DOUBLE HUGE: A Twin Stepbrother Romance (With BONUS book A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother)

by Cassandra Dee

  “No brothers, it can’t be,” she said, shaking her head disbelievingly. “It can’t be Lauren,” she said again. “She has nothing to gain and besides, why would she do this? We’re friends.”

  Somehow, our little sister was touchingly naïve when it came to girl on girl betrayal.

  “Baby,” I said slowly. “There are a million reasons why Lauren might want to secretly film you. Maybe she was jealous of you or maybe she wanted to have the film for future blackmail. Who knows?”

  Melly’s eyes had filled with tears.

  “I trusted her,” she said softly. “She was my best friend at school.”

  “I know honey, but some people aren’t what they appear,” Stryke said. “This bitch will never come close to you again.”

  And we’d pretty much ensured that Lauren’s life was going to be hell going forward. We’d demanded that Ralph fire her from the Donkey Club, and due to our connections, she’d never work as a high-class stripper again. Good luck paying that forty six thousand dollar tuition.

  But honestly, no one cared about Lauren anymore. The whore was an annoying gnat that we’d swatted and it was time to move onto more important things.

  “Honey,” I said, stroking Melly’s belly. “How are you feeling?”

  “Good,” she smiled, taking both our hands and putting one on each side of her stomach. “Do you feel her kicking?”

  My brother and I were entranced, the thought of our daughter doing somersaults bewitching and wonderful.

  “Wait a minute,” Sax said slowly. “You know it’s a girl?”

  “I do,” confirmed Melanie. “I went to the doctor today and brothers,” she said in a rush, “I’m thinking about naming her Trinity.”

  Both Sax and I shook our heads vehemently no.

  “That’s a terrible idea sister,” ground out Sax. “Trinity was your porn alter ego. If you hadn’t walked away when you did, Melanie would have become Trinity and we would have lost you completely.”

  “That’s right, sister,” I agreed. “Naming the baby Trinity is a big mistake. You were drowning in a cesspool, there’s no reason to re-live it through our daughter.”

  But Melanie merely giggled.

  “Brothers, I was joking with you,” she teased. “The look on your faces was totally worth it. Actually, I was thinking of naming her Stryxon … after her daddies.”

  Stryxon. Hmmm, not a very girly name but perfect in every way.

  “Baby, that’s a great idea,” rumbled Sax into her ear.

  “Perfect,” I agreed, closing the circle of trust.

  We kissed her slowly, our hands rubbing her tummy in anticipation of the baby to come. Because our sister had morphed far beyond merely schoolgirl Melanie or porn star Trinity. She had become Saxon and Stryke’s lover and Stryxon’s mom.

  THE END

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Thanks for reading Double Huge: A Twin Stepbrother Romance. It was previously released as Loving Saxon and Stryke and I’ve polished and refined it for reader enjoyment.

  This time, I based the story loosely on the life of Miriam Weeks, aka Belle Knox, the porn star from Duke University. Truth is truly stranger than fiction.

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  All my best,

  Cassandra

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  We fucked ourselves closer and closer to final release, when suddenly orgasm took us both. She clamped down hard on my dick, her wetness engulfing me while I shot liters of sperm into her insides. She screamed, not caring who heard and her twat pulsed around me, pulling my dick deeper into her insides and drawing the semen into her beautiful, fertile valley.

  As we came to, I felt sated and oddly protective. The little blonde had lost her bra in the process and was wrapped around me, her jugs pressed to my chest. I peeled her off a bit, nuzzling her neck and then lapping at a pink nipple, chuckling as it hardened again.

  Her eyes looked at me dumbly, in shock from the amount of pleasure that had just coursed through her veins. Undoubtedly she was a little sore, and my chest puffed out at how difficult it would be for her to walk tomorrow. Her fingers played in the lapel of my dinner jacket tentatively and I lifted her chin with my finger to look deep into her blue eyes.

