than I am these days. His stretches will go on for about six months at a time, while I’ll only spend a few weeks out before I can’t take it anymore.”
Colleen nodded. That explained Spence’s longer hair. John must be enjoying a long stretch on the outside now.
She felt a sudden burst of jealousy ignite within her. With whom was John enjoying the outside world? And how much did he enjoy himself in his grandmother’s copy of Midnight Passions?
Spence gestured slightly about them. “When Grandmother died and we came to own this book, I found I liked it here better, for obvious reasons. John had no objections, either.”
“Obviously.” Who wouldn’t want to live in a perpetual orgy? “Does, um, John come here often?”
“He used to. The girls miss him. They rather enjoy being fucked simultaneously by near-twins. Quite an experience, I’m told.” Spence’s eyes twinkled at her; Colleen felt her entire body flush. “Lately, though, he’ll slip into another book when I’m on the outside. He seems to have his eye on somebody else, and I really can’t blame him.”
Colleen felt a chill overtake her. John wanted her? She shook her head. This was too unbelievable to comprehend. All this time, she had two landlords, and couldn’t tell them apart. And one wanted her!
Did the other one, too?
“You were out long enough to meet me, though,” she said.
“John felt, since I technically own the house, too, that I should meet any prospective tenants. We both liked you and Melissa immediately. John especially likes you.” Spence’s eyes reflected a hunger that caused Colleen’s heart to thrum. John wasn’t the only one, apparently.
“I’m glad,” she said, and wondered what Spence would make of her response.
“Neither of us like Daryl, though. He’s a selfish prick.”
Colleen thought a moment. Was that what John had meant when he said we? He was referring to himself and his brother, not Melissa.
“He’s gone,” Colleen said, a bit too quickly, she realized. She didn’t want Spence to think she sounded desperate. Of course, she wasn’t the one walking around naked.
Naked. Good night! They had been talking and walking all this time, and she had completely forgotten. She had become so comfortable with Spence, so quickly, that it never occurred to her.
Looking down now at what had to be a thick, eight-inch erection, though, a nervous desire fluttered in her belly. She hoped Spence and John were alike in this manner as well.
Spence touched her arm. Needles shot through her veins, jumpstarting her heart and prickling her skin. Her nipples tightened under the robe.
“I should take you back,” he said. “I don’t know how you managed to get this book with my brother knowing, but I imagine he will notice it missing…”
“The door,” Colleen blurted, and blushed under Spence’s amused appraisal of her. “The door that separates my bedroom from John’s, er, your part of the house…I thought it was sealed when I tested the knob.”
Spence kept his grip firm on Colleen’s arm as he held the open book in his other hand. He didn’t seem surprised that Colleen had tested the door. Judging from his look, it was almost expected that curiosity would get the better of her, but not necessarily get her this far. “It was sealed, for a while,” he said, “until your landlord took care of it.”
“Really? Which landlord?” Colleen challenged.
But Spence only clamped the book shut and sent them home.
Chapter Seven
“Oh, brother, where art thou?”
Spence’s deep voice rang through the library and down the stairwell, made visible as he opened the door. Colleen felt a chill and tightened the neck of her robe so that it concealed her entirely. Her heart lodged in her throat, and the prospect of facing John terrified her. With Spence here, he would know she had been trespassing, in his house and into his books. How could she begin to explain that her entrance into Midnight Passions had been an accident?
Spence didn’t appear to be as fretful. He circled the room, his erection on the mend, and glanced passively at the other books on the shelves. “I’ve been inside all of them,” he was saying, though Colleen’s attention was on the door, “but none of them have held my interest as much as Grandmother’s book.”
I’ll bet. “Uh, maybe John’s not home...” It was a meek suggestion, one quickly debunked when a light illuminated the hallway. Shadows and footfalls heralded John’s approach.
Colleen’s heart softened and skipped upon seeing him, stripped to the waist and wearing a pair of white boxers that nicely set off his dark skin. The prominent bulge tenting the loose fabric was a sight for sore eyes as well.
He folded his arms
and cast a confused look at the two, then pointed to his naked brother. “How...”
“You told her,” teased Spence as he waved the copy of Midnight Passions at him.
John’s lower jaw gaped slightly. Colleen could see him working everything out in his mind, and his brow only furrowed more when he took the book from his brother. He looked at Colleen. “How did you...?” He thumbed through the book, dumbfounded. “There’s no way...”
“It was an accident,” she said quickly, hands crossed over her breasts as if to shield herself from harm. She then launched into a G-rated version of the adventure—testing the lock on a whim, thinking the correct password for the book while triggering the transport, finding Spence—as the two brothers watched her arms gesticulate. It was when she spotted the delight in their eyes that she realizes her gestures had caused the neck of the robe to come loose and expose her breasts.
“Any...anyway,” she finished, “Spence brought me back. No harm, no foul.” At least, she didn’t see any fowl, or other beasts. She hoped it wasn’t that kind of a book!
“This was no accident,” John said, serious. Colleen felt her throat close. She couldn’t read him at all. Was he enraged, or merely upset? Her gaze darted to the book in his hands. It was small relief that he wasn’t gripping the book tightly, with the blood drained from his knuckles. No, now he sounded more astonished than anything else.
“We’ve never revealed the password to this book, any of our books, to anybody else,” John said, and received a nod of confirmation from Spence. “But you managed to find a way in.”
Colleen shrugged. “I’m sorry, it was an accident. I bent back the spine like you did and must have said the right word at the right time. I got out of there as soon as I could, though.” She looked to Spence and hoped his facial expressions wouldn’t betray the lie.
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