To be loved by two men is like having two scoops of Vanilla and strawberry ice cream,
A love that must not be heard of or spoken about,
Those darkest desires of your heart that are yet to be explored by the waiting hands of the liberated,
What if they were brothers, does it make it worse?
What's the worst that could happen?

Like a wanton struck by the touch of Aphrodite, she'll fold and...