by SC Daiko
“Not so fast, Samantha,” he growls. “I seem to remember Liam and I said we’d help you get over certain hang-ups. At least until our parents return from their honeymoon.”
My cheeks burn, but my heart soars. “I wasn’t sure you meant it.”
He’s standing in front of me now, and he touches his hand to my arm. “Go and get ready for bed, sweetheart. Liam and I will come to your room when we’ve showered. We stink of horse and sweat.” He bends and kisses me on the forehead. “That’s if you still want us to help you.”
Want them? I want them so bad it’s been driving me insane. “I’ll go have a shower too,” I say, my voice throaty. “Then I’ll wait for you.”
“Good girl.”
I’M lying in my bed after showering, naked under the duvet. I can’t believe how quickly I’m willing to trust them. Spending three whole days almost constantly in their presence, seeing how close they are to each other, how much they care for their horses, has given me more confidence than I ever thought possible.
I wish my childhood had been different. What would it have been like to have trusted my father? Mam said he’d been wounded by the cruelty of his own dad, who’d whipped him for every step he took wrong. Dad took out his issues on Mam, and I think she accepted what he did to her so he wouldn’t start on me. I hid behind my bratty defences; he never knew I was scared. The fear festered inside me, souring my relationships with the opposite sex. Men were trouble, as far as I was concerned, and now I freaking hope my stepbrothers will prove me wrong.
The door swings open and they stride into my room. They’re naked as the day they were born; their cocks dangle and swing as they stalk towards my bed, like predators after their prey. Every nerve in my body jangles, and my heart almost beats out of my chest. I swallow, hard, then remind myself I’m not a victim; I have full control of this situation. I rake my gaze over their ripped bodies, their powerful thighs and muscular arms. My mouth has gone dry and I lick my lips. Can I really do this?
They pull back the duvet, and stretch out beside me. My stomach lurches, and they seem to sense my anxiety; they both put their arms around me and hold me close.
Liam kisses the tip of my nose. “We’ll leave you in peace if you prefer.”
“No, please stay,” I beg.
“We won’t hurt you,” Aiden promises.
“I know.” And I do, even if a tiny flicker of doubt scratches my insides.
“Relax, babe,” Liam soothes, trailing a finger down my throat, between my tits and over my belly. “We’ve got you.”
I hiss out a breath and a zing travels down to my pussy, making my clit throb. Aiden kisses me properly now, his mouth claiming mine, his tongue delving deep. I moan with need, I can’t help myself.
Liam has shifted his body down the bed. I tremble as he strokes my thighs. His fingers are warm and gentle, though, and they make me feel tingly between my legs.
Aiden leans back and looks me in the eye. “I’m going to shift my body behind you, sweetheart. Lean against me so Liam has full access.”
Within seconds, my back is against his chest, his legs spayed out on each side of me. He loops his arms around my thighs and lifts them up from behind my knees so my pussy is fully exposed. “That’s perfect,” he grunts.
Liam kneels in front of me, and I feel his hot gaze on me. “Beautiful,” he says. I’ve never thought of myself as beautiful. Especially down there.
He traces his fingers over my opening, and I let out a small whimper. “Does that feel good, babe?”
“Mmm.”
He slides his thumb down one of my lips, and up the other before touching it to my clit. It’s like an electric shock shoots through me. He shifts his weight and his shoulders brush the insides of my lifted knees.
Aiden nuzzles the back of my neck, and his hot wet mouth melts me.
I melt even more when Liam’s tongue slides into my slit.
“Good girl.” Aiden’s voice reverberates through my bones.
I let out a little gasp as Liam licks my throbbing clit. He carries on licking it and I angle my hips to press against his mouth. I can’t stop writhing and moaning it feels so amazing. He adds a finger, gently stroking inside while his tongue works its magic. The finger curls to find my spot, and the sparks build and build until I’m there, coming in waves of shuddering ecstasy, my body pulsing in Aiden’s arms.
“Oh, my God. That was incredible,” I say as Liam moves up the bed. He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue.
