by J. L. Beck
Just having them inside me was a feeling that I was really struggling to cope with. It wasn't going to be just that, though. No.
They were going to fuck me.
Logan slid himself out a bit, then brought himself back in. All while Joel did the same. Alternating.
I thought one or the other was immense, but I suddenly had something new worthy of that word. This was intense. Incredible. I felt as if I was being torn asunder, but in a good way.
Every little nerve down there must have been beautifully flaring up, and all my young body could do was scream out as they took me again and again.
The strange, wonderful sensation of Logan fucking my ass, the spiking bliss of Joel taking my pussy. My entire body was consumed by all of this, and the only thing I could possibly think of was this blissful feeling looming over me.
Higher and higher, I was being taken somewhere new. Dear God, there wasn't even a fraction of a second I wasn't being stimulated by their movements. I was crushed between them, Logan leaning against a wall, Joel leaning against me, all of us in utter bliss.
I saw what this was doing to them, too. I wasn't totally alone in reaping the blissful rewards of this. I knew what my pussy did to these guys. Now, though? Well, I was inhumanly tight. My ass, my pussy, they were crushing their cocks, squeezing them, demanding everything from them.
So full, I was screaming. I had to be loud enough that someone had heard me, but at that point, there was no possible way I could care about any of it. Let the world hear me sing the praises of Logan and Joel, the Pierce brothers and their amazing cocks.
I was hanging on for dear life. Fighting off the orgasm just a little longer. The prelude to that final climax was almost torturous. I wasn't going to last long like this, and I didn’t know how anyone could.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I dragged my fingernails across Joel's back, my legs clasping around him. I didn't want this to stop. Not from either of them.
I felt as if I must have died for a moment, because there was no way anything on this earth could possibly feel as good as I felt at that moment. I soared toward heaven and relished every single microsecond of it.
The boys were right there with me.
Logan, buried deep within my ass, couldn't take any more of the sheer intensity and tightness my body was giving him. A rush of heat from him, a soothing, calming, almost welcoming invasion back there, strange yet welcomed all the same.
Joel, deep within the more traditional hole, my pussy traditionally milking him. Every bit of his seed, everything that was in his balls, it felt like the walls of my sex squeezed out of him. I felt blast after blast.
All of us were at our climax together. All of us relishing the bodies of one another. I never expected my dream of having the Pierce twins to come true.
I definitely never expected to enjoy it like this.
What felt like an eternity soon passed. I wanted it to be longer.
Yet for as long as it went, I hung on.
As much as I desired forever, nothing lasted that long.
Soon, Joel had to step away, his seed leaking out of me. It brought a small smile to my face that one of their seed had already taken hold, and this was just the cherry on top of everything else. I would relish my regular injections from both of them, regardless of my current fertility.
Logan gently set me down on a table, for lack of a better surface. I felt his cum leaking out of my ass, too. God, I felt like such a slut right then and there, two pools of two separate men's semen leaking out of me.
It was a good feeling.
The two of them laid down beside me. It wasn't the most comfortable of places, but as long as we were together, everything would be just fine.
Joel's arm draped over my breasts, Logan's over my ass. I was ready to fall asleep and dream such sweet dreams with them.
The world is a bit of an asshole, though.
A siren went off. A woman’s voice came on over the intercom. Something about a fire between Main and Prince Street.
"Fuck." Logan pushed himself up. "Fuck, couldn't just let me enjoy this?"
"Just be happy it didn't catch us in the act itself." Joel followed suit. He stood up and stretched.
I just smiled their way. "I'm not going anywhere. Go get that cat out of the tree or whatever this is."
"God, I came so hard my legs kinda ache," Joel said.
"Pansy. You’ll be fine," Logan fired back.
"She milked me something fierce, man. You know how tight she is when we do that?"
"I'll find out sometime soon, I'm sure."
I smiled their way as they rushed to get dressed. Time was of the essence for them. It really did make my time with them all the sweeter.
They were going on to dangerous things, but they would be fine.
Maybe the thoughts of me would pull them through.
I had faith in them.
The world wasn't cruel enough to take them from me. Not after it had given me the joys it had tonight.
I collapsed onto that table. They complained of sore legs, but my entire body was spent. I didn't care if anyone wandered in and gazed upon my naked, sweaty, cum-soaked body.
I was in heaven, and that's all that mattered.
Peace.
It's really underrated, especially when you're a new parent.
Babies want a whole lot of attention, and of course, you want to give it to them. You don't want to fail them. You want to be the best parent possible, even if you're not old enough to legally drink yet.
Little Rich was snoring away. This meant I could get back to the cooking.
Jeremy was coming over in a few hours, and I was doing the early preparations for Mrs. Pierce's famous pizza. Apparently, it took letting some dough sit out, so I was preparing it first.
Yeah, Jeremy got over it.
He'd been stressed out relentlessly by his job. You add that to his protectiveness of me, it was easy to see. He had seen the twins use other girls as if they were toys, and this sort of jaded him, making him afraid that they would take my heart and stomp on it, too.
