Christmas With the Cooper Twins

by Alexandria Hunt

  I cut the sac and they helped me peel it off the baby, neither one of them seemed grossed out or upset by it all.

  And it struck me; they’d probably done this a hundred times with cows on the ranch. When I was in the kitchen with Tina learning how to make the ultimate meatloaf, they were getting hands-on training with Dad.

  I no longer resented it though, now that I had an education of my own. I found it admirable that they were still so steady and level headed in a situation like this.

  They helped me dry the foal off, a little colt, and made sure he got his first nourishment from the mare.

  “Thank you so much,” Mrs. Turner gushed and fawned over the twins. It was like I had nothing to do with it.

  They both sent me an apologetic grin, but I shrugged it off. I’m sure it was much more exciting to the older woman to have two young hunks delivering her colt rather than sour faced Doctor spinster.

  I disposed of our gloves in a waste bag, handed them some sanitizer to clean up with, and said, “The office will send the bill, Mrs. Turner. Remember to call me as soon as possible if there are any problems at all. I think that old mare did all right, and you’ve got yourself a healthy new horse.”

  “He is gorgeous,” she said and glanced at the twins. “Thank you, Natasha.”

  I was exhausted by the time we left, and let Jordan take the wheel.

  I hadn’t realized how tired I was until we pulled into the yard and I woke with my head on Jesse’s chest and his arm wrapped protectively around me.

  I almost didn’t want to wake up, it felt so nice to be held like that, but the truck engine cut off and I knew it was time for reality to kick in again.

  We walked to the house and I almost stumbled upstairs to my room at the end of the hall.

  I had to have a shower before bed, and I hoped it would help wash away the feelings I had for the twins.

  Chapter Seven

  I used the bathroom across the hall from me. It was close to three in the morning and I knew dad and Tina had appointments in the morning. My own bathroom would probably wake them.

  The main bedroom was on the ground floor at the back of the house, my bedroom and the twins’ bedrooms were on the second floor away from our parents.

  It had always allowed us privacy as kids, to listen to music or just retreat from the world, but it had also allowed them to bug the hell out of me too.

  Which is how I ended up with my own bathroom. There came a point when I was around thirteen when dad figured it wasn’t lady-like for a girl to share washroom facilities with two stinky teenage boys.

  Unfortunately, my bathroom was directly over their bedroom and Tina was a light sleeper at the best of times.

  I’d taken to using the twins’ old bathroom without even thinking about it.

  I also didn’t think about the singing I did in the shower until I was halfway through Madonna’s Like a Prayer and the bathroom door opened.

  I stopped in mid lyric and froze in spite of the steaming hot water pouring down on me.

  “Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart,” Jesse’s rich, deep voice startled me out of my frozen position.

  “What are you—?” I asked, unable to complete my sentence.

  I peeked around the opaque shower curtain to find Jordan and Jesse in the bathroom stripping down.

  “We need a shower too,” Jordan said, his crooked grin belying the strange intensity of the moment.

  “There’s not much room,” I replied lamely. I watched with my mouth agape as they both ended up naked and utterly delicious in the bathroom in front of me.

  I had to rub my eyes, this felt like such a strange dream, but they were still there when I opened them.

  “Shove over, sis.” Jesse grinned and reached out to drag the shower curtain aside.

  I squeaked and pulled it around me and took a step back right into a steaming blast of water.

  “Come on, we’re freezing,” Jordan laughed and tugged at the curtain.

  I glanced down at their huge dicks and did not believe that they were cold. I didn’t believe it at all.

  “Either you let us in or I flush the toilet,” Jesse smiled and took a step back towards it.

  “You wouldn’t,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. If he flushed the toilet, I’d be hit with a blast of burning hot, then icy cold water. It was the worst.

  “Try me,” he replied and stuck his tongue out at me.

  I sighed and capitulated. “Fine, get in,” I said, confused and excited at this strange turn of events.

  I guess I might as well have a little fun while they were home, it wasn’t like they were staying or anything. We were all adults and not legally related, and could all consent to a weeklong fling.

  Besides, my body was about to bludgeon my brain to death if I talked myself out of this. My body wanted them, wanted to feel their hard muscles and spectacular bulges, and those huge dicks. My god, my body wanted to feel what it was like to take them both on at once.

  I opened the curtain and they stepped into the shower with me, matching grins on their handsome faces.

  I stood directly under the stream of water until I realized how odd it must make me look with my hair pressed flat against my head.

  “Excuse me,” I said and stepped around each of them. I felt tiny between their massive bodies, and I really liked it. “Excuse me,” I repeated as we moved back and forth, sharing the water and the heat from it.

  “You need your back washed?” Jesse asked, a bar of soap in hand.

  I had already washed everywhere that needed it, but how could I turn him down? “Sure,” I said, turning around. He was behind me in the water and Jordan was directly in front of me. My breath was so shallow from being overwhelmed.

  I couldn’t believe what was happening.

  Jesse began to rub my back sensuously, slowly in circular motions. I gasped as he dipped lower to the curve of my spine just above my butt. Jordan stepped even closer, looked down at me and said, “You want your front done too?”

  I still could barely breathe so I looked up at him and simply nodded.

  He reached for the soap and didn’t break eye contact as he began to rub the lather on my breasts, massaging it in slowly and softly at first, then harder as my breath began to quicken.

  “You like that?” Jesse asked from behind me.

  I nodded and leaned back into his arms. His hands joined Jordan’s on my front and I felt weak in the knees from the dual sensations.

  Jordan rolled my pebbled nipples in his fingers and Jesse’s hands circled lower and lower until they hovered just above my mound.

  I exhaled sharply and Jordan dropped the soap, all pretenses gone, and bent over to kiss me.

  Jesse’s hand rested on the swell of my pussy as his brother’s tongue claimed my mouth and brought my breath back.

  I moaned and tried again to wrap my mind around what was happening.

  How was it happening? These were my stepbrothers, our parents would be horrified, the town would be horrified, and my friends and clients would be horrified.

  And yet, I didn’t care.

  My body knew what it wanted, and it wanted just this, these two hot, horny men with their bulging muscles and gentle hands that could help deliver a tiny foal and then take me to the height of ecstasy a short while later.

  I knew what I wanted, and be damned to everyone who didn’t agree with it.

  It was my body, my choice, and I chose the Cooper twins.

  Chapter Eight

  Jesse’s fingers slid lower while I kissed Jordan. His fingers rolled my nipples and I felt simultaneous jolts and waves of pleasure rolling through me.

  I groaned as Jesse’s fingers slid between my folds, finding my sensitive little bud and rubbing slowly, but persistently.

  Jordan slipped his tongue out of my mouth and bit my lower lip. I gasped and tensed up as a lightning bolt of bliss shot through me.

  Jordan lowered himself in front of me, pushed my thighs apart and added
his finger to my soaking wet pussy with his brother’s.

  Jesse drew his hands back and placed them firmly on the inside of my upper thighs, offering me support and keeping me spread wide for his brother.

  “Oh, Natasha how I’ve longed to see you like this,” he breathed into my ear against my neck. I shivered at his hot breath.

  Jordan looked up at me, his square jawline sharp from this angle, his incredible eyes lit from within, his fiery lust bright behind them.

  He moved towards my slit, his tongue prodded and licked me as I quivered and moaned. I fell back against Jesse as my knees gave way to the pure bliss that spread through my body.

  Jordan was relentless, his tongue worked against me, his fingers prodded me, and his brother’s strong hands kept my legs open wide.

  “Oh god,” I gasped as my orgasm hit the back of my head and exploded in bright points of light. “This is crazy,” I exhaled as it traveled down my spine and into my pussy where I began to quiver and shake, moaning and thrashing in Jesse’s arms.

  “Easy Natasha, take your time, come for us,” he growled in my ear. “Come for Jordan, then it’s my turn. I want to feel your hot, tight cunt on my cock, squeezing me and milking me dry.”

  Jordan slurped at my pussy as his brother talked. I squeezed my eyes shut and made several long, gasping cries of ecstasy before it was over and my orgasm had begun to diminish.

  “Fuck,” I exclaimed as Jordan’s tongue slowed and he eased up on the pressure. I realized my fingers were gripping his head, his short hair not offering much to hang onto. “Sorry,” I said and loosened the grasp, hoping I hadn’t done any damage in my twitching orgasm.

  “It is quite all right,” Jordan replied, standing at last in front of me. “You are delicious, sweet sister, exactly what I’d imagined, what I’ve been dreaming of.”

  He kissed me again and I could taste myself on his lips and somehow it added more to the experience.

  Jesse pulled me around finally and kissed me too, slipping his tongue inside and making my mouth his for the moment, furiously pinning my tongue down and making me quiver with anticipation.

  Jordan rubbed my back and cupped my ass in his hands, massaging and stroking me until I was edging closer and closer to orgasm again.

  I’d never been this orgasmic; in fact I’d often wondered if I had a problem coming. Now I realized it was just that the few boyfriends I’d had weren’t that good at it. Or they weren’t the right men for me. Or something. Something like they weren’t my unbelievably hot twin stepbrothers.

  I shuddered as my logical self kicked in and I realized what was going on.

  I pulled away from Jesse’s lips and said, “This is wrong.”

  I blurted it so loud and fast that both men stopped what they were doing to see what else I had to say.

  “We’re practically related, and Dad and Tina are just downstairs, this is so wrong,” I said, shaking my head.

  “It’s only wrong if you think that way,” Jesse said, cupping my face in his hands.

  As if on cue, the shower started to flow cooler just then, as we ran out of hot water.

  “Shit, this is bad timing,” Jordan said as Jesse shut the water off. “If you need to think about this, take your time.”

  Jesse pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and threw one to Jordan. “This is about you, sweet Natasha,” he told me as he dried off his magnificent body. I couldn’t help but practically drool at the sight of them working the towels over their muscles. “You take as much time as you need, but just remember, we want you. That’s all you need to know.”

  “We want you so damn much, but we’re willing to wait,” Jordan said, stepping out behind Jesse. “It’s up to you, Natty. It’s always up to you. But just know that when you make up your mind, you have to come to us. We’ll be there, but it has to be your decision.”

  I watched them wrap the towels around their lower bodies, gather their clothes, and leave the bathroom back to their rooms.

  I grabbed my own fuzzy pink towel, dried off and walked back to my room to fall into bed and wonder what the hell I wanted.

  They’d been so hot, but so respectful. Obviously judging by the massive hard-ons they’d been sporting, they’d both wanted to push me down and ravage me.

  But they’d both given me space and left me alone when I needed it. I hadn’t even realized how much I’d needed it until they were gone.

  I was too tired to wrap my brain around what was happening, I was too out of it to make any major choice like having sex with my hot stepbrothers.

  My body was angry at my brain though; I was tense and anxious as I drifted into a restless sleep.

  My dreams were filled with two hot hunky men down on their knees, begging to please me.

  In my dreams I let myself be ravaged, but at the last minute, the men pulled away and left me unsatisfied.

  I think my body was getting revenge on my brain. And I was stuck in the middle.

  Chapter Nine

  I felt like crap when I woke up. It was too late, past ten in the morning, and my body was sore from the tension I’d carried with me all night.

  I should have just given in and slept with both of them, I would have much rather woken up between Jesse and Jordan this morning instead of cold and alone in my little bed.

  I stood up and stretched my legs, shook out the kinks and muscle spasms, and pulled on an old pair of jeans and a hoodie.

  I headed downstairs and was greeted with the most succulent smells wafting up from the kitchen.

  Jesse and Jordan were hard at work on breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and freshly brewed coffee.

  “Oh my god, I could get used to this,” I smiled, hoping they didn’t hate me for my weird reaction last night.

  “I could get used to that smile,” Jordan replied and held out a mug of coffee to me.

  “I could get used to that ass,” Jesse grinned as I bent to add cream and sugar to the dark liquid.

  “Ha ha,” I said sarcastically, but inwardly I was pleased. Neither one of them seemed cross about me flailing in the shower last night, and they both still looked at me like they wanted to devour me right then and there.

  Perfect.

  I sat at the big oak country table, an antique that had been handed down through my father’s family for generations, and sipped my coffee.

  The moment it hit my mouth, I relaxed and everything felt normal again. Things were okay, and no matter what I decided, the twins and I would be okay.

  “Breakfast?” Jesse asked.

  “Oh yes please,” I replied.

  He set a plate in front of me, more than I thought I could handle, but I was hungrier than I thought. I dug into the pile of eggs with abandon.

  “I like the way you eat, “ Jordan said, sitting across from me. “I’ll bet you fuck like that too, don’t you?”

  I gulped my mouthful of eggs and looked at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean?” I asked and blushed.

  “You don’t mind making a mess, you dive right in and take what you want,” he said. When I looked up and locked my eyes with him, he winked and licked his lips suggestively.

  “Are you like that in bed?” Jesse asked and laughed as I jerked my head up to look at him. He was standing at the end of the table with a bowl and wooden spoon in his hand.

  “I don’t… I mean…” I trailed off and my voice seemed to have abandoned me.

  “It’s okay,” Jordan laughed. “We’re just messing with you. You’re fucking adorable when you looked scandalized, did you know that?”

  “You’re fucking adorable most of the time,” Jesse added. “Last night you were sexy beyond anything though, the way you handled yourself with that horse. I’ve never seen you like that, Natty, so in charge.”

  “You guys helped though, you were calm where most people would have panicked,” I told them. “I really appreciated that.”

  “I guess all those years here on the ranch combined with o
ur overseas work made a horse foaling seem like a walk in the park,” Jordan told me.

  A dark look swept over his face though, and I wondered what he and his brother had seen on their time away in the military.

  A part of me wished they wouldn’t go back, that they’d stay and we could have a life here together.

  But what kind of life would it be? We’d have to sneak around behind everybody’s backs, how would we ever be public about our relationship?

  And would there even be a relationship? I was kinda putting the cart before the horse with this line of thinking.

  I decided to break my melancholy thoughts and make small talk.

  “When are Dad and your mom coming home?” I asked.

  “Not until this afternoon,” Jesse said. “We’ve got the house to ourselves, right after we finish up these Christmas cookies.”

  “You guys are making cookies?” I exclaimed. “Seriously? I don’t think anyone’s used that oven for years now. When did you get so talented in the kitchen?”

  “It all started out as punishment in basic training,” Jordan laughed. “We got caught sneaking off base and were assigned to the kitchen for a month. It was strange though, we ended up really liking it.”

  “We both love to cook and bake,” Jesse grinned. “Now doesn’t that just make us even more fuckable?”

  I almost choked on the bacon I was eating when he said that. I initially wanted to shut him down and yell no, never, but my body took over and I looked at Jesse, then Jordan and slowly said, “Yeah, I suppose it does.”

  It was time for them to look a little shocked; they wore matching grins and looked at each other like they were about to high five.

  I didn’t say anything else, I finished my breakfast and steered the conversation towards mundane things like problems with the farm and things that needed to be fixed in the short time they were here.

  I did know one thing that I wouldn’t tell them just yet.

  It wasn’t the cooking or their hot bodies or their charming ways that made me want to take both of them to bed.

  It was the easy way they had with me, the familiarity and yet strangeness of their changed appearances, and most of all, it was the way they’d made me feel when I was squished between the two of them.