They turn me between them, kissing me, and I feel their hard cocks nudging my belly. “I want you to fuck me,” I moan.
“Our girl is behaving like a brat, calling the shots,” Liam laughs. “What do you say, bro’? Shall we give her what she wants?”
Aiden leans on his elbow, and a smile tugs at his lips. “Only if the brat lets me go first.”
Eek, it’s going to happen. I’m about to lose my V status. Something I never thought would occur in a million years. And I’m not even scared. Well, maybe just a little. I mean, what girl wouldn’t be when it’s her first time? It’s normal, I tell myself.
“I’ll hold you,” Liam says.
There’s a sense of déjà vu as he gets into the same position Aiden occupied earlier, holding onto my knees and spreading me wide for his twin. It’s then that I notice the box of condoms on my bedside table. Either he or Aiden must have put it there before they joined me on the bed. Aiden extracts a foil-wrapped packet, and tears it open with his teeth. I lower my eyes and watch him unravel it over his fully-engorged cock. My heart thuds.
“I’ll take this real slow, sweetheart,” Aiden’s voice is calm and soothing. “Tell me to stop if I hurt you.”
His words almost dispel my fears. Almost but not quite. “Okay,” I say in a trembling voice.
He kneels between my legs, and I feel his hardness nudging against my opening.
I squirm, and Liam whispers, “I’ve got you, babe.”
My eyes glued on Aiden’s deep blues, I catch my lower lip between my teeth as he starts to penetrate me. It hurts a little, and I let out a gasp. My hymen has been stretched into non-existence by riding horses; my cherry is only symbolic. There’ll be no pain, I remind myself, just slight tenderness at the start.
“Are you alright?” Aiden’s face is a picture of concern. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I shake my head. “Carry on.”
And he does, inch by freaking inch, until his cock is buried in my pussy to the hilt. I feel him pressing against my clit as he rocks into me and the sensation has morphed from discomfort to pure pleasure.
Wow!
“That’s perfect, sweetheart,” Aiden grunts.
“You’re doing great, babe,” Liam adds. “So proud of you.”
I grasp hold of Aiden’s shoulders as he thrusts into me, once, twice, three times. The movement butts me against Liam, and I feel the hardness of his cock rubbing my asscheeks.
“Your pussy is lovely and tight, Samantha,” Aiden pants, his thrusts speeding up. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Hurry up, bro’,” Liam grunts. “I need to get in there before I shoot my load over our girl’s perky ass.”
Aiden bends to kiss me, leaning forwards, his arms on each side. His kiss is deep, and our tongues twist together. He pulls back and starts fucking me again, his hips pumping. “You have the sweetest,” he thrusts, “the tightest,” he shoves harder, “the most fuckable,” and even harder, “pussy I’ve ever been inside.”
His words send a shiver through me and I whimper with pleasure. He’s so deeply embedded in me now I can’t tell where he begins and I end. I lift my hands to touch his close-cropped beard, and our eyes lock.
With a grunt and a final thrust, he presses his face into the curve of my neck, and I feel the spasms of his cock as he bellows his release.
We kiss again, and he pulls out slowly, removing the condom and tying it off. “Roll over, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ve ridden you,
but now it’s time for you to ride Liam.”
I shake my head in confusion. Ride Liam? Then, with a giggle, I get it. My cheeks burn, and excitement fizzes in the pit of my stomach. This will be epic.
Liam has flopped back on the bed and is rolling a condom onto his upstanding cock. “Climb aboard, baby,” he chuckles. “Aiden might have been the one to pop your cherry, but mine’s gonna be the first dick you’ll coat with your cum.”
I straddle his erection, inching my pussy down onto him, my eyes fixed on his. I bend to kiss him, clamping my thighs around his hips, my ass in the air.
Aiden is behind me, his hot breath on the back of my neck when I straighten; he must be kneeling between Liam’s outstretched legs. “I’ll give you a hand, sweetheart,” he says, “or two hands in this case.” He grasps my sides and lifts me up and down on his twin’s shaft, and the feeling is beyond blissful. Every nerve inside me is tingling.
