by J. L. Beck
That was a truly unique connection we could have. Just seeing each other, the hint of intimacy, that was all it took to get the fires of passion boiling over.
My cock was zeroing in on her slit. She wasn't a virgin anymore; I didn't need to hold back.
So I slid myself in and had my mind blown again by how tight, how good she really felt around me.
As if her pussy was perfectly designed to make me come.
She cried out as I wasted no time fucking her. Rocking back and forth, literally driving her up the wall as I did so. Her body rubbed against mine, such a minor yet needed pleasure on top of everything else.
"Fuck, yes," she called out. "Logan, harder," she mumbled. She wasn't the most articulate of speakers when getting fucked. Few girls were. But the way she said it, the way she called out my name, made me harder. Need her more.
I didn't think my desire for her could even become greater than what it was.
She crushed me, squeezed me… I couldn't even think of terms for what her pussy was doing. My eyes closed, and I just enjoyed the sensory feast of the hot water rolling down my back, the echoes of flesh colliding, the sweet smell of her body, and of course, the overwhelming delight she brought me flesh to flesh on every little point in our body.
Hearing her cry out in delight with every thrust, feeling her pussy clasp around me as she did so. Fuck, I needed to make her mine.
Briefly, my thoughts turned to Joel. Usually, a guy would be fiercely defensive of sharing his girl, but Joel and I? I couldn’t act as if we weren't a special thing. We were as close as you could get without being outright identical.
The thought of Tate fucking Joel somehow got me as hard as the thought of fucking her myself.
Right now? That's exactly what I was doing, and now I wanted to claim her in the most primal of senses.
I needed to fuck her. I needed to fill her. I didn't care about consequences. Some part of my monkey brain relished them. Fuck, seeing her little body with that rotund little belly?
God.
Harder. Faster. I pushed myself to my limit, and I wanted her right there with me. Even as I drilled her, I wedged my hand between us, rubbing her clit as we went. It was a trick I quickly learned, and Tate deserved only the very best.
I wanted her to be shaking for me. Screaming for me. I wanted to hear those sweet moans echo through the room.
She was going to give me everything I wanted and then some.
God, when she came, it was like a whole new level. Her channel clamped down on me, jerking me, needing me. It wasn't her words saying it; it was her body saying it, and that made it all the hotter.
I felt myself explode into her. All of my heat rushing into and flooding her. How it splashed back onto my cock because there was no way she was going to be able to take how much she made me come.
I wanted to relish it forever. Hold her there until the end of time.
Even as I eventually relented, letting her feet touch the floor again, I just enjoyed her aura. Her essence. Whatever it was, I just wanted to hold her. The only sound was the pattering of the water.
Then a knock on the door.
"Who–who is it?" Tate hoarsely called out.
"It's Jeremy. Who else would it be?"
I froze. Did he hear what we were just doing?
Tate glared at me but didn't say anything. She put up a single finger in my direction, turned off the water, and found a towel.
I knew what she wanted me to do. I sort of hid. Out of sight of the door at least, if nothing else.
"What's–what's going on, Jeremy?"
"I got called into work again. I just wanted to give you your key and the Wi-Fi password."
"Um...um, okay. Just leave it somewhere, thanks."
"Are you okay in there?"
"Yes, I'm fine... I'm just...getting used to the new shower is all."
"Ah, being able to aim the water is pretty nice after years of the stationary one back at Mom's." There was a pause. "Wait. Oh. Oh. Um. Sorry, Tate."
"It's fine, really." I could see her blushing at the thought of her brother thinking she was even masturbating in here.
"I'll leave it on your nightstand." He paused again. "Are you seriously wearing jeans this big? Can't Mom buy you clothes that fit?"
"Huh?" She raised an eyebrow.
I gestured toward her to just go along with it.
"Oh, yes. Um. They're comfortable."
"You should wear clothes that fit, Tate. If you don't have any, I'll take you shopping." There was a beeping sound. "If I ever have more than an hour where I don't have to be at work. I gotta go, sis."
"Take care, Jeremy," the beat-red Tate replied, shaking her head.
We lingered, waiting for the sound of the front door closing before making another sound.
In the clear, we both let out a huge, long breath.
Tate opened the door to her bedroom proper and went over to pick up my pants. "Did you really have to strip out here?"
"I didn't even know your brother was home." I shook my head. "Besides, I thought it would be more dramatic if I appeared and immediately started fucking you instead of you seeing my silhouette fumble around with stuff."
She was quiet for a time, before falling back on her bed. She was still soaking wet, but I somehow doubted she cared. "What are we going to tell him? You know. About us. About me and you. Me and Joel."
"What's there to tell him?"
"You know how he is, Logan."
I made my way to her bed, dropping down beside her. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. You're your own woman, Tate. A damn sexy one. We're all adults."
"He's my brother. He's...a lot to me, okay?"
"I get it, I really do. I don't know. How about we just kick it down the road until we figure out some way to break the news to him more easily?"
"I...I guess."
My eyes swept up and down her wet body, including the little bits of seed dripping out of her. The thoughts that she had a conversation with Jeremy while her womb was full of my sperm, well, it took the concept of a refractory period between erections and stomped on it.
In an instant, I was back on top of her, my cock throbbing and laying on top of her clit, ready to plunge myself in again.
"You already want to go again, huh?" she said with curiosity.
"Are you saying you don't?"
She just laughed. "Fuck me then. Again and again. Fuck all my problems away, Logan."
"With incredible pleasure."
Chapter Five
TATE
The following weeks were a whirlwind of emotions.
And fucking. Mostly fucking.
They couldn't get enough of me. I felt so stupid to think I was just a one-and-done girl like the rest. I mattered a whole lot more to them, apparently.
In the kitchen, in my bedroom, in the living room, in my shower, every room of the house they fucked me.
All while avoiding Jeremy finding out.
It wasn't hard. The poor guy had way too much work.
That never made me stop feeling guilty, though. Here I was, hedonistically enjoying the fruits of his labor, fucking his best friends like maniacs.
I went to class. I did what I came there to do.
Just that as soon as I was clear, and the twins weren't on firehouse duty, their dicks were inside me.
Sometimes, it would just be Logan. Sometimes, just Joel.
More often than not, they rushed to have me together, as if it was truly special when the two of them were taking turns railing me hard, filling me to the brim with their cum.
Which they did. They never pulled out. I never even noticed a hint of it.
I wasn't super surprised when I had a few days in a row of being sort of nauseous, lethargic, and generally just sort of miserable.
Also, I missed my period. That's sort of a big deal.
Still, I couldn’t just assume things.
I returned home from the store, setting my bag on the table. Sure, I'd
bought other things, but there was only one thing that I really went out of my way to get.
A quickie pregnancy test.
I still didn't know what to think of it.
I was eighteen. I wasn't old enough to be a mother.
Except in the biological sense, I supposed, and that's all that nature cared about.
Still, there was a draw, a bond forming between the twins and me—far more than just lust. I didn't understand it.
Yeah, I knew them for the longest time. They'd been crushes. I could consider them my friends.
Could that really just turn into that L-word so easily when I added lust to the formula?
Even if I felt that way, why was I so damned ready to have their babies? I should have told them to pull out. Barring that, get on the pill. Get an IUD. Do something.
Not just raw, bareback, risky sex over and over again, as if knocking me up was the whole point of it.
Before I could go pee on something, though, I realized I had frozen things that had to be put away, so I got right to that.
I almost jumped when my big brother emerged from his cave. He still look sleep-deprived, but he had a smile on his face. "Good..." He looked at the clock on the wall, the time clearly not obvious to him. "Evening, Tate."
"Hey, bro." I forced a smile at the man who I may just be making an uncle soon. "What's happening?'
"I can finally work normal hours. I made partner."
"Oh, that's great!" I rushed over to give him the hug. That's what he'd been working so hard for—to prove himself worthy of a bigger piece of the pie.
"Yeah, yeah. Bit of freedom. Now I can make other people endlessly slave for me."
"Glad to hear you'll be able to be the new evil boss. Grow a mustache so you can twirl it."
"Will do."
He broke away from me, stretching out. I resumed shuffling cans into cabinets, frozen pizzas into freezers.
Jeremy, though, went where his eye caught something.
My pregnancy test.
Oh shit.
"Is something wrong, Tate?" he said, picking up the test and turning my way.
"Um...uhh..." What did I say? He still didn't know. He didn't even know I was sexually active, let alone recklessly with his best friends. I just stood there dumbfounded, which I had serious doubts helped my cause.
"Are you worried you might be pregnant?"
"That's um...um for...." I hadn't really made any good female friends I could pass this off on either. All my free time had mostly been spent fucking. "Umm....a science project?"
Jeremy looked me up and down. He had been oblivious before, but that was when he was exhausted and just wanted to get on with it all. He wasn't stupid. Not by a long shot.
"Are you sleeping with a guy who refuses to use protection?"
"Umm... I..."
His fists bunched up. "Selfish assholes. Just because they can run away from the problem they think it's okay. Did they pressure you, Tate? Who is it? Do I have to kick someone's ass?"
"It's not like that... They aren't...um... Neither..."
"They? Neither? There's more than one of them?" He approached me, looming over me. He was intimidating like this, even if it was out of desire to protect me. "Who is this? I didn't even think you were doing stuff like that, Tate. I thought you said you just hung around the apartment a lot."
In his rant, he didn't notice something important. Like a door opening.
Like Joel and Logan walking in.
Them seeing him looming over me.
"Um, this is a bad time?" Joel spoke up.
Jeremy turned to face his so-called best friends. He looked them down, his anger quite clear. He walked right up to Joel. He wasn't as tall as either of them, but my brother wouldn't let something like that hold him back.
He looked right up at Joel and spoke firmly. "Are you fucking my sister, you asshole? Both of you?"
Joel didn't really know how to respond to that. Logan didn't either. We never discussed what we would do further. It wasn't something pleasant to think about, so we just didn't.
As such, we didn't really have a plan on what to do if something like this happened.
"Speak to me, you loudmouth asshole." He shoved Logan. "I let you into my house. I show you kindness, and I don't ask for anything in return, yet you come in here and...and....seduce my little sister?"
"Jeremy, look..." Joel tried to intervene with rationality and logic. "We didn't seduce her. Or try very hard to. She was on board."
"You manipulated her!"
His shouting accusation was followed by a sudden sucker punch right to Joel's chin.
Joel stumbled back and immediately launched his retort, throwing a punch right back. Jeremy took it like a champ, but he wasn't done.
They started to go at it.
"Guys, stop it!" I called out. "They didn't do anything wrong, Jeremy!" I shouted.
I may as well have been speaking Greek to them.
The punches continued to fly.
Logan, uncharacteristically, dove in and pushed them apart, playing the rare part of peacekeeper.
Jeremy wanted no part of this, though, weaseling past Logan and going right back for Joel before realizing that Logan was just as viable a target for his anger, and then he started throwing punches his direction, too.
Logan, not known for his saint-like temper, immediately started firing back when the punches went his way.
"Stop it, for Christ's sake! Don't fight over me!" I called out. I wasn't going to get in the way of these men throwing punches. Just from a size perspective, this looked like something that was a seriously bad idea to get involved in. "Stop it! Goddammit, please, stop it!"
I thought it was all fruitless.
Finally, though, I got through to one of them, and that was all I needed to do.
Joel. He heard me. He rushed Jeremy, but this time he wasn't going for fists of rage. He pushed his brother back, sending the message along to him as well. "You heard the girl, stop this nonsense!"
My brother wasn't listening to reason.
His anger couldn't top the strength of both of the twins, though, as they were holding him back.
"Calm the fuck down, right now, Jeremy."
"I'll calm my fist into your face!" he yelled back, confusing me for a moment in trying to figure out what that terminology actually meant.
"We're not going to solve anything by throwing punches at each other, man."
"Yeah, but I'll feel better!"
"Calm down. Jesus."
"Jeremy, please," I intervened. "Just chill out. They didn't seduce me. They didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do."
Somehow, that only made Jeremy angrier.
Yet he regained his composure. For a time, he was silent, eyes closed, and lost in thought.
Then he spoke. Softly, but in a way that was free of even the hint of suggestion of bullshit. "Leave. Out of my apartment, now."
"We need to talk this out, man," Joel said.
"I don't want to talk it out. I never want to see either of you again. If I see you near this place, or anywhere near my sister, I will say fuck everything and do everything in my power to end you both."
"Dude, you don't have to—"
"Get out!" he shouted. He wasn't going to be argued with right now. "Stay away from me! Stay away from my sister! You two are manipulative trash."
They let him break away, his most explosive outbursts now dulled. He stormed away from us but didn't leave our line of sight, angrily pacing in front of the sofa.
For a time, the twins stood in silence.
I knew that right now no rational discussion would be done. "Go on, guys. Just leave for now. Everyone needs time to cool off. We can figure this out later."
Joel's eyes scanned the room. Logan did the same. They nodded my way and departed, knowing that even something like an “I love you” would only prove to set Jeremy off more.
They left the apartment, knowing that there was nothing they could do r
ight now but play along with Jeremy's absurd ultimatums.
Me? This was where I lived. I couldn't exactly run away from my brother. I had to face him, for better or for worse, head on.
So I did. I loved my brother, and I believed in him. He wasn't going to start a brawl with me, so I could take solace in that fact. I crossed my arms and looked up at him. "You don't need to do all this."
"Apparently, I do."
"Hmm? Why? I told you, they didn't do anything I didn't want them to do, Jeremy."
"Well, then apparently, I can't trust you to take care of yourself then."
I raised an eyebrow. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"You're eighteen, Tate, but apparently your physical age is a whole lot higher than your mental one. I can't trust you to keep yourself out of trouble, so I guess I'm back to protecting you from yourself."
"You can't be serious."
"I can be serious. What did Mom always say to me? My house, my rules? Well guess what, you're in my house, Tate, and you're going to follow my rules. Since I don't have to put in a million and one hours at work, I'm going to expect you to be home right away after your classes and staying where I can see you. I don't want to have to tell Mom about how irresponsible you are. It looks bad on me, too."
"Are you really that worried about me having a social life?"
"Apparently, yes, because your idea of a social life is fucking my so-called best friends!" His tone only got shoutier as he went on. "You're on lockdown. Grounded. Whatever it is. You can't be trusted without me watching over you, Tate, because apparently you go and get yourself..." He grit his teeth and wildly gestured toward the table.
The pregnancy test.
Silence lingered between the two of us. I could tell he was still at a loss for words himself through all of this.
"Yeah," I said, breaking the silence. "And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"
"You better hope you aren't, Tate."
"I better hope I'm not, huh?"
"I don't even want to think about what I’ll do if that test turns out to be positive."
A grunt escaped my lips. I was certain that he wouldn't be happy. The lethargy, the nausea, it all added up to that. Yet maybe I wanted it to be negative. Maybe I wanted to be able to move past this. Not shake my relationship with my brother any more than I needed to.