DOUBLE PRINCES: A Twin Step Royal Romance (With BONUS Book His Tight Little Brat)

by Cassandra Dee

  Hayden continued my thoughts.

  “It’s hard to explain,” he said, “But we love you and we love her too. We would never hurt you, and we would never hurt her either. But you have to understand, I mean I hope you can understand, that the love that we have for both of you runs deep no matter what.”

  Summer was silent for a moment.

  “But what if it came to a choice between the two of us?” she asked plaintively. “Who would you choose?”

  And I sighed again.

  “Baby, we hope it never comes down to that. I know you’re angry. I know that the abduction, Operation Smile, the botched honeymoon, all that stuff seems to be a ruse now, like we just did it for our country. But we did it for us too, don’t you see? It sounds silly to kill two birds with one stone that way, but Hay and I, we had to. There was so much to get done, and we were running out of time. We had to act fast, to make decisions that maximized success on all possible fronts.”

  And Summer was quiet then.

  “I know what you’re saying,” she said in a subdued voice. “I get it, that the love that you have for your country can co-exist with the love that you have for me. I’m just freaked out, you know? When everything we’ve experienced together … well it turns out Slovania was there all along as well.”

  And Hayden interrupted then.

  “Don’t think of Slovania as another woman,” he ground out. “Think of her more like a job. A demanding, high-stress job, but a job all the same. She brings us fulfillment, sure, but a completely different kind of fulfillment than what you provide.”

  And here Summer turned to us, her expression somber.

  “I know,” she said softly. “I know. I guess I’ve just had to work through things at my own pace. Part of it was my mom, believe it or not,” she said, scrunching up her nose. “Part of it was Candace divorcing your brother and acting like a spoiled brat afterwards.”

  I shook my head. Sure, it was great that Candace and Halson had divorced because the uncle / niece issue was gone, but at the same time, her mom’s actions afterwards … fuck that. Of course we knew everything, we knew Candace was on a yacht with that douche Philip, but sometimes it was better just to let sleeping dogs lie.

  But before Holt or I could say anything, Summer took a deep breath and continued.

  “I had to work through things at my own pace,” she said slowly, “and seeing how Candace behaved, how she never took responsibility for anything, how she lay the blame squarely on Halson although he’d done nothing but be himself, made me think again. It made me think that I was acting the same way. That I took no responsibility for anything that happened between us.”

  My bro and I looked at each other incredulously.

  “Baby, there’s no way you could have known,” I said gently. “You’d just arrived in a new country, a nineteen year-old volunteer translator. How could you have known about the rebellion, about the guys surrounding the camp, that we were princes of the kingdom?”

  And it was here that Summer gave us a searching look, biting her lip. She seemed to be internally debating before answering.

  “Because you guys talk about stuff all the time,” she said quietly. “I speak fluent Slovanian, remember? And I hear you muttering in your sleep. It’s incoherent a lot of the time, just syllables, but I’ve been sleeping with you guys for a while now,” she said, not meeting our eyes. “It took some time, but I put everything together, I just didn’t say anything,” she finished simply.

  And here, our hearts jumped. Our girl had known all along that we were princes of the country, that we’d been plotting to overthrow our dad in a royal coup?

  And as if hearing our unspoken question, the brunette nodded simply.

  “Yes, I’ve known for a while now.”

  And my brother and I were stunned speechless. Our nineteen year-old naïf, the girl who’d captured our hearts, was intelligent, clever, and discreet … confirming that she was absolutely perfect as our Queen.

  EPILOGUE

  Summer

  One year later …

  “Oh!” I moaned lightly, tossing in the big bed. “Oh god,” I moaned again, stretching a bit.

  Because Holt was tasting my cunny, biting lightly at my clit while licking my hole. The big man took a moment to press his tongue deep into me, and sparks shot through my puss, making me tremble and scream as he worked my sweet snatch.

  Hayden in the meantime, was busy with my breasts, riding them vigorously.

  “Oh yeah,” he panted, his cock pressed between my boobs, rubbing his pole up and down between their flat bellies. “Fuuuck,” he groaned as I bent my head to lick the tip of his penis on each stroke, the fifteen inch dong so near and yet so far as it swung back and forth, the big man straddling my chest.

  And finally, the three of us came hard, Hayden in my mouth, Holt in my puss, their cream spraying my fertile fields, seeding me with their man milk, my cunny twitching and spasming, welcoming the release, working those shafts with every shred of desire in my being.

  Afterwards, we lay panting and spent on the big bed, exhausted, a tangle of moist limbs. Holt caressed my flanks absentmindedly, his hand lightly caressing my curves, dipping to stroke against my cunny again, fingers coming away wet.

  “Baby want more?” he rumbled, a smile on his face. Mischievously, he increased the pressure, pushing a digit in although I’d just come hard on his hot rod.

  And Hayden wasn’t about to be left out. The King sucked his middle finger, moistening it, before running it around my flower.

