The Baby Arrangement (A Winston Brother's Novel #1)

by J. L. Beck

  I struggled against it. I was soon shaking, holding on for dear life as he kept tongue-fucking me. Unlike his brother, he was fully consumed with making me come. No playing around, just pure, unadulterated lust for me. Licking. Sucking. Massaging my ass and holding me up. I was already nibbling on my lip, the ecstasy that was spreading through my body building up and ready to unleash through me without any semblance of restraint. He was so damn good at this. Fuck, if giving them children was the price to pay to being eaten out like this all the time, it would be totally worth it.

  My eyes went wide in shock at the idea that such a thought could cross my head.

  No, don't think, just enjoy. None of my previous boyfriends had taken such driven pleasure in pleasing me like this.

  These two? If I wasn't screaming for them, they were taking it as a damned insult.

  I wouldn't want to insult them, now would I?

  Fuck, at this rate, I wasn't going to have a choice in the matter. I was writhing against Jack's tongue, my legs tightening as it was coming my way. A slight worry of slipping and falling passed through my head as I desperately clawed for the towel bar to hold myself up. I twisted my body around in the process, but that didn't deter Jack.

  Even with my ass in his face, he kept licking my pussy, massaging me, feasting on me. Fuck, this man wouldn't be stopped.

  I think I’m in love.

  I desperately tried to dissuade my own crazy thoughts, but he never stopped. He was relentless. Licking. Sucking. Fingering. It was all hopeless.

  My voice echoed through the bathroom as he finally got the first thing he came for out of me: forcing me to come for him.

  It hit me hard, pounding through my body without restraint. As I screamed, my grip on that towel bar only grew tighter. My heart was throbbing against my chest, and he didn't even stop. He wanted to own me, dominate me through pleasure alone, and I honestly thought he was succeeding.

  Even as his mouth left me, his fingers remained, stoking the flames of passion inside of me.

  He was standing up, stripping himself with the other hand, kicking off his shoes, his socks, those pants, and leaving only his throbbing cock as the thing catching my attention.

  Jack was Julian's twin again, and that was most definitely a good thing.

  His cock rubbed against my ass, but with the way he was talking, I knew that he wasn't going to go back there. The strength, the warmth moved down my crack and came at my sex from behind.

  I was already soaking wet for him, his tongue so strong and adept at pleasing me. He slid right in, almost impaling me on his cock.

  "God, how the fuck are you so damn tight?"

  I whimpered in delight for him. "Maybe you're just too big."

  "Am I now?"

  He was fully inside of me, and now was railing me hard against the wall, each thrust a powerful vibration rushing through me.

  Jack leaned in, arching me against him, kissing me right on the lips. His hands wandered down my body, letting all of me feel so absolutely loved. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them, tweaking my nipples. Then, slowly coming down across my abdomen, the strange sensation of him massaging it with his intent of taking me that way clear.

  He wasn't going to pull out. He wasn't even going to entertain the idea.

  I hated that my mind immediately told me it was worth it. All of my discipline, my beliefs, all for mind-blowing sex.

  Yet all I could do was moan for him. Moan as he jackhammered his cock into my sex harder, every penetration rocking my body, shaking me from my core, up my stomach, my breasts, my shoulders, my wet hair whipping with the motion.

  I was trembling against him, bucking back into him because everything I said was happening. That somehow wasn't enough for me. Jack's arms wrapped around my torso, him thrusting deeper, harder, stronger. It was almost painful.

  Almost.

  Instead, I was simply screaming for him. Yearning for him. Hearing the echoes of my moans bounce through the bathroom.

  I reached back, ran my hand through those bouncing locks of his, holding him close, ready for the ecstasy to finally unleash through me by his hand.

  Oh. Fucking. God.

  When it hit me, it hit me damn good.

  As if it was building on the day before, that previous ache exploded into a grand pounding pleasure, wholly consuming me like wildfire. My voice was hurting from all the sounds he was forcing from me.

