Ethan moves around me until he’s kneeling on the floor. While Nathan holds my hands, Ethan leans in to touch. I have an urge to struggle, not because I want them to stop but because the thought of resisting them and being overpowered has always been part of my fantasies. That’s the benefit of two, right?
One to do and one to hold and control.
A shiver of arousal runs through me as Ethan leans forward to lick the very tip of my nipple. It looks so raw and feels so intense, even though the contact is light.
“She liked that,” Nathan says. “Do it again.”
Ethan looks up at me as he does it again, and the combination of his warm tongue, the cool air, and those eyes that are cold as ice but hot as fire are just too much. My body jerks like I’ve been scalded and both the boys laugh.
“Fuck, Carrie,” Ethan says, grinning. “I think I could get you off like this.”
I shake my head because that doesn’t sound like something that could be possible and Ethan’s cockiness always touches a raw nerve that makes me want to disagree with anything he says.
“Can we get you off, baby?” Nathan asks. His polite tone is such a contrast to his brother’s that I want to laugh. How can two people look so alike on the outside and have so many differences on the inside?
This seems like a pivotal moment in the proceedings. I know that sounds stupid, as I sit here with my breasts out, having just touched my stepbrother’s cock. But something about progressing to the next stage seems really big. What we’ve done so far is high-school level fooling around. Once my pants are off, we’re heading into the big leagues.
As though Nathan can feel my hesitation, he motions to Ethan to sit back. Nathan releases my wrists and they both stare at me, with concerned expressions. Ethan’s eyes are crinkled at the side as though he’s almost smiling and Nathan has his hand resting on his heart. I know they’re both hard. Hell, I don’t have a dick and I’m throbbing between my legs. I know how much they want things to go to further. I’ve barely been able to think of anything else since they moved into my home. The fact that they’re giving me space to make sure of my feelings overwhelms me. I’m pretty sure most guys would be pushing forward at this point, but they aren’t.
“Are you okay, Carrie?” Nathan asks. “Is this too weird? Are we going to fast?”
“Are we scaring you?” Ethan asks and it’s this question that brings tears to my eyes. I expect Nathan to be concerned. He’s always been more in touch with my feelings. I remember a time I had a run-in with a guy who pinched my ass at a night club. Nathan knew, as soon as he saw me, that something had happened. To have Ethan worrying, to have Ethan caressing the back of my hand tenderly is what makes me certain that this is okay.
“You’re not scaring me,” I say quietly reaching out to cup their opposing cheeks. “And I’m okay, alright. This is just a little overwhelming for me. But it’s good. I want this.”
Nathan nods and then turns to his brother. “Shall we take her upstairs?”
Ethan agrees, gets to his feet and starts to pick up our discarded clothing. Nathan rises and holds out his hand. I take hold of it, loving how huge his palm is and how tiny I feel standing next to them both. Nathan smiles down at me, then releases my hand and scoops me up like I weigh nothing.
“Come on then,” he says. “It’s time for the main course.”
Ethan leads, locking the front door on our way and turning off the downstairs lights. It feels so ridiculously domesticated. Nathan breezes up the stairs as though he is carrying a pillow rather than a 130-pound woman. I feel silly, topless and being transported like some kind of bride being taken over the threshold. The boys seem to love it though.
When we get into their room, I notice the scent of them immediately. The mix of their shower products and the smell of their skin. I nuzzle into Nathan’s chest, inhaling and feeling lightheaded.
“I love the way you smell,” I say, and he grins, bending in for a soft kiss that sends butterflies into a frenzy in my stomach.
Nathan lowers me gently onto Ethan’s bed. Their room is big enough to accommodate two beds that are large enough to sleep two huge men. I fold my arms over my chest, still not comfortable enough to be so uncovered in front of them. Ethan turns on a reading lamp and turns off the main light. Nathan fiddles with his phone and then there is soft music playing from the speakers in the corner of the room.
