Twins Make Four: A Mistaken Identity Secret Baby Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  He continued to thrust again and again, but just as I was on the edge of orgasm he removed his hand and lips from my pussy.

  “What are you doing?” I was so close!

  “You’re not coming that easy. Remember, I own you.”

  Fuck, that was hot.

  I liked that I was his.

  His lips never left my body, as he began going up, kissing my stomach and my breasts, my neck and my lips. I used my foot to take off his boxers, and then my right hand to first stroke, and guided his cock into the entrance of my pussy.

  He started slow, and went deeper and deeper with each thrust. My lips were on his neck, I was biting him slightly. I put my left hand on his ass and forced his cock to go harder into my wet pussy.

  Deeper.

  I needed more of him.

  I moaned, and that turned Owen on even more. His thrusts became stronger, and his giant cock rubbed my g-spot with every stroke.

  “Yes Sydney, fuck your pussy is so tight.”

  He pushed again and again, cupping my ass in his hands. He lifted me off the counter and I rode him hard, bouncing in his arms. I couldn’t take any more. My orgasm began to crash through my body.

  “Yes baby,” he said as he shut his eyes and I felt his seed fill me.

  I could barely breathe, or think. I was in shambles.

  Falling apart in his arms.

  Slipping into the best sex coma I’d ever had.

  Chapter 13

  Sydney

  I woke up in Owen’s bed, exhausted, but warm and relaxed. Sunlight was filling the room, and through the cracked open window I felt light breeze. Seagulls were screaming over crashing waves, and for a brief moment I forgot where I was, expecting to find myself in a hotel room of some resort.

  Reality was much better. Owen’s master bedroom was the biggest I had ever seen, with more paintings on its walls and odd sculptures in the corners. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall with tall speakers on either side of it. The bed itself seemed to be as big as my room back home!

  How in the hell did I get so lucky?

  I turned, and saw Owen still asleep, his body half-covered by a bedsheet. I considered sneaking downstairs, because I was thirsty, and letting him sleep a little longer, but the sight of his body turned me on. I would die of thirst before leaving his naked body in bed without getting some first.

  I put my hand under the sheet and gently grabbed his cock. I felt it twitch in response. He opened one eye and yawned groggily.

  “Ready to go this morning, are we?”

  “Only if you are.”

  “Baby, I’m always ready.”

  He was right, his cock was already hardening in my hand. I climbed on top of him, still kissing his face, and he slipped into me. Deep and strong. I moaned and bit my lip. He held me tight, one hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my back. I felt his fingers squeezing my skin, and I loved it.

  I moved back and forth, not getting enough. I wanted it deeper, longer.

  Finally, we rolled over, and he was on top of me, moving inside me, his lips on my neck. I dug into his back, scratching it, moving together with him, watching him sweat, my body tense and pulsing. I held onto his biceps, as he went slower and deeper with each thrust, making me feel every inch of his cock.

  Fuck he was huge!

  It felt so good.

  He slowed down and leaned in to kiss my neck. His stubble tickled me, in the best way possible. His hand was on my breast, playing with my nipple. I wanted more. I held onto his neck as he kissed my chest, and my breasts. He reached down then, his strong hand sliding down my belly.

  His fingers found my clit and began rubbing it gently, up and down. He certainly knew what he was doing. I moaned from pleasure and moved with him, feeling him thrusting with passion and force, and his fingers were getting me closer and closer to sweet climax.

  I came first, almost screaming, my body shuddering, as he kept fucking me, harder, making me come again.

  “I want your cum…” I whispered into his ear.

  He didn’t reply, he only slowed down a little.

  I pushed him back, and reached down. I took his cock in my hand, and stroked it, watching Owen close his eyes. His hands were holding my legs up, fingers squeezing my thighs. My hand moved back and forth, until he came on my breasts.

  “Fuck Sydney!”

  His body shuddered the way mine had just moments before. He grunted and leaned forward. I took his face and kissed it, my other hand still stroking his cock.

  “You get what you paid for,” I whispered against his lips.

  He took a shower, alone this time while I laid in bed listening to the ocean’s sounds.

  “I’m making you breakfast,” he said, with just a towel wrapped around his hips.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I threw on my bathrobe, and joined him in the kitchen, where he was making pancakes. I climbed onto a chair at the counter and watched him.

  “We’re out of whipped cream, but there’s plenty of maple syrup,” he said. “And we have some raspberries left over from yesterday.”

  “I love pancakes,” I replied.

  Now that I’d come down from my high, I started thinking. The past day had been so surreal, I couldn’t believe any of this had really been happening. Things were moving fast. Too fast. It was one of the reasons Owen attracted me so much – the way he got what he wanted, no matter how crazy or ridiculous it sounded. And it was exactly the thing that scared me. Was he honest with me?

  Did he really like me, or was I just another peak for him to climb? Another conquest to chat about with his buddies? I had met men like that, who had been with me for the bragging rights.

  Owen was totally one of those guys and if I wasn’t careful, I’d just be another notch on his bedpost. But this was business, wasn’t it?

  The connection between us felt real.