  Jack held me close, pinning my body against his, thrusting fast, but growing slower, his own breath more ragged.

  As my vision went blurry from the sensory overload he had inflicted on me, the only thing I could feel was absolute bliss—and his cock’s final thrust inside of me, his seed rushing out of the head, injecting me with his essence, blast after blast and showing absolutely no restraint.

  I was flooded with him. Filled with him.

  Honestly, it felt as if I was completed, the part of me that was missing finally found. It was just right having my cunt dripping with his cum...with Julian's cum.

  God, I was such a damn whore.

  Jack wasn't just going to let go after having gotten his rocks off. He held me close, held me steady. There was an affection in this seemingly primal fucking.

  Even if all we were doing was leaning against a wall, he held me close for a time.

  Then he used his great strength to sweep me off my feet and carry me to my bed. God, I usually wasn't one for naps, but Jack had managed to fuck the energy out of me. I was spent.

  Setting me down, he laid another kiss on me. "Fuck, I really can't believe how great you are. How hot you are. How sexy you are. Where the hell did you even come from, girl?"

  I wanted to say something. Something clever. Snide. Witty. I couldn't muster the strength.

  He threw a blanket on me, a strangely caring action after everything that had happened.

  Then? He left.

  The door to my bathroom was still wide open.

  I could still see on top of my bathroom counter where he put the birth control down.

  It wasn't there. I had no illusions that I would be getting it back.

  What on earth had I gotten myself into, and why couldn't I tear myself away?

  Signing off on some business, reading documents, blah, blah. The game of managing my finances was a necessary evil, but it didn't mean that it was a fun one.

  Getting back home was something I always looked forward to. I could take a load off, have a drink, get some food, just a rare time to chill out and take it easy.

  More so than ever, though, I was looking forward to getting back to the penthouse. Let's just say something I very much enjoyed had taken up residence there.

  I stepped through the door, and I could smell it. Sweat and cum—the undeniable scent of sex.

  Coming out of our guest room—now a room for Cassie—was Jack.

  "I see you've gotten time to bond with Cassie," I said, going to the kitchen table and taking a seat.

  "What makes you say that?"

  "Look at yourself. Do I really have to explain it?"

  He did as I asked. "Right. Um. Yeah."

  "I knew you wouldn't be able to hold back if I couldn't."

  He sat down beside me, dropping a tin in front of me. I reached over and pulled it to me. "Birth control? Did you try to get her to take these?" I raised an eyebrow.

  A soft smile came to Jack's face. "On the contrary. I stopped her from taking it."

  "Really now? And then you fucked her, and for some reason I'm doubting you showed the proper discipline in pulling out before you busted your nut."

  "Hey, you didn't, so why should I?"

  "Because I remember you chewing me out yesterday about not littering bastards everywhere."

  "Well, little brother, let's just say you painted an incredibly vivid picture for me, and I liked what I saw. Fuck, she's hot enough already to be doing this to us. What other girl had driven us this batty?"

  I delved into my thoughts. The twin game was fun to p
lay sometimes. I wouldn't say every girl, but damn near close to it, liked the idea of being fucked by a pair of buff identical twins. When we wanted easy mode for our conquests, we readily exploited.

  We always chased, but only for a night and after a few drinks. Furthermore? We wrapped our dicks up, no matter what the girl said. We weren't going to take chances.

  Cassie made us a slight bit crazy. We didn't need the slightest drop of alcohol, and using a condom with her almost seemed criminal. As if she was so much of a goddess that you didn’t bring a soulless and artificial piece of latex into a situation like that.

  "I expected you to throw more of a fit, Jules."

  I shrugged. I didn't know why I wasn't terribly offended either. "She's something special. And I guess my primal monkey brain can be a bit rational sometimes."

  "Primal monkey brain?"

