Then there's the other problem. There are two of them. This confession would be a hard enough conversation to have if there was just one man involved. What if they want to make me choose between them? What if the think I'm sick for saying I can't? Or won’t. Because I won’t. It’s both of them or nothing. There is no way I could push one of them to the side. I know I’m risking the relationship we have right now, this something between flirty and sisterly. Sounds strange, I know, but something is different after tonight. Very different. I hope it's not just me who's feeling it.
“We’re home,” Antony announces from the front.
I look up and see my little house, our little house, I think of it now. The place we’ve been sharing and calling home the past few weeks. I love having them here. Making dinner together, having movie marathons and late night swims. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Almost. Antony pulls up to the front and Kieren jumps out, pulling me into his arms and carrying me over the threshold and into the house like I’m a brand new bride. The thought makes me flush.
Kieren sets me on my feet in the living room and stands with his hands lightly on my shoulders, rubbing his fingertips over the tightly corded muscles at the base of my neck. Antony checks the doors and sets the alarm, always the careful one.
Antony walks to us and lays his hand on my cheek, giving me a rare smile. “You know you don't need to worry about anything, Vickie. We’ll always take care of you.”
“He’s right,” Kieren turns me around to face him, pushing my hair off my cheeks.
I feel them look at each other over my head and know that there’s some sort of signal passing between them. I can feel their twin communication because I'm used to it from years of witnessing how in tune they can be without any words. What are they telling each other? I’m afraid they’re going to leave now that Dennis is in jail.
“I was terrified one of you was going to get hurt tonight but what would I have done if you hadn’t been there?” I blurt out. I feel tears gathering in the corner of my eyes and will them not to fall.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Kieren sweeps his thumbs across my cheeks, catching my tears when they slip through my lashes.
I gaze at him, searching his eyes for a sign, for any kind of indication that he might be feeling what I'm feeling. His expression is soft and a little pained, as though his heart is hurting because I'm crying. It's enough for me to take this risk. If he rejects me, I can blame it on the emotions and fear from the Dennis incident. My mind is screaming at me because this is my chance but I'm so scared, then Kieren strokes my cheek again and his eyes drift to my lips and it's enough for me to take the leap. I lean forward and rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. Soft, is all I can think. And OMG. My heart skitters and aches at the same time. I slip my hands around his neck and I lean in closer, molding my body to his, waiting for him to respond.
Please, I think. Please feel the same way.
Kieren is still. I pull my lips away and look up at him. He lifts his hand and runs his fingertips across his lip but still says nothing. I swallow back my fear and turn to face Antony. He’s so like Kieren yet so different at the same time. I step closer to him and raise my face to his, giving him time to back away if he wants. He doesn’t move and no expression crosses his face but I see him swallow slightly. I place my hand lightly along the side of his face and raise my lips to him, pressing easily against the yielding skin of his mouth. And he’s the one who parts his lips, slipping his tongue against mine, tasting of cinnamon as he sweeps his tongue across my lips.
When I step back, a look passes between them again. Then they’re staring down at me, their faces unreadable and impassive. It’s time for me to do what I need to do.
“Listen,” I let out a shaky breath, “I need to tell you something.”
“We’ve got something to talk to you about, too,” Antony says.
“Me first.” I have to get this out before I lose my courage.
They nod and lead me to the sofa, settling on either side of me. I keep my gaze trained forward, I’m afraid to meet their eyes.
“I love you,” I blurt, then my mind goes blank. I can’t believe that’s what I’ve told them. Talk about jumping in at the deep end.
"We love you too," Antony says softly and I feel like my heart stops.
“Both of you," I say quickly as though he hasn't grasped that fact.
"We know," Kieren says.