When the mood is set, the boys are back to where we left off. Ethan tugs off his shirt and steps out of his pants. His cock is pressed tightly against his body, restricted by his Calvin’s, and I can’t take my eyes off the way it curves to the left. When Nathan drops his pants I discover he curves to the right.
“Take off your clothes, Carrie,” they say at the same time. It doesn’t even seem to register to them that they’ve spoken with one voice. Maybe they’re used to it. The force of their instruction is twofold. I stand shyly and push my yoga pants over my hips. As they drop down and over my thighs, I see the twins’ eyes following their descent. I’m left standing in my black and pink polka-dot panties and don’t know what to do next. Should I remove them, or wait for the boys to do that? They said ‘clothes’ though, so I assume they meant everything.
I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties but before I can take them off, Ethan and Nathan walk quickly to my side. They move my hands away and take hold of one side of my panties each. It’s slow torture as they start to pull them down. When the fabric moves past my thighs, Nathan drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs. He draws in a deep breath, nuzzling the small patch of soft hair I have there, leaving gentle kisses, moving lower and lower until his bottom lips presses against my clit. Ethan moves behind me, putting his hands around me so he can caress my breasts. Each tug to my nipples makes my knees weak. I watch Nathan breathe in deep again. It’s like he can’t get enough of the way I smell and it makes me feel so horny to know he likes that.
My knees start to shake when he uses the very point of his tongue to touch my clit. It’s so swollen and hot that the contact makes me moan and move my hips forward to increase the pressure. Nathan runs his hands up the insides of my thighs and nudges them apart, just enough that I feel the cool air against my wetness. Ethan is tugging at my nipples in the same rhythm that Nathan is licking and it feels like my body is being turned inside out and rewired. There are connections inside me that I never even knew about, connections that take me to the brink of orgasm so quickly I almost can’t believe it’s happening.
In all my fantasies the twins had been great lovers. In all my imaginings they had made me come hard. When I lay in bed at night and thought about the things we are doing right now I would be writhing in minutes. I’m used to coming with them inside my head but not kneeling in front of me or caressing me from behind. Looking at Ethan’s hands and Nathan’s tongue doing its best is emotional overload. I feel Nathan’s hand between my legs and I know what he’s going to do. He’s going to put his fingers inside me and I won’t be able to help myself. I know I’m going to come all over his face. He’ll feel how wet I am and they’ll both hear me moan because I won’t able to hold it inside like I usually do.
What’s coming is too big.
As at least two of his thick fingers nudge me open and push in to the hilt I find myself leaning back on Ethan.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers huskily into my ear. “Let it go.”
I shake my head but all he can say to my refusal is “Yes, do it. Show Nathan how good he can make you feel.”
It’s that thought that has me closing my eyes and moving my hips in short sharp motions against Nathan’s tongue. Although part of me is still so ashamed that I’m giving in to my base desires, the other part of me wants them to know how much I love them. And if I can show them this way, I might as well do it with style.
Nathan pumps his fingers, the very tips of them brushing against a spot inside me that feels so damn good.
“Oh god.” I hear my own frantic-sounding voic
e and almost don’t recognize it was my own.
“That’s it,” Ethan says. I can feel his erection pressing against my back. He drops one hand from my breasts and I know he’s reaching down so he can touch himself. I feel when he’s pulled out his cock because the wet head of it glides against my skin and Ethan’s hand moves up and down in long slow pulls. “That’s it,” he says again, this time almost dreamily. “Fuck her with your fingers, Nathan. Open her up so she can take us.”
I feel Nathan’s fingers parting inside me like opening scissors and that’s it. I can’t hold myself together anymore. I come so hard my knees give way. The twins hold me up as the most intense pulsing wave of pleasure washes over me. My pussy clamps down so hard on Nathan’s hand he would need to struggle to remove his fingers, but he doesn’t. He just keeps twisting them slowly as the orgasm carries me away to another place. It’s beautiful and warm where I go. My head feels light, as though all my troubles have been pushed aside and there is only peace. I’m not there for very long, though.
Nathan’s phone starts to ring.
6
TWO GOOD REASONS
Nathan’s cheesy ringtone seems to cut the atmosphere like a machete. His fingers are still up inside me and his face is so close to my pussy I can feel his breath on my thigh. Ethan still has a hold of one of my nipples, but the hand that was holding his cock has gone still. It’s like the real world has burst into our little dome of pleasure and we’ve all woken up from the sex-filled dream we were having.
No one moves. The phone eventually stops ringing and I see Nathan looking over my shoulder at his brother. The music has stopped now so the room is silent enough that when Nathan begins to pull his fingers from me, the wet sounds are audible.
Then the phone starts ringing again. Nathan gets up from his knees and goes to check the screen. His expression is guilty when he looks over at us.
“It’s Dad,” he says. “I’d better answer.”
“What the fuck?” Ethan barks. “He probably just wants to make sure we’re all home. Leave it.”
Nathan shakes his head and swipes to answer the call. “Hey, dad,” he says, sounding ridiculously happy and totally fake.
I can hear the muffled sounds of Wendell talking and Nathan’s expression drops again. “What happened?” he says, sounding shocked. I immediately pull away from Ethan and go to grab my pants from the floor, pulling them on hurriedly. Ethan touches my arm, and when I look around at him, clasping my hands to my chest, he shakes his head.
I frown and nod towards where Nathan is looking ashen faced. All he keeps saying is ‘okay’, over and over and he’s writing stuff down. None of it is seems like good news. I find my cami-top and pull it on, clutching my bra and panties in embarrassment. I move to look what Nathan’s written on the pad. It’s the address of a hospital in a town about two hours’ drive from home. I mouth to Nathan, ‘what’s going on?’ but he shakes his head as though he needs to concentrate on the call. He jots some stuff down. Insurance policy documents, Maggie’s blanket.
My heart skips a beat when I read the last thing. Mum’s blanket is special. Her nana crocheted it when she was little. It’s one of her most treasured possessions. Why would Wendell be asking Nathan about it? Ethan is by my side now and he pulls me into an awkward hug which I resist at first but then I sink into. I’m so grateful for his strength because I know that something really bad has happened and in a few seconds Nathan will hang up and then he’ll tell us, and I’m so damn scared.
“Okay, dad. We will,” Nathan says. Then there’s silence.
“What’s going on?” I can hear Ethan’s heart beating fast in his chest. It’s a rhythm that sounds a lot like panic, and matches my own.
“There’s been an accident.” Nathan rests his hand on my back. “Dad got away with some minor scrapes but Maggie…” His voice trails away and I snap my head around until I’m facing him.
“What?” I say frantically. “What happened to mom?”
Nathan’s eyes look glassy and I fucking lose it. “What the fuck, Nathan. Just tell me. I’m freaking out here.”
“She’s in the operating room. Her liver was damaged and they’re trying to repair it.”
For the second time that night my knees fail me and both twins reach to grab me under the arms. Ethan pulls me back against his chest and strokes over my hair, murmuring things that I know are meant to be soothing but nothing is registering.
My mom is everything to me. It’s just been me and her for such a long time and I can’t bear the thought that she’s hurting somewhere and I’m not there.
“We need to leave,” I say. “We need to leave right now.”
“Okay.” Nathan starts to get dressed. Ethan doesn’t let me go until his twin is in a position to take over my care. Then he pulls on his clothes at record speed too. I hear him open the door and walk down the hall to our parent’s room. He opens and closes drawers, I assume to gather the things he thinks they might need.
I feel like I can’t breathe and Nathan obviously senses it because he pulls back and takes hold of my face. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he says calmly and firmly. “When Eth is done, we’re going to get in the car and drive down there. By the time we get there your mom is going to be out of the operating room. You’ll be able to see her, okay, Carrie? You’ll be able to see she’s okay.”
“You don’t know that,” I say, and the tears that I’ve been fighting spill from my eyes and form cool trails on my cheeks.