  "We're both fucking her. No protection. No restraint. There's something inside us that sees Cassie as our one true mate, and it's kicking us into wanting to make her bear our children. It's our most basic biology. We think we're above it, what with being geniuses and creating massive, effective numerical algorithms, but we're still human. Still primates. Still not much more than beasts."

  Jack gave me a funny look. "How does that make a rational, primal monkey brain?"

  "Well, who else on this planet has the exact same genes as I do? Who's pretty much my clone at the genetic level?"

  He laughed. "Me, unfortunately. It's a horrible burden to carry, believe me."

  "Not what I mean, bro. Whoever’s seed does claim her, we both claim her. She belongs to both of us."

  Rubbing his chin, he smirked. "I see where you’re going. I guess you're fully on board with the whole knock-her-up train, even though we both know it's a bit crazy?"

  "Are you going to stop? You going to keep your dick in your pants, or at least remind yourself to wrap it up?"

  "Uh..." He thought to himself.

  "Exactly."

  I stood, grabbing the birth control pack, and walked over to the kitchen sink. I opened each slot, emptying the pills down the drain, and then throwing on the garbage disposal, utterly destroying any semblance of chemical protection in the way of our twisted plan.

  "The way I see it," I continued, leaning against the sink, "is we stop fighting our instincts. Our bodies are trying to push us toward something good, and I'm not going to deny it."

  "Give in to our baser desires to the fullest, huh?"

  "It's not like we can't afford to treat our whims, and hey, maybe being a grandmother will help bring Mom back down to earth and back from this Jean Pierre Jacques asshole, whoever he is."

  "Yeah, use our success to make ourselves happier, huh?" Jack was silent for a moment. "What if she's not on board with it?"

  "She sounds like she's pretty on board with it."

  "Yeah, but she hasn't really been able to think about it. We just sweep her up in the moment, take her, and not even let her rationally think it through. I mean, it's fun and all, but I can't help but feel I'm taking advantage of her."

  I hated when Jack had a point. "Well then. If she comes up and tells either one of us she wants no part of this, it's hands off. She makes us both hot as hell, but if she says no, then we don't go. We deal with it. We let her do the job properly and care for Tiff. We'll just have to get used to walking around with raging erections until the novelty wears off."

  "Fuck, that sounds painful."

  "You're the one who had to bring up ethics, man."

  "It's for the better, I know, but damn."

  "You really think she has a chance of turning us down? She's the same sort of monkey-brain driven sack of hormones that we are, man."

  "I know, just..."

  I hated seeing that Jack had some doubts. It suggested to me that there was a possibility that everyone wouldn't be on board with our insanity. That having Cassie was a short-term prospect.

  What a horrible thought. As much as I talked about rational, biological impulses, though, human beings were above that.

  We were controlled by desires, purpose, morals, and a whole lot of things.

  Cassie was a woman, yes, and one we enjoyed very much and who enjoyed us back.

  I loathed the thought that what I wanted might not be what she wanted.

  That I would only get to taste heaven once, and then I never would again.

  God, I hoped she was as twisted and horny as we were.

  Jack must have been born in a barn, the old, stupid proverb went.

  He didn't close my room's door all the way.

  Then he proceeded to have a long discussion with Julian which I could easily overhear.

  One in which my birth control was shredded in a garbage disposal.

  One that was really scaring the crap out of me.

  They had some pathological attraction to me. Some need for me. It was way beyond just sex.

  If it was over the top just wanting to fuck me, I could almost understand that.

  They were completely and utterly determined to knock me up, though, make me have their children.

  I couldn't wrap my head around it.

  It wasn't that I thought they would be a bad set of guys to have a child with. They were speaking about all this biological drive, and God, it applied to all of them.

  Hot, sexy, rich, yet still kind enough to their mother and sister.

  There was more to it than that. We weren't just genes and hormones, and we weren't just guided by those alone.

  I wanted love. Stability. A career. I didn’t know.

  Yet I didn't want to lose them either.

  God, my head was hurting again.