  “Hey,” I said softly. “What’s wrong?”

  She averted her eyes, unable to look me straight in the eye. “We didn’t use any protection,” she murmured, and I cursed under my breath. Oh shit! I was supposed to pull out, but oddly, the fact that I hadn’t didn’t bother me at all. It felt right to come in the little blonde’s fertile body, maybe seeding her with my virility.

  “It’s okay,” I soothed. “Just once isn’t a huge risk.”

  She looked up at me swiftly. “But I don’t even know your name,” she said softly.

  A Baby for My

  Billionaire Stepbrother:

  His Secret Baby

  (Erotic Romance, PI, First Time Virgin, Barely Legal)

  © 2015

  By Cassandra Dee

  CHAPTER ONE

  Luke

  I milled around the park impatiently, waiting for my dog. Gunther was huge and uncontrollable. Sloppy and wet, the big mutt went about sniffing bushes, his tail waggling happily as he scratched in the dirt. With a satisfied growl, he lifted a leg and did what dogs do.

  I sighed. I’d just moved to a ritzy new building that had a private garden. It was like a fairy tale -- only residents have the key to a gated park, an oasis in an otherwise urban jungle. But I liked it. After all, I hadn’t paid $8 million for my condo to share outdoor space with the general public.

  “Come on Gunther!” I yelled. The dog had finished doing his thing, and was now lumbering over to the jungle gym area. My heart sank. No doubt kids were going to want to pet him and we’d be delayed another ten minutes.

  I walked over slowly. The park was ritzy, with manicured shrubs, a rose garden, and a state of the art merry-go-round. There were quite a few kids running about, tended by their nannies.

  Suddenly, my eye was caught. There was a gorgeous girl blowing kisses into a baby carriage, clearly in love with the occupant inside. A little hand waved and I could hear the giggles of a child.

  “Look at you!” she exclaimed to her little charge. “Mommy loves you!” The baby gurgled in return.

  My heart stopped and I stood stock still in my tracks. The girl was ravishing, eerily unchanged from when I’d last seen her two years ago. Long blonde hair hung down her back, glinting in the sun. Her figure was lithe and slim, almost to the point of unbearable skinniness. Was she getting enough to eat?

  Her boobs were exactly what I remembered though. Lush and full, almost overwhelming her narrow frame. My body shot through with heat, remembering the feel of those massive jugs pressed against me, night after night.

  Anger suffused me. She was clearly a mother now. Had she really moved on that fast? She’d walked out on me two years ago with nary a note, message or even phone call. I’d come back from work one day and the gorgeous girl was gone, leaving behind only her scent and a few of the trinkets I’d bought her. I’d panicked, frantically calling everyone who knew her, but no one seemed to know her whereabouts. I’d even called the police, but they’d laughed at my alarm. Evidently, lovers’ spats were not their thing.

  And now here she was, mother to a baby. Rage filled me, making it impossible to speak. She’d clearly dumped me for another rich motherfucker and had a baby with him, moving into this high-end condo complex. What a slut. I advanced on her, intent
on destroying her happiness.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Alana

  Georgie laughed happily. My son’s chubby cheeks were irresistible and I pulled him to me for a kiss. Georgie and I were on a staycation. We couldn’t afford to go anywhere on my tiny teacher’s salary so when my friend Helen had offered her apartment for a week while she was in Bali, I’d jumped at the opportunity as a “home away from home.”

  Helen was loaded. She lived in a full-service building with a private park, and had bequeathed the key to the garden to me.

  “Here Alana, take Georgie for some walks in the sun. It’ll be good for both of you – you look so pale and tired.”

  “Thanks Helen,” I said with a wry smile. My best friend never minced words, and I know I looked hard-up of late. Georgie kept me up at all night, and although I loved being with my baby, life as a single mom was taking its toll. I was often exhausted, never getting more than three of four hours of sleep a night, and eating on an irregular basis.

