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A wife becomes a slut for her bisexual husband.

"I'm sorry, Marcus. I didn't mean to pry like that." She stood up and smoothed her slacks. "I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry that it bothers you so much, but maybe it means a lot to her and she's just trying to make sure you're worth it."

Marcus looked at Marin again. "Mom? Leave it alone, please."

"Fine," she said. "Stop with the shitty attitude then, all right?"

He nodded. "Fair enough. I'm sorry if I upset you. I was just mad."

"Are you still mad?"

"I'm getting over it. I'm not about to beg anyone for anything."

Marin walked towards the door, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear. "Nor should you, sweetheart. Is Mina in her room?"

"She said something about taking a bath and washing her hair, so maybe."

Marin nodded. "Okay. I love you, baby. You coming back downstairs?"

"I don't know," he said. "I'm a bit tired, actually."

"All right." Marin smiled at him before walking out and closing the door.

Later on, while he was watching television, Mina came into his room. She wore another silk babydoll and matching panties and climbed into Marcus' bed after making sure the door was locked. She had already secured hers, but it really didn't matter, for their parents rarely came into their rooms anymore. It also didn't matter because William and Marin's bedroom was down the hall at the other end of the house and there was little chance they were awake and might hear.

Marcus moved so that she lay against the wall and tucked the covers around her. For a long time, they stared into each other's eyes. She put his hand on her breast and let him stroke it while they gazed at each other. There were no words required, for their eyes said it all. They were in love. Marcus allowed his feelings for his twin sister to come forth in a rush of relief. He was already thinking of ways for them to be able to be together when they went off to college and eventually when they moved away from home; for he knew that when they left, they would leave together. He wanted them to be a couple, but knew it could not happen. Not now, anyway. But he would take whatever steps were necessary to ensure that it would. Mina was his true love; his only love and he would be with her one way or another.

They started kissing. It was unhurried and sensual, romantic and sweet. They enjoyed each other's mouths and touched one another's bodies as if they had never touched before. Marcus rolled Mina on top of him and folded his arms behind his head.

"I want to ask you a question," she said.

"What do you want to ask me, sexy?"

Mina straddled him and fingered her hair. "Do you have a fantasy, Marcus?"

He shrugged. "Well, I'm acting it out, so to speak."

"No, you dummy. I mean, do you have a specific fantasy?"

"Like what? Be specific."

"Like, if there was one thing you could do that you're not able to, what would it be?"

Marcus pursed his lips and thought about it. After a few minutes, he reached up to caress Mina's face. "I want to watch you," he said.

Mina cocked her head to one side. "Watch me do what?"

"Anything. Everything. It doesn't matter."

"Like when you recorded me that day in those stockings?"

"Well, not quite...though that was such a good day." He found a pair of Marin's seamed stockings and stilettos and asked Mina to model them for him. She allowed him to videotape her walking around his room and he had watched it regularly since.

"What do you mean?"

"I used to watch you take baths," he said. "I used to watch you move around your room. I did it in secret. I used to watch you sleep sometimes. I wish...I wish I could watch you all the time, Mina. I mean, you're preparing to leave for Penn State and I'm interning at Dad's firm, and we're just busy. I don't get to see you as much as I want to."

"You mean, just watch me do nothing?"

"I don't care what you do.

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