"You're seriously going to cook?" I asked. "Wow, you're the perfect man!"
"Not half as perfect as I am," Damien growled, grabbing me. "Hey I want to show you something."
He pulled me into the bathroom and stood behind me, holding my shoulders, both of us facing the mirror. "See that girl," he said, pointing at my reflection.
"Yeah," I was starting to tingle from his attention. Dammit he was so good looking!
"Well she is going to take Manhattan by storm." His hand drifted, fingers trailing, from my shoulder to my arm, sending sparks and shivers through me. The tension was so thick I could cut it with a knife. I wanted so badly to turn toward him, to make his lips meet mine. But I didn't. Even the smallest motion would have resulted in our fusion, mashing our lips together and urging our bodies together. I stood stock still, despite how excited I felt, and everything I wanted to do.
"You're a good girl, aren't you," hissed Damien in my ear. "Always have been, right Alexa?" His breath was hot against my earlobe, and I couldn't help it, I got wet.
He slid his hand up my arm and around to my throat, encircling it lightly and pausing there a moment. My breath was coming in short gasps. In the mirror my eyes were wide. Then it continued leisurely up the side of my face, finally grasping a handful of hair at the base of my skull and pulling my head back. He had exposed my neck, and he leaned over it, vampirical, breathing hotly over the quickly tingling skin. I could feel my nipples stand to attention, as every cell in my body seemed on fire. His other hand claimed my hip, gently but firmly pressing it to his own. I could feel him against me, hot and hard, and ready. I wanted to take him then and there, but I was paralyzed.
"You remember that," he whispered. "Think of that tonight." He let me go and walked out of the bathroom. Putting both hands on the counter to steady myself, my mind reeled. Was this why my brothers had been so generous to me? So that we could finally be together? I tried not to stumble as I left the bathroom. Gladly accepting a glass of wine from Darren, I could see that he was whipping up a simple but incredibly delicious looking Italian dinner. He put an arm around my shoulders, and mussed up my hair a little. So funny how despite their identical faces, their touch felt so different. One was almost too exciting and the other so loving. I leaned into his shoulder as he explained something about the origins of the pasta he had chosen, letting my heartbeat return to a normal level.
Chapter 4
The atmosphere of dinner with the twins in NYC was completely different from that with our folks just a week before. We laughed more, we drank more wine, and when it was time for dessert, Darren put some music on the new sound system that they had wired the place with. He started swaying to the music.
"Alexa, let's dance," he said, pulling me toward him and enfolding me in his arms. It felt so good to be that close to him, to lean my head against his chest. He rested his chin on the top of my head, and we shifted back and forth to the music.
Damien grabbed my hand, and smiled winningly. “Why are you wasting your time with Darren when you could be with me? Fuck this dancing shit.” He pulled me by the hand toward the bedroom again. My mind was a little fuzzy from the wine but I knew I wasn’t at all impaired. And I still wanted to go with him. I looked at Darren pleadingly. Come with us, I told him in my mind. Can we all go together?
To my amazement he followed us into the bedroom.
“Now I can finally do all the things I always wanted to do to you Alexa,” purred Damien. “Haven’t you always wanted her, Darren?” Without waiting for an answer, he threw me down on the sheets. It was only then that I noticed that they had gotten a four-poster. “I took the liberty of asking for a few extra things from your assistant. I hope you like handcuffs.”
“Handcuffs, what?” I could feel my eyes widen in response to this idea, but he kept on, firmly grabbing my hands above my head as I froze. I didn’t even squirm, I was that shocked, but if I am to be honest with myself, I knew I wanted it. I might not show it but I had been dreaming about this moment for years. Even Darren was quiet, staring at us from the doorframe, eyes opened wide, lips parted. Our eyes met. Neither of us said anything as Damien affixed one of my wrists to the posts. He left the other free.
I guess it was inevitable. There had been this undercurrent of tension with us for a long time, that even though we shouldn’t we always knew that Damien would end up pushing us all over the edge. But I was still kind of shocked when he undid his pants and held his looped belt loosely in one hand, hitting his other hand with it. I never knew I was turned on by the promise of pain, but it was partially because Darren was there to make sure that I wouldn’t actually get harmed that I was able to submit to Damien’s craziness with anticipation and excitement. Darren roughly turned me over and pulled down my skirt, leaving my ass in full view, the little thong covering nothing.
“Check this out Darren,” he said, slapping my ass with the belt. I yelped, which only made him laugh and do it again. This time I kept quiet, but for some crazy reason I wanted it badly.
“Don’t do it too hard, Dam,” Darren said in a low, gravelly voice. I could almost hear the forbidden excitement building in him. “Is that good, Alexa? You ok?”
