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Jaxon pulls away slightly to look at my face, and I’ve never seen such an enormous smile on him. “Now, get showered”, I order, spanking him on the bum. “I’ve decided where I want you to take me.”
“Done”, Jaxon says, and practically floats his way back under the shower head.
***
Like birds we fly, unencumbered, free, Doris solid like a rock beneath us, the wind rushing through our hair, the world blurred at the edges everywhere but the bubble of perfection that surrounds Jaxon and I, the focus of clarity and importance in what will be a journey that extends way beyond the simple limits of this weekend trip.
We leave the city behind us and head into the middle of nowhere, my destination picked at random and reduced to a simple compass point - north - because the destination isn’t what’s important here. The rest we’ll leave to chance. We’ll stop where we feel like, go where we want, but we’ll do it together.
Jaxon and I are as solid as the beast that carries us, riding into the future, giddy with excitement and happier than we’ve ever been, a hundred percent certain that no matter what life makes us face, nothing will ever be able to tear us apart.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Jaxon
Jessica looks up at me with those gorgeous, innocent, big brown eyes and says, “It wasn’t me, Daddy.”
She has paint all over her fingers and arms, huge stains across the brand new T-shirt we’ve only just bought her, and as my eyes follow the mess she’s made in what was at one point before this morning my office, I see there isn’t just paint all over the floor, it’s on the walls, the desk she’s made into her temporary workspace, the computer keyboard and the cat. I’ve been downstairs preparing lunch for less than fifteen minutes. I will never fail to be amazed at how much chaos she can create in less time than it takes me to prepare one simple meal.
She holds her sticky paint filled fingers out towards me and then opens and closes them as if to show me what it’s like for a young girl in the fix she’s got herself in. “It was Mr. Tiddles”, she adds after a while.
Mr Tiddles yawns, stretches and then rubs the not-quite-dry paint he has on his back all the way along my pant leg.
When Jessica sees it, she smiles. A big, gapey smile where her new front tooth hasn’t had time to grow in yet. Coupled with the melted chocolate eyes, the cute little ringlets in her hair and the way she’s sticking and unsticking her hands, it’s impossible for me to get mad. The paint will come off, the clothes will clean, even if the keyboard’s not alright, we can get another. I hardly use the computer anyway.
“You know what I’m going to do with you?” I say, grabbing for her and throwing her over my shoulder, despite her pathetic attempts to evade me. “I’m going to cook you up, in a big old stew-”, she can’t stop giggling as I kiss her belly, “-and then Mommy and I are going to eat you all up in one big go.”
“No you’re not”, Jessica says, giggling away.
“I am”, I reiterate, “I’m going to put you on the chopping board, and roll you out-.” I’ve got her in the air now at full stretch, like I’m examining which bit of her might be the best to eat first, “-and then I’m going to cover you in oil-”, I blow a raspberry into her belly where her T-shirt rucks up, “- and then I’m going to put you in the pot.”
I finally put her down on the ground and let her squirm away from me. She makes it to the door, realizes I’m not chasing her yet and then gives me a challenging look. I take two quick steps forward, and she giggles like a maniac, the shock getting to her, before she pelts it down the stairs much faster than I should really be letting her.
I stomp down after her, pretending to be a monster, and then when I get to the kitchen I see her hiding under the table, eyes as big as bottle tops.
“Where is my food?” I growl, making out I can’t see her. I bang my fist on the table. “I want my food”, I say.
Jessica gurgles, convinced she’s managed to evade capture, but unable to keep herself quiet. “When I find that little girl I’m going to-”, I pause, making my way around the table while Jessica tries desperately to stay silent. “I’m going to-”, I add, drawing it out for as long as I can until I get myself into position. “Eat her”, I say, dropping quickly into a crouch, grabbing Jessica by the leg and causing her to emit a kind of gurgled scream of excitement.
“No, Daddy”, she says, much more seriously than I expect. “Don’t eat me, please.”
I pretend to mull this over while I have her captured. “What am I going to eat if I don’t eat you?” I say. “A monster’s got to eat.”
“You can eat Mr. Tiddles”, Jessica offers.
I shake my head. “Cats don’t taste as good as humans”, I say, and pretend to pull her towards my mouth.
“Spaghetti”, Jessica says out of nowhere, and I can’t help but laugh for the randomness. “Okay”, I say, after pausing to think about it for a while, “spaghetti with Jessica bolognese, delicious.”
Despite her protestations, I pull her out from under the table by one of her legs, with the intention to dangle her in the air for a while before I get back to what I’m really supposed to be doing, which is getting her dinner ready and cleaning the house. With her moving about like a fish on the end of a line, we turn round to see that Ruby is somehow suddenly with us, and she doesn’t look impressed.
“Mom’s home”, Jessica points out as though normality might have just been restored.
“Hi honey”, I say, putting Jessica down carefully. “How was your Dad?”