  “Ohhh!” I squealed, tensing up instinctively. Despite years in bed with them now, I still buck whenever my anus is touched, the pleats oh-so-sensitive, contracting at a man’s hand although I’ve taken both their dongs back there multiple times.

  But Hayden wasn’t deterred and with a firm, smooth glide, eased his finger into my anal chamber, enjoying the dryness, the way my bottom immediately clenched around his digit.

  “She’s good, isn’t she?” he rumbled to his brother.

  “Oh yeah,” replied Holt.

  And I only laughed then, the giggles turning into another sigh of pleasure as the big men diddled me two ways, running in and out of my sweet cavities, tasting my nectar, making me come again. Because you see, there are no secrets between us. Ever since I revealed that they sleep talk, Holt and Hayden know that I’m privy to matters of state, that I know about the sensitive issues surrounding the crown. And instead of backing off, of treating me like a leper, they embrace it.

  “Give us your thoughts,” encouraged Holt, “tell us what you think.”

  “But-but I’m not sure,” I said flustered, “I mean, I’m hardly an expert on geopolitical matters.”

  “It’s no problem,” said Hayden gently. “Most wives aren’t experts in their husbands’ fields. You’re a sounding board for us, an honest opinion, someone to tell us ‘no, you’re acting crazy’ when everyone else is too intimidated.”

  And I flushed, remembering that conversation from so long ago, when I’d expressed reservations about their untrammeled power as King and Prime Minister. Because you know what? It’s worked out for us. I’m the twins’s counterweight, their sounding board, the person they rely on for a second opinion. And my husbands value it, my opinion is worthwhile, what I think absolutely matters.

  So we’ve settled into domestic bliss, or at least as blissful as it can be with a six-month old baby girl sleeping in the next room. Speaking of which, little Sophie’s wail rang out in the air, making us start before laughing, the sound of resigned happiness.

  “Daddy, your little girl’s calling you,” I said to Hayden.

  The big man nuzzled my neck, trailing a hand lightly over my boob.

  “I think Sophie’s other daddy wants him to get her,” he growled, tweaking my nip. “Your turn,” he said to his twin.

  And with a big sigh, Holt heaved himself out of bed, his massive torso flashing in the dim light.

  “Coming Baby Sophie,” he call
ed out, “Daddy’s coming,” he repeated, pulling on a robe before heading to the next room where our child lay.

  And I sighed happily. Our little girl has the deep blue eyes of her fathers and my brunette curls, a mixture of the three of us, making our hearts melt with her infectious laugh and sweet smile.

  And like most families, we’ve established a routine for the baby. King Hayden takes her to the royal nursery in the mornings, and her alleged uncle, the Prime Minister, picks her up after work each day, bringing her back to my arms for an evening of play, before putting her to bed. And then the real work begins, because the King and Prime Minister want to hear what I have to say. My thoughts, my opinions, my take on current events, politics, news, everything matters. But most of all, we talk about the health and welfare of the Slovanian people, our concern and care running deep, our empathy strong, our desire to transform the society into something fair, just and equal, true and profound. Because the Slovanian people don’t just belong to Holt and Hayden anymore – they’re my people now as well.

  But what the people don’t know is just how modern our family is, with three parents for our little girl, our ménage continuing, the dirty threesome ever better, our ties deeper, our connection more meaningful. After all, Hayden and Holt are my princes still … Double Princes for the ages.

  THE END

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

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  Cassandra

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  It seemed that my precocious teen was a virgin physically, but not in spirit or mind. I growled, tearing open the condom packet.

  “Now baby, put this on me,” I commanded. She fumbled a bit, trying to figure out which way was front. Soon she had it down though, stretching the latex across my penis head and slowly, oh so slowly, rolling the plastic down my shaft. It felt wonderful, her little hands stroking across my dong, caressing it as she sheathed me.

  “Now that you’ve figured it out, take it off,” I growled.

  Her eyes flew open. “But Daddy,” she said. “I’m not on the pill.”

  “Honey, it’s hard to get pregnant your first time, so let’s just chance it okay?” I said, nibbling at her neck. “Besides I hate the feel of a condom, it’ll be more special if I’m in you bareback.”

  “I guess so,” she said shyly, burying her face in my neck. But her fingers pulled the condom off eagerly, throwing the limp plastic on the floor. “What next Daddy?” she breathed. “Teach me everything.”

  His Tight Little Brat:

  Having His Baby

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

  © 2015

  By Gemma Wolf

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Madeline

  I modeled my prom dress in the mirror, my heart racing. The red dress hugged my curves, the sweetheart neckline showing off the tops of my tits before skimming my waist and flowing into a long gown. I’d had my hair and make-up professionally done that morning, and the golden strands were swept into an updo, a few wisps framing my face.