“Yes,” I whispered, then cried out as Damien hit me again. He had done this before, I am sure, maybe to that ex I had talked to. I could tell because it seemed to be the exact right amount of intensity. Thinking of his ex made me remember the way she had described Damien’s dick. I still thought they must be identical, but perhaps now would be my chance to find out. I could feel the little scrap that was my panties getting wet. Damien threw down the belt and laughed.
“Your ass is so red, Alexa. Perhaps Darren should rub it to make it feel better. Go ahead, Darren. Rub her ass!” There was more than a hint of laughter in his voice. He was really enjoying all of this.
I felt a strong hand touch the back of my thigh. “You’re sure you’re ok Alexa?” He asked. “Because we don’t have to.”
“I don’t know about you, but I have to,” Damien said. “This girl has been teasing us for years. If not now, when?”
“No it’s ok Darren. Would you rub my ass please? That hurt like hell. Make sure I am not bleeding?”
His hand slid up the back of my thigh, almost tickling it, making its way the curve of my ass. His voice thickened. “You’re not bleeding Alexa. I think you should take the thong off though. You don’t want the lace to irritate it more…”
I nodded slightly and Darren took the edges of my thong carefully over the red welts on my ass, slowly and delicately sliding it down my legs, exposing me all the way. Damien grabbed my ankle and tied something around it to one of the bedposts, affixing it loosely to the bed. He took the other leg in his hand and said, “While you make her butt feel better I want to get a good look at her. It’s been a long time that you’ve been teasing us, Alexa. Now I want to know what you’ve been holding back. I could feel both sets of hands on me. Darren was rubbing my ass gently, and Damien was running his hands up the insides of my thighs. He parted my lips, exclaiming, “Wow, look how wet you are,” before pressing a finger inside and making me gasp. He was rough, but again, he knew what he was doing, pressing against the perfect spot to make me shiver and moan.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Alexa,” Darren murmured. His hands began to travel, not rubbing my wounded ass anymore, but tentatively yet hungrily up my sides, “and your skin is so soft…” His fingertips began to trace the sides of my breasts through my thin blouse. I arched my back, and in response his fingers slipped over my breasts, my nipples squeezing through his fingers as he caressed and squeezed them. Damien was expertly fingering me at the same time. It was all happening so fast, yet I wouldn’t change a thing, since it had been so long in coming. All I wanted to do was to become a Damien Alexa and Darren sandwich, and the thought of that, plus what they were doing to me catapulted me into coming really hard.
“Do you want more Alexa? Now that we can finally be alone? I can do all the things that I’v
e been dreaming about.” Damien’s voice had turned seductive. “I can be very nice when I want to be.”
“Mmph,” I was still recovering from the strength of the orgasm I just had, but it was true. I wasn’t going to be satisfied with fingering alone, when I had two gorgeous men ready to service me. “Yeah Damien. Now.”
“I’ll undo your foot,” said Damien, quickly untying me. “I want you nice and ready to spread for me. Can you handle this?” And there it was, the cock I had heard so much about. Damien’s tool was big and veiny, with a beautiful knob at the end, thick and hard. I wasn’t sure if it would fit inside me but I wanted to find out.
“But… what’s Darren going to do?” I asked.
“Whatever he wants!” Damien kneeled by my hips, guiding his thick length between my folds. With my free hand I reached down to touch him as he slid inside and was shocked to feel how wet I was and how smoothly he entered me. It was amazing to be filled completely, stretched open by his massive member. But as amazing as it was, I wanted my rock, Darren, to be with us too. I reached my hand for him, and as Damien slid in and out of me slowly and tantalizingly, I held Darren’s staff in my hand. It was equally as heavy and ready, and my hand eagerly ran over its petal-soft skin and spongy hardness. But this wasn’t enough, it wasn’t fair. I needed to take him in my mouth as Damien drilled and filled me.
“Darren, come closer,” I said softly. His eyes widened but he complied. “I want to taste you.”
With a look of tenderness in his eyes, Darren rubbed my swollen lips with the tip of his cock as Damien began softly thumbing my clit as he fucked me. I stuck my tongue out, catching a little salty pre-cum, before engulfing what I could in my mouth. It was overwhelming to be claimed by both, to feel them inside me, so alike and yet so different, both of their desire for me so fully evidenced by their hardness. I swallowed Darren in as far as I could, while Damien touched me in places inside me that I didn’t even know I had. A deep full-body orgasm was starting in me, as I basked in their desire and my own to take them in further, further. Darren’s hands tangled in my hair as Damien played with my bouncing tits, and as they slowly increased their tempo taking me harder and harder, I came again and again, until each filled me with their seed.
When it was all over, we lay in a pile, spent, amazed, in an afterglow that seemed like it was another dimension.
“God Alexa, that was incredible,” Darren murmured when he was finally ready to speak. “You’re amazing.”
“Yeah.” Darren agreed. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
I laughed. “Let’s let my ass heal a bit first,” I said, my eyes still closed as Damien played with my tit absently. “It’s still a little raw thanks to you.”
