But the thing was, it wasn’t an accident. She’d somehow convinced Kacey to get into the car with her, and the bitch had driven them off the bridge, purposefully crashing the car into the water. I ground my teeth at the evilness that ran in that witch’s veins.
But as I looked at our stepsister, my heart was filled with remorse. For whom, I don’t know. For Kacey, who was in critical condition, her form pale and motionless under the sheet. For me and my brother, who’d survived the death of Kathryn, only to have the incident repeated now. And even for Patricia, whose misplaced jealousy and hatred had fatal consequences.
Logan burst into the hospital room, his eyes wild, his suit askew. He immediately took in the situation and knelt at Kacey’s side, taking her lifeless hand in his big fist.
“Please baby,” he pleaded. “Please wake up. I’m so sorry I got you into this.”
How Patricia persuaded Kacey into the car, we’ll never know. But we were in for the shock of our lives.
“Are you Ms. Donagan’s next of kin?” a doctor asked, coming into the room.
“Yes, we’re her brothers,” I confirmed. “Our parents are currently unavailable, she has no one other than us right now. How is Kacey? Is she going to be okay?” I demanded. Logan growled, determined the rip the medical charts out of the doctor’s hands if necessary.
“Mister … I’m sorry, what was your name?” the doctor asked.
“I’m Lance Phillips and this is my twin Logan,” I said quickly. “Kacey is our sister. Now about our sister, is she going to be alright?” I rushed.
“Mr. Phillips,” said the doctor slowly, nodding at both of us. “Kacey will likely be fine … as will her baby.”
Hearing the words, both Logan and I fell back, stunned. Our sister was pregnant! With our baby, holy shit. And suddenly everything shifted, it was like shapes coming into clarity, colors becoming brighter, more vibrant. Because I realized that the most important thing in the world wasn’t Patricia’s evil revenge, grieving over Kathryn, or any fall-out from the imminent discovery of our pseudo-incestuous relationship. Instead, the rightful focus was our sister and the impending baby on the way … our son or daughter.
“Doctor,” I said roughly. “How long before Kacey wakes from the coma?”
The doctor looked at me strangely. “She’s not in a coma,” he replied. “She’s merely resting. The car crash and swim to safety exhausted her. We gave her fluids, but she’s fine,” assured the doctor.
Blood rushed back into my body and I swore to the heavens that I’d do my best by my sister and the child. I’d never been so grateful to hear such words.
“Thank you,” said Logan fervently. “We’ll take good care of her.”
“She’ll be under observation for a few more hours, but she should wake soon and you’ll be able to take her home,” said the doctor briskly. “Any more questions I can answer for you, Mr. Phillips?” he asked.
“No,” my brother and I said simultaneously. “Thank you for your service.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kacey
When I came to the world was a bit fuzzy, but so long as I wasn’t in water anymore, I was okay. My brothers grasped my hands in theirs when they realized I was awake, stroking my palm and my hair.
“Baby,” said Logan. “How are you feeling?”
“Honey,” said Lance. “Why didn’t you tell us you were pregnant?”
The truth was, I’d only recently found out about the pregnancy myself and was still deciding the best way to tell them. I wasn’t sure how they’d react. I mean, we’d never used protection, always bareback, and there had been a lot of fucking in recent months. So it was only natural that I’d get pregnant, right? After all, I was a fertile nineteen year-old woman.
Nonetheless, I was still nervous and had literally been in the midst of a home pregnancy test when the doorman buzzed, announcing that a “Patricia” was downstairs. I was confused. I’d heard my brothers speaking about Patricia occasionally, but only in hushed tones when they thought I couldn’t hear. I’d figured she was a problem employee or something of that sort.
So I was wary about letting her come up to Lance’s apartment. Instead, I’d walked downstairs, figuring she couldn’t do any harm to me in the lobby.
And the woman had been charming, vivacious, even friendly, grabbing my arm and making buddy-buddy. My suspicions were raised, but she was prepared.
“You’re Kacey, right?” she purred.
