Brian's hands followed Betsy's as they grazed over his skin, wanted to move with her and feel her while she felt him. He entwined their fingers once or twice before she began working on the fastenings of his trousers and he felt a shudder run through him. His lower lip jutted out in a desperate pout as realized she was going to take her sweet time. Ahh!
There, (her face was against his neck) that was better. The large man let his body relax and his head tilted back to allow Betsy access while he let out a moan that would put another man to shame. Brian let his body go limp when his twin pushed at him, giving in almost instantly to her wish.
He landed on his side and elbow, then bounced once to shift to his back. His pants fell a little further in the transfer, falling below the line of his shorts' bottoms. His jockeys were closer to - no, they had burst open. He glanced down with mock-embarrassment at himself. The front of his briefs gaped open, allowing his length some much needed relief. Hell, he thought. He was honestly a bit worried at what Betsy might do. He quirked a brow at her before laying his head back, saying, 'Do your worst.'