  Too real.

  Besides, I had to remind myself that I was here for Declan. I was on a mission! Or had been, before the plane.

  The island.

  All the sex.

  I was falling for Owen, and that made me feel terrible. What right did I have to have all this, when my brother was back home, sick and alone? I didn’t deserve this!

  “Are you okay?” Owen asked. “I thought you said you loved pancakes, but I can make something else.”

  “No, of course not. You’re wonderful. Too good, in fact.” I looked aside, trying my best not to break down, not to show him my weakness.

  He sat the pan aside and walked around the counter and stood next to me, a little too close. I could feel the warmth of his body. Just one tug at that towel and he’d be naked.

  I could have him right here in the kitchen if I wanted.

  He put a hand on my face and made me look at him. My eyes were wet.

  I was being ridiculous.

  “What is it?” he asked, concerned.

  I couldn’t keep it together any longer. I hugged him and hid my face in his chest, tears streaming down my face. It felt good to finally let go, to finally relax. Crying helped. It’d been so long since I had broken down like that.

  I had to be strong.

  For Declan.

  And before him, for Mom.

  “It’ll be fine,” he said, putting my arms around me and stroking my hair. “Don’t worry, Sydney, I’ve got you.”

  I cried for a few minutes, until my throat was dry and tears would no longer come. I was embarrassed at first, but he was so good, so caring, that I forgot all about it and just let myself be vulnerable.

  When I finally caught my breath and wiped my eyes, I said, “Thank you. I needed that, apparently more than I realized.”

  He nodded once. “Tell me, what’s going on? I’ll do whatever I can to make you not want to cry like that again Sydney, just let me help.”

  I was silent for a long moment, deciding whether or not I could make this last small leap of faith in him. I had only known him a day.

 
But I had to tell him the truth. It helped that we were on an island, I realized. Owen had said there was no one around in a mile radius, so nobody was watching. No one would know my secrets.

  No one but Owen.

  After a few more minutes of doubt, I said, “It’s my brother, Declan.”

  “Is he alright?”

  “No.” I tried to force on a smile, and couldn’t. It pained me to speak about it, as if suddenly Declan’s illness was becoming more real than it was.

  Owen was motionless, frowning, waiting patiently for me to speak, before asking any more questions.

  I took my time.

  “It’s cancer, of all things. Kind of cliché, I know, but…” I shrugged. The tears were clouding my vision again. “I don’t know what to do. I shouldn’t be here. I thought… I thought I was doing this for him. I thought I was on a mission for my brother! But it just feels like I’m doing this for myself. Like I’m taking a vacation from him. I’m being so ridiculous.”

  “No, no, you’re not.” He was dead serious, as if the news hit him just as hard as it had hit me when I first heard it. “I think you are very brave, and selfless. It takes balls to do what you did, Sydney. If I knew from the start, I wouldn’t have made you come here. I’m sorry.” He kissed her.

  “Don’t be,” I said. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

  “Neither have you.” I looked out the windows, at the beach in the distance, thinking. He said, “Do you want to go back to Chicago?”

  “No. That’s the problem.”

  “I see. I have another idea, and I’m not sure how you will take it, so… Either way. I really enjoyed our time together. I know it was short, but I feel really good when I’m with you, and I don’t just mean the sex.”

  “Although that doesn’t hurt, does it?” For the first time, I could smile.

  “Hell no it doesn’t. So, what would you say if I offered you to stay here with me for a while longer?”

  The idea excited me, which is why it hurt so much to refuse. I was speechless for a moment, then said, “I’d love to, Owen, really, but I can’t. I have work, and I can’t afford to miss any more days. I have to take care of Declan!”

  “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll call your work right now and handle it. And don’t worry about Declan. Just stay here, and I’ll take care of it. I have friends at the Mayo Clinic. And let me worry about the bills. It’s not a big deal.”

  “What do you get in exchange?”

  Chapter 14

  Owen

  “Thirty days, all the sex I want. No strings attached. You stay, I pay for everything. You never have to worry about your brother’s treatments again.”

  I held Sydney’s hands in mine, waiting for her reply.

  I knew this whole proposition was insane, but maybe the island was good for us.

  For both of us.

  I could run from the DA and she could get a break from taking care of her sick brother.

  Fucking cancer, why couldn’t they just find a cure for it already?

  Whenever I did get back to the States I was going to knock some heads at some pharmaceutical companies. Young kids didn’t need that shit in their lives.

  Finally, after minutes of contemplating it, she said, “I want you to promise me. If you are serious about this, Owen, you have to promise. This is not a joke. This is my family.”

  “I promise you. I will take care of it. Will you stay with me for a little longer?”

  She nodded and fell into my arms again.

  Thank God for money.

  “Now, let’s eat some pancakes and then I’ll make a few calls and get this all taken care of.”

  She smiled at me. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  +++

  “How do you feel about boats?” I asked, munching on what was left of our breakfast a couple days later. We were sitting outside on the veranda enjoying the weather.

  “You have a boat? What am I saying, of course you have a boat! I haven’t been on one for years, but I’m totally game.”