“Yes,” I said tentatively. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“I’m a friend of Logan’s,” she said confidentially. “And I just wanted to show you something.” She whipped an old newspaper from her designer purse, the headlines screaming, “CURVY BLONDE DROWNS AT DYKE POND.”
All the blood drained from my face as I scanned the story. Evidently, Logan and Lance had been involved with a girl named Kathryn long ago, who had died when Logan drove a car off a bridge into a lake. The worst part was that he hadn’t reported the accident for several hours. Instead, he’d wandered around the neighborhood, talking gibberish to himself, instead of calling for help from a neighbor or dialing 911.
I didn’t know what to think. The incident had been ruled an accident, but Patricia tried to persuade me otherwise.
“Come on, get in the car and I’ll take you to Dyke Bridge,” she’d said. “It’s a walking overpass, more of a dock even, you can see for yourself.”
Like a dummy, I’d gotten in, cradling my belly, unable to still the crazy whirl of my thoughts. Was the father of my child a murderer?
The drive started off okay. Patricia chatted amiably about shopping, her life, how she knew Lance and Logan. But something was fishy. When I asked her why she was driving Logan’s car, she’d brushed it off, saying Logan let her borrow it once in a while. That couldn’t be right. I knew Logan got antsy when anyone drove his car, even parking valets. And that wasn’t all. Patricia knew too many details about me, like the fact that I was a dancer at the Donkey Club.
And as we got closer to the bridge, I realized I’d made a huge mistake. The woman was starting to jabber, her manner becoming overblown and crazy, her words fast, almost manic, eyes rolling in her head.
“Patricia,” I said calmly, “why don’t we stop for a bathroom break? I could use one.”
“We’re almost there,” she snapped.
“But there won’t be any bathrooms at the bridge,” I said reasonably. “I need to go now.”
And she turned on me, the bitch showing her true colors. Before I realized it, she’d slammed the childproof locks into place and picked up speed, barreling down the highway at 80 miles an hour. I saw the sign for “Dyke Bridge” whiz past, and then the bridge itself with the lake beyond.
Suddenly, I realized what she intended to do. Slowly, I put my hand on a crowbar I’d seen under the passenger seat and gripped it. When the car plunged off the bridge into the water, I immediately smashed the window, managing to extricate myself from the vehicle and swim to the dock. Panting and exhausted, I’d hauled myself up, watching as the car sank slowly into the water, only bubbles showing where it’d once been.
I couldn’t move, I was too tired from the frenetic escape, and when voices approached, a woman’s voice asking, “Ma’am, ma’am, are you okay?” I let the black take over, dropping off into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Kacey
One year later …
So that’s how I came to know my stepbrothers’ startling past, that they’d once loved a girl who was dead now. Her resemblance to me was uncanny, and I had to ask.
“Patricia mentioned that you were drawn to me because I look like Kathryn, your ex-girlfriend,” I said slowly. “Is it true?”
My brothers took their time answering.
“Baby, we’d be lying if we said it wasn’t,” began Lance, “because you do look like her. The moment we saw you in the Donkey Club, it was like Kathryn come back to life, seven years later.”
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�But you are your own person,” stated Logan emphatically. “We’ve gotten to know you in the months since, and while you are like her in some ways, curvy, sassy, sweet and intelligent, you’re also different. You’re the woman who’s our baby’s mother, and Kathryn was a girl we met at summer camp, nothing but a teenage love.”
“Please believe us,” continued Lance, “when we say we’re absolutely committed to you and our son, one hundred percent.”
Because baby Luke had been born two months ago, and was the center of our lives. With his black hair and green eyes, he was a miniature of his daddies, his gurgles and coos ringing through the apartment at all hours.
And I decided to trust my gut instinct. I had no sense that I was a replacement for another woman in the months that I’d known Logan and Lance, no sense that they were trying to fill a gap in their lives through me. Instead, I knew that my brothers treasured me, that the baby and I were their number one priorities now.
But I still had more questions.