I shake my head because the way they're talking isn't with the passion of lovers but the sensitivity of brothers to the stepsister they've known for years. "I want you both," I say softly. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" I look between them but neither meets my eyes. Oh god. I think I'm making a terrible mistake here but there’s no going back. I've dug half a hole and now I'm gonna tumble into it regardless of its depth. "I’m sorry if that makes me selfish. I can't help how I feel and I can't choose between you. I won't, okay. Don't tell me to do that." My voice cracks and Antony takes my other hand.
I’m holding my breath, waiting for one of them to say something or for them to walk out the door. Instead, I feel hands in my hair and around my waist.
“You don’t have to choose, we wouldn’t ask you to do that,” Kieren murmurs against my hair.
Is this happening? A glow ignites inside me, spreading across my body.
I feel Kieren’s lips across my temple. “We want this, too. We both want you.”
Antony’s lips are moving across my shoulders, nipping lightly at my skin. This is going to happen. It’s all up to me now. Tonight is going to change everything about my life. What was once my fantasy is about to become reality, and for once in my life, I'm going to take a risk. Tomorrow, there will be consequences to think about but I’ll face them then.
Hands are urging me up. I let them lead me towards the bedroom, let them sit me on the end of the bed. Kieren and Antony are above me, stroking my hair, kissing lightly on my fingers. Suddenly, they seem timid and unsure. I want to see the real twins.
I reach down and tug at the bottom of my dress, peeling the material upward and over my head. Now I’m in nothing but a pair of white, sheer panties. I take the twins by the hands and move back, toward the head of the bed, leading them along. They follow willingly.
Kieren moves first, slipping his hands into my hair and his tongue into my mouth. He sucks at my lips and bites at the sensitive flesh on the inside of my lower lip. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Where Antony tasted of cinnamon, Kieren tastes of something deeper, a dark spice I can’t name. His taste floods my mouth and I moan against him.
I feel Antony sliding up behind me, his arms circling my ribs. He lifts my hair and presses his lips against my neck as his hands slip up my sides to cup my tits. I don't know how to feel, knowing that Kieren is watching every touch, seeing my body respond and hearing my moans. I've known these men for years and I feel safe with them, but I'm just a girl. As much as I've fantasized about this very moment, that doesn't mean I'm not feeling butterflies in my stomach and fear in my heart. I don't want to disappoint them. I don't want this to drive a wedge between us and I know it has the potential too. Sex is complicated enough with two. With three and a whole heap of history, it's a minefield.
When he pinches my nipples between his fingers, tugging and plucking them into hardness, I arch into his touch and try to relax, surrendering my mouth to Kieren’s kiss.
My senses are overwhelmed as my stepbrothers show me how they feel about me, and I’m not sure I can handle it. Already my body is burning and searing from the lightest touch. Antony is leaving trails of heat across my back as he draws his tongue down my spine. Kieren has moved down my neck and pulled my tight nipples from Antony’s fingers and into his warm mouth. His teeth nip before he sucks them hard, drawing out an ache that pulls down into my core.
I moan because I can't keep it inside. It feels so good, so dirty and raw but erotic too. I feel sexy and alive.
Antony’s hands slide over my ass, massag
ing as he bites at my shoulders. My thoughts are liquid, sliding away from me as pure sensation takes over.
I’m caught between them both. Everywhere there are hands and mouths, tasting and taking and drawing long sighs from deep inside me. I’m shifted back on the bed and I feel my panties sliding down my legs and cooling air blowing across my thighs as my last remaining defense is tossed.
I open my eyes and see them, one on either side of the bed, looking down at me.
“You're so beautiful, Vickie," Antony says and I'm filled with warmth.
Kieren kisses my shoulder as though he's more comfortable with showing me how he feels rather than telling me and I reach out to stroke his face.
“I want to see you,” I whisper. "Show me."
Rustling and the sound of zippers lowering fills the room and then there they are. My beautiful twins. Big, broad and muscular, with gorgeous tanned skin. Awe inspiring chests narrowing down into flat, toned stomachs, each of them with a small furred line starting just beneath their belly button and moving down. Their legs are thick, strong, and as I always imagined, their cocks are magnificent. Jutting from a patch of dark hair, each one long and wide...and mine.
