#BABYMACHINE

by Cassandra Dee

  “Recall?” she asked, confused. “I don’t get it. What does that mean?”

  “You’ll have to let an attorney explain because I don’t know all the details myself, but what I understand is that if a state judge does a bad job, he or she is subject to removal from their position. It’s called a recall,” I said.

  “I don’t want to go through this again,” Stacey said vehemently. “I just want things to end.”

  My heart went out to her.

  “I know what you’re saying, but Henry’s assured us that a recall is different from a trial. There’s no trial, it just means that Henry will spearhead an attempt to gather signatures for a petition to unseat the judge. If we get enough signatures, then it’ll go up for a vote to the people of New York. If enough people vote yes, then he’ll lose his position as judge.”

  “Is this like the Gray Davis recall?” Stacey asked slowly. “I remember Arnold Schwarzenegger became governor in the middle of someone else’s term.”

  “That’s it exactly,” I nodded. “The people of California were unhappy with Davis’s performance so in the middle of his term, they recalled him. On the same ballot, there was a second question as to who would replace him, and Arnie won.”

  “Oh,” was all Stacey said. But I could tell she was thinking about it.

  “It won’t hurt to meet Henry,” added Peyton persuasively. “He’s a great guy, we almost thought about asking him to be our agent when we went up for the draft, but he was more interested in a legal career,” said my twin. “But we’ve stayed in touch and Henry’s more than happy to talk with you now.”

  My sister was silent. But finally she nodded slowly.

  “Okay,” she said. “I’ll meet with him and hear what he has to say about this recall stuff. But no promises,” she said. “I don’t know if I can live through the trauma again.”

  “No worries, Sister,” said my twin carefully. “We won’t let that happen to you.”

  And he was speaking the truth. Because no one could be more important to us now, after everything we’d been through. Supporting our step was paramount to us, her happiness, her joy, was our first priority. We had to make this happen.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Peyton

  It’s hard to explain how we feel about our sister now. Maybe going through something this big, this significant and shitty, brought out our protective sides. God knows, Pax and I have never exactly been caring guys before, we were more “one and done” types when it came to girls.

  But Stacey’s won us over with her resilience, her ability to survive, seeking productive outlets for her rage, finding the silver lining in a tough time.

  I’m not saying the situation’s great because the truth is that it can never be “good” per se. What happened to her is a clear breach of privacy and it’ll be a long time before she’s able to lose that wall of defensiveness, stop looking over her shoulder, flinching whenever someone takes her picture unexpectedly.

  But Stacey’s back on the job reporting at NFL games, and we see her from the field, her blonde ponytail peppy, staring down the camera fiercely.

  And our hearts go out to her, Pax and me both. Our sister is incredible with what she’s overcome, and we make sure she knows it.

  “You were amazing today,” I complimented once we were all back at the house. Our travel schedules are insane, so we look forward to the times when we’re home, able to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

  “You think?” she asked coyly. “I thought you looked a little jealous when I interviewed McBrown Knight.”

  Oh yeah, McBrown, the hottest thing to hit the NFL since sliced bread. The rookie was so big in the head, he needed to get knocked around a little stet.

  But what made us really happy was her saucy demeanor, the way she looked at us with spark in her voice, her face open, smiling, her shoulders straight, her frame with a little more weight on it now.

  “McBrown making you jealous?” she teased, slinging a leg over my own.

  And I growled at the sight of that slim thigh on top of my massive one. Both Pax and I are heavily built … everywhere, and it was time to show the girl who was in charge.

  “Stacey,” I said with a note of warning in my voice. “Be careful,” I said, my stare hungry.

  “I wasn’t flirting with him,” she tossed-off, winking at me. “McBrown is just soooo cute, you know? Maybe I should invite him to the Donkey.”

  And that made us laugh because McBrown was actually perfect for the club. He was an oaf, seven feet tall, about three hundred pounds with straw-like hair and a gigantic stomach. But hey, overgrown farm boys find the Donkey just like home, he’d fit right in.

  “You still dancing at the Donkey?” my brother asked casually.

  “Yeah, sometimes,” she admitted. “It’s the place where I get release, you know? Where I’m someone else for a little while, I can let loose and let my wild side show.”

  “Well honey, you’re a public figure now,” I said carefully. “If you weren’t already before, then you really are now with the trial and the recall. You sure people aren’t recognizing you up on stage?” I was worried. Ever since the decision came down, and there were pictures of our sister in the regular news, not just the sports channels.

  But the girl smiled at us.

  “I hear you, I get it,” she replied. “Don’t worry, I’m not that silly. I’ve been using a mask to cover my face recently, it’s a net with a hole for my mouth. I call myself ‘Enchantress Inga.’ You like?” she teased.

  And I have to admit, we were titillated. The thought of our girl going up there, dancing nude with only her ruby red lips showing was a turn-on, we wanted to see that show, oh yeah.

  But we were serious.

  “Stacey, we’re concerned about you,” growled Pax. “Are you sure no one knows that you’re Enchantress Inga? Because we’re fighting the good fight, Henry’s close to getting enough signatures to get Judge Martin recalled and we don’t want it to go to waste.”