“Yeah, ain’t no hurry. We’ll give it an hour.”
I opened one eye and fixed it on him. “You’re crazy,” I murmured, smiling.
“Maybe. Crazy about you, always have been.” It was uncharacteristic of him to be so affectionate, and it felt so good.
“Me too babe,” Darren agreed. They both snuggled up to me, kissing me. I reached out and stretched a hand along each of their flanks, loving to feel their smooth soft skin.
“But for real, let’s make this a regular thing,” said Damien. “We all good with that?”
“Never better,” Darren snuggled in closer. “Now that we all live in the same city, there’s nothing stopping us.”
“I love you guys,” I said, realizing it was true. I had it all, thanks to them. A beautiful apartment, a gallery to run, and the hottest guys I had ever laid eyes on.
*****
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Twin Stepbrothers: Billionaire’s Orders
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1
My one stepbrother Damien was always a little bit strange, I guess. When we were younger, around fifteen, he used to try to torment me whenever he got the chance. He'd do all kinds of things: pull my hair, short sheet my bed, pinch me hard when our folks weren't looking. I used to have fantasies about getting rid of him somehow. You could say I pretty much hated him. But once we'd grown up a bit, and he grew into the suave and good-looking man he became when he got rich and successful, I started to yearn for his attention - bad or good - in ways I would never have suspected.
Darren, his twin, and my other step, was always the one who would get me an ice cream cone or give me a hug when Damien got too rough with me. Sure, he'd play with me too - tease me and such - he wasn't a saint by any stretch of the imagination. But, he rarely took it to the near cruelty levels Damien strove for regularly.
As I was still living with our parents, it was hard not to notice how much of a big event it was, whenever the twins came home for a family dinner. We weren't exactly close - I hadn't seen either of them in about 6 months, but tonight they were coming to stay the night on their way to L.A. My mother had me cooking and cleaning all day. I didn't mind too much, as I was pretty happy that they were coming home, and I understood that she wanted to make it special, but I did wonder: if I were the one who had gone and come back, would she make such a big deal? Sometimes it seemed like most of her motivation wasn't truly for the boys or me, anyway. It came from trying to impress their dad, Jim. He was a handsome man, like his twin sons, and you could see hints of where they got their built physiques from his strong frame. No wonder she was so taken with him, he was gorgeous, especially for his age.
The boys were gorgeous, for any age, I thought, as I polished the mirrors in the bathroom. Strapping, they might have been called in another time. Shoulders for days, thin hips. Faces that looked as if they had been sculpted from marble, yet warm and animated, pouty lips infinitely kissable. Despite Damien's near-cruelty they were both charming and popular in school, and had moved on to be similarly successful in their professional lives, making a killing very early on.
They had made their money in stocks. It so happened that Darren was some kind of financial genius, and he had figured out a system to predict which companies were going to explode in profit and most importantly, he was right nearly all of the time. He ended up with some serious clout in the financial industry, and parlayed that into buying a corporation that Damien headed. All of this seriously stunned both of our parents who were modest people. It was as if the twins had performed a magic trick, and they couldn't stop talking about it. Nowadays when they came back home even for a short visit, as I said, it was like they'd come back from the dead or something. As an artist, I felt kind of inadequate – it was pretty clear I was never going to reach the same levels of financial success as they had, but I hoped to achieve something in my field to make them and myself proud.
I looked at myself in the now sparkling clean surface. I was just a regular girl, not some gorgeous and wildly successful venture capitalist or CEO like my steps, but just like this mirror, I cleaned up pretty good. I decided to put in a little extra effort for their arrival. Not so much that it became obvious, but I wanted them to see the sexy chick I could coax out of myself when I was inspired to.
"Sarah," I heard my m
om call. "Are you done there yet? The boys will be here in two hours! I want everything to be perfect for them and your father!" For my father! He wasn't my father, he was theirs. My father hadn't been in the picture for decades. But it was typical of her, as long as she had what she wanted, she would continue to see things in whatever way suited her best. I polished the last spot off the mirrored glass, leaning in, my hair falling over the tops of my breasts. I opened my lips in what I hoped was a seductive way, thinking of what Darren might see when he looked at me, how Damien's lips would feel on mine. I sighed heavily. Why did the most forbidden men in my life have to be so hot?
After the food was all prepared and I luxuriated awhile in the shower, I picked out the top I knew clung to my breasts and waist in the most alluring way. I sprayed myself with the signature perfume I had worn even since living with the boys, and pulled on stockings, a skirt and heels. I hoped it wouldn't seem over the top to the boys for a family dinner, but at the same time, it had been a while, and I wanted to look nice, right? That was enough of an excuse. I smoothed the skirt, running my palms over the soft curves of my ass. Would they notice me?
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