Liam raises his fingers and touches them to the hard nubs of my nipples, pinching and squeezing and making me squirm. His cock is freaking hard as he pushes it up into me, all the way inside. I look down to where our bodies are joined together, and I can’t help a feeling of pride welling up inside me. Only minutes ago, I was a scared little girl and now I’m a proper woman.
Liam drops his fingers to my clit, pressing down on it. Waves of desire crash through me, and I’m floating on the cusp. I was right; this is freaking epic. My entire body shudders and I come apart with a squeal.
“Good girl,” Liam grunts, letting loose a series of rapid thrusts, stretching me, burning me. His release is immediate, and he shudders into me, groaning.
The three of us fall back on the bed, our breathing ragged. The musky scent of sex fills the air and our bodies glisten with sweat. Aiden tangles his fingers in my hair, and bends to kiss me on the forehead. “Well done, sweetheart. You were brilliant. I hope you’re not sore.”
“No,” I say, and I’m not. “Years of riding horses,” I laugh.
“Little minx,” Liam chuckles. He removes his condom, and ties it off. “We need to get you to the doctor’s for a birth control injection,” he says, pulling a face. “I can’t stand these things.”
“Probably for the best.” Aiden strokes my cheek. “Far more reliable.”
I look from one to the other. If I’m to get a jab, they want to go on ‘helping’ me. I push to the back of my mind the rule we talked about in the lorry, that it will only be for a short while. I feel better about myself than I’ve felt in years. What we’ve done can’t be wrong, no freaking way.
We lie spooned together, and I’m nearly asleep when I feel them stir and start to get up off my bed. “See you in the morning, brat,” Liam whispers before bending and kissing me briefly.
“Much as we’d like to, we can’t sleep with you, sweetheart,” Aiden adds. “No one must know or they’ll be hell to pay when our parents return.”
I lie waiting for sleep to overtake me. No one must know; Aiden is right. Mam would freaking kill me. I wriggle under my duvet, chilled now the sweat has dried on my skin. I can’t help smiling; I wish I could tell my girlfriends about what just happened. They’d be well jealous that I’d had my V card punched not just by one man, but by two… the incredibly hot Roberts twins. I touch my fingers to my lips, bruised by their ravenous kisses, and I push to the back of my mind the slight worry that I’m playing with fire by letting my stepbrothers ‘help’ me. It’s only for a short while, I remind myself. They’ll ‘cure’ me and we’ll all move on. What can be the harm in that?
9
Aiden
“Try to view the fence with Jason’s eyes,” I say to Samantha as I watch her put him through his paces in the outdoor schooling area. “He’ll be focusing on the base of the obstacle and its highest point.”
She’s jumping him through a grid of fences, learning to let him find the take-off spot himself and to support him rather than distract him by pulling on the reins. “Keep a natural rhythm in the canter, don’t force him to go slower than his usual tempo,” I shout as he fights for his head.
“He’s getting a bit too hot,” she calls out, “he’ll go flat.”
“Keep applying a driving leg and ride on a large circle. Use your voice to calm him down.”
She does as I ask and quickly re-establishes harmony. “Good girl, ride him forwards over the jumps now.”
I watch her with pride. She’s a natural and has a strong but flexible core, riding in balance with her horse. I think about last night, when Liam and I took it in turns to ‘ride’ her. She’s a natural at fucking, too; I so wish we could keep her. It will be hell when Dad and Rhiannon get home. I push the thought to the back of my mind; I’ll deal with it later. I’m a firm believer in focusing on the present; thinking about the future only leads to anxiety.
I remember the letter Mum left us, for Liam and me to read when we’d grown up. She urged us to live every moment of our lives as if it were our last, and that’s what we’ve done. “Life is precious,” she’d said. “Make the most of it.”
We’ve been lucky to have achieved success, but we’ve also worked frigging hard. You could say we’re driven, and we are. We’ll be heading for Rome, Italy, this coming weekend to compete against the best riders in the world. Hard work got us to this stage in our careers, and hard work will keep us there.