  And that made the blonde sit up, look somber.

  “That’s the thing,” she said slowly. “I’ve been thinking, is it too late to stop this recall stuff?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked. “Henry’s already gotten over fifty thousand signatures, there’s a lot of outrage over the sentence.”

  “I know,” she replied seriously. “It’s just that it seems really harsh for a judge to lose his job over something like this.”

  I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

  “Really?” I asked, eyebrow arched. “But aren’t you pissed about the sentence?” Pax looked just as confused. What was going on?

  Our sister nodded.

  “I’ve been reading and studying,” she replied. “State court judges, like all judges, need judicial independence. That means that they have to be able to examine the facts without fear of losing their job.”

  “Well Martin effed up,” Pax grunted. “He’s not doing his job because the defendants got peanuts for punishment.”

  “I know what you’re saying,” replied Stacey. “I want Lester to pay more than anyone. But it’s a question of process. Judges need to be able to judge without worrying about a popularity contest. It’s why many judgeships are life-time appointments. They shouldn’t lose their job because of unpopular decisions in specific cases.”

  This made us pause. We’ve always known that our sister had the smarts but had no idea that she was this sharp. All this stuff about judicial independence and recalls, it made my head hurt, I’d simply been going with my gut, enraged about the situation.

  But she continued, sharp as tacks.

  “From what I’ve gathered, the judge did his job,” she said slowly. “He didn’t abuse his legal authority, he reviewed the facts of the case and the recommendation from the probation authority. Taking those into account, he used his discretion. Given all that, I don’t want to upend the judicial system. Not on my behalf.”

  “Sister, you know what you’r
e saying right?” I said seriously. “You’re saying you’re okay with the sentence?”

  “It’s not that I’m okay with it,” she replied slowly. “It’s that there’s a wider world beyond just me. There’s an entire system at issue, and I guess I’m not ready to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

  My brother and I looked at each other. This girl was amazing. She wasn’t hung up on herself at all, even as the victim of a heinous crime. Instead, she was able to look beyond herself, think about the future, about others, how her actions could seriously weaken the status quo.

  We were astonished, elated, and more than a little in awe. Because behind the bouncy blonde exterior, behind the sports-girl persona, there was also a woman with empathy for others – even ones who had hurt her. She was able to look objectively at a situation and understand that sometimes there’s a bigger goal to achieve. Stacey was balanced, process-driven, with incredible compassion for others.

  “Sister,” I said seriously. “If you want to call off the recall, I’ll let Henry know immediately.”

  “Let me think about it some more,” she said slowly. “Just give me another week.”

  And I nodded. It was bad to jump into anything at this point.

  “I have an idea,” suggested Pax. “Henry’s still nowhere near the number of signatures needed for a successful recall. Why don’t we let it ride for another week or two and see what happens? Maybe it won’t even be an issue.”

  That was true, and I nodded. Sometimes the best action is to wait and see, don’t rock the boat any more than you have to on already turbulent waters.

  “Okay,” said Stacey, her mind made up, her chin firm. “Let’s go with that then.”

  And we looked on with wonder. Our sister, the victim, who more than anyone should have been screaming with rage, beating her chest, tearing her hair out, instead was proving to be a smart cookie. More than that, a cool cat, someone who handled pressure well, who’d fought off her demons and was back on the beat, which made us love her even more.

  I looked at my twin and he nodded. We were in the same boat. We wanted this girl … for keeps.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Stacey

  Life is sometimes crazy, you know? Pax, Peyton and I were thrown together unexpectedly, step-siblings one second, and then forced to walk through hell together. Or I should say I was forced to walk through hell, they came along for the ride.

  And I appreciate it because my steps didn’t have to. They could have ignored me, brushed me off as some girl they barely knew. But they didn’t. They stuck by my side, a steady hand on the wheel when I needed it most, the star by which to sail my ship.

  And I feel like that’s what relationships are about, hanging through the thick and thin, when things look bad your SO is someone that’s there for you. I’d had serious doubts about that before. Actually, take that back, even worse. I thought they were heartless bastards, nowhere even in SO territory.

  So it’s amazing that things have done a one eighty now. Yep, you guessed it. I’m now standing in a white dress with my groom waiting, best man at his side.

  I’m getting married, can you believe it? After all the trauma, the roller-coaster, the agony, I’m now here on the best day of my life, about to tie the knot with Peyton, Pax as our best man.

  It was amazing, the proposal. We’d just finished another hot session, my limbs entangled with theirs in the sheets, our skin hot and flushed, our breathing still coming fast and hard.

  “Brothers,” I heaved, smiling at my twin lovers, taking their hands. “That was incredible, I loved it.”

  And they smiled back, growling their pleasure, taking in my ample curves, the blonde hair spread on the pillow.

  “Stacey,” Pax growled. “We have something for you.”

  And I figured I knew what it was. We’d been talking about going to Tahiti during the off-season, take some time off when things weren’t busy. The beach would be amazing, palm fronds waving in the air, a cool tropical drink in my hand, my lovers by my side.

  And sure enough, out came a bulky envelope, the kind with plane tickets inside.

  I toyed with it, examining the envelope closely, running my finger along the seam.

  “Ooh, wonder what it could be,” I giggled. “Tickets to Tahiti anyone?”

  My brothers looked at me with hunger but also anticipation.

  “Open it,” growled Peyton.

  “Now,” added Pax. “Please sister.”

  “Okay, okay,” I laughed. “The season’s been tough on you guys, I know a vacation’s in order.”

  And sure enough, when I pulled open the file there were three first-class tickets to Tahiti. Awesome, it couldn’t be better timing.

  “Thank you, thank you,” I cooed, throwing my arms around my steps’ massive frames, covering them with kisses. “I’m going to start packing right away.”

  “Um, sister,” said Pax, “I think you’re missing something else in there.”

  “Really?” I asked. As far as I could tell, it was just a sheaf of bulky papers, probably offers for travel insurance and carry-on rules and regulations. Airlines were always changing the rules with that kind of stuff. “Are you sure?” I asked, riffling through the mass.

  But then my fingers slowed and stopped. Because besides the requisite junk mail there was an application … for a marriage license.

  I pulled the form out from the papers slowly, my fingers trembling. Could it be? Sure enough, there was my name and date of birth printed on the license, with Peyton listed as the prospective groom.

  “Brothers,” I said, my voice quivering. “Is this what I think it is?”

  “Yes,” rasped Peyton. “We want you … forever.”

  I was elated, out of breath and beyond excited, but I wasn’t sure how our ménage could continue if only two of us were married. My eyes filled with tears and I could feel them begin to spill over, trailing down my cheeks hotly.

  “What, what is it?” growled Pax. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s just that … what about you?” I asked tremulously. “The application only lists Peyton and me. What about you? I want you to be a part of this too, I’m in love with you both,” I confessed.

  And my brothers descended on me, stroking me, petting me, growling words of comfort into my hair.

  “No worries, we’ve already talked this through,” replied Pax. “You obviously can’t get married to us both, but we want to keep you with us, bind you to us in the best way we know how.”

  “But how did you decide on Peyton?” I asked plaintively. “I don’t love one of you more than the other, I love you equally.”

  “It was simple,” said Peyton, “we flipped a coin. Heads me, tails Pax.”

  I gasped. Something this momentous had been decided by a coin toss? That was way too simple for something as complex as marriage.

  But my brothers only nodded.

  “It’s okay,” soothed Pax, “I’m used to it. We begin every football game with a coin toss, even the Super Bowl. It’s just how life is,” he concluded simply.

  I threw my arms around him.

  “But you’ll live with us, won’t you?” I breathed into Pax’s ear. “The three of us together?”

  “Oh yeah sweetie,” he growled, stroking my back. “I’m with you every day … and every night.”

  And with that, I kissed him deeply, willing him to feel the gratitude and excitement I had for our future life.

  He returned my kiss passionately before pulling back and pressing a pen into my hand.

  “Now sign that application,” he growled, “before I change my mind.”

  And I laughed joyously, excited about our future life.

  So here I am in Tahiti, about to step out onto the beach clad in a white slip dress, my feet bare, hair blowing in the wind except for a wreath of white flowers. It was the perfect opportunity – we’d go on vacation and have the ceremony here, before returning to New York and filing the certificate with the re
gistrar.

  I was almost lost in a reverie of happiness when the harp began strumming the wedding march. With a delighted smile, I stepped onto the sandy walkway, each step bringing me closer to my future.

  The twins waited for me at the edge of the water, their eyes watching me every step of the way, hungry, waiting, eager for the next phase of our lives.

  “And do you, Stacey, take Peyton as your true and wedded husband?”

  I took a deep breath, looking deep into Peyton’s eyes, clasping his hands in mine. But then I averted my eyes just a bit, looking directly behind him, deep into the baby blues of Pax and nodded yes, never breaking eye contact.

  “Yes, yes, I do,” I sighed, my eyes still locked with Pax, my hands joined with Peyton.

  And that’s how I married both my steps. And you know what? It couldn’t have turned out better because we weren’t going out with a bang. Rather, we were doing a double bang … for keeps.

  THE END

  DOUBLE MASSIVE

  A Twin Stepbrother Romance

  (Erotic Romance, PI, Ménage)

  © 2015

  By Cassandra Dee

  A SNEAK PEEK

  With a hard pump, I fucked into her. Kacey was literally lifted off her hands and knees, my shaft was so fucking big, skewering her on my penis like a pig on a roast. She screamed, throwing her head back, pussy stretched unbearably, labia like thin rubber bands pinched around my dick with no choice but to submit. She squealed again, the violation so complete, so overwhelming, that her eyes rolled back for a moment showing their whites.

  Finally though, the girl calmed and tried to breathe, her pants rhythmic and fast.

  “Slowly, slowly,” I murmured, my hands caressing her waist and ass. Because I was only about five inches in … and there were still ten to go!