HUGE X2: A Twin Stepbrother Romance (With Bonus Book 'ESCAPE') Read online

  HUGE X2

  By Stephanie Brother

  © 2016 Stephanie Brother

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  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  Description

  There are rumors going around about my twin stepbrothers.

  HUGE rumors.

  I try to ignore gossip, but that’s easier said than done when it involves crazy sex stuff and verified reports about the size of things that a stepsister should know nothing about.

  Ethan and Nathan are the identically gorgeous hunks of man flesh that have just moved into my house. Even before the rumors, I could barely look at them, with their ridiculously twinkly blue eyes, and smiles that turn me into a mindless puddle of goo.

  We’re supposed to be family and I’m trying my hardest to be a welcoming little stepsister. But then I overhear them talking about things I am definitely not supposed to know, and suddenly I realize I’m in double trouble.

  HUGE X2 is the story of a girl’s realization that the best things in life come in extra-large, twin packs.

  CONTENTS

  DESCRIPTION

  Chapter 1 – DOUBLE TROUBLE

  CHAPTER 2 – TWIN PROBLEMS

  CHAPTER 3 – KEYHOLE CONFESSIONS

  CHAPTER 4 – TWO SHADOWS

  CHAPTER 5 – ONE LOVE

  CHAPTER 6 – TWO GOOD REASONS

  CHAPTER 7 – TWO SHOULDERS AREN’T BETTER THAN ONE

  CHAPTER 8 – TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

  EPILOGUE – WHO’S YOUR DADDY?

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  BONUS BOOK – ESCAPE

  MORE BY STEPHANIE BROTHER

  1

  DOUBLE TROUBLE

  When people ask me if I have brothers or sisters I usually tell them no; then I remember Ethan and Nathan and blush furiously at my mistake. See, I was an only child until I turned nineteen, so it’s strange to suddenly find myself with two huge stepbrothers and a whole new status as a little sister.

  Tiny is what they call me. Sometimes Titch. Midget is a favorite too. And Peanut. Whatever name they give me, I hate it. The whole teasing thing is something totally new to me, and at first I really didn’t know how to take it. Girls who grow up with real brothers are toughened up from birth. I got the joy of having to learn as an adult.

  After a year, I’ve grown used to the teasing, but not their size. At five foot three, I’m a fraction under the average height for a girl, but Ethan and Nathan are towering hunks of men that loom over me at six foot three and a half. They like to remind me of the half, as though being a foot taller isn’t enough for them to be happy. Sometimes I feel like they are as broad as they are tall, with their ridiculous shoulders and chests with more hills and valleys than a national park. And their thighs. Oh god, their thighs are just so massive and muscular that their pants look like they might split at any moment.

  Did I mention how gorgeous they are? When I pass them in the hallway I find myself leaning against the wall, not only because they seem to take up most of the space wherever they are, but because looking at them is like looking into the beams of a passing car; I’m dazed until they have passed, and even for a few moments afterwards.

  All my friends are blatant in their jealousy. “I can’t believe you get to share a house with the Stanmore twins,” they say. They’ve heard the rumors about them too. The whispers about the size of things I should know nothing about, and how well they know how to use them. There are darker tales too, tales that keep me awake at night. Apparently they like to share, and I’m not talking about KFC family buckets here.

  I keep quiet when Katelin and Abigail gossip about them. I don’t get involved in the speculation about who they are fucking and what it must be like. Instead, I tell my friends about all the annoying things that come with having them live with me: how their shoes are like a row of canoes by our front door, and how I can never find any snacks in the cupboards because they eat everything in sight.

  As much as I complain about them, I actually secretly like having them around. My house was pretty boring when it was just me and mom. Now I have a stepfather who’s hilarious, and a home that’s always full of people. We have cookouts and movie nights, and everything’s so much more fun than it used to be.

  That’s why my secret is kind of terrible. It’s why I haven’t told anyone, not even my best friend Katelin. It’s not that she’s particularly judgmental or prudish or anything. It’s just that when you think you might be in love with your twin stepbrothers, anyone would find that news shocking. I mean, what am I thinking? For one, they are two years older than me and always have these perfectly amazing looking girls buzzing around them like flies on unmentionable stuff. For two, they seem to think I am just available as a source of amusement. For three, and most importantly, they are twins.

  There are two of them.

  Did I mention they are twins and not just one person?

  I wish they were one person.

  Sometimes I fantasize that I creep into their room in the middle of the night, and with my imaginary super strength, pick one of them up and slot him inside the other, like human fleshy Russian dolls. But then I get caught up on which one of them I’d slide into the other, and what that would mean. If I chose to slot Ethan inside Nathan, would that leave me with bubbly Eth or cuddly Nath? I get my fantasies tangled and complicated with feelings because I could never choose between them, not even in my mind.

  It’s Saturday night, and I should be out having fun. I want to find the prospect of going to a bar with my friends appealing. I’ve been single for ten months, basically since I realized that every time I kissed my boyfriend, I was imagining other faces. Katelin has been hassling me about going out more. I think she thinks that I’m depressed. I know she’s worrying about my abnormal dislike of socializing, but I just don’t find the prospect of going out and talking to other men appealing in any way. I want to kick back in my living room and hope that Ethan and Nathan are tired from working out and come to hang out with me. They always want to watch sports, and I get a lot of criticism for begging to watch movies. When they eventually cave to my womanly tactics – pouting, sulking, and threats to knee them in very tender places – they join me on our ark of a couch for a marathon of 80’s teen movies. I hold the popcorn because they don’t eat carbs after 5 pm, and they provide the hilarious running commentary on fashion and hairstyles. You see, that’s how I know they love The Breakfast Club and St Elmo’s Fire as much as I do. And don’t get me started on Pump up the Volume. Christian Slater rules.

  Anyway, I digress. Sort of.

  So here I am on
the couch alone.

  Somehow my plan seems to be failing in two very crucial ways. No Nathan and no Ethan. And starting Pretty in Pink now, when I’m by my lonesome, seems like such a sad, sad waste.

  My phone rings and it’s Katelin calling to tell me that I have to meet her at our favorite local bar. From the noise in the background, I can tell it’ll be a good night. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her no, but when she starts listing all the people that are there, including my stepbrothers, that no becomes a rather too enthusiastic YES.

  2

  TWIN PROBLEMS

  I’m out of the house in thirty minutes, showered and dolled up to perfection, feeling like a million excited little dollars.

  But as I slide into my car and catch sight of how mini my mini-dress actually is, I feel so stupid.

  Dressing up to impress a man is one thing. Doing it to impress your twin stepbrothers is a whole other kind of fucked up. I take a few deep breaths and start the engine, lying to myself the whole time about my reasons for going. I’ve been promising Katelin a good night out for weeks. It’s normal for a girl my age to want to go out partying. It’s totally normal for girls going to bars to wear skimpy clothing. Ethan and Nathan are just a bonus. Two huge great bonuses really.

  My heart is thumping by the time I’m walking through the door of Red Devil. Silly name for a bar, but it’s the owners signature cocktail, so I guess it fits. Deadly concoction it is. I guess that’s why I head straight for the bar and order one, looking around to find Katelin. I catch sight of her over on the other side of the dance floor, talking to Bryan who’s a friend of the twins. He’s cute and Katelin’s grin is telling me she’s enjoying herself. I don’t need to look much further to find the twins. They are half a head taller than most of the dudes in here, their light brown hair changing color with each pulse of the disco lights above. They seem to be conversing with each other and I laugh. They’ve spent pretty much their whole lives in each-others company and they still never run out of things to say. The barman pushes my drink toward me and I hand over the money. By the time he’s back with my change I’ve drained the glass.

  The alcohol sits hot and cold in my stomach and I wait for a minute until I feel the warmth spread to my brain. I’m watching them through the crowd, catching just fleeting glimpses of their faces but it’s enough to get me so damn hot.

  I’m a sinner. A desperate sinner for imagining Nathan’s hands on my tits and his tongue in my mouth. Even worse for the images of Ethan pressing himself at my back, slipping his fingers between my legs and watching his brother squeezing me.

  I don’t know how my shaky legs carry me across the dance floor, but somehow I find myself among my group of friends. Katelin squeals and pulls me in for a hug as though I’m a long lost friend she hasn’t seen for years, rather than her bestie she saw a few hours earlier at college. I guess my absence from the social scene has had more of an impact than I thought. Bryan gives me a polite peck on the cheek and Katelin winks at me as he’s pulling away. I know the devilish look in her eyes all too well. She’s a girl on a mission.

  Abigail is there too, and Kathleen. We all hug and greet and it’s feels good to be out. After I’ve worked my way around my girlfriends, I turn to find two sets of blue eyes and two matching grins, fixed right on me.

  “Peanut, you came,” Ethan says, and I scowl.

  Nathan punches his brother on the shoulder. “Dude, cut it out. You know she hates that nickname.”

  Ethan grins.

  “Come here, Tiny,” Nathan says. “Give us some love.” His laugh is loud when my face falls again.

  “Fuck you,” I say, going to stomp away, despite the fact that I’m exactly where I want to be.

  “Ah, don’t be like that, Carrie.” Nathan grabs my hand and tugs me over. “We’re happy you came. You’ve been hiding at home for so long we were worried you were turning into a monk.”

  “Women can’t be monks,” I scoff indignantly.

  “Err…I think they can, Midget,” Ethan says, taking my other hand.

  I look at them crossly, as heat spreads from their hands, up my arms, and into all my womanly parts. “Have you exhausted the name calling yet, guys? Cos if not, I’ll head home to my sanctuary of meditation.”

  “No way,” they say in unison. “Now that we’ve lured you out, we’re not letting you get away.”

  Ethan turns and drags me towards the dance floor, with Nathan trailing behind. Their hands are huge, enveloping mine and holding firmly enough that I know It’s pointless for me to try and pull away.