The bed dips on either side as they both slide in next to me. Their flesh sears where it presses against mine. Antony catches my lips with his, slipping his tongue deep inside my mouth, drinking in my taste. Kieren’s fingers circle over my stomach, light touches that make me shiver. Then, they both seek out my nipples. Seeing them both suckling me at the same time is too much. The sensations are similar but they each suck and bite in a different rhythm, one rougher while the other twists his tongue around and around. Hands are drifting down my quivering stomach and then, on either side, pulling my thighs open.
My body is already rising up off the bed, my mind slipping into another realm of consciousness. I feel thick fingers pressing against my pussy, parting my labia to the cool air. It’s Antony, I think, pushing his fingers up inside me, first one, then another. I feel so wet and swollen.
I can’t speak but I hear Kieren murmuring against my ear. It’s low and sexy sounding but I’m not sure what he’s saying. The blood roaring through my body is drowning out everything else.
Antony is still moving his fingers in and out of me and just when I think I can’t take more I feel a mouth close over my clit. Antony’s fingers are fucking me and Kieren is licking my where I'm most sensitive. My body melts into the bed when I feel another mouth biting at the inside of my thighs. Antony, sinking his teeth deep into the tender skin, his fingers still working at my quivering core.
I’m nothing but exposed nerves and sensation, with lips and teeth sucking and biting at me, fingers pushing up into my pussy, and another hand pulling at my hard nipples. I’m being touched everywhere and I don’t want it stop. There’s not an inch of my skin that isn’t sliding along someone else’s warmth. There isn’t a part of me that isn’t raw sensation.
It comes without warning when Antony pushes his fingers deep and Kieren pulls the flat of his tongue across my clit. I explode, wordless, arching off the bed, bursts of light sparking behind my eyes, my body almost convulsing with the pure pleasure that’s pouring over it in waves.
I’m drifting back down now, aware of someone planting soft kisses across my stomach. My hand lands on a head with hair cut close to the scalp. Antony, then. Kieren is on my right, drawing his fingers up and down my ribs and over my tits, his touch light and easy. He bends over me and pulls me into a deep kiss, claiming my mouth with his.
I raise my head when I feel them move away from me, I feel lost and alone without them there and I’m afraid they’re leaving, but they’re simply situating me differently. I catch them glancing at each and realize that we’re far from done.
Antony pulls me to end of the bed, stopping to give me a deep kiss before he drops a pillow to the floor. He leads me down, placing my knees on the pillow before moving in front of me and sitting himself on the edge of the bed. I’m level with chest for now, and I lean forward and drag my tongue across the hard edges of his muscles. He’s steel covered in hot satin. I bite at him, moving lower and smiling to myself when I feel his stomach quiver under my tongue.
Kieren moves behind me, his hands skimming from my knees to my thighs. He nudges my legs further apart and I feel the slickness of my arousal. His hands roam over my ass, fingers running down the cleft before slipping lower and pushing into my slick pussy. I moan and push back against him, rocking my hips against his hand.
Antony wraps my hair tightly around his hand and guides my head forward. His cock is fisted in his other hand and he presses my head down until my lips brush across the throbbing tip. It jerks against my mouth and my tongue flicks out, taking my first taste of him. I open my lips and slide his cock into my mouth, my tongue circling the head, flickering against the sensitive v-shape where the shaft meets the head. I can hear him moaning my name above me and it sends a thrill shooting through me.
My hips are jerked backward then and Kieren slips his fingers out of my grasping sex. Antony’s tight grip on my hair keeps my mouth firmly on his cock as I feel Kieren’s pressing against my pussy. His cock is positioned at my entrance and his fingers are firmly pressed into my hips, holding me still. He pushes and I feel myself open but it’s not enough to take him in. I slide my legs further apart and he pushes in again. I’m stretching around Kieren’s dick and feeling Antony’s cock in the back of my throat. It’s a sensation like I’ve never had before. I’m full and caught between them. Antony pushes into me as Kieren pulls back and I’m rocking between them. Each thrust pushes and pulls me one way, then another and I’m caught between the sensations rolling up and down my body. This is what I want but there is still a part of me that’s scared and a part of me that can’t really believe it’s happening.
Kieren holds my hips tightly and pumps into me, his cock thick and hot inside me, pummeling against my slickened pussy. I’m greedy and each time he pulls back, I push against him, trying to keep his cock deep inside me, wanting to be as close to him as I can be.
Antony is pushing into my sucking mouth, my teeth scraping across his cock when he pushes it over my tongue and into the back of my throat. He surges upward, pressing deeper and deeper into my mouth until each thrust leaves me gagging slightly around his cock.
My body is pulled apart by my twins, sensations spiraling in every direction. I’m impaled and quivering and close to collapsing. The only thing holding me up are the cocks and hands of my twin stepbrothers, one on each end, intent on only me.
I feel Antony shuddering in my mouth and with a wordless shout, he explodes across my tongue. I gulp him down, pushing until I feel the base of his cock on my lips. He jerks and pulses in my mouth and it’s too much for me now. I can't hold myself back. When I feel Kieren thrust deeply, I explode around him. Antony’s cock strangles my cries as my hips buck against Kieren, my pussy clutching at his cock, throbbing and straining. He pumps into me twice, three more times and I feel him stiffen. Then he’s gone too, spilling into me, his fingers digging into my hips as his cocks jumps inside me.
Oh my god.
I've imaged this so many times but I never got it right. My fantasies were too choreographed and the reality has been so much rawer. My heart is skittering, sweat cooling in the small of my back as I inhale quickly, trying to catch my breath. I can hear the twins doing the same.
I look up and see the softest expression on Antony's face. He cups my cheek, stroking over my lips in a way that is so reverent I feel tears burning at the back of my throat. Kieren rests his hands on my hips and kisses me between my shoulder blades and it's all I can do not to tell them that I love them and want to spend the rest of my life doing this over and over again. Antony takes my hand and we collapse into a heaving pile on the bed, limbs twisted and tangled around each other. The twins are stroking me lazily, running fingers through my hair and over the curve of my hips. I settle in between them and before long their breathing deepens and they sleep
, entwined around me.
I want to talk about what we did, but they obviously don't feel the need to do any kind of post-match run down. I guess that's pretty typical of men, so instead I'm lost in my own thoughts. Before I drift to sleep I can't help but wonder if I've done the right thing or if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.
I know that this could end my career if it becomes public knowledge, but it's not just me on the line here. The twins have their own business to think of. How many clients would they get if people thought they were likely to get sexually involved with whoever they were protecting?
Have I been selfish and put their company at risk?
I listen to the sounds of the night and stare at the darkened ceiling. I’m torn between guilt and I don’t give a shit. Why should anyone care what we do in the privacy of our home? But they’d tear us apart. The tabloids and entertainment reporters would pounce on us like wolves if they knew. We’d be ripped to shreds on every magazine show around, and a week later forgotten when another scandal breaks, but our lives would still be ruined. As I drift into an uneasy sleep I can’t help but wonder what my selfish heart and body just did?
11
ANTONY
Bacon sizzles and pops on the stovetop and the smell of fresh coffee wafts across the kitchen. I hear the familiar shuffle of Kieren’s feet as he makes his way to the table and drops into a chair with a grunt.
“Morning,” I say to him.
“Morning,” he mumbles, sleep still caught in his throat.
I move the bacon off the burner, pour a cup of coffee and place it on the table in front of Kieren. He gives me a grateful look and sips at the steaming cup.
“Where’s Victoria?”
He gestures back toward the bedroom with his cup. “Shower.”
I clear my throat. “Should we talk about this?”
Kieren gulps at the coffee, wincing as it burns down his throat. “If you think we should.”
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