“Yeah, what do you mean?” Rick growls, his blue eyes sharpening. “Because I sure as hell have never touched you. I’ve never evenmetyou until just now.”
The beautiful blonde goddess is unperturbed however, floating to sit on a nearby settee. She arranges the pleats of her gown around her prettily before looking up.
“This whole thing has been a complete shock,” she begins. “For everyone involved. I thought I’d met a handsome man named Rick who lived in a big house, and who indeed, has pictures of himself with his daughter all over,” she says, nodding at a silver frame with a photo of Rick and Melly on a nearby ledge. “But then, I get a phone call that tells me, in fact, the man I hooked up with is named James. He’s not Rick at all. He’s Rick’s identical twin brother.”
I nod.
“Yes, that’s what we think happened,” I say in a low tone. “Why, do you have another version of the events?”
Savannah merely shrugs, her big bosom going up and down.
“Well, how do I know that your version of the events is correct?” she asks. “After all, the two of you do look identical. So how do I know that I hooked up with this one,” she says, nodding at James, “and not that one?” she asks, shooting Rick a pointed look.
Rick sputters.
“Because I was on vacation while you were using my house! I was in Bermuda the whole time! Tracy is my alibi.”
James looks just as astonished.
“It was me, can’t you tell, Savannah? I’m the father of your baby,” he says in a soft voice, staring at her stomach.
But Savannah merely shrugs.
“You have to admit this tale is filled with twists and turns, and even a DNA test won’t reveal anything because as identical twins, you two have identical DNA,” she says with another meaningful look.
A loaded silence ensues before I speak.
“Well what can we do to prove it then? This mystery needs to be unraveled.”
Savannah sits forward, her pretty face cunning and crafty at once.
“I propose a challenge,” she begins.
“What challenge?” Rick roars. “To show you our dicks so that you can remember which one you rode?”
“No of course not!” Savannah says airily. “I would never be so crass. But it’s something along those lines,” she begins in a sly voice. “The man I hooked up with had a tattoo on his private parts. In averyparticular place withveryparticular writing,” she says coyly.
I stare at her.
“So you want to see which man has the tattoo?” I ask.
Rick is already beginning to unbutton his jeans, he’s so eager to show that he doesn’t have the tattoo. But James interrupts then.
“It’s me,” he says, looking around nervously. “I’m the one with the tattoo, sweetheart. Okay, problem solved. I’m your baby daddy.”
But Savannah evidently enjoys the drama because she shakes her head, blonde hair swirling about.
“Well then show me, big boy. Let’s see what you have.”
At this point, Rick’s about ready to rip off his brother’s clothes himself to get this over and done with, but I manage to stop my man with a look. Instead, we watch as James approaches Savannah where she sits on the settee. Then, with trembling fingers, he begins to unfasten his pants, and as we watch, the handsome man lowers the material.
Oh fuck. I can see his pelvis, and there’s nothing that looks like a tattoo there, although I do note that James’s rod is plenty enormous. Probably not as big as his twin’s, but his shaft is certainly hefty and thick, and a good seven inches at least.
But Savannah doesn’t seem deterred. Instead, she giggles and licks her pink lips before looking up into James’s eyes.
“Turn around, big boy,” she coos. “Let’s see if it’s there.”
I swallow, exchanging a nervous look with Rick because what if his skin is unblemished? Then what? Does that mean that they’re not even twins, but rather triplets?