BODYGUARD BROTHERS: A TWIN STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE

by Samantha Twinn

  Kendra helps me slip into my outfit and slide on my shoes. Then, we’re in the hallway again, the producer leading the way to the studio. I can see the brightly lit soundstage and the mechanical monster cameras. Kendra touches up my make-up and fluffs up my hair, giving me a huge grin and thumbs up before heading into the sound booth to watch. A sound guy comes over and quickly hooks up my microphone before leading me to a chair onstage.

  The host gives me a quick hello, assures me everything will run smoothly, and then the lights go down. The show theme music starts up and then the lights are blinding. Almost as blinding as the host's megawatt smile.

  “Hello, Los Angeles! Welcome to The Hollywood Minute, I’m Halle Vale with your daily entertainment buzz. We’re here tonight with actress Victoria Chase. Hi, Victoria, you look gorgeous, how are you?”

  “Good, good, thank you, Halle. How are you?” Even though my heart is pounding out of my chest, I’m still Michael Carter’s daughter. I can get through anything the industry throws at me.

  “Excellent. Now, we’ll get right to it because I feel like we’ve got a lot to cover, okay.”

  “Whatever you say, Halle.” I give her my own megawatt grin.

  “Now, your new movie? I hear there’s Oscar buzz.”

  “Oh,” I dip my head, give her my humble face, “I’d be very honored to be nominated but really, it was just an honor to work with such a fabulous cast and crew. We became more like family, really.”

  “That’s great. But, you had some trouble at the premiere. A stalker? Would you tell us more about that?”

  I can see where she’s leading me and suddenly I don’t care. I’ll answer her questions and I’ll answer them honestly.

  “I did, yes. It was scary. He’s showed up several more times, attacked me in public, but now I have a restraining order against him and bodyguards, he’s stayed away. He’s resorted to attacking me in the media now.” There, I opened it up for her.

  “Bodyguards, yes. You hired your stepbrothers, didn’t you…”

  “Correct, I did.”

  “And would you like to address the rumors that your stalker, and former manager, leveled at you concerning your stepbrothers?” Her voice is full of manufactured concern. She even leans over and pats my hand.

  I take a deep breath. “Yes, I would like to address them.”

  “Were you involved with your stepbrothers’ intimately, Victoria?”

  “Yes, I was. I am, still.”

  I can hear gasps just off the stage and then the entire studio goes completely silent.

  “Would you care to elaborate on that?” Halle asks me.

  “It’s hard to explain but I’ll try.” I shift myself and stare straight at Halle, I picture her as one of my oldest friends.

  “They make me happier than I’ve ever been. I love them, both, in ways that are equal but different because they’re separate people. We’ve always been close, ever since our parents were married, and they were there for me when my dad died. They’ve always been there for me, no matter what. They’ve never asked me for anything I didn’t want to give. And they even tried to take some of the media attention off me after Dennis came forward with his interview announcement.”

  “They sound like great guys.”

  “They are, the best.” My smile is genuine this time. “And I’ve come to realize, we can’t judge love. It’s different for everyone. It comes in all shapes and sizes and configurations. As long as everyone involved has the mental acuity to consent, why do we worry so much about how another adult loves?”

  “Well, there has been criticism and backlash. What do you think of that?” The host looks off to the side with a small nod and I see the producers scrambling, phones to their ears. I’ve just given them the juiciest scoop they’ve gotten all year.

  “I don’t care,” I laugh.

  “Really?” The host sounds skeptical.

  “No, really. I’m not going to lower my standards, settle for second best just because some people don’t like the way I live. I’m tired of tiptoeing around, wondering what people will think of me. That’s no way live. I’d rather be dead than live my life trying to fit into someone else’s standards.”

  “That’s a brave way to look at it.” Halle is smiling at me now, giving me encouragement.

  “Not really, I just want what most people want. To live my own life and do what makes me happy. And that’s Antony and Kieren. Isn’t that what everyone wants? To be happy? To be in love? I’m through letting other people tell me what kind of love is ‘right’. I’m Victoria Chase, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to do with my own life.”

  Halle turns to the camera and gives it her megawatt smile. “You heard it here, folks. I’m Halle Vale and this is your Hollywood Minute.”

  The lights go down and suddenly the stage is a cacophony of people. Kendra runs over to me and gives me a huge, bone-rattling hug.

  Halle taps me on the shoulder and I pry Kendra off me.

  “I just have to tell you, that was a great interview.” She gives me a quick hug. “And also, I’m kind of jealous. I’ll be rooting for you and the boys.” She gives me another quick hug and turns away to talk to her producers.

  “You have to call the boys. You have to!” Kendra fishes her phone out of her pocket and hands it to me.

  “Thanks, I will, and have someone get me an Uber, okay?” I run down the hallway and out into the parking area. I punch up Antony’s number and wait, my leg jiggling nervously.

  Then I hear his ringtone.

  I jerk my head up and look across the parking lot. He’s standing beside his black SUV, Kieren almost falling out of the passenger side.

  We meet each other halfway across the blacktop and I throw myself at them, giggles and tears mingling.

  “Well, the cat’s out now,” I say, nervous laughter spilling out.

  “You crazy, crazy girl,” Antony is whispering against my cheek.

  “I can’t believe you did that. What about acting?” Kieren is holding tightly to my arm.

  “I don’t care, Kieren. I just want to be with you and Antony. And besides, this kind of notoriety will bring its own kind of offers. I won’t be out of the game, you’ll see.”

  “You’re sure about this?” Antony asks.

  “I love you…and you. And I’ve never been surer.” Then I’m kissing them, my mouth moving from one set of lips to another, lips alike yet so different. There’s nothing like this in the world.

  They bundle me into the SUV, Kieren in the back with me, and we head back towards my house. I’m drowsy and content cuddled up against him, Antony grinning back over the seat at us every chance he gets.

  “Are we hired again?” Kieren asks.

  “So hired,” I say.

  “Well, boss lady, I’m going to need to ask for some time off.”

  I twist around. “Why is that?”

  “Because I’m taking my girlfriend somewhere remote, tropical and clothing optional.”

  EPILOGUE

  VICTORIA

  The sugary soft sand is warm against my back and the sound of waves lapping a few feet away is lulling me into drowsiness.

  Kieren kept his word. We’re on a private island in the Caribbean, owned by some sultan or sheikh or someone like that. It’s the same island we came to for a family vacation right after our parents married. It’s also the same place I saw the twins naked for the first time, in an outdoor shower after a day of jet-skiing and sand wrestling.

  It’s beautiful and remote. The sea is the clearest sapphire and deliciously warm. Tiny, colorful fish dart between coral and waving ocean flowers on the pure white ocean floor. It feels like we’re the only people for a thousand miles. Every morning, a small boat arrives with a few house staff. They clean and cook and leave supplies and then leave before it’s even lunch. The rest of the time, it’s just us.

  I’ve been naked since I got here.

  A shadow falls over me and I look up. Kieren is standing over me, bronzed a
nd gleaming and nude as a Greek statue. He’s been naked since we got here too.

  He holds out a hand and pulls me up and then helps me brush off the sand. His hands linger longer than necessary for dusting off the sand and wander into a few places the sand didn’t go.

  “It’s almost lunch time,” he says, and we head a few yards back up the beach to the open-air house chatting easily about nothing important.

  I never want to leave here but I have another movie starting in a couple of weeks. It was just as I predicted. After my reveal, offers from independent and Avant Garde producers and directors started pouring in. I had my pick of meaty rolls to choose from, complex characters every actress dreams of playing one day.

  Defender, Inc is doing well, too. Before we left for the island calls were coming in daily for potential clients. A-list actors and high-class events were clamoring to book them now. Defender, Inc. is on its way to being the biggest private security firm in Los Angeles. ABS on the other hand, is buried in law suits and legal troubles not only from us but other clients as well.

  Dennis has disappeared. No one is sure where he’s gone but we’re hoping it’s jail or for some medical support. Where ever he is, I don't have to worry because I know my boys will take care of me. Samson has been indicted on embezzlement charges. Seems I wasn’t the only client he’s been ripping off, and while I’m still sad about what happened, I’m glad that I realized the kind of person he is early on in my career.

  And I’m here, with the loves of my life, happier than I’ve ever dreamed of being.

  The table on the beachside patio is set for lunch and Antony, in shorts (the prude!), is setting bowls on the table. The staff always leave us with gourmet meals and snacks. We settle around the table, wine and sparkling water flowing, food delicious, company even more so.

  “Oh!” I say, “I got an email from Kendra. She’s going to be working on that new action movie with those twins, I forget their names, but you know who I’m talking about.”

  Kieren guffaws, “Those twins better watch out for her.”

  Antony just shakes his head with a smile.

  After lunch, we head inside, the house is cool without use of an air-conditioner. The high ceilings and open walls let the beach breeze flow through. Kieren leads me to the bedroom because this is what we do in this place that is like our own personal paradise. The bed is high and vast, with sheer creamy curtains billowing in the breeze. We’ve spent just as much time in this bed as we have on the beach.

  Kieren eases me back and leans down to nibble softly at my lips. Antony, his shorts suddenly gone, is nipping at my thigh.

  Here, in the sultry tropical air, our love-making is slow and easy.

  I sit up and push Kieren to his back, his cock already thick and rigid. I’m always ready for my twins, anytime. I climb over Kieren, my tongue trailing across his stomach, tasting the sea and salt air on his skin. Easing my leg over his thighs, I grab the base of his cock and position it at my opening. My pussy is wet, slickness already coating down his shaft. Whenever they are near me I feel like this; hot and ready to show them how much they mean to me. I push myself down, moaning as I slide down each throbbing inch of him. He grabs my hips and tugs me forward, grinding me down onto his cock, filling and stretching me in a way that blows my mind. I move slowly, undulating over him and he holds my gaze with his arousal-darkened eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice gravelly with desire. I feel beautiful here being worshiped by my twins.

  Antony moves in behind me, his cock throbbing against my back and his fingers searching for my nipples. He turns my head and his lips find mine. His tongue invades, tasting my mouth, sweeping across my lips, every kiss telling me exactly how he feels about me. My hips grind down, Kieren hard between my thighs when Antony reaches down and strokes at my swollen clit. I buck and Kieren pulls me back down hard, slamming his cock deep into me. I’m gasping now, my hips rolling over Kieren, my breath coming in jerking pants as Antony circles his fingers over my clit. It comes out of nowhere, the tidal wave that breaks over my body and pulls deep into pleasure. I ride it, my head back, eyes closed, feeling my twins surround me with their love.

  So quickly I almost think I’ve imagined, Antony has pulled me off of Kieren and onto my knees, taking Kieren’s place between my legs before my body has had a chance to drift down from the high it’s on. Kieren pulls my mouth to his cock and I sink, sliding it down my throat and tasting the tanginess of my own pleasure on his shaft. He strokes my hair and my cheeks as I pleasure him and it doesn’t take long before we’re all breaking apart together.

  We talk later, as we lie tangled together in bed, about the past and the future. Of days shared when we were uncertain teenagers and the feelings we had for each other even in those early days. We laugh about the wasted time and unrequited feelings. We make plans for the days when we leave our island paradise and head back to reality. I know that whatever happens next will be right because the twins are with me on this journey we call life, and with them by my side, I know that we can achieve anything.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Samantha Twinn has always enjoyed reading romances so she decided to trade in her boring office job for a career in the amazing world of books. Part editor, part writer, she's excited to embark on creating her favorite kind of naughty stories.

