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exposed breasts. “Best. Cartoon Character. Ever.”
    As he kissed her, the camouflage pants slipped from
her hands, and when she stretched down to catch them, her breasts
popped out of her dress. Alexander stared. His eyes were so blue
they seemed translucent. He looked excited. Determined. Eager. The
music from the other side of the door pounded into their room, but
the thumping of their hearts and the rasping of their breaths
seemed louder as Jillian fisted her hands in his hair, while
Alexander sucked on one nipple first then the other. She pulled his
hair, causing him to move up to face her. She then plunged into his
mouth in a feverish kiss. The music continued pounding. The
laughter and talking from the other room blended into the noise
from the music. Jillian tried to control her moans and gasps as
Alexander lifted the little bit of material that comprised her
skirt. He slipped a finger under the elastic of
her panties and slowly slipped them down at the same time trailing
a finger from her thighs all the way down to her ankles. Once her panties were off, he wasted no time sliding inside her.
She was ready. The look of his Nordic, statuesque body in the nude
was enough foreplay for her. His rhythm sped when the music sped
and slowed when the music slowed.
    “Xander, please, I can’t take it anymore,” she
whispered, but it came out louder and needier than she intended. He
didn’t respond. He just continued his agonizingly slow pace without
caring that on the other side of the door a house full of people
were there for his birthday. When it came to Alexander, Jillian
seemed to lose all inhibitions, all sense of reason and morality,
and when he sped up his pace, she yelled. Even though the sound was
lost to the tempo of the music, Alexander muffled any remaining
noise with a deep kiss that took her over the edge.
    He followed right behind, whispering in her ear,
“Jillian, baby.”
     

Chapter 3
    A lie told
often enough becomes the truth.
    -Vladimir Lenin
    For the next five minutes, they lay in bed, spent.
Jill got up first. She patted her hair down in an attempt to
control the craziness that was her hair. “God, people are going to
think we did something in here,” she said, pulling her skirt down
and her panties up.
    Alexander propped his head up on one elbow and
looked at Jill, amused. “We did do something .”
    “Shit.” She walked to the mirror to fix her makeup.
“How embarrassing.”
    “Nah. Don’t worry ’bout it.” Alexander slowly got
out of bed. “They probably didn’t even notice we were gone.”
    “I hope you’re right. I’d be mortif—”
    “Unless they heard all your moaning and screaming.”
Jill flung her head back and pinned him with her big emerald eyes.
Her cheeks immediately crimsoned. “Relax, babe. I’m just kidding.
No one heard anything, and no one even knows we’re gone.”
    Jill threw her hairbrush at him; he caught it before
it hit his chest.
    When Alexander finally managed to get dressed, Jill
eyed him warily.
    “Where’s the rest of it? All I see are camouflage
pants. Where’s the shirt?” Alexander asked.
    “Oh, yeah, I didn’t buy the shirt. That’s the entire
costume. I figured that if you got away with not being a raisin or
a loin-clothed superhero, the least you could do is be a half-nude
soldier. Trust me. It’s a hell of a lot more than what your
brother’s going to be wearing.” Jill smiled, suddenly not caring
whether Rambo was from the 50s or the 90s. As long as the twins
were half naked, everything was right in the world. “Oh, and the
machine gun and the wig, of course.”
    “Of course.” Alexander rolled his eyes. “Babe, I’m
not wearing this wig. Is it your goal in life to humiliate me?” He
scowled.
    “Sort of.” She was helping him with his plastic
guns. “But you have to wear the wig. You have to,” she whined. He
pulled the black, mullet-like shiny wig out of her hand and groaned
when he put it on his head and looked at