  I sighed, and pushed the thoughts from my head. Georgie was the only reminder of the happiest period of my life. I’d been a college sophomore, working part-time at a catering company to help pay my tuition. I’d been called last minute to work an event, some rich person’s party at a lavish reception hall. I’d duly put on my short skirt and white blouse. The events manager knew his schtick and liked his waitresses to look sexy.

  I’d been serving drinks to the crowd when the sting of a man’s gaze grazed me. A dark-haired dark-eyed gorgeous hunk was staring at me, looking like he was ready to devour his quarry. The look on his face was truly predatory – like a hawk which had scouted a rabbit and was ready to attack.

  My cheeks flushed hotly. Suddenly, I was doubly aware of just how revealing my outfit was. The low-cut blouse hugged my curves indecently, showing off the tantalizing vee between my breasts. My nipples hardened uncomfortably, and he smiled, like he could see through the material of my flimsy bra. To my shame, my cunny grew hot and moist, preparing itself for the dark stranger.

  He’d sauntered over to me, stalking me like a tiger. His movements were lithe and sinuous, a promise of the pleasure he could give a woman. I’d watched mesmerized, unable to move, the drinks frozen in my hand.

  Suddenly, my boss snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Alana,” he barked. “Get with it! What’s wrong with you? Do I need to have a talk with you?” His eyes trailed lasciviously over my cleavage, and I knew he was going to try and make a move as soon as the event was over.

  “Sorry Charles,” I mumbled, the spell broken. I quickly refilled my tray with drinks and circulated once again. I snuck a glance at the stranger and saw that he’d paused in his tracks, frowning. He’d seen how disrespectful my boss was, the way Charles’s eyes lingered on my ass, how he was rude to me in front of guests. I blushed, wishing I could sink into the floor.

  The stranger halted in his tracks, and turned to speak with a distinguished looking older gentleman. I saw them both glance at Charles, and then the white-haired man nodded. Oh shit. It didn’t look like anything good was going to come out of this. I busied myself serving drinks again.

  Suddenly, the dark-haired man walked over to me and seized my wrist.

  “Come on, we’re going,” he snarled.

  “What?” I gasped, my cheeks flushing.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he repeated, his grasp on my wrist like a vise. Because I didn’t want to make a scene in a public place, I put down my tray of drinks and followed obediently, trying not to show my nervousness. Surely the crowd noticed a dark, handsome man dragging a young woman across a crowded room!

  But he didn’t care. He steered me into a darkened entryway and pulled us behind the cover of a particularly large pillar. He looked me over, his eyes lingering over my curves, going up, down and then back up again over my body.

  “So,” he breathed against the skin of my neck. “What’s the drink special tonight?”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Luke

  I could tell that she still hadn’t seen me, she was so engrossed in the baby. Alana looked happier than I’d ever seen her. Well, maybe except when I was fucking her. My male ego liked to think that she was most satisfied when her body was impaled on mine, but I knew the happiness she had now was a different kind.

  She was dressed in threadbare clothes, but her natural beauty gleamed like a star. Her lips were pink and delicious, pursed as she continued blowing kisses to the baby. I could see a little hand tugging on a long strand of blonde hair as gurgles and cries of “Mama!” reached my ear.

  I advanced, waiting for the blonde to notice. When my shadow fell across the stroller, she finally turned her head, shading her eyes to see who was blocking the light. A faint gasp escaped her lips, and she panicked, immediately pulling the baby out of his seat and cradling him tightly in her arms.

  What the fuck? I was a spurned man, but I was hardly a child molester. There was no reason to think I was going to make off with her child.

  But the baby turned suddenly, his hat falling off of his head, and I saw the features of … a child who was unmistakably mine. The boy had the same raven hair as me, the same grey eyes, except his were innocent and wide, while mine were filled with shock and anger.