As for Samantha, does she have the drive to get to the top? Talent aside, she needs to be focused on her goals. I want her to get out of her comfort zone and put herself to the test. “Time to register you for some shows,” I tell her as we walk back to the stables.
Her eyes widen. “You think so?”
“I don’t just think so, I know so.”
“You’re incredibly bossy,” she pouts. “Let me decide when I’m ready.”
“And you’re incredibly bratty,” I chuckle. “Don’t fight me on this, sweetheart. You are ready, believe me.”
IT’S lunchtime, and the staff have already gone into the house for one of Mrs Potts’ roast dinners. I help Samantha rub Jason down, and then we head for the tack room to tidy away his saddle and bridle. I glance at the photo of Jennifer on the wall; she couldn’t have been more different to the feisty blonde brat standing next to me.
Jennifer was closer to our age, a career woman working for a bank in Hereford. Liam and I didn’t just fuck her together; we took her separately sometimes. There’s no jealousy between us, we’ve always shared everything together and separately. If Jennifer hadn’t been so frigging demanding, she’d probably still be our girlfriend. I’m glad we split up, I realise now; if we were still together we wouldn’t be ‘helping’ Samantha. It’s about time we took that picture down; I’d forgotten it was even there…
I stand behind Samantha and I lift her wild hair from the nape of her neck to brush my lips to her sensitive spot. Her body quivers. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
She releases a soft moan. I snake my hands around her to squeeze her cute little tits and tease her puckered nipples through her polo shirt. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she breathes.
I pull her to me, pressing my hardness into her ass. I spin her around and capture her mouth, my greedy tongue parting her sweet lips. Deepening the kiss, I squeeze her buttocks with one hand while touching my fingers softly to her throat.
I bend and lower my lips, pushing her shirt up and sucking on her puckered nipples. God, she’s lovely. I frigging love her.
Without warning, the damn door crashes open.
We spring back.
Shit!
“Here you are,” Liam laughs, Burt and Betty at his heels. “Mrs Potts sent me to say your lunch is getting cold.” His gaze rakes over Samantha’s flushed face and he laughs again. “Fuck, you both look guilty. Did you start without me?”
Liam
Aiden and I are catching up with some paperwork in the office while Sam is working with the staff, training four of our youngsters in the outdoor school. I glance at my twin, and blow out a slow breath. Catching hi
m and Sam almost red-handed earlier has thrown me.
Frowning, I finish writing the email I’ve been drafting in response to an order for Balthasar and King’s semen. Our boys are prolific donors, and we’ve registered them in stud books all over Europe. The money they bring in helps keep the yard in profit.
Aiden leans back in his chair, and gives me a look. “Anything wrong?”
We pick up on each other’s moods all the time; I decide to come clean. “I fucking hope Sam doesn’t like you more than she likes me.”
He lets out a laugh. “Not going to happen, brother. We’re twins, don’t forget.”
“I was gonna suggest we have some one-on-ones with our girl,” I keep my voice calm, “but you almost got in there first.”
He gives me a guilty look. “Sorry about that. I should have run it by you first, but it kind of happened on the spur of the moment.”
“I guess we should go with the flow,” I shrug.
“Definitely.” His eyes meet mine. “Let the opportunity arise organically.”
“Hmm,” I pause. “How was Sam’s session with Jason this morning?” I ask, to change the subject.
“Brilliant. She’s ready to compete.” His tone is enthusiastic. “Let’s have a look online at what’s coming up that will fit in with our schedule. We’ll be able to support her, then.”
I click on my laptop screen and upload the British Showjumping Association calendar. “Do we know how much Jason won with his previous owner? It will affect the competitions Sam can enter.”
“He’s still grade C. She can jump him in a novice event.”
I tap my chin with a finger. “There’s a show at the Wales and West the weekend before we’re due to compete in Monaco. A qualifier class that’ll start her career off nicely.”
“Excellent,” he smiles. “That’ll give us a couple of weeks after Rome to help her get ready.” He runs a hand through his close-cropped beard. “Will you give her the good news, or shall I?”