by Bailey James
“Do you think you would have done the same, Logan, you know, if you saw her first?” I ask.
“Fuck yes, and I can even see why you’re going back for more, I think I would to, the look on her face when she realised that there was two of us,” Logan says laughing.
Logan and I chat into the night about every dirty detail about Becks and me, what she liked and didn’t like. I am feeling bad about going on about her, but then he’d ask another question, and so I would carry on.
I know this is just for fun, but I just can't stop thinking about her, I want her again. I want her naked, and I want to try different things to see how she would react. She excites me and intrigues me so much, and I want to spend every minute with her. Which is a dangerous feeling to be having. I’ve tried to push those feelings down and contain them. It doesn’t help that Logan, for some reason, keeps asking questions about her. I don’t even know the answer to most of them. I don’t know her that well yet, but I intend to get to know her more.
After the rugby Saturday and finishing up on some paperwork, my mind quickly turns to Becks again. She says she is at a family wedding. I immediately consider this a lie, but I need to remember she isn’t Carrie, and she has no reason to lie to me at all. I am itching to see her, and I have promised myself to leave her alone for the weekend. But before I know it I’m texting her and wishing she would meet me, fuck. My cock is leading again, I really have to start getting him under control.
Becks Winter
My thoughts are consumed with Landen and Logan and all the events that have happened. I need to talk to someone about it all. So, I spill my guts to Sophia over the phone before I have to head out for this wedding. As much as I enjoy fucking Landen, I just keep fantasising about Landen and Logan together now. Now that I know there are two of them. How disgusting am I? What a horrible person I am that I’m thinking of fucking Landen and his brother. I really am turning into my parents’ worse nightmare, a spoiled princess who thinks she can take and get everything she wants. I sigh and get dressed, frustrated and upset with myself for having those thoughts. My parents would be most disappointed with me.
A boring wedding of a family member I’m not that bothered about. Some second cousin or something, I can’t even remember them. But I am forced by my parent’s tasks to keep in touch with extended family and attend all family events.
Aunt Sally comes over, wraps me in a hug. “How are you sweetheart?” she asks.
I’m not close to my mum’s sister. My mum and Sally had a strained relationship at the best of times. But I’m always pleasant.
I smile and nod. “I’m good, thanks.”
“You must meet Don,” Sally says, eyes sparkling with excitement. She shouts over the room to Don. “DON, HERE!”
A very tanned older man with the whitest hair and beard smiles and heads over.
“Fingers crossed, number 6, he’s loaded,” she whispers as the man slowly approaches. Aunt Sally has been married and divorced five times now. Each time leaving with a larger amount of cash. Mum always said she was a gold digger. There is no love lost there. I smile sweetly.
“Well, hello there, this must be the delightful Becks, I’ve heard so much about you,” Don says hugging me.
Sally goes on to talk about how she’s moved to Spain permanently now and won’t be coming back much.
“If you ever find that hidden pot of money your mum left, sweetheart, you let me know.” Sally chuckles. I smile and think, not a chance in hell I would tell you anything even if I could. I escape into the toilet to take a break. I think back to my parents, and a pang of sadness washes over me. I wish they were still here. I’d rather have them any day than their silly games and their maybe money.
Mum and Dad have always played games. Growing up every weekend consisted of silly challenges, treasure hunts. My pocket money was always earned not via chores like a normal child but stupid tests, silly expectations I was expected to achieve. Make five new friends this week. Or make so much money by a specific date. Learn a new skill and master it. They were both very successful business people. I loved them both dearly and just wanted to spend time with them as any child does. I didn’t constantly want to do trivial tasks. We always had to be doing something. Even after their deaths, these silly tasks continue.
I wondered why they decided to do this incentive thing, I wonder if they were trying to protect me by making sure I work for a living, so I didn’t become a spoilt princess. Not telling people about it, I guess stopped my boyfriends only being with me on the hope I had some money. I am grateful for that rule, especially after the boyfriends I’ve had. But I also wonder if there was any money, and if it’s just another one of my parent’s half-baked challenges that they haven’t thoroughly thought through when they died. I mean, I knew nothing about this until they died. Mum had been killed in a car accident, so it’s not like she knew it was coming. I get out of the toilet, plaster on a smile and go out to face the relations and knock back a drink or three. I need alcohol to get me through this.
Later when the evening entertainment has started, I receive a text from Landen. I open it excited that he has texted me. He asks how the wedding’s going, and before I know it I’m meeting him in the car park. I jump in, and we drive to a dark field.
Before I could say anything, he pulls me into a kiss, and I crawl into his lap.
"Becks, I can't get you out of my head and have been thinking about you all weekend. I'm sorry, I had to see you," says Landen kissing me.
Oh, this news thrills me because I’ve been feeling much the same. "Me too, I need your cock inside me, Landen."
"I love it when you talk dirty, you can have my cock whenever you want it," says Landen.
I’m kissing him while I unzip his trousers and pull them down. He pulls me closer, so I’m straddling him. "Use my cock for your pleasure, Becks." I smile, and I’m pleased I wore a skirt, I kiss him again and begin to rub myself against his hard-pulsing cock.
