His Baby to Keep: A Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  My heart almost stopped beating.

  “Move away? To where?” I asked weakly.

  “We have a friend in Little Prairie, Michigan,” said Troy. “Would you consider moving there for a few months, just until this blows over?”

  Little Prairie! Was this a joke? What do people in Little Prairie do? Farm? I had absolutely no idea.

  But I needed to consider what was best for my brothers, and for my baby. It would be serene and quiet, far from the tumult in New York.

  “Okay, I’ll go,” I said. “But only for a little while.”

  “Thank you honey,” said Troy, pulling me into his arms. “It’ll only be until the dust settles,” he promised, nuzzling my neck gratefully.

  Tyler too, gave me a sweet kiss. “Thank you baby,” he echoed. “We’re going to make you legit as soon as possible,” he promised. “As soon as this all blows over.”

  I was devastated inside, but didn’t want to make my brothers feel even worse than they already did. Instead, their closeness, the proximity to their big bodies, was already having its usual effect. Their hands trailed over my curves as the male bodies pressed in, hard, hot and massive.

  This is one of the things I’d miss most in Michigan. These two men, their personalities, their moods, their emotions, but also the sheer physicality of sex with them. Not many women have the opportunity to do what I’ve done, fuck two men while being in love with them, and I know I’m lucky. But god … months without Troy and Tyler, without their devotion, without our electric physical attraction? It was terrifying just thinking about it.

  With a desperate kiss, I pressed myself closer to them, my hands running through their hair, trailing down their massive chests. I wanted to show them how much I loved them, that this disaster wasn’t going to pull us apart, and with my body, I could tell the tale. Mewling, I pressed my breasts against Troy’s chest as Tyler pulled up my skirt, his hand trailing gently up my thigh.

  He rumbled deep in his throat as his hands skimmed my panties, the fabric sopping with desire. Like the devil he was, he traced that wet spot with his finger, teasing me, before pushing in, using the lacy fabric to rub and scrape against my insides.

  “Oh!” I squealed, helplessly writhing between my brothers’ bodies. My cunny was gushing, my boobs so heavy and full that they ached. Slowly, gently, Troy lifted my sweater, revealing the tiny demi-bra I wore underneath. He stopped, mesmerized. I had picked out this particular piece of lingerie with the twins in mind. It was lacy and semi-transparent, the material cut so low that my nipples peeped out just where the fabric ended. Right now, they were more poking than peeping, stiff and nubby, ready for my brother’s attention.

  “Oh fuuuck,” he groaned, deep in his throat before bending his head to catch a nipple in his mouth. I writhed helplessly as he suckled, lightning bolts darting from my nipples to my cunny, making me lube up even more.

  I gushed on Tyler’s hand, and with a growl, he snapped the panties off, dropping the drenched fabric on the floor. He got on his knees behind me, spreading my thighs, and took a deep lick of my cunt, savoring that pink, tingling flesh.

  “Aieeee!” I screamed, fireworks going off before my eyes. His tongue felt so hot, so slick and clever against my twat, lapping up my juice while tonguing my hole, playing with my clit, sucking and fucking with his mouth like never before.

  Troy meanwhile, had ripped my bra off and was now furiously suckling my breasts, darting his head between both nipples, trailing his tongue into the valley between.

  “Fuck, honey,” he breathed. “You taste so sweet.”

  And I could feel his shaft, hard and pounding against my belly, grinding against me. I shifted a bit, and his wet glans trailed against me, leaving a smear of pre-cum on the inside of my thigh as I stood on my tip toes, trying to press as much breast flesh into his mouth as Tyler tongued my cunt.

  But this is where doing twins gets exciting. They’re willing to share me, each man making sure I get the best experience possible. And right now, I was desperate for dick, with Troy’s dick just inches from my dripping cunt, questing for entry.

  Tyler stopped licking for a moment and took his brother’s cock in hand. Carefully, he guided it into my pink slit, watching lasciviously as the engorged flesh parted, accepting his brother’s fleshy crown as he slid deep into me. I felt unbearably stretched, that huge dong lifting me onto my toes, struggling with its enormous girth. To make things a little easier, Troy lifted me up into his arms so that he could fuck me standing, my legs circled around his waist.

  As I sank all the way down onto his pole, we both gave out groans of ecstasy.

  “Fuck sister, you feel good,” he ground out, his cock throbbing in my box.

  I could only mewl in return, the stretching was so intense, so filling.

  As Troy started fucking me, moving me up and down his pole, Tyler stroked my back from behind, dropping kisses onto my shoulder. As I expected, his hand traced over the curve of my back, over my ass, and down into the seam between my butt cheeks, finally finding my sensitive back hole. Tyler was an ass guy, and I knew what was coming.

  He probed my anus as Troy fucked me from the front, stroking my pucker, lightly running his finger over it, even lubing it up a bit with his saliva. After determining I was ready, he licked his hand and moistened his shaft, pointing the head at my rectum.

  “Ready brother?” he ground out. And Troy stopped moving for a moment to let Tyler make his entry.

  I gasped as I felt the second dick push into my anus. Both my brothers moaned, it was so fucking tight in there, Troy in my vagina and Tyler in my ass. Only a thin wall separated them, and the two hot cocks were so huge, so magnificent, that they rubbed against each other intimately, my pussy creaming wetly again as I was fucked two ways.

  Like syncopated swimmers, one began pulling out as the other pushed in. With graceful strokes, my brothers fucked me in the ass and vag, letting me enjoy the magnificence of twin sex. I would miss this, I knew, the double pummeling, the no holds barred intensity which accompanied every physical encounter with them. I came, unable to stop it, not wanting to stop it, my little body wracked with shudders as I was sandwiched between them, their dicks in my secret spaces.

  And that caused my brothers to come as well. Both male forms heaved and roared, massive gushes of white spurting into me, coating both my chambers with their virile, viscous sperm. I cried out as the hot spurts intensified, almost burning up inside with each pulse, each throb of semen like a bubbly, jizzing geyser.

  As our breathing relaxed, my brothers stayed in me, kissing me deeply, nuzzling my neck, murmuring endearments.

  “We love you Krissy,” said Troy. “Just bear with us through this difficult time, ok?”

  “Stay with us,” persuaded Tyler. “We’ll come get you, I promise.”

  And what else could I do but agree? I was limp and sated with their love, and would do anything to keep my brothers and my baby safe.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  Krissy

  I looked out the window from the farm in Little Prairie. I guess I should have known Michigan would be dreary in the winters, blustery and cold, far lonelier than New York. I was now seven months along, and I cradled my belly reflexively, my baby a solid and reassuring presence.

  Because despite my brothers’ promises, I don’t feel confident about our future. The woman I’m living with isn’t very nice. She’s doing Tyler and Troy a favor by taking me in, but it probably would have been better just to live in a hotel. I guess my brothers didn’t want their pregnant eighteen-year old lover to be off by herself in some strange town, no friends, no relatives, no nothing.

  And it’s been lonely because I can’t talk to them. We don’t speak on the phone, we don’t skype, we don’t anything with the trial going on. Instead, I follow them through the news, and the coverage is lurid. “LYON TWINS WORST KIND OF PIMPS!” “LYONS TREAT GIRLS AS PREY,” and all sorts of bad puns.

  But that wasn’t the worst of it. Jus
t the other day, I saw a clip of them on the news, and they had their arms around Rachel, the pretty bartender. Their heads were bowed together intimately, speaking about the case no doubt. But my chest cramped when I saw because there was an air of intensity about it, a certain familiarity which prickled my female instincts. I hope my brothers haven’t forgotten about me. I hope they still love me, that they still care …

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  Krissy

  I turned my face towards the sunshine, soaking in the warm rays. Summer in Michigan is beautiful, the weather warm and balmy, a breeze from nearby Lake Erie making the grass flutter. I watched as squirrels hopped from tree to tree, birds chirping above. Annie gurgled, her chubby hand reaching towards the animals.

  “Birds, squirrel,” I cooed, pointing out the difference. The baby laughed and smiled, waving her little arms frantically.

  It’s been a long six months. I’d given birth during the harsh winter of Michigan, the labor and delivery so painful that I hurt for months afterwards. I hadn’t really wanted to see the baby, my body and my heart sore. But when the nurse put her on my lap, I felt myself soften … and give way. Annie opened her eyes and blinked at me with a coo and a gurgle, and I was lost.

  There’s no one I love more in the world than my baby girl, with the sweetest blue eyes and black hair. I never thought that having a child would be so profound, like having your heart beating outside of your body. But it’s amazing, while being terrible at the same time because at odd instances, Annie will remind me of her fathers.

  It’s her blue eyes, the way they sparkle brightly, like jewels. And the deep black hair, so inky that it’s like soot. Plus, even her baby personality is like her dads – she can be impossible at times, refusing to sleep unless I rock her, much the same way Tyler and Troy could be stubbornly insistent on getting their way.

  But everything’s gone off the rails because I haven’t seen Troy and Tyler for almost a year now. They haven’t forgotten about me exactly. The checks come every month, and they’re generous, more than enough to support a single woman with a child in Little Prairie. But they’ve never come themselves, never made an effort to see their daughter, and we never hear from them either. No phone calls, no letters, no skype, no nothing. I wish I knew what was going on. But my efforts to reach them are always rebuffed.

  “I’m sorry, Tyler Lyon isn’t available,” their secretary said.

  “How about Troy Lyon then?” I’d asked hopefully.

  “I’m sorry, neither of them are available, I apologize if I didn’t make that more clear,” repeated the secretary.

  “Oh I see,” I said, hanging up with a gentle click. After a few weeks, I’d given up. And my brothers had long since switched cell numbers, for fear of harassment.

  But all that’s long since over. Governor Haley resigned from his position, the public spotlight shifting to the latest corruption in Albany. Which was good, because it meant that the focus was off of my brothers, off of their business enterprises and the prostitution ring they’d run at Club Luxe. So why hadn’t I heard from them?

  I sighed, and pulled my baby closer. I wasn’t sure what was next in life. I’ve been treading water, letting my body recover after pregnancy, focusing on taking care of myself and my daughter. But I’m alone, and it’s scary being nineteen with a baby. The woman I’d stayed with initially, the one Troy and Tyler had hooked me up with, turned out to be witchy and evil.

  “The mother doesn’t condone what you’ve done,” she said, eyeing my belly when I was pregnant.

  I was confused. What mother? What was she talking about?

  “The Earth Mother knows,” she said ominously, swinging an incense censer, blowing smoke my way. I clapped my hand over my nose, afraid of harming my fetus. I mean, I know that it was probably harmless plant material, but you couldn’t be too careful. And her insinuations became untenable.

  Minerva (as she called herself), continued to give me dirty looks, focused on my belly, her comments growing more pointed.

  “The Earth Mother knows that that child was conceived out of sin,” she murmured, making a warding gesture.

  I’d gasped. Did Minerva know that my brothers were the fathers of my child? How would she know? There was no one who would have told her … or so I thought.

  But instead of trying to solve the mystery, I moved out asap. I rented a tiny saltbox of a house near the lake, and hauled garbage bags full of stuff to the new digs, heaving and panting with my big belly in the way.

  And shit, it was fucking hard. After a day of moving, I’d sat on one of the garbage bags and cried, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I cursed my brothers for leaving me, and yet at the same time, missed them desperately. I needed their warm arms, their big bodies, their comforting words, and instead, I was in Michigan, alone and eight months pregnant, about to deliver their child.

  Even if they’d gotten off scot free with respect to the Haley trial, where did that leave me? The trial was over now, so why was I still alone?

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  Tyler

  I looked through pictures of Annie, her resemblance to myself and Troy unmistakable. She was chubby and smiling in just about every photo, her blue eyes wide and amazed with every new experience. Gorgeous, like her mother.

  It was fucking disgusting that my brother and I hadn’t visited her yet. But things are so fucked up right now that we didn’t wanted to risk dragging Annie and Krissy into this cesspool, this shit that was raining down on us.

  Not only had we lost Club Luxe, but we’d been forced to give up most of our other holdings as well. Now we were surviving with only one operation, Bar Brass, a totally legit outfit, all licenses in place, everyone legal, etc.

  Because that’s something that the public never realizes about trial. Sure, the focus was on Governor Haley and his slimy ways, but the average person never realizes that minor players get dragged through the mud as well, taking time off work to testify, paying for expensive legal counsel, or in our case, losing our businesses.

  Okay, so maybe my brother and I aren’t exactly the most innocent parties. After all, we were providing the governor with girls. But fuck! Losing all of our businesses except one? Fuck this shit.

  Rachel strolled into Bar Brass, her hair loose and wavy. Was it my imagination, or was she wearing some seductive clothing? But I shook my head. She was a bartender, and bartenders need to dress sexy to get better tips.

  But she had on slutty fuck-me heels, shit that was hard to move around in. I figured she’d change her shoes before her shift started because one, it can be fucking slippery behind the bar and I don’t want to see my workers’ comp shooting up, and two, no one bartends in high heels, it’s too fucking painful when you’re on your feet the whole night.

  “We expect a lot of people tonight?” she purred throatily.

  Rachel had been a life saver. She was the one who tipped us off to the feds, who advised us to turn government witness in order to save ourselves. She knew a lot for someone who had never graduated high school, but hey, streets smarts are worth their weight in gold.

  “Nah, maybe three hundred at the door,” I growled. Business hadn’t been great, but three hun was a respectable number. We’d survive.

  “Oh great,” she tossed off casually. “Troy coming in tonight?”

  “Yeah, he should be here,” I rumbled.

  “Wonderful, I’ll catch you guys then,” she said, before prancing off to the women’s restroom. I watched her ass jiggle for a moment, but then shook my head, resolutely turning back to the spreadsheets laid out on the bar.

  But the bounce in her step reminded me of our beautiful stepsister, the one with the delectable ass, the kissable lips and the luscious breasts. The one stuck in Michigan, taking care of our daughter, while Troy and I worked on rebuilding our lives here. Because there was really no excuse for not going to see Krissy. I still can’t believe I hadn’t held my luscious step in my arms for a whole fucking year, hadn’t sampled those
creamy tits, tasted that sweet nectar between her legs.

  But life has just been so fucking crazy and impossible to manage, even now.

  “Fuck,” I ground out to myself. The situation was fucking impossible. I poured myself a drink, my eyes blurring as I gazed at the spreadsheets again.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  Troy

  What Tyler hasn’t told you, what he’s ashamed to reveal, is that he’s a fucking drunk now. The stress of the trial combined with losing our business turned him into a mean-ass drunk, someone with a serious alcohol problem.

  He’s always been alpha, and when it’s magnified by his favorite beverage, it’s a thousand times worse.

  “FUCK!” he roared just last night, sloppy and stumbling into our apartment. “I’m dialing her right now,” he slurred, reaching for his cell phone.

  But of course, he was so gone that he’d lost his phone somewhere, out during the interminable bar crawl that went on all night.

  “Hey big boy,” said Rachel, helping him sit. “No need to call your little sister, it’s late,” she said. Rachel had been with him the entire night. I wish I could say that she was Tyler’s guardian angel, watching out for him, but lately I’ve been getting bad vibes. I mean, she was dressed slutty, like the hooker she once was. And I mean street prostitute, not classy escort girl.