He started a fire in the fireplace, and got a blanket out and pulled it over me.As we watched the movie, I kept pulling the blanket over my head durin...g the intense scenes as he laughed and described the horrors to me, tickling me under the blanket all the while. I pressed my head into his lap, my hands on his legs, as I stretched out lying on my side next to him. His arm lay d****d longwise along my side; it felt warm and comforting to me. I began to doze slightly as the movie went on.. “You better be telling the truth,” she said, and rolled off him. Dinesh took a deep breath and sat up straight, his ribs aching. He rubbed them with his hand.“You want me to change the movie?” He asked Rachana.“No, leave it on,” she replied.Dinesh goggled at his sister. “Are you crazy?”“No,” said Rachana, “I want to watch it.”Dinesh stared at her in disbelief. “Well, I’m not watching a porno with my sister.” He stood up to leave, but Rachana grabbed his wrist and yanked him down on the couch. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One strong hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a point of cold steel softly touch my neck and slowly. The heat was still turned down. Whenever he traveled to Cape Canaveral he cranked the heater down to reduce expenses. His Wi-Fi and computer would be unplugged to prevent electric surges from frying the electronics. The TV and other electronics would also off to them from draining his wallet. He was a bit of a control freak about minor details.Growling, he grabbed pants and a shirt and marched into the kitchen searching for caffeine. The polished wooden floors felt cold, and the ceramic tiles.