I kiss her and take a peek at Maddox, who is fast asleep in his special seat. “Good”, Ruby says. “He sends his love.”
“Look, Mommy”, Jessica says, her paint covered hands palpitating in the same way she did before, seemingly intent on getting me into trouble. At exactly the same time, the pan of boiling water I’ve put on the stove containing the eggs I’d planned to give Jessica for dinner begins to boil over, reminding me I should have taken them out at least five minutes ago. Organize a mission to rescue a hostage from a heavily guarded building in Mexico? No problem. Cook some eggs and make sure my daughter doesn’t cover the whole house in paint? Impossible.
Ruby takes Jessica by the hand to examine her state, while I rescue the over boiling pot. “Daddy been looking after you again?” Ruby asks cynically.
“Yes”, Jessica says, nodding proudly.
“I kind of took my eye of her for a minute”, I say.
“Can you keep an eye on this one while I get her cleaned up?” Ruby asks me.
“Sure”, I say, jumping to attention. “What do I need to do?”
Ruby laughs. “Just make sure he doesn’t wake up”, she says, knowing full well that if he does, it’s largely out of my control anyway.
“Done”, I say, taking position and standing over him, which seems to make Ruby laugh even more. She comes over, turns my head towards hers and plants a passionate kiss on my lips. “You don’t have to watch him all the time”, she says, caressing my cheek.
“I know”, I say. “I just like to.”
Ruby smiles and then gather’s Jessica’s hand again and makes her way to the bathroom.
“Hey”, I call, just before she leaves the room. “What was that kiss for.”
Ruby shrugs. “Because I love you, that’s why”, she says, and disappears without a need for a response.
“I love you too”, I say quietly, “and I love you as well”, I add, before crouching over Maddox and rubbing his little chest. A second later he opens up his eyes, screws up his face in disgust and despite my immediate attempts at soothing him, decides on one single course of action.
“Oh, Maddox”, I say, wrinkling my nose in an attempt to avoid the smell. “That’s really not very nice.”
I’m still staring at him in shock when Ruby and Jessica come back into the kitchen. All eyes go to Maddox who coos innocently, as though butter wouldn’t melt. If I didn’t know better, I might say he was laughing at me.
“I’ll go and change him”, I say, lifting up the crib.
Ruby nods, “and I’ll make dinner”, she says. “Again.”
And as I climb the stairs to his bedroom, the smell of baby shit wafting every so often up at me from my two month old baby, my daughter sat happily at the family table below us, I can’t help but think I’m the luckiest man in the world.
As difficult as it is from time to time raising these children, I’ve got the only person I ever wanted by my side and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
THE END
Donkey Doubled
A Twin Stepbrother Menage Romance
Stephanie Brother
© 2016 Stephanie Brother
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About This Book:
Twice as Good!
Jenny
This can’t be happening.
As if falling in love with two people instead of one wasn’t complicated enough, before I pluck up the courage to tell them how I feel, they decide to accept a football scholarship and move out of state.
Finally, as though someone’s playing a cruel joke on me, I find out they are about to become my stepbrothers.
The two God-like men I’ve spent my entire adolescence crushing on.
The next-door neighbors I could never bring myself to tell how I felt.
The only two people in the entire world I’ve ever wanted to be with.
To me they are Jack and Zach, two men so perfect they could be a product of my imagination. To everyone else, they are simply Donkey.
Donkey because they wore the same costume in the nativity play. Donkey because one nickname is good enough for two, and Donkey because all of the outrageous rumors are true.
And now I’ve got one chance to tell them how I feel, because as soon as they go, even if they wanted to, I’m not sure how we could.
Those perfect eyes, those incredible physiques, the mouth-watering, panty-melting possibilities.
It gets my heart racing just thinking about it, and I’m trying as hard as I can to believe in miracles.
Two of them, built like Greek Gods, and hung like Mexican donkeys.
This full-length stepbrother menage romance is light on the sports and heavy on the steam. It is a love story with a full, carefully developed plot, a happy ever after and absolutely no cheating.
Donkey Doubled
A Twin Stepbrother Menage Romance
Part One.
Making The Impossible Happen
Prologue
At first I thought it was just some trick of the late afternoon light casting a shadow that seemed much more realistic than it should have been, but then they got closer and I saw the smiles, the eyes, the strong athletic shoulders, and I knew it wasn’t just one person, it was two. Two identical copies of each other like one of them walked with a mirror next to him.
I knew from that moment on I was seeing something special.
Chapter One
“I can’t believe you actually said yes. You’re really going to do it. You’re going to bring two guys to the prom.”
Marcy is a little jealous I think. She’s trying to pretend she’s not, but I’ve known her long enough to know what she really thinks. She’s not the only one either. The fact that the most popular guy in school is actually two guys, both of whom want to go to the prom with me, means a few other girls are naturally going to feel a little disappointed.
“Come on, it’s not that weird”, I say, choosing to avoid eye contact. “I’m sure you would have said yes if they’d asked you.”
“It’s a bit weird”, Marcy goes on. “I mean, they are brothers after all. Twin brothers.”
“So what, Marcy? I can’t help it if they both like me.”
“And which one do you like? You’re going to have to choose eventually, you know? You can’t date two guys forever.”
Now I look at her and smile, mischievously.
“Come on”, Marcy says, watching me stride away confidently without answering her. “You can’t be serious?”
I hear her rushed footsteps catching up with me.
“So what did they say exactly?” Marcy says, changing her tone.
I smile so wide my cheeks go red. “They said, there wasn’t anyone else in the school they wanted to go with.”
Marcy still can’t believe it.
“And then they said, they hadn’t said anything before because they didn’t want me to have to choose, and then they realised that I didn’t need to.”
“And that was it?”
“That was it.”
“And you said yes.”
“I said yes twice, actually”, I say proudly.
We walk along in silence, back to my car, school spilling out behind us for nearly the very last time.
“Just be careful”, Marcy says when we get there. “You know, two guys breaking your heart is going to be harder than just one.”
“It’s just the prom, Marcy”, I say, even though I don’t believe it myself.
“What about college in the fall, though?” she says. “That’s going to be a whole new world.”
I don’t want to think about it, even though I have been for months. “Come on”, I say, starting the engine and pulling away. “They haven’t asked me to marry them yet.”
Chapter Two
Jack and Zach Montgomery have been my next door neighbors and secret teen crush ever since they moved in, and I couldn’t keep my hungry eyes off them. Identical twin brothers that to all but the expert eye look like the same person, each with a set of smoldering blue eyes, thick broad shoulders and athletic bodies that would make an entire stadium audience swoon.
There are differences that set them apart from each other, Jack was first born by a handful of seconds and is the more extroverted and talkative of the two, whereas Zach, by consequence, is a quieter, thoughtful and more introverted character. Together, which they almost always are, they are a perfect and dangerous combination that makes my heart race and my insides go all gooey.
We’ve been friends for years, and I never expected that to change. I never expected them to ask me to the prom, and I still can’t believe they have.
With their natural good looks, athletic abilities and charming charisma, Jack and Zach have the world at their feet, and the entire school eating out of the palm of their hands. This isn’t undeserved either, and they haven’t bullied their way to the top of the foodchain - far from it. Jack and Zach are just impossible to dislike. They are humble, patient, thoughtful, intelligent and completely unlike anyone else in the entire school, especially me.
Which makes it even weirder that they’ve asked me, both of them, together. They could have asked literally anyone else and got an immediate yes. I was so surprised that for a moment I thought they were kidding. I’m still not sure I truly believe it, and part of me wonders whether they’ve asked me just because they knew that no-one else would.
I’m not exactly the most popular girl in the school, and I’m definitely not the prettiest either, and even though Jack and Zach and I have shared so much over the last few years as friends, there has never ever been talk of anything else. Now I can’t get that possibility out of my head.
It almost seems too good to be true. Just one of these men would be perfect, but both of them, at the same time? That would be way too close to a dream come true. I wouldn’t know where to start either, and just the thought of the possibility of it makes me tremble with nervous excitement.
“Jenny, are you ok?”
Dad is looking at me like he doesn’t recognize me. I nod and smile and pretend I haven’t been thinking about what I have. Mom slops pureed potatoes out onto my plate.
“Brian was saying that Donkey might have a shot at a scholarship to LSU”, Dad continues.
“Honey, please don’t use that awful nickname”, Mom chimes in.
“What? It’s what everyone calls them. It’s what Brian calls them.”
Ever since the twins were cast as one of the donkeys in an elementary school nativity play the nickname has stuck. They refused to play different characters so the teacher had the bright idea of casting them as two halves of the same animal and since they are twins and considered by some people to be so alike to be almost one person, one nickname for the pair has always sufficed. Jack and Zach, in their laid back, inimitable way never complained about it either, so it stuck. It’s appropriate in a number of different ways too, their favorite football player is Landon Maddox, who is also nicknamed The Donkey, and there are rumors around school that the twins might be just as well endowed as the famous football star. After the weekend, I might be in a better position to confirm those rumors.
“Hasn’t the selection process already closed?” I say. “I thought they’d chosen to stay in state.”
“Not according to Brian it hasn’t, and I’m not surprised they’ve got colleges fighting for them either. They’re good enough to make pro, and not just at football. Those kids are something else. I guess practise does make perfect after all.”
“Practice and natural talent”, Mom says.
“Hard work and discipline”, Dad points out. “And they’d be crazy to refuse a deal like that.”
LSU is about a million miles away from where I want them to be. After getting used to having them just across the yard, I don’t think I could cope with them moving so far away. We share a wall between our houses for christ sake, and even that I’ve always considered too much.