“I do know. Everything’s going to be fine,” Nathan says, and for some strange reason I believe him. He’s so strong and in control it’s as though he could will things to be a certain way and they would be. I pray to whoever might be listening to my thoughts that they keep my mom safe, that they listen to Nathan and make it just so. I don’t know what I’d do if…
“I’ve got everything,” Ethan says from behind me. “Let’s go.”
I look down at myself and realize that I’m in no state to leave. “I need to get myself tidied up.” I’m suddenly on autopilot. That part of a person that kicks in to deal with basic things in a time of crisis is there. I pull away from Nathan and head down the hall to my room. I hear the twins follow but I can’t look at them now. If I see concern on their faces I’ll lose my impetus. I’ll break down and be no use to anyone. I pull out some jeans and a hoody from my closet and some clean underwear. I shed my lounge-wear and, when I’m dressed, I look at myself in the mirror. My lips are swollen from kissing and I have a small mark on my neck from where one of the twins was a bit over excited. I’m marked by what we did, and all the while my mom was suffering. I take a brush and try to remove the muss from my hair, tugging hard enough that it hurts.
My purse and phone are still on my bed where I left them so I pick them up.
“Okay?” the twins ask in unison.
“Yeah,” I say. “Let’s go.”
7
TWO SHOULDERS AREN’T BETTER THAN ONE
We drive to the hospital in silence, the sound of Nathan’s favorite band playing softly in the background. I stare out of the window, looking at everything that we pass but taking nothing in. It’s as though my mind is frozen at that point Nathan answered the call and it won’t restart until we get there and I know.
It’s the longest and shortest two hours of my life. A blur of cloudy thoughts and an awareness of Ethan and Nathan and the things that Wendell’s call interrupted. I can only see Nathan from where I’m sitting and his profile looks so serious as we pull into the hospital parking lot. Ethan turns and gazes at me over the back of his seat, worry coming off him in waves.
“We’re here, Carrie,” he says but it’s as though he’s asking me a question. Will I be able to walk in there and cope with whatever we are going to find out? I don’t have an answer but I nod anyway and that seems to be enough for him. Nathan finds a parking spot. The air is cold in a way that only comes with nightfall. I pull my sweater closer into my body, drawing my hands inside the cu
ffs. Ethan opens the trunk to retrieve the things he gathered at home.
There’s an odor that all hospitals seem to have, probably a mix of disinfectant and food, but it seems to smell like something more sinister; the creep of sickness and death. I follow the twins as they negotiate their way through the corridors, asking for directions every so often. They keep looking at me and I know they probably want to hold my hand but it’s awkward. There’s a lingering sense of something interrupted hanging between us. It’s as though fate intervened and cut short our foolishness. I feel a vicious stab of guilt that almost doubles me over.
We turn a corner before reaching a small waiting room. Wendell is there with his head in his hands. He has abrasions on his fingers and wrists. And a small bandage on his forehead.
“Dad,” the twins say at the same time.
Wendell is on his feet and across the room in seconds. “Carrie,” he says, pulling me into a hug. “She’s out of the operating room and in recovery. They said it went as well as it could and that we just need to pray now.”
“Pray?” My voice sounds vacant and hollow.
Wendell nods and I turn, looking for a seat. My legs are weak, as though they have lost their solid bone interior. My hands feel weak too. I’m sure if I was holding something it would fall from my grip.
I hear the twins asking their father questions about the accident but I can’t take in his responses. I close my eyes and think of my mom. I make a promise that I’ll do whatever it takes just so long as my mom survives. I’ll try harder at college. I’ll do more chores around the house without complaining. I’ll volunteer and do the things I’ve always meant to and never gotten around to; there’s a local foodbank that I’ve meant to sign up to support, and a soup-drive for the homeless. I’ll be a better person, someone who thinks about others. All of this is good but I know it’s not enough. I know I need to make a bigger commitment. If fate thought that what I was doing with Ethan and Nathan was so wrong, I need to make sure it doesn’t happen again. At that moment I promise that I’ll stop thinking about my stepbrothers in that way. We’ll go back to being family again. It isn’t too late. We can just put everything down to the fact that we are young and foolish. I’ll tell the twins we should have known better.
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