“Logan,” I said slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me about Patricia? She said you were engaged.”
His face turned ashen.
“We were never engaged,” he ground out harshly. “That was all in her dreams. She lived with me because she helped me through a hard time, but we didn’t even share a bedroom and I certainly didn’t fuck her after meeting you.”
“Are you moving in with us now?” I asked tentatively.
Logan and Lance shared a glance.
“Sister,” said Lance, taking my hand. “We want to start a life with you. We want to get a bigger apartment, a family-sized apartment, for the three of us and the baby … and more babies to come,” he murmured.
“Yes,” added Logan. “We want Luke to have a sister … and maybe another sister and another brother,” he grinned.
My heart started beating fast. That was four children! But my brothers had foreseen my startled reaction.
“Don’t worry honey, we’ll get nannies to help,” chuckled Lance.
“And the kids won’t want for anything,” promised Logan. “But there’s no time to lose right? Four kids is a lot, and we’re only on number one right now,” he said, looking my body up and down, appreciating those sassy curves.
Suddenly, I knew why I was with these men. They hadn’t cared what the world thought. Not that we were step-siblings, not that they were having a baby with their sister, not that their reputations had been tarnished by two suspicious deaths. Instead, Logan and Lance were totally committed to doing right by me and my baby.
So I felt loved, completely and totally loved by my steps, my heart beating faster as I leaned forward to kiss them.
“Logan,” I murmured, “Lance.”
“God, I love hearing you say our names,” growled Logan. “Come here, sister.”
And he swept me onto his lap, sweetly kissing my neck, trailing his tongue against the elegant slope of my shoulder. Although I’d given birth only two months earlier, my body had bounced back remarkably well, on show in a clingy rose-colored shift.
“Let’s see what we have here,” rumbled Lance, getting on his knees between my legs. He lifted the hem of the pink dress, exposing my thighs inch by inch. My legs parted of their own volition as he watched with hungry eyes, revealing the moistness at my center, that part of my body wet and desperate for my brothers’ attentions.
“Sweetheart,” growled Lance, never taking his eyes from my cunt. “Are you ready for loving again? Is your body ready?”
I smiled at him, even as Logan squeezed and massaged my teats. “Yes, brothers, it’s going to be okay. In fact, I was thinking of giving you an extra treat.”
“Oh really?” murmured Logan, whispering in my ear as his hands glided over my creamy flesh, stimulating my nipples, tweaking and pulling, making me gasp. “What would that be?”
I slowly extricated myself from their arms and skipped over to the bathroom.
“You’ll see, just give me a moment,” I shot over my shoulder with a wink. “I’ll be right out.”
And I took a quick shower, sudsing myself up, shaving my pussy so it was bald, making myself beautiful. Labor and delivery had been hard, but I was still a woman with two men to please, and I intended to do it like a pro. I wanted to dance for them again, remind them of my sensual rhythm, maybe using a dildo as a prop, self-fucking my chubby pussy while they watched.
But before I could rinse, the bathroom door banged open, and there stood my two brothers, totally nude, masculine and imposing, their fifteen inch dongs heavy and hard, pointed straight at me.
“Honey, it’s time,” said Logan. “No need to get clean.”
“Baby, now,” commanded Lance.
Oh god, I felt my cunny dripping at the size of those massive forms. Their male bodies were perfect, testament to the god Adonis. Tall, broad shoulders narrowed to slim hips, plus heavy thighs which I’d bit in lust more than once. And oh god, those cocks.
I still remembered riding those cocks that first night I met them at the Donkey Club. How I’d been a shocked little girl then, dancing for dollars, willing to experiment for a five thousand dollar bonus.
And the men, god, how these men had changed my life. I was now the mother of their son, they were fathers to my child, and we were brothers and sister too, tangled in a web of relationships. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the overwhelming love and lust that guided our trio.
“Brothers,” I said sultrily, leaning forward and cupping my breasts. “Suck?” I invited, squeezing the creamy mounds.