"Mmmh," groans Landen, kissing me. "Becks, stop teasing and let me feel that tight pussy wrap around me.” I rise up and slowly push his large cock into my tight pussy while holding onto his gorgeous biceps. I have to stop half way to groan at the pleasure, he is so big, and it fills me like no one ever has.
"Landen," I whisper.
"Yeah, I'm all yours, now ride me, use that cock, baby," Landen says biting his lip as I work his cock up and down, his head falls back, and he rolls his eyes. "Fuck, Becks, what are you doing to me," he quietly says almost to himself.
I ride him harder and faster stroking his firm body, enjoying his large cock, enjoying the reaction he is having from me as he chases his release. It feels so good inside me, I ride him until I come all over his cock. Landen thrusts and comes just after.
"Aaahhhh, Becks," he says as I cuddle against his chest.
"Becks," Landen says quietly once we both were calm.
"Yeah," I say looking up at him.
"I could spend all night fucking you, gorgeous, " says Landen.
My heart melts at his words, and I fall a little bit deeper into him.
"I know the feeling, I think I could fuck you for two days straight and still get off on thinking about you. Thanks for coming out here," I say realising it is at least an hour drive from his house to get here.
"Anytime, beautiful, I do promise a bed is in our future sometime soon, if you want to continue having a bit of fun fucking, that is," he says.
I nod, noting his words. If we want to continue fucking this is still merely sex, nothing more. My heart backpedals a level realising I might be falling too hard too fast. I need to ease up a little. I really can’t be getting involved anyway, not until after my birthday. I need to remind myself what’s going on here. Sex, merely sex.
Landen kisses me. "I guess, I best get you back."
I groan, "Yes, I guess so." I pull myself away.
We arrive back at the wedding, and I don’t want to go back in.
“Is there any way I can t
ell you and Logan apart?” I say trying to delay the goodbye, “I don't want to be dragging the wrong one into my pussy.” I ask Landen, well I did, but not by mistake I wanted them together. I tell myself off in my head for even thinking like that.
Landen laughs "Logan wouldn't mind, probably wouldn't tell you either," says Landen.
"Oh, so there isn't anything different about you?”
"Our tattoos but we would have to be naked for that." I nod and kiss him again getting out of the car.
Becks Winter
February
I’m walking past the trucks in the yard. It’s early, and it's only just getting light. I’m still half asleep. My name gets called as arms wrap around me, and I get dragged down the side of a truck. I immediately begin to fight and kick.
“It’s me, it’s me,” Landen says.
“What the fuck?” I say turning to him.
“Sorry, I just wanted to see you, sorry, sorry,” he says kissing me gently all over my face. “I just wanted to see you. Your feisty, baby.”
“I thought you were attacking me.”
“I know I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” He begins to kiss me again, and as usual, our kisses turn into a heated exchange, and we both begin to scratch at each other’s clothes.
“Turn around, hands on the truck,” he says in a firm voice that makes me tingle.
I do as he asks, and he strokes my body and inserts himself into me.
“You’re addictive, baby, I just need my morning fix,” he whispers in my ear.
I have no words, only groans as he proceeds to hammer me until we both find release. That’s what is so amazing about Landen, he always makes sure I cum too.
We take every opportunity we can to fuck, generally at work before, during and after our shift. We have fucked all over the yard, even out in the open, quite often behind the trucks. I am finding it hard knowing if it is Landen or not. I would study the twins when they were together just to see if there was any way to tell them apart. If I’m not sure who is who, I send Landen a text before approaching.
I have never stayed at Landen’s, and he has never stayed at mine. It’s never spoken of, it just is what it is. It hasn’t bothered me. I felt like it’s exactly what I need. A light casual fuck fest. It has brought my confidence back, and life is feeling good.
The rest of the men at work are very welcoming and friendly to me now. I believe my trips to the pub on a Friday have broken the ice. I feel like I have friends now, support at work. It’s a nice feeling. I’m annoyed I hadn’t got to know them sooner. Ed was right, they’re a good bunch of men. I know they look out for me and have my back.
I often have fantasies about Logan and Landen together in a threesome, how good would that be? But I bet that's every girl's fantasy when they see twins, and I’m not going to bring that up as I’m afraid to upset them both. I’m enjoying Landen’s fuck sessions far too much to rock the boat.
I arrive early one morning to work and see a woman sat on a car in the car park, arms folded looking angry. I wonder if Logan has been at it again. He had said he hadn't had any pussy lately at the pub on Friday. But maybe this week it has changed. I smile at the woman and walk across the car park away from her. I hear her shouting and turn to see the woman standing in front of my car.
"Come here," she says gesturing at me angrily.
I turn around and walk up to her feeling concerned.
"Yes," I say having no idea who this woman is.
"You little bitch.” The woman looks me up and down in disgust. “I can't believe they are fucking you! Yuck, they must be getting desperate," she says.
"What are you on about?" I say feeling threatened and annoyed.