  The blood rushed through my body, pounding like a drumbeat in my head. Fists formed and I could hardly keep myself from slapping the bitch. Only the baby in her arms stopped me from physically harming the fucking whore. Alana had had my baby in secret, and kept him from me for the first year of his life! The fucking bitch had been pregnant when she’d left me and chosen to raise the baby on her own. It hadn’t been easy, judging by the used clothes both she and the baby wore. I was gratified though, to see that my baby looked healthy and well-fed. He had pink cheeks and even now smiled at me, his chubby fist stuck in his mouth.

  “What the fuck …?” I growled. “You have some explaining to do.”

  “Luke,” she gasped. “I didn’t know you lived in this building complex.”

  “I just moved,” I replied. “I wanted to get rid of that apartment that was our fuck-palace, do you remember?”

  Her cheeks colored. For the time we’d been together, “fuck-palace” was an accurate description of my old apartment. It was large, sumptuous, and we’d probably spent 80% of the time in my bed, my cock buried deep in her delicious body, teaching the virgin all about love and lust. And she’d been an outstanding student, her nubile body responding naturally and immediately to me, her breasts and pussy coaxed to full womanhood.

  Alana grasped the baby even closer to her, but I wasn’t about to be deterred. I reached over and put my hands under the baby’s armpits.

  “Let go,” I commanded.

  “No, Georgie’s scared of strangers, he doesn’t do well with people he doesn’t know,” she rushed.

  “And whose fault is that?” I growled. It enraged me to realize that I was a stranger to my own child. I wouldn’t let go of him and he started to squirm, sensing the animosity between me and his mom. He squealed slightly, his face scrunching up. Trying to prevent a tantrum, Alana let go and let me hold my son for the first time.

  Embracing him was like coming home, the child trusting and surprisingly heavy in my arms. Georgie wasn’t scared of me at all. Instead, it was I who was scared of him. As I looked into his eyes, my heart plummeted off a cliff and I knew I was a goner. He smiled toothlessly at me, and I could literally feel my heart go pitter-pat as the baby gurgled with joy.

  I held him close, careful not to squash the child in my arms. He was my flesh and blood, undeniable evidence of mine and Alana’s lust … if not love.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Alana

  My baby looked so happy in his father’s arms. There was no denying Luke’s paternity. They had the same dark hair and grey eyes, with long black lashes, except Luke’s were spiked and angry-looking, whereas my baby’s lashes were long and soft, fluttering over his chubby cheeks.

  Luke turned to me with thunder in
his eyes.

  “Were you ever going to tell me?” he spat, his eyes shooting lightning.

  I stayed mute. There was no right answer, and I looked down at my hands.

  “Answer me!” he raged, holding Georgie tighter. The baby started to wail, distressed at the bad vibes surrounding him. I instinctively reached for him, and this time Luke let me take him in my arms, cradling my sobbing baby boy.

  “Don’t worry sweetheart, Mommy’s going to take care of you,” I soothed.

  “The hell you are!” spat Luke. “I don’t care what rich boyfriend or husband you have, but this child is mine and I’m going to raise him,” he growled.

  Luke didn’t know that I had no one … it was just me and Georgie in the world.

  “I don’t care if you’re the mistress of a fucking czar, you’re fucking relinquishing custody of my child immediately,” he raged on the playground.

  “Luke, please,” I pleaded. He was a rich man, and I knew I didn’t have the resources to fight him in court. “Remember how it once was between us ….” My voice trailed off.

  He glared at me, his brows drawn as if remembering. Our time together had been so sweet, so arousing, the one and only time I’d fallen in love in my short twenty-two years. And the way he was looking at me now, all dark clouds and thunder, reminded me of the virile, stormy, passionate man I’d fallen for … and was still head over heels in love with.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Luke

  Goddamn her! Of course, she had to remind me of our past, as if I’d ever forgotten the sweet, innocent blonde who’d trustingly given herself to me. After dragging her into the darkened hallway of that cursed reception hall, I’d taken her into my arms, enjoying the feel of her lithe, nubile body.