Beast Brothers 2: An MFM Twin Ménage Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  As if reading my mind, he spreads my legs even wider and starts to grind himself against me. Oh my god. His cock is right there, so close to my pussy, with only fabric separating us. I can almost imagine how it would feel to have him pushing inside me.

  Our bodies are so close, nearly one, and the strength of his body as he’s holding me up is so fucking sexy. I feel like I’m his, and that’s all I want to be right now.

  He continues to grind against me, his breath hot and fast against my ear. The sensations are rising quickly, spreading through me; my breathing is shallow, and suddenly everything is focused right there where his cock is rubbing against me.

  “Amber. I want to be inside you.” The low growl of his voice is what sends me over the edge. It’s like fireworks shooting off, white-hot pleasure arcing through me. That little spark is now a full-blown explosion of pleasure, and for a long moment I’m up in the sky bursting into a million pieces. Oh wow, oh fuck, oh Aidan.

  I have no idea how much time passes before I’m again aware of my surroundings. One minute? Ten minutes? Still pressed up against the wall, I find his strong arms supporting me as he holds me tight. I’m shaking a little.

  I open my eyes to find Aidan staring at me. What is he thinking? I surely wasn’t expecting that to happen; he probably wasn’t either. He said he wanted to be inside me, not have me use his body to do my own thing.

  My face is probably flushed red. I know for sure that my breathing is ragged and my panties are soaked. A small part of me is embarrassed, but a larger part has gone wild, craving him as though nothing else matters. Wanting him inside me.

  Before I can do something I regret, a sound from the room beyond distracts me and the reality of our surroundings comes crashing back. Sanity kicks a painful hole through the lust in my brain. Failing chemistry wouldn’t be nearly as bad for my scholarship as fucking my tutor in a public building.

  Tilting my hips, I slide my legs from his grip. I think they’ll be able to support me, though they feel wobbly with pleasure.

  I try to read Aidan’s expression, but I can’t bear to look at him long enough to tell what’s going through his mind. His eyes are a bit wider than usual; I think he’s also surprised by what just happened. Is that good, or is he thinking what a nympho I am?

  He starts to say something, but he’s interrupted when someone opens the door. I jump and Aidan quickly turns, his body effectively serving as a shield in front of mine. We didn’t get caught doing anything, but that’s not what it feels like. My emotions are much too strong to hide so quickly.

  Aidan tells the people at the door that we’ll be done in a minute. I smooth my clothing and comb my fingers through my hair, and without a word we gather our things and leave.

  Another student and tutor are waiting outside the room. I keep my head down and follow Aidan toward the front desk.

  “I need to log out. Will you wait for me outside?”

  I give him a small nod, still too flustered for words, and rush out of the building. I feel like anyone who sees me will know what just happened. I’m grateful we have plans to study at Aidan’s house, because I’m not sure I can ever go back in the tutoring center.

  The fresh air feels better than it ever has, and I hope it helps my flushed skin return to normal. My pulse is still racing, though from desire or nerves, I’m not sure.

  Alone with my thoughts, I’m already in a state of disbelief over what just happened. Kissing Aidan in a bar, that was understandable. It was dark, and late, and a bar is a place you go for some fun. But he just gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life in the middle of the day at the campus tutoring center!

  I find myself pacing in a small circle, my path mirroring the confused patterns in my mind. Here I am waiting for Aidan. Again. What am I going to say to him when he comes out?

  I don’t have much longer to worry, because he appears at my side without warning, slightly out of breath himself. “Hi,” he says, as if we weren’t just pressed against each other a few moments ago.

  “Hi,” I say, suddenly feeling shy.

  “Are you okay?” He’s got those eyes focused on me again, those beautiful, thrilling, dangerous, sexy eyes. I manage to meet his gaze this time, and I’m touched when I see what looks like genuine concern in his expression.