"Oh, don't play stupid, sweetheart. I've seen you fucking them all over this yard. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you stop and dump their arse, so they can come back to where they belong. And they will come back, I mean, look at you,” she says laughing.
What a bitch. Them? She thinks I’m fucking them both, and why would she think that? Is she an ex? Could she not tell them apart? Did she share them?
"And you are?" I say trying to remain calm but wanting to punch her head in.
"Carrie, I'm Carrie. I bet they told you about me."
"Mmmh, no, never heard of you," I say smirking.
I guess this is the ex Landen spoke about. I didn't know her name, however.
"Ooh, they don't trust you yet then.” She smirks, it’s the most self-satisfied ugliest smirk I have ever seen, and I really want to wipe it off her face.
“Well, I'm the love of their life, no one will ever replace me. They have been miserable without me, and I'm so close to breaking their little twin bond. Just haven't decided which one I want. Shall I marry Landen or Logan and have babies?”
"Carrie, you need help, love," I say having had enough of her dramatics I turn and walk away.
Carrie suddenly grabs me by the neck, I gasp in shock as she pulls me backwards snarling.
"Do as I say, or I'll tell your boss. I have videos on my phone of you fucking them both at work. You know, I don’t even know why they are working in this dump, but you'll be sacked on the spot. I’ll make sure of it. I’m sure you can't afford that now, can you? I might even upload them to YouTube. I reckon they just want a little bit of rough, before finally settling down with me.”
I kick backwards, making her loosen her grip and then turn and kick her in the crotch, I spin round and push her back, so she falls.
I notice Carrie’s mobile falls onto the floor, but Carrie is running at me again. I step towards it and punch Carrie in the face. I lean down to pick her phone up and put it in my pocket. She’s so angry and squealing I don’t think she's even noticed. Carrie’s screaming racks up a notch, and she’s swearing at me like a mad woman now. I'm surprised Ed hasn't heard her loudness. Carrie charges me again, pulling my hair. Give me a break, I think.
There are noises from behind me. But I can't see, as Carrie runs towards me. I kick Carrie as hard as I can in the stomach. Carrie falls over. She is screaming now at the top of her voice. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"
I’m ready for her again my adrenaline is pumping. But Logan comes into view and grabs Carrie from the ground.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he says to her.
Soon as she realises who it is, she stops screaming and falls into his arms like a damsel in distress. Oh, please, give me a break. Then she’s sobbing.
“Oh, Landen,” she says in the quietest voice I’ve heard come out of her mouth since I’ve met her. She is such a manipulating fake bitch.
"It’s Logan," I say and walk off to the office. I didn’t need any more of her shit.
I hear Carrie say, "Ooh, Logan," and cries.
Cooper and Hunter are standing halfway across the yard watching. I roll my eyes at them. They grab me in their arms.
"You alright? God that one’s a fucked-up bitch, always was," says Cooper.
"I'm okay, I'll just clean up. Just keep her away from me," I say walking into the office and heading off to the bathroom. I come out to a mug of tea placed in my hand by Cooper.
"What’s all that about?" says Hunter.
I groan. "Apparently, I must break up with them because she is the love of their life, and she is marrying one of them and having babies,” I say raising my eyebrows. “I am in the way, apparently she has video’s on her mobile of me and Landen fucking. She’s trying to blackmail me into leaving them alone, or she’ll show the videos to work and upload to YouTube. However, she seems to think I am with both of them, that I am fucking both of them?”
Cooper and Hunter look at each other.
I grab her phone out of my pocket. “I did manage to grab her phone while we were fighting. Password?” I say looking at Cooper and Hunter.
Hunter gestures for me to give it to him, he passes it back moments later having it unlocked.
“So, let's see,” I search her videos, and there is a couple of videos of me fucking Landen
behind a truck. I notice Cooper and Hunter looking over my shoulder.
"Oi, you perv’s." They smile.
"Check her messages, Becks, you can see what she's been texting to them."
I look. "Nothing much, wanting to meet them but them telling her no. Right, I've got to get to work.” I grab the truck keys.
“You sure you’re okay, Becks?” says Cooper.
I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I head out, I stick her phone in my pocket and will deal with it after work.
Logan and Carrie had gone when I leave the office, I can't see them anywhere. Carrie's car has gone too. Maybe Logan is fucking her, I wonder to myself, I hope not. I wouldn't want him back with her, I sneer my nose, then catch myself. Why am I worried what Logan does? Because maybe you secretly have a crush on him too, my brain tells me. Perhaps you'd like to see what it feels like fucking both of them as Carrie has enjoyed. I groan out loud at that thought and imagine ticking that box off my list.
I stew over Carrie all day. It isn't any of my business. I don't want to be in the middle of their drama, and so far, it feels like all Landen has brought me is drama. So much for avoiding men, I wonder if all this is worth it. Of course he is, he is more fun than any man has given me so far, even if it did end up hurting me in the end. At the moment, I’m having far too much fun fucking him to end it.
I begin thinking about Carrie and the twins fucking her. Carrie, you were a very lucky girl. