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

  “We’re going to take care of you,” he says with so much love in his voice. “We’ll always take care of you.”

  I blink, feeling his words like a warm blanket around my heart. I feel the weight of his promise. I know the truth of it too. In every doubt I’ve had about being with the twins, it has never been because of a worry about them. I know how honorable they are, how caring and considerate. I’ve felt their concern for me every day since mom’s accident. Even when we were fooling around, they had given me pleasure before taking it for themselves.

  Nathan finds a space and turns off the engine. The twins are up and out of the car, slamming their doors at exactly the same time. Ethan opens my door and Nathan circles the car to wait next to him. I feel worn out and drained from months of self-inflicted pain and hurt. I just want to get inside the quiet space of a motel room and curl up on a bed with the twins beside me. I think I could sleep for a week with the security of their presence. But there’s another part of me that’s come alive since I accepted that I can’t deny what’s in my heart. That part is desperate for more of my boys.

  “Come on, Peanut,” Ethan says gently, taking hold of my hand. I want to reach out for Nathan too but he puts his hands in his pockets and walks ahead. I guess they’re used to taking it in turns when it comes to showing public affection. Any rumors that have circulated about them have always come because the girls they had been with had kissed and told.

  At the desk, Nathan asks for a room. He pays up and the twins lead me along a dimly lit corridor to a door. The number of the door is three and it seems like something more than a coincidence. I’ve been worried so much about what three means for us but now, as I stand between Ethan and Nathan, three feels like the best place in the world.

  When the door closes, Ethan puts on the bedside lamp. I stand, looking at the bed, knowing what is coming and wanting it so much. But I can’t deny that I’m scared. This isn’t just sex. What we do next is going to be the start of something and once it has happened there won’t be any going back. I know this.

  The twins don’t speak. They just move closer until all my senses are filled with them. Nathan draws my zip down painfully slowly. Ethan takes my hand and presses it to his heart.

  “You feel that, Carrie,” he says as the thumping under my palm gets faster. “That’s because of you.”

  I feel like I can’t breathe when Nathan start to peel away the fabric on my dress until the lace pools at my feet. The twins seem to take in a synchronized breath as I stand before them in my black lace panties and gold heels. My knees are weak with anticipation. I need them. I need them to surround me, to hold me upright when I feel I no longer have the strength to do it myself.

  “Sit on the bed, Carrie.” The quiet order comes from Nathan as he kneels at my feet to unstrap my sandals. He kisses my ankles where the buckles have left little indents.

  Ethan takes a seat on the bed, resting back against the decorative pillows. He pats the spot between his legs and I crawl to kneel between them. I use my thumb to brush over his bottom lip, remembering the way Nathan had done the same thing at the club so many months ago. I feel like a different person from that girl. Older and more serious. Surer too, about what I want. Ethan pulls me in to kiss him, impatient as he was in the lot. He tastes of passion and desire as our tongues slide against each other. Nathans hands on my waist only adds to the heat. Four hands caress me. Two mouths tell me they ache for me as much as I for them. Nathan’s lips press kisses into the curve of my back, his fingers skating the lace of my panties in a way that feels teasing.

  “Take them off,” I say, arching my back. Ethan puts his hands to my breasts, squeezing gently, pinching the nipples until I gasp. I watch Nathan’s huge hands push the fabric over my hips and thighs and I adjust my position so he can round them past my knees and then my feet.

  “Spread your legs,” he says, pushing at the inside of my thigh and I do, until I feel my pussy lips part, the wetness between my legs cooling in the night air. They both move to touch me there at the same time, Nathan sliding his hand over the roundness of my ass, and down into the crack. His fingers find my entrance and he strokes slowly, as though he can feel that I’ve tensed all of a sudden. Ethan’s finger finds my clit and he circles it slowly and gently too. My hands grip the coverlet, needing to find purchase on something before I float away. I can’t stop my hips from moving and wanting to take more. When I push back against Nathan’s fingers he forces them in deep. I make a sound so low and guttural it vibrates in my throat. Ethan kisses me again, using his tongue to fuck my mouth while his brother’s fingers do the same to my pussy. Every movement is bringing me closer but I don’t want to come like this. After everything that’s happened I want to know what it feels like to be with them properly.