  I’d spent the last three weeks making sure everything was perfect for this night because it was the night of the big reveal – my boyfriend Michael and I were going to take each other’s virginities. We’d been together for a year and wore promise rings, silver bands pledging our innocence to each other. Cheesy right? But it didn’t matter. We wanted to be each other’s firsts, and the rings were a visible sign of our commitment.

  Michael was super-hot. He was the captain of the swim team, with a surfer’s bleached blond hair and the muscled build of a professional athlete. He was a little dumb, but I’d ignored it because I wanted to feel his cock in me, that massive dong I’d traced through his pants just last night.

  “Keep going Madeline,” he’d panted as we sat in the movie theater.

  I’d let my fingers trail lightly over his bulge before taking a firm grip in my hand. It was tempting to do more, but I wanted my first time to be special, not in the back of some seedy theater while the latest action film boomed around us. I gave him one last squeeze and then pulled my hand away, whispering in his ear.

  “Later okay?” I murmured. “I want to save it for prom night.”

  “God, you’re such a fucking tease,” he’d whined, giving me a dirty look. I could see that he was fully aroused, his cock punching painfully against his fly as he shifted uncomfortably. I didn’t care though. We’d promised ourselves to each other, and I wanted my first time to be special, not like this.

  The only problem was my stepdad Conrad. Michael and I had reserved the honeymoon suite at my dad’s hotel, Le Fleur Elyse. So … I guess Conrad basically knew that I didn’t plan on coming home tonight. I mean, it’s his property, so he has access to the guest list, and my credit card bills go straight to him anyways. It was a little awkward, but I figured Daddy wouldn’t mind on my big night.

  I jumped into my car and drove over to Le Fleur. It was early, but I wanted the room to be set up exactly right, and had some supplies with me. Wine, chocolate, flowers … and condoms, size XL for my big night.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Madeline

  I pulled into the circular driveway of the hotel. The porter opened my door and greeted me courteously.

  “Welcome, Ms. Johnson,” he said. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

  “Hi Ricky, is my dad here today?” I asked.

  “I haven’t seen him, but my shift didn’t start until eleven this morning.”

  Okay, Conrad usually left for work around ten, so it was possible that the porter had missed him. I took the escalator to the penthouse suite, waiting patiently as the doors pinged open. The living area was luxurious, fancy artwork on the walls. My stepdad was known for his expensive tastes, and that applied to all of his properties.

  Oddly, I could hear some noises coming from the bedroom, but figured it was just housekeeping. I busied myself around the living area, putting the flowers in water and the chocolates in the fridge. I pulled the condoms and lube out of my purse. Where would be the best place to stash these? I moved towards the bedroom, figuring that even if housekeeping was still there, I could slip them into a bedside table unnoticed.

  As I drew near though, I realized that the sounds weren’t the normal sounds of dusting or sweeping. Instead, I could hear … huffing. There were long moans, followed by sighs and grunts and then a rhythmic slapping sound. A high-pitched squeal rang out, and I edged the door open to take a peek.

  Holy shit. I could see a butt-naked man mounted on a woman, his muscular ass moving up and down as he pumped away. I was pissed. This hotel suite should have been unoccupied by now.

  I got ready to interrupt, but then the woman turned her head to the side mid-sigh, and I caught a glimpse of her face. My jaw dropped open and my hand started to reach for my phone. It was Sabrina, my arch-nemesis at school, last year’s prom princess and a ruthless, scheming bitch. I stealthily got out my phone, trying to catch her with her legs spread. I wasn’t sure what I’d do with the video, but there had to be some way to publicly humiliate her.r />
  Suddenly the fucking reached fever pitch and the man orgasmed hard, raising his head as his hips gave a final pull and thrust. “FUCK!” he bellowed.

  I screamed then, shock and horror causing all the blood to drain from my body. The ass I’d seen pumping into the gorgeous brunette was my very own Michael, the man I’d pledged my virginity to. Instead of respecting our vow and cherishing our relationship, here he was, fucking a girl I hated! I crumpled to the floor in shock, my red dress spilling all around me.

  “Michael,” I screamed. “What the fuck is this? How could you?”

  There was no denying the situation. They were both totally naked, and as Michael pulled his dick out, I could see dribbles of semen trailing from the head, his shaft still covered in Sabrina’s fluid. She had the presence of mind to pull a sheet over her naked body, but Michael was so dumb he just let his penis flop against his thigh.

  “Michael!” I shrieked again. “We were supposed to be fucking for the first time tonight, and instead you go and fuck this … this … this ho!” I cried outraged.

  “Who’s calling whom a ho?” said Sabrina cattily. “You think you’re so high and mighty with those stupid promise rings, but Michael’s been fucking me all year, Madeline. You think that people like you at school? No, you’re just the poor girl whose mom married rich. You’re nothing!” she screeched.

  Michael was startled out of his stupor and nodded his head. “You’re a prude Madeline,” he agreed. “I only put the promise ring on because I wanted to fuck a virgin, but I had no intention of ever saving myself for you. I wasn’t even a virgin when you gave it to me,” he added.