Then, though, he saw something that really destroyed such a notion.
I was pregnant, yet they were still there. They wanted to be a part of my life. They showed me affection. Lots of affection.
To the point I wondered if they had a bit of a preggo fetish, really.
For now, though, I was unable to fulfill that fantasy.
For now.
Who knew if I’d fulfill it again a few months, because a year and a few months in, we still hadn’t gotten around to using protection.
At this point, I didn’t think I could really live without my regular injections from them. It was such an important part of my life now.
The front door to our newly bought home opened, and my two men came through, fresh off a long shift.
"I'm not hearing crying. Where's the crying? Is the kid okay?" Logan joked as he came in and immediately rushed over to me, grabbing me by the hips.
"Yeah, he's out like a light for a change. So I got the dough started."
"You remember the yeast?" Joel said as he came my way, standing to my side and urging me to turn so he could embrace me, too.
I quickly obliged.
"Yes. We wait a few hours and you have your perfectly aged yeast, Joel."
"Good. Only the best for you...and the rest of my family, too, I guess."
Sure, we weren't technically married. We couldn't really decide how we wanted to manage that, given the law tended to frown on unions that exceeded two people.
Some tax benefits and a piece of paper, though, seemed so secondary to just enjoying what we had.
"What you're telling me, Tate," Joel began, "is that we have dinner prepared, the kid sleeping, and the house to ourselves for an hour or two?"
"More or less, yeah."
"Whelp, then I know what we're doing with those two hours."
A kiss on my lips, and then Logan sweeping me off my feet decided
how we were about to spend our free time. My shirt was already being hiked up over my head, and feeling their hands all over my body was already making me giddy with anticipation.
These two couldn't get enough of me. This was my life now—endless lust, endless love, and everything in between.
I really wouldn't have it any other way.
The Billionaire's Nanny
J.L. Beck
Usually, when I got out of class, I would sit down someplace nice, take in the atmosphere, maybe flirt with a waitress or two. Get a phone number. Plan for a late-night liaison with her, with or without a date. Most of the time that date wasn’t needed. Then again, I was cocky like that.
Plus, it was how I relaxed.
Today I wasn't going to get that.
Something's gone awry with Mom.
I had serious doubts that it was anything potentially tragic.
No, I'd been expecting something like this to happen, just not at this exact time.
Waiting for the elevator, a man rushed up next to me. Looking over at him, it was like looking in a mirror. Almost.
Very few identical twins strive to be perfect copies of one another. Julian and I were no different. He'd leaned toward trying to be more professional, and he liked to keep his hair longer than I did, but at the end of the day, we were still more alike than we were different.
"Isabella call you eight hundred times, too, I presume?" I quipped, already knowing the answer to that question.
He nodded his head. "Sounds like she's at the end of her rope."
I rubbed at the scruff along my jaw. "Tiff can't be that bad. She’s just a little girl.” Then again, how could I say such a thing? I knew nothing about raising kids, or caring for them.
"You know how Isabella is, Jack. She's real big on family, which probably means it’s less Tiff and more that she's being kept away from her own."
He had a point.
The elevator arrived seconds later and we took our place in it, filing to the back of the metal box. We had claimed the penthouse on top of the tower as our own, something nice for us, as well as our mother and sister when we hit it big.
Julian and I were a little bit clever. Some would call us geniuses, but we didn't need our egos pet like that. We had plenty of other more creative ways of getting our daily affirmation that we were awesome.
We had created a funky little algorithm that tracked stock trading prices and anticipated when big, sweeping changes would occur, based on patterns of that stock in the past and of ones similar to it. We ended up turning a minimum-wage job's weekly paycheck into something that was paying dividends for us all to live on. We were quite nearly overnight successes, and for Mom? It was a burden off her over-stressed mind that she didn't have to work as a secretary, a waitress, and an Uber driver all in the same day just to make ends meet.
We reached the top floor in no time, and Julian led the way out of the elevator. He opened the door to the penthouse and called out for Isabella and Tiff, his voice echoing throughout the penthouse.
Luckily, the place didn't look like a tornado had torn through it, cutting out a couple possibilities.
We moved farther into the suite, closing the door behind us. I took in the scene before me, and as I suspected, Isabella's worry wasn't because little sister Tiff had become Lady Satan herself. She was actually just happily watching cartoons, behaving like a good eight year old should.
Isabella, who had been our housekeeper since we moved in, was sitting at the kitchen table, worried as hell, before she looked up at us. Hadn’t she heard us come in?
"Oh thank God, you're finally here," she huffed out.
"Yes? You asked for us, did you not?" I crossed the room. "What's going on?" I was all business, wanting to get down to the fact of the matter.
"It's Ms. Barnes. She’s um...she’s not here." Isabella wrung her hands together, worry marring her features.
"Hmm… Well, that’s definitely not a good thing.” I blinked trying to figure out what the hell it was that was going on. Mom didn’t normally up and leave without letting us know where she was going and what she was doing.