  I draw away from Ethan, cupping his face with both my hands. His eyes look dazed and I love that he’s so into what we are doing. I need more, though, but I don’t know what the etiquette is. When there’s two of you, it’s straight forward. With three, there’s the chance someone might feel left out. I want to tell him that I want him but I don’t want to hurt Nathan in the process. As though he can sense the reason for my hesitation, Ethan puts his hand around the back of my neck possessively and pulls me close.

  “Do you want this?” he asks gruffly.

  “I want you, both,” I tell him cautiously, and he smiles.

  “You don’t need to worry like that, Carrie.” He lifts the hair away from my neck and caresses me tenderly. “We’re big boys. We learned how to share in kindergarten.”

  Nathan snorts behind me and for a moment I’m stunned, then I see his cheeky grin and I start to giggle. It’s as though the ice has been broken and I feel so much more at ease.

  Aside from their shoes, the twins are still fully clothed. Ethan leans forward and tugs his shirt over his head while I work on his belt and zipper. I hear Nathan doing the same behind me and then the rustle of foil as he retrieves a condom. Eth doesn’t even bother to take off his jeans, he just pushes them down enough to free his cock, then sheathes it with the condom Nathan has passed him. I watch him rolling the latex downward, each incredible inch taking me closer to where I need to be. There’s something mesmerizing about the seconds that tick by as Ethan patiently prepares himself for me. Before the first night we fooled around, I’d never seen a cock as big as the twin’s. Knowing that he’s going to be filling me with that hard, thick thing has my pussy fluttering hungrily.

  “Sit on it, Carrie,” Nathan murmurs into my ear, his hot breath gusting against my skin. I can hear the excitement in his voice and it’s as though he’s impatient on his brother’s behalf. His tongue licks along the side of my earlobe, making me shiver. “Ride him until he loses is mind.”

  Ethan takes hold of my thighs and tugs me forward and I rise up until my entrance is poised over his huge cock. I look down as he grips and begins to stroke it between my folds, coating the tip with my juices. I’m so wet, I know he’ll be able to push his way in without it hurting me too much, but I still find my hands trembling at the thought of it. This is Ethan. The person I know will always make me laugh on even my bluest day. This is Ethan that didn’t give up on me, even when I tried my hardest to push him away. I cup his face and kiss him gently, whispering how much he means to me and how much I want to feel him inside me. Ethan’s moving so slowly, as though he wants to prolong this moment of anticipation for as long as he can.

  “Fuck her,” Nathan says from behind me, his voice thick with impatient desire. I turn to look at him, and his eyes are wild; wide black pupils ringed by cerulean. He has his cock in his hand too.

  Ethan doesn’t waste any more time. He puts his hands on my hips, pulling me downwards. Oh, the sensation when he forces me open is almost too much. I feel full already and he’s only half way in. I flex my hips, rising up and driving myself down harder and Ethan screws up his face with concentration.

  “You’re so tight,” he grunts, raising his hips from the bed, want
ing to get as deep inside me as he can.

  “You’re so big,” I moan, desperate to feel the full extent of him splitting me wide open. Nathan takes hold of my hair and turns my face until his lips brush mine, then he gently sucks my top lip, nibbling it gently. It feels so amazing and I find myself relaxing enough that Ethan finally bottoms out, mashing our bodies together. I start to move, using one hand on Ethan’s washboard abs to assist me, rolling my hips and grinding against the base of his cock.

  Nathan’s hand replaces Ethan’s on my hip, guiding me into a rhythm he approves of on his brother’s behalf. I never thought he’d be so bossy in bed. Nathan is usually the easygoing one, but as his fingers grip tighter I realize that he’s got a whole other side to him. Ethan’s face is tight with pleasure, his brow furrowed and his bottom lip clutched between his teeth. As I bounce harder at Nathan’s insistence I can feel the orgasm building inside me again. Ethan’s cock feels big and good, and the sensation of having two sets of eyes on me as we fuck is so darkly arousing that I know I’m going to come soon. I won’t need much more, just the grinding of Ethan’s cock and maybe Nathan’s hands on my tits.

