Disclaimer: I don't own GWTW or the sexy Tarleton twins.
The Tarleton twins gaped bewildered at Scarlett O'Hara in her sexy muslin dress. This was their wildest dreams and fantasies come true. Not only were they about to ravish the body of the woman they loved, but they were going to be together while they did it. Scarlett wouldn't have to choose between them. How could she choose, anyway? They would both have her and be together, as brothers should.
"Scarlett, you sure do look foxy in that green nightgown," said Stuart. "Its color really does accentuate your eyes."
"Why, thank you, Brent," said Scarlett. "That is such a lovely compliment."
"I'm Stuart," said Stuart, smiling.
"Terribly sorry, Stuart," said Scarlett. "I'll try not to make that mistake again."
"Please see that you don't," said Brent. "It could make things very confusing in bed. I'll be doing something you don't like, and you'll say, 'Stuart, stop!' and I'll keep right on going with whatever it is you don't like while Stuart here will be wondering what he did wrong."
"Why don't you go throw on something in a different color?" said Scarlett. "That way I'll know it's you."
"Scarlett, don't tell me now that you can't tell us apart," said Stuart, wide-eyed and with a stupid grin.
"Of course I can tell you apart, you silly goose," said Scarlett with her charming little laugh. "I've known you since we were children, haven't I? I'm just worried that in the heat of making love, I'll get confused and start shouting out 'Stuart! Stuart!' when I really mean to say Brent, or vice versa. It would help me ever so much if you would wear a different color."
"Very well, Miss Scarlett. What shall I wear?" asked Brent from the closet.
"Wear something brown," she said. "B for brown and B for Brent. That's easy enough to remember."
"I don't see anything brown," said Brent, scanning the room. "I only see a dark blue nightshirt. Will that do?"
"I suppose," said Scarlett distantly.
"If it means that much to you, Miss Scarlett, I can go fetch something brown from my closet back at home," said Stuart, leaping up from bed. "It won't take me but a minute."
"No, that's all right, Stuart," said Scarlett. "We'll just make do with what we have."
Stuart grumbled and got back into bed like a whipped puppy. Why didn't Scarlett send him on errands any more? It must be that she was mad at him.
Brent put on the blue nightshirt and slipped into bed with Stuart and Scarlett. "All right, Miss Scarlett, tell us what you want us to do."
Scarlett's dimples deepened, and her catlike green eyes narrowed with pleasure. This was going to be the sweetest revenge sex ever. Take that, Rhett, Charles, Frank and Ashley! She was about to prove that she could have any man she wanted-even if she had to raise them from the dead. This was even better than having house slaves. No wonder men liked it.