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  FOSTER BROTHERS – A MFM MENAGE ROMANCE

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  I didn’t mean to have s*x with my foster brothers…

  Missi

  I was given my name by the seven-year-old boy who found me by a dumpster wrapped in rags.

  Hudson said that he loved me at first sight and he'd never let me go. He kept his promise for as long as he could. He and Flint were my foster brothers until circumstances forced us apart.

  My life has always been hard and trouble just won’t seem to let me go. The chatroom is where I go to find a connection, but this time I get way more than I bargained for.

  Hudson

  My heart belongs to a girl I never met.

  I’m a fantasy maker. A name in a chatroom, a finger, and a voice, and if you’re standing on the balcony at Club Forbidden, I’m going to make you come.

  Except the girl with blonde hair like a pixie doesn’t leave it at that. She kisses me and tells me she wants more. I keep getting the feeling that I know her, but I break my rule and take her back to my place anyway.

  When I find out who she is I don’t know what to do , but I need to make sure she’s safe before time runs out.

  Flint

  I’m a fighter, a brawler, an MMA champion. I take out my frustrations in the ring so I can be there for my brother. When he had to leave his NFL career behind, he gave up on everything, so finding a girl in his bed is a relief. Then I realize who she is and everything changes.

  Missi was my sister but she's all grown up now. I can't help the way she makes me feel and I'm damn well not going to feel guilty about it.

  I know there is something she’s not telling me, though, but whatever it is, I’m going to do what I do best and protect the ones I love for as long as I can.

  Foster Brothers is a 55,000-word standalone MENAGE romance novel with a happy every after.

  1

  HUDSON

  The club is dark. I stay in the shadows, clothed in black, eyes down. I don’t order a drink. I’m not he
re to dance. It’s not a sex club, but that’s why I’m here. I’m a finger and a voice and if a woman is standing on the balcony in the darkest corner, I’ll make her come.

  Every Friday I travel across town for this. I don’t seek my own satisfaction, well, not until later at my own hand. I don’t know who it’ll be or what she’ll be like. Her smell, her shape and the sound she’ll make as she orgasms, are all to be discovered.

  The first time was pre-arranged. There are dark places on the internet for people like me, and the women who advertise for an anonymous sexual experience with a stranger. Her requirements were simple. She would wait on the balcony at Club Forbidden, looking at the view. The man would come up behind her, close but not touching, and say ‘every night when I go to sleep, I die’ and she would reply ‘and the next morning when I awake, I am reborn.’ The quote by Gandhi was the code to unlocking her legs. She wanted to come against the finger of a stranger and never see his face. It was that last part that made it perfect for me. My face is a problem, especially when it comes to women. Let’s just say I’m well known in some circles and that can lead to certain assumptions.

  The first woman had hair the color of melted chocolate and legs like an athlete. My heart pounded as I approached, but she’d been still as the night. My voice sounded unusually low as I said the words. When she replied, she spread her legs wider and I slipped up behind her, hand gripping her hip at first, breathing in the floral smell of her shampoo, hesitating. Her hips wiggled, an invitation, and I slipped my hand ever so slowly down the front of her pants, feeling the soft skin of her stomach and the bareness of her pussy until my finger hit the slick, pulsing heat of her clit. God, she’d sighed as I circled it, rubbing slowly, slowly, as she remained totally still. The silence between us was cavernous but somehow it just made everything more intense. Her body went as tight as a bow as I circled and circled, tapping lightly then harder until she was shuddering. When I could feel she was close I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and that was what drove her over the edge. As she came, I pushed two fingers up inside her cunt to feel her muscles rippling, and the hook of my fingers was the only thing that stopped her from falling. When she finished I pulled my hand from her panties and left the club, driving home before I slipped the hand that smelled of her pussy into my own pants. I came so hard, kneeling on the cold, tiled floor, that it had been an awakening of sorts.