  I tell him to pinch my nipples and he does, wrapping his arms around me from behind and pushing my tits together in the lewdest way. Four hands move to give me pleasure, two on my breasts, one on my clit and one grips my thigh, pulling me down harder and harder. Oh god it feels so good. So fucking good that I can’t hold it in.

  “I’m gonna…ah, ah, ah,” I grunt out, feeling the orgasm taking hold. It’s as though all the energy in my body draws together into a place deep inside me, and as Nathan twists my nipples hard it flows forth in wave after wave. I don’t stop moving. I can’t because the more I thrust the longer it goes on for until I can’t breathe.

  “That’s it, Carrie,” Nathan whispers. “That’s it.”

  “Fuck,” Ethan shouts from beneath me, his cock swelling impossibly inside. When he comes it’s loud; all his muscles seem to seize until his orgasm subsides and he eventually relaxes.

  I flop forward, sprawling out on Ethan’s sweat-slicked chest and he holds me tightly in his arms, the warmth of his skin comforting in the night-chilled room. I sag against him as he kisses my temple and tells me I was perfect, that I did so good, that he’s wanted to be with me for so long. I kiss his soft lips, caress his stubbly cheek, look into his half-closed eyes, feeling the rightness of what is happening between us. “Are you okay?” Ethan asks, holding my chin so I have to maintain eye contact. He wants to be sure that I’m telling the truth, I suppose.

  “You have to ask?” He nods and a flash of uncertainty passes across his face. I guess that I’m somewhat to blame for this. I’ve pushed them away for months and told them what we did last time was wrong. Although I feel a stab of guilt, his concern for me and the way I feel just makes me even more certain about him, and Nathan.

  I kiss him gently again, running my fingers through his soft, sandy-colored hair. “I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be, Eth.” As soon as my words are out he seems to relax in my arms. I turn to seek out Nathan, to let him know too. His hand caresses my back and I cup his cheek, Ethan slipping from inside me as I do. I feel so empty between my legs, but I don’t stay that way for long.

  “Come here,” Nathan tells me and I allow my legs to drop open, making space for him. He takes his place between my knees, eyes on my pussy, and I wonder what he sees. Does it look as red and swollen as it feels? Can he see how aroused I am? He sheathes himself, eyes flicking to mine when he’s ready. “I can’t wait to get all up inside you and feel you come on my cock. Can you take me?” he asks, ever the considerate one.

  “Come and find out,” I say. It’s his turn and I wouldn’t deny him, even if I did feel sore. There are things I need him to know that I can only show this way. How much I love him. How desperately I need him. How sexy he is and how good he makes me feel. All the same things I told his twin.

  As Nathan positions himself over me, Ethan disposes of the condom. He doesn’t come back to the bed though. Instead, he takes a seat on the chair in the corner so he has a good view.

  “Nath,” I whisper as he kisses my forehead, my cheekbones and my jaw.

  I cup his cheek, drawing his lips to mine for a soft and sweet kiss that has me relaxing against the comforter. He takes his time, caressing me, and whispering how beautiful I am, how good I smell, how soft I feel. When he finally positions himself at my entrance I’m so ready that it’s me who pulls him down so he penetrates the first few inches. His eyes are closed in concentration as he rolls his hips but I keep mine open, wanting to embed this moment in my memory. My Nathan.

  His muscles flex under my palms, the firm roundness of his ass too tempting for me not to squeeze. He’s so heavy on me but I love how small he makes me feel and how protected. The hand that punched Aaron is by my face and I turn to press a kiss to the split in his knuckles.

  “God, Nath,” I gasp as he pounds into me harder, sliding an arm beneath me so he can grip me tighter. He presses his face into my neck, breath gusting hot against my skin and I remember a night not so long ago when I fell asleep on the sofa during one of our movie nights and woke up with my head on Nathan’s shoulder. I’d wanted to kiss him so badly that night but I didn’t have the guts. Now here I am making love to him.

  Every shift of his hips grazes my clit. At first I think I don’t have it in me to come again. I’ve never been a multiple orgasm kind of person, not even at my own hand and with the dirtiest fantasies of the twins running through my mind. Nathan seems determined though. He has his hand under my ass, fingers stroking closer and closer to a private place where I’ve never been touched before. I hold my breath, wondering what he’s going to do and trying to decide if I’m comfortable with this.

  “Nath,” I say with uncertainty in my voice but it isn’t him that answers.

  “Don’t worry, Carrie,” Ethan says. “He knows what he’s doing. He won’t push you too far.”

  One of Nathan’s fingers finally touches the sensitive spot and my hips rise up off the bed in response.

  “You like that,” he states, as though he knew all along that I would. I nod, still not really sure how I feel about it, but when he presses against the ring of muscle there again I cry out. There are connections in my body that I never knew about. Places so sensitive they seem to light up my nerves. I grip his shoulder, digging my nails in harder than I should but he doesn’t complain. It seems to drive him on, harder, deeper, faster until he’s forced me up the bed so far my head is at the edge. “I can feel you, Carrie,” he says. “I can feel you’re getting close. Don’t hold back, baby.”

  He presses his finger again, this time in the same rhythm as his cock, and I gasp, throwing my head back and arching my body into his. “Oh fuck,” I say, as he puts his hand on my exposed neck and holds me still. “Oh…..” This orgasm is different. It seems to come from somewhere deeper and be torn out faster. I see stars and hear my own wail and for a change I don’t care about how I look or how I sound during sex, I just feel and feel and feel.

  Nathan keeps moving through my orgasm and I feel him thickening in a way I didn’t think was possible. He’s so huge inside me I can’t seem to fathom how he’s able to move at all. “Fuck her harder,” Ethan orders from the corner of the room. “Make her raw.”

  My pussy clenches at his words; the dirtiness of them, the naughtiness. I can see how the twins got their reputations but I also know they’ve gone easy on me this first time. This was about us coming together. This was a cementing of our feelings for each other. When Nathan comes he shout my name loud enough to wake the people in the adjoining room and I want to laugh at the bubble of happiness that forms inside me.

  It might have taken us a while to get here. So much denial and guilt for feeling the way I did. But as Ethan and Nathan take their places on the bed on either side of me, I know for certain that I am exactly where I was always meant to be.

  EPILOGUE

 
WHO’S YOUR DADDY?

  I have ankles like an elephant. Everything about me feels swollen and over-ripe. I’m fit to burst but Eth and Nath don’t seem to care. We’re lying on our giant bed, and I have my feet raised up on decorative pillows. I feel like a whale but Nathan is stroking my hair absentmindedly as he reads his Kindle and Ethan has his face pressed against the side of my belly as he has an afternoon nap. I’m too tired to move, and too content too, so I rub my hand over my belly, nudging a limb that seems intent on poking its way out. I only have three weeks to go but it feels like three years. Dr. Harper is going to induce me early because it’s twins and because they seem to be taking after their fathers in size!

  I say fathers but who really knows. There are two babies growing inside me. Two little lives that will come into the world because of our love. Twin’s to follow in their daddies’ footsteps, except they are both girls and non-identical too. It was fascinating to see them at the scan, floating around in their own little individual fluid sacks. It was strange to talk to Eth and Nath afterwards about how they feel. In a way I think they were relieved not to be having carbon copies of themselves. Ethan talked about how they will be more like ordinary sisters and not like real twins. Nathan nodded and looked thoughtful. “We won’t dress them the same,” he said later. “And we can cut their hair different too.”

  I wonder what my baby twins will make of their daddies. Neither Eth or Nath have talked about finding out who is the father. I know that even identical twins have some genetic differences but they don’t seem to be bothered to know for sure. I know they’ve always felt like one person divided. Most importantly I know they’ll both love our daughters like their own, no matter what.

  Nathan’s phone rings and he reaches over to his nightstand. I grin, thinking about the little shelf that Eth bought from Home Depot and Nath put up on the wall in the middle of our bed. I think they’d got fed up of me reaching over them in the night to take a drink of water. I always sleep in the middle you see and our bed is sized like a cruise liner!