  I was supposed to be taking a nap, not listening in on a conversation not meant for me. Yet I continued to lie there, staring at a wall clock, knowing that the time for me to pick Tiff up from school was drawing nearer.

  All I could think was for time to hurry up. If I was doing things with their little sister, they weren't going to do anything seriously adult to me. She was my shield and how I was going to buy time.

  The time drew near to actually do my job. I tried to keep my mind blank as I got ready, running myself through the shower again. As I ran a rag across my belly, I was hit with the thought that they might have already succeeded. I did some period math in my head and realized that yes, it was well within possibility.

  Fuck.

  Again, I pushed the negativity out of my mind. I put on clothes and realized I had chosen to dress more conservatively than I usually did. A long-sleeve shirt and pants, showing off as little skin as possible.

  It was probably for the best.

  As I exited the bedroom, I passed Julian sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop open.

  "Hey there, beautiful."

  "Um, uh, I gotta go get Tiff," I said as a completely asinine response to his greeting.

  "All right, then, go ahead and do that. We have to talk about something, you know. About you. About me. About Jack."

  He leaned forward, looking at me with longing. I knew that if it was practical, he would have gotten up and rushed me right then and there, tore those clothes off and deposited another hot load inside me.

  I wouldn't stop him. I wouldn't even try.

  That's what terrified me. My reactions.

  Pushing it away again, I nodded and headed for the door.

  My mind was taxed. Why couldn't this be a normal job? Tiff seemed like a good girl and wouldn't be nightmare to take care of. If Julian and Jack didn't have raging boners for me on sight, they seem as if they would be fine employers, too.

  It wasn't that they were bad people. Far from it. God, finding a man who actually cared if I came was amazing, yet finding two? I’d won the damn lottery.

  Picking Tiff up was pretty easy. They had already cleared all the red tape of allowing me to do so. "Hi, Cassie!" she was so happy to declare. She really was a happy-go-lucky kid—nice until you gave her reason not to be.

  "You have a good day at school?"
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  "Yeah! I drew a dinosaur. Wanna see?"

  She didn't give me a choice in the matter, fishing out the art before I could say a word. Luckily, I hadn't started the car yet, so I wasn't dealing with having to appreciate an elementary school kid's art while driving.

  It was pretty good work for an eight year old. "This is pretty good. Did you want to be an artist when you grow up?"

  "Maybe. I don't know. I want to do lots of things. Maybe art. Maybe astronauts. I don't know. Can't I just do everything?"

  "It's not that simple, little girl."

  With Julian and Jack looking out for her, she didn't have to worry about career viability. She was free to grow and do what she pleased. She’d lucked out; the world truly was her oyster.

  I sort of wanted to watch her grow into it. Be supportive. I hated when a parent was so crushing on their child, and I had to just stand by and be told not to contradict them, no matter how much I disagreed.

  Taking her up to the penthouse, I continued to use her presence as a shield—playing board games with her, then some video games. I even tried to teach her some card games. She was a quick learner, but anything above blackjack seemed beyond her grasp.

  All the while? Jack and Julian came and went, eyeballing me as if I were prey, ready to leap on me as soon as I was alone and they wouldn't have to expose little sister to something very much too adult for her.

  The night continued to pass. She ate dinner. I looked at the clock. Eight-twenty-five.

  She was already yawning. Damn, she really was punctual in passing out so early.

  When she was asleep, she wouldn't be there to protect me from her horny brothers, and it definitely seemed that they were both in for the night.

  I knew from what they said I could wave them off. I could put a stop to all of this.

  There was just the problem of not knowing if I wanted to. It was a problem I didn't want to face, didn't want to answer, and kicking the can down the road and maintaining the status quo was the best I could hope for.

  Little Tiff yawned. I picked her up and carried her to bed, tucking her in. A deep breath. I knew the brothers would be waiting for me, desperate to leap on me and strike. Daunting as hell, I felt as if I was on a funeral march as I walked out of that little girl's room.