  I had no idea what to expect from him in this moment. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d made a joke, or been nonchalant, as though he dry-fucks girls up against the study room walls all the time. Who knows, maybe he does. But it makes me feel a little better that he seems to care how I’m feeling after our intense encounter.

  “Yes, I’m okay.”

  Someone passes close by on a bike just then, and Aidan turns to watch them. He backs a step away from me and looks around the quad for a long moment. I get the impression that he’s deciding how to make his exit, and my stomach goes cold. What if he tells me we shouldn’t get together again?

  I switch my bag to the other shoulder and shift my weight. Everything feels so awkward between us now. Maybe I should just say a quick goodbye and head off.

  Before I can make my exit, Aidan moves in close again and takes a strand of my hair in his hand. Then he leans in and whispers in my ear, his voice deep and husky. “I wish I could haul you off to bed right now and fuck you ’til you scream.”

  All my inner muscles tighten at his words, as if he’s already inside me and I’m trying to keep him there.

  He draws back and looks at me with those amazing eyes. “But we’ve got classes, and work, and … life. So for now … this’ll have to do.”

  His gaze drifts down to my mouth and I close my eyes as he leans in. His lips touch mine, but just barely. I feel him hovering there; his warm breath tickling my skin, his delicious scent surrounding me. Then he brushes his lips softly against mine, his movements so tender in contrast to his filthy words. His kiss is lingering, teasing, and makes me weak in the knees.

  He gently tugs my hair as he runs the tip of his tongue along my lip before deepening the kiss. Though I could easily lose myself again, I manage to remember that we’re outside where anyone can see us. I don’t resist him, though; I match his movements and am surprised at how long we carry on kissing.

  When he finally pulls away, Aidan looks at me for a long moment, then flashes a wicked, devastating grin. “See you later,” he says, and strides off across campus.

  Chapter 9

  Aidan

  There is nothing sexy about polymers, glass and ceramics, but try telling that to my cock.

  Right here in the middle of an industrial design production lecture, it keeps twitching. Maybe if I were actually listening to the lecture, I wouldn’t be having this problem, but it’s impossible to focus.

  I’m thankful for the partial cover the desk provides as I try to discreetly adjust myself. I take a few notes on material costs and sources, but it’s fucking hopeless. My mind is back in the study room with Amber, and my body keeps acting like it’s back there too.

  I can’t believe she showed up at the tutoring center. At first I’d wondered if she’d tracked me down, but she was clearly just as surprised as I was.

  God, there is just something about her I can’t resist, even though I probably should. I hope the tutoring situation won’t complicate things after we hook up. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. Girls are great for fun, but I’m not looking for anything serious.

  I find myself doodling circles, then ovals, and the shapes start to remind me of Amber’s wide eyes. She’s gorgeous, but she acts like she doesn’t even know it. Not like the girls I’m used to, who know exactly what their best assets are and don’t mind showing them to the world.

  Amber isn’t trying too hard with me. In fact, she isn’t trying at all. I’ve never had trouble attracting women, but ever since Throwback started getting big there’s no end to them. They come to the shows, they like the music, and then they want to claim a piece of the excitement.

  It was fun at first — a big perk of be
ing in a band. But now … I don’t know. It’s like the girls all look the same, and it’s gotten kind of empty.

  My phone vibrates, and I discreetly pull it out to see a text from Josh, our drummer. He’s going to be late to practice — again. His parents are getting divorced, and he’s dealing with their shit.

  Mine split up when I was just a kid, after my mom decided life as an engineer’s wife wasn’t exciting enough. She ran off with a tattoo artist and now they’re married, riding Harleys and reliving the ‘60s or something. I’m sorry for Josh but I wish he’d get it together for practice, at least.

  My oval doodles lengthen out into rounded curves, curves that remind me of Amber’s hips and ass.It must be the thrill of the chase that I miss. Amber responds to me, but she holds something back.

  God, I loved getting her off today. She took me by surprise, and that doesn’t happen often. After her good-girl attitude I never expected her to come like that. It was all I could do not to take things farther, see how much we could get away with.

  I want to make her scream. Sneaking around in the tutoring center was a thrill, but I want to get her alone, and naked, and make her yell so loud the neighbors can hear her.

  All around me people start packing away their stuff and getting up. Shit! The class is over and my notes are nothing but sultry sketches.

  I’ve never zoned out during an entire lecture before. I shove my notepad in my bag and look around. “Hey, Chris,” I say to the guy the next row over. “Can I get a copy of your notes?”

  He looks at me strangely, and I give an embarrassed shrug. “I was distracted; I missed most of the lecture.”

  Chris grins. “Girl trouble?”

  “Something like that.” He lays his notes out for me, and I snap photos of them with my phone. “Thanks, man.”

  Now I’ve barely got time to make it to practice, but damned if I’ll be late after I ragged on Josh, even just in my own head. I don’t know how I’m going to fit tutoring sessions with Amber into my schedule, but I will make it happen. Until I finish seducing her, she’s a permanent bullet point in my planner.

  The more difficult challenge is how to stop thinking about fucking her long enough to help her study.

  Chapter 10

  Amber

  I came really close to skipping my afternoon class. I have never cut a class and never even been tempted before, but after the morning’s events, I desperately needed time to think.

  Maybe if I’d taken a long run, or just gone back to the dorm and stared at the ceiling for an hour or two, I might have been able to sort out my thoughts. Doubtful though.

  Instead, I dutifully went to the sociology lecture and tried in vain to focus on other people’s problems instead of circling around my own confused brain. I wanted to think about the serious issues facing society today, but instead I kept trying to figure out what to make of Aidan’s kiss and the way he smiled right before he left me.

  His behavior seemed so intimate, so personal. He made me feel special, but is he just good at making any and every girl feel like that? And after what happened, is he assuming we’re going to sleep together? He said he wants to, and when he said it, I wanted it too, but … I know it’s not a good idea.

  My head tells me that I need to resist him and guard my heart, but my heart, and other very specific parts of my body, are sending completely different messages.

  I know that even if I spend hours contemplating every detail of Aidan’s behavior, I still won’t be able to figure out a course of action, so I decide to call on an expert. I ask Megan to meet me at BFOC, a coffee shop in the middle of campus. I need to confide in someone.

  Once we’re there, Megan talks nonstop and I start having second thoughts. She’s not going to believe what I have to tell her, and if she does believe me, I’m afraid she’s going to be jealous. But I need to talk to someone.

  I grab a yogurt and a granola bar from the case. My stomach still feels full of butterflies, and I can’t even think about eating something heavier. Megan orders a chef salad and I wait with her at the counter.

  “Want to sit outside?” I say, when she pauses between topics. “It’s such a nice day.” I haven’t actually noticed if it’s nice or not, but I’d like us to have some privacy.

  “Sure.” Megan takes her tray, and we pay and head out into the fresh air. It is a nice day, fortunately, with a handful of fluffy white clouds floating in a deep blue sky.

  She’s still talking as we get settled at a table under a big pine. Megan’s the type who thinks out loud — about everything. Finally, I get my opening.

  “How’s your day been?” she asks.

  I pause, take a deep breath, and decide it’s now or never. “I had an interesting day,” I start.

  Megan pauses in mid-motion as she’s about to take a drink of water. She can tell from my tone that something’s up. “Yeah?” she says, drawing out the word like a question.

  “Yeah … um … there’s this guy …”

  “What?!” Megan interrupts. “This is news! Since when is there a guy in your life?”

  I peel back the lid from my yogurt, second guess my decision to confide in Megan, and then decide to dive in anyway. “Since you took me to that bar on Saturday.”

  “No way! Is that where you disappeared to? Why didn’t you tell me?” She takes another swallow of water and picks up her fork, but all of her attention is on me.