  “I have three boats, actually.” Business had been good. “And how do you feel about hiking?”

  “Not right after this ginormous breakfast, but I love it! I grew up outside Springfield, and we used to go camping every other weekend with our parents.”

  “They’re not with you anymore?” I asked on a hunch.

  She looked up at me, but she didn’t look angry about the question. “No, not for some time. What gave it away?”

  “You had that look on your face when you mentioned them. I used to see the same expression in the mirror when my folks passed away.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Me too. Accident when I was fifteen. You?”

  “Mom was cancer. Dad just kind of bailed after that. I don’t think he could look at us kids. He’s around, but not actually there, ya know?”

  I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure what that felt like.

  “So boats,” I added awkwardly, trying to move the conversation forward.

  “Yes tell me all about your boats!”

  +++

  In the afternoon, we got dressed and set out for our little hiking trip. I sent a maid out to buy some clothes for Sydney. Yoga pants looked good on her.

  Hell everything did.

  The port was on the other side of the island, in a small artificial gulf. I knew the shortest route, naturally, but decided to take a longer one, to show Sydney some views. She absolutely loved it.

  “I always wanted to get out more, you know?” Sydney said during a water break.

  “What stopped you?”

  “Work. Money. Responsibility,” she said, and I was thinking she really needed to add: My brother.

  “None of those things can hold you back here.”

  She smiled. “Let’s keep moving.”

  We walked for another half an hour before the trail finally ended at a finely paved road. From there, it was a short walk to the docks. I pointed at the boats under the cover and said, “We could take the small one, but it’s a little boring. I think the bigger one is more fun.”

  She pretended to be surprised, “I thought you had three boats?”

  “Goliath II is parked in LA. Although it’s technically a yacht…”

  “I get it Owen, you’re rich, geez!”

  She laughed and I chased her down the dock.

  I fired up the engine, while Sydney went to take a look around the boat – I had brought some wine and food for the ride.

  A few minutes later she met me up on the deck, as the boat began making its way out of the gulf.

  I grabbed her by the waist.

  “These pants are hot as fuck.”

  She rolled her eyes while I cupped her ass in my hands. “Wait, who’s driving the boat?”

  I smiled. “This thing is smarter than me. With autopilot, it doesn’t need a captain. It means I can pay attention to other things.”

  “Other things?”

  “Yes, like your fine ass in these pants. And the way your boobs are spilling out of that sports bra.”

  “Oh well then that changes everything.”

  She kissed my lips, my chin, and then down to my neck. She smelled nice, of salt water and sweat, and I began unbuttoning my shirt. The wind blew her hair, and I brushed it aside. She pulled off her sports bra and my hand cupped her breast, with her left nipple between my fingers. I was kissing her chest now, she was shivering with anticipation. I teased her, going slowly, feeling her body. She was a goddess; something to be adored. And fucked. All night long. My cock hardened at the sight of her breasts hanging free. They were perfect.

  I had undone my pants, which fell around my ankles to the deck, and slowly pulled down my boxers, letting my cock free. She leaned down and kissed around it, cupping my balls in one hand and grabbing onto my ass with the other. I held onto one of the ropes that stretched over my head. She was looking up at me, smiling, still teasing.

  Finally, she took the head of my shaft int
o her mouth, sucking slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip and along its length. She looked up at me, her eyes clear and full of mischief.

  I didn’t want to come just yet so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and laid her back on the boat. I pulled those delicious yoga pants off of her to find that she was more devious than I had realized.

  “No panties?”

  “Didn’t think I would need them,” she countered.

  “Fuck no, you don’t.”

  I spread her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs before dragging a finger along her opening.

  She was wet already and ready for me.

  Good girl.

  I went down on her, kissing and licking, as she shivered in the sun. The ocean breeze sent goosebumps up and down her body, making both her nipples perk up. I kissed her thighs, while my fingers played with her clit.

  “Fuck, I want you.”

  I turned her over and pushed my dick between her soft folds. My fingers latched onto her clit as I pounded into her sweet pussy.

  I threw back my head and closed my eyes, moaning and pounding into her soft wet pussy. I knew she liked it fast and hard. I listened to her screams as I plunged deeper inside of her. I slowed down and sucked on her neck, my cock moving inside of her, hitting all the right buttons.

  She spread my arms, her hands flat on the deck, as if she was using her whole body to hold on to it. I felt my seed coming, so I paused, and then thrusted several times, hard, until she let out a short scream. My arms went around her neck, and I pulled her up to me as she came, her body twitching against me. Her pussy walls sucking every drop of seed from me.

  She was breathing hard, coming off of her orgasm.

  “I’m glad you didn’t wear underwear,” I whispered against her skin. “From now on, the less clothes the better.”

  Chapter 15

  Sydney

  We continued to cruise, occasionally stopping by a cove to swim and cool off. I didn’t need a bathing suit, no one was around besides Owen. After a while I went below deck to take a nap. He could handle the boat on his own, it wasn’t like I was doing anything anyway. I wrapped a towel around myself and drifted off to sleep.