"She took off. Said she was going on a long vacation with some guy named Jean Pierre Jacques," Isabella said as if the guy’s name was part of one of those expensive perfume commercials.
"Jean Pierre Jacques?" Julian repeated, the name rolling off his tongue.
"I thought she was joking, but I'm two hours over my shift here and she's still not back and she's not answering my calls or texts." Isabella’s voice began to rise with panic, even as we were standing right in front of her.
"Seriously, Jean Pierre Jacques?" Julian blinked and shook his head, his gaze colliding with mine. We both knew this wasn’t going to end well.
"Ms. Barnes is a very troubled woman, boys. I know you two are too busy to take care of Tiff full time, so I asked my agency if they had anyone else that could nanny. They don't, but they did recommend a sister agency that deals in live-in nannies."
"Live-in nannies?" I snickered. "Like Marry Poppins or whatever it’s called?"
"If you want to call it that." She took a piece of paper from the counter and slid it over to me. "There's the number to call. I'm meant to keep the house tidy, boys. I'm not a childcare professional. However, it just felt wrong to take off and leave little Tiff here all alone."
A long sigh escaped my lips. "Thanks, Isabella. I'll be sure to make you sure you get proper overtime for all this."
Isabella grabbed her belongings and smoothed a hand down her shirt. "I need to get home to my girls. They must be starving, and I promised them not another canned soup dinner."
"Take care, Izzy." I gestured her way as she gripped purse in her hands before and taking off toward the door. As soon as the penthouse door closed behind her, I turned to my brother.
"You want to go see if Tiff knows anything about this?" I clenched my fist at my side, hiding the disapproval about our mother the best I could.
"Let’s.” He started off in the direction of the living room.
We didn't hate our little sister or anything like that. Actually, we loved her—a lot. It was just that everything had changed so suddenly in the past year. We hit our fortune. We freed Mom from having to work three jobs all at once, and we moved her and Tiff into this penthouse with a magnificent view of the city.
It was still unbelievable for me that she worked three jobs. Then again, she was a single mother with three kids. It's surprising she didn't snap sooner, all things considered, so I honestly considered her a hell of a woman, even if she was causing us a bit of trouble at the moment.
I pulled out my phone and was going to call her personally to see what this whole Jean Pierre Jacques thing was, but before I could even dial the number, an email appeared across the screen.
An email from her.
Apparently, she needed a nice long trip, and she was seeing the world with this guy who she'd been talking to online over the past few months. She said that we shouldn't freak out; she’d checked that he's not a serial killer and that they might elope, but she needs this. It’s been her dream since she was a little girl, and she won't be anywhere near a phone or computer for awhile.
Well damn.
It was sort of irresponsible of her to bail on Tiff, but maybe she was so stressed out that it made her stupid and think that Isabella's duty was to take care of her? So many years of single motherhood—along with some broken hearts along the way—is enough to send anyone to a shrink, right?
Or traveling the world with some French guy, I supposed.
I opened the slip of paper Isabella gave me. A live-in nanny, huh? It seemed to be the most obvious solution. Julian and I were busy with our college careers. Sure, we'd made our money, but the quickest way to lose money is to not know how to manage it. For example, most lottery winners.
We were driven to this whole “be smart” thing, so college was happening, millions and billions of dollars or not.
That meant we couldn't bec
ome Tiff’s sudden brother-dad hybrid. Sure, she was laughing and playing with Julian right now, but we couldn't do it alone, and since we had the money, we had options we could explore.
A live-in nanny, though? Au pair? Trumped-up babysitter? I mused on whom we could possibly get. I'd heard those fantasies about seducing the housekeeper and all that.
Isabella made me realize how silly that thought really was. She was middle-aged and happily married. Fantasies were just fantasies in my mind.
Pulling out my cell, I dialed the number, realizing I needed to focus on someone good for Tiffany instead of worrying about my dick so much. Finding girls who wanted a good time wasn't exactly hard for me anyway.
Even then? It was getting more than a bit old having a rotating cast of girls I would be sharing my bed with. I yearned for something steady, something real. Something to really make my blood boil with desire and keep me interested.
None of the girls I went to college with did that for me. Fuck, if I ever found a girl like that, I'd be all over her like a rabid dog. I listened to the automated system and options before pressing the “1” key so I could speak to a live person. It was mine and Julian’s duty to care for Tiff, and we were going to do whatever we could to make things right.
There's a thing about working with kids. The kids, for the most part, are fine.
Sure, once in a while, they throw a fit, they act irrationally, but you know at the end of the day they'll give in. A kid who doesn't want to take a nap doesn't have an iron will to stay up forever.
No, the kids have never been the problem with me and my job.
The problem you ask?
The parents.
"I'm going to report you to your manager!" she screamed at me as I walk away.
My eyes were wide with shock, as I could never believe what I'd been fired for this time.
The time before? It was sort of my fault. I'd been kinda late a few times, and they were a hard-ass about it. Fair enough.
This time though?
Mrs. Feasel was a total itch, as I would sometimes say when there were kids around.