  “It’s … complicated.” Her eyes widen and I want to shrink under the table, though a little part of me is excited to have something juicy to share. “You can’t tell anyone, okay?”

  Megan arches an eyebrow and looks at me with suspicion.

  “I mean it. Not even Eric, okay?” I say.

  “Why would I tell Eric?”

  Now it’s my turn to raise a brow, my expression making it clear that I’m not continuing my story without a promise.

  “Jeez. Okay. I won’t tell anyone, not even Eric. Cross my heart. Pinky promise.” She rolls her eyes and waggles her little finger at me, and I’d laugh if the butterflies fluttering up into my chest would let me. “Now what’s the big secret?”

  “So remember right before the band started, when I came in from the patio?”

  “You were out there gettin’ some? You go!” She laughs and I start to look forward to shocking her, which I know I’ll be doing soon.

  “All we did was kiss,” I say. “But today, it turns out he’s my chemistry tutor.”

  “That is so cool,” Megan says. She has a bit of a bless-your-heart tone to her voice, like isn’t it cute that I found a boyfriend. “But I don’t get it. Why all the secrecy?”

  “Well, the guy…” I fidget a little and look around, both excited and extremely nervous to drop my bombshell. Finally I lean in and lower my voice. “It’s Aidan Holt. From Throwback.”

  Megan’s jaw literally drops. Along with her fork, which thuds into her salad. Then her eyes sweep over me before peering into mine, as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m joking.

  “Say something,” I prompt.

  “If anyone else were to tell me this, I’d think they were lying.” She lowers her voice to an excited whisper. “You seriously hooked up with Aidan Holt?

  “We haven’t hooked up.”

  “But you kissed him Saturday?”

  I nod. “We kissed today too, and um…” I let my voice trail off. There is no way I can tell her what else went on.

  “Get out!” Megan says. “You’ve been making out with Aidan Holt? And he’s your chemistry tutor?”

  I laugh at Megan’s outburst, and at the improbability of the situation. It feels good to release the bubble of tension that had built up in my chest.

  “I have so many questions!” Megan says. She finally digs into her salad and I can see the wheels of her mind spinning on hyperspeed. I brace myself for interrogation. “How is he?” she asks after she swallows her first bite.

  I feel myself blush. “As good as you would imagine.”

 
“Mmmmm,” Megan says, not referring to her food.

  “He’s a good teacher, too. I think he’s really going to be able to help me with my chemistry, but I’m just afraid of what else might happen.”

  “What do you mean?” She cocks her head as she eats, and I feel relief come over me now that we’re finally getting to the heart of what’s bothering me.

  “Well, like you told me, he has a reputation …”

  “Yeah.”

  “And I’ve never …”

  Megan squints at me, trying to puzzle out my unsaid words.

  “I’ve never … you know…”

  “Oh.” Her mouth rounds into a little “o” before she nods in understanding. “And you’re thinking he might be the one?”

  I stir my yogurt and realize my stomach is not going to let me eat any of it right now. “I’m thinking he shouldn’t be the one. I know this is gonna sound stupid but I want it to mean something. I don’t want my first time to be with someone who’s got women throwing themselves at him every night.”

  Saying it out loud brings me back to the same thought that’s been bothering me all along. Why is Aidan coming on to me? If the girls at the bar were any indication, I’m nothing like the women he’s typically with. Surely he sees that. Maybe he’s a sex addict, or he’s going for some kind of record number of conquests.

  Megan says, “My first time is now listed as the main entry under ‘awkward’ in the dictionary. There was fumbling, there was a condom fail — thank god he at least had a backup — and there was a frustratingly quick conclusion, if you know what I mean. If I were you, I’d jump at the chance to get started with a guy who really knows what he’s doing.” She gets a faraway look on her face. “All that onstage sexiness has to translate into some real-life skill.”

  I don’t say anything, but I wonder if, when I decided to confide in Megan, I already knew exactly what kind of advice she would give me.