And immediately my brothers were on me, stepping into the stall, their massive forms filling up the tiny tiled area. Their shoulders reached from one edge of the enclosure to the other and I was sandwiched in between, the tips of my nipples skimming Lance’s chest while my butt brushed Logan’s thighs, both of their dongs hard, hot and heavy, pressed against my tummy and back.
With a sweet sigh, I got on my knees between them, letting the water pound on us as I took my brothers’ cocks in my mouth. It was fucking amazing. Thirty inches is what gave me my start, and I’ll never regret it. I used techniques they’d taught me, pulling both heads in at once, running my tongue in a figure eight over and around their pink, bulbous glans, lapping up their sweet pre-cum as I tried to burrow my tongue in the sopping slits.
“Fuck, little girl,” groaned Lance, grabbing my wet hair, stabilizing himself while stroking my shoulder. Lance was the same. Although his body was rock hard, stiff in its ecstasy, he was curiously gentle even with his dong massive and desperate in my face.
“Sister,” he ground out. “It’s been too long. We need you.”
And that’s all I needed to hear. I crouched face down on the shower floor so that I was almost in a ball, my ass waving in the air. Provocatively, I reached my hands back and parted my butt cheeks, holding my flesh apart so I could tempt them with both holes, letting them see straight into my pussy and ass.
“DP me, brothers. Do it,” I breathed.
They didn’t waste a moment. Logan got on his knees behind me, shoving that massive cock deep into my pussy. I shrieked loudly, my cries ringing in the tiled room. Ahhh, it was fucking amazing, I was stretched so tight and full as he ran that fifteen incher into my vaginal canal.
Meanwhile, Lance straddled my back, leaning forward to let his dick trail against my anus. I moaned, and he took that as a sign of readiness. He pressed that donkey dong against my tight little button, and I tensed automatically, my rectum resisting the penetration. Lance wasn’t deterred though, chuckling a bit at my instantaneous reaction. He rimmed me with his finger, massaging me, getting me used to the feel, before applying pressure again, and this time my anus popped open, admitting a few inches of cock.
I moaned, my cheek pressed to the shower floor, my breasts smashed against my knees as both brothers rode me from behind. I was stuffed to the max, their penises rubbing against each other through my thin vaginal wall, beginning a deep and highly satisfying rhythm.
“Unnh, unnh, unnh!” I squealed, as they penetrated me, one dick in and the other out, over and over again.
“Shit,” ground Logan. “You’re so fucking tight,” he panted, burying himself up the balls again and again.
“Keep going, brother,” growled Lance. “Because I’m about to come in this sweet little butthole!” And with that he let out a load roar, dominating my ass, his penis spurting heavy ropes of cum again and again into my anal chamber, reaming it, making my cry out in pleasure, totally spread and open, their fuckdoll for the taking.
As Lance filled me with his seed, Logan too wanted a piece of my ass. Once his brother pulled out, he pushed into my anus, creamy seed dripping down my thighs, splashing onto the tile floor, oozing out around his penis. He too fucked my butt, enjoying the sloppy used feeling before letting himself erupt.
“FUUUCK!” he roared, his fifteen incher letting loose inside me, his deposit joining his brother’s semen, sweet and virile, coating my GI tract and shooting so deep I could almost taste the saltiness in the back of my throat.
I too released, my cunt and ass clenching down hard on his dick, spasming as I milked him for each jet of cum, hoarding each precious spurt, my body a hungry cumslut. My breasts were raw, massive and trembling, and I fingered my nipples as I was violated from behind, the sensations overwhelming, magnificent, rippling in waves through our bodies.
As I slowly relaxed, letting my breathing stabilize, still curled up on the floor, I realized what a sordid picture we made. Naked, steamy, our privates rubbed raw and sore from the uninhibited fucking, pools of semen and pussy cream around us, male cum leaking from both my holes.
But I wouldn’t want it any other way … these are my brothers, my men, and I love them. My body and mind belong to them, and they to me as well.
EPILOGUE
Kacey
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