  The music has a crazy, pulsing beat that I feel in my bones and Ethan is the first to start dancing. I look over to my friends, who all seem to have partnered up with the twin’s crowd. I don’t want to dance but if I try to escape, I’ll be the third wheel to someone.

  I think that Nathan can see what I’m considering and he crowds in closer. “Don’t even think about it,” he says, bending over so that he can talk directly into my ear. His voice is so husky and his breath so hot against my neck that I feel weak. “Just dance, Carrie. I know you’ve probably forgotten all your moves with all the hibernating you’ve been doing recently, but I know you’ll get them back with some practice.”

  Ethan’s grinning as I give in, putting my hands in the air and letting the music take over. The twins are good dancers, and they stay close, keeping me between them but not quite sandwiched. Occasionally my shoulder brushes one of their arms or my ass comes into contact with one of their thighs, and I want to press my body against them in a way that would be totally inappropriate. And even though it’s so wrong, I find myself dancing in a way that I know is much too sexy. The fabric of my dress is so thin that I feel every brush of them against me. The material works its way higher on my thighs as I move. When I catch Ethan’s eye I think I see the spark of desire. His eyelids look heavy and his pupils dark. I twirl around, putting him behind me and Nathan in front but it’s no better. His expression looks so hungry. Oh god, they seem to get closer until I’m touching one or both of them with every beat of the music. The flashing lights make everything seem more frenzied. I want their hands on me, stroking my curves, grabbing my hair so I’m powerless to resist but I can’t ask and despite the heat in their gazes, they don’t go any further. Just as I think I might combust from the all the longing, the DJ changes the music and the crowd starts to disperse. It’s like being woken up from a deep sleep. I catch Nathan shaking his head as if he needs to clear his mind. I feel the same way. Ethan coughs behind me and says, “Anyone want a drink?” and that’s my opportunity. “I need to use the bathroom,” I say in a weak voice, and dash across the dance floor to where I know the restrooms are.

  There’s a line and I shift from foot to foot, desperate to get into a cubical so I can calm down in private. Three doors open and I rush inside one and shut out the world, pressing my back against the cool door, palms flat.

  “Shit,” I mutter. “Shit, shit, shit.” That was so stupid. A ridiculous display in front of a room full of strangers and pretty much all our friends. What the hell must they be thinking? All the bumping and grinding was bordering on pornographic. What must the twins think of me, gyrating between them like that? And why were they crowding in so closely?

  I take a deep fortifying breath and groan with embarrassment. They’re probably just having a drunken good time and have no idea that their stepsister has been having so many inappropriate thoughts about them.

  Someone rattles the door, and I call that I’m nearly done. I flush the toilet even though I didn’t use it and head out to wash my hands. The cool water from the tap is soothing but when I glance at myself in the mirror I’m stunned to see my flushed cheeks and wild eyes. I look so aroused. I feel so aroused, as though all my nerve endings are ready to fire. All they need is a tiny touch and I’d go off like a rocket.

  “Carrie, there you are,” Katelin calls out behind me. “Where have you been?”

  “Just dancing,” I reach for a paper t
owel to dry off.

  “Who with?”

  “The twins.” I try to sound nonchalant but it doesn’t come out that way.

  “Lucky you!”

  “They’re my stepbrothers,” I say with as much indignation as I can muster.

  “Oh come on. Stepbrother’s or not, you know how hot they are. Have you seen what they’re wearing? Those t-shirts and jeans leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.”

  “They always dress well.”

  “I bet you get to see them in a lot less though don’t you?”

  “I guess,” I say. When I look down, the paper towel I’m holding seems to have been shredded into a million pieces. Katelin notices it and frowns.

  “Are you okay, Carrie? You seem nervous or something.”

  “I’m fine. Let’s go and get a drink.”

  “I think I’ve had enough alcohol for tonight. I’ve got work early tomorrow. And anyway, if Nathan and Ethan are in the mood for dancing, I might just get out on the floor and throw some shapes.”

  I groan internally at the thought of the twins turning my best friend into a Katelin sandwich-filling. I hate the idea that they might get turned on by dancing with her or that I might see the same hint of lust in their eyes that I did when they danced with me. The trouble is that I can’t risk dancing with them again if Katelin is watching. I know she’ll see things for what they are and then there’ll be non-stop questions and I don’t want to have to lie to her if she’s seen the truth. Denial of something abstract is one thing. Denial of something obvious is a whole other ball game.

  “I’m going to the bar. Shall I get you a coke?” I say, hopeful that she’ll come with me for the company.

  “Nah…I’ve been drinking like a fish. I’m going to head back to our table.”

  “Oh, okay.” I push open the door, nudging through the busy corridor until I’m at the edge of the dance floor. The DJ is playing some upbeat songs tonight and the crowd is heaving. I scan for the twins but don’t see them dancing anymore. I can’t see them at the tables either. I start walking towards the bar, now feeling in desperate need of another fortifying drink. Just as I lean across the bar to tell the barman I want a double vodka and coke, I feel two bodies press in closely, one on either side. I know who it is before I look. They cast identical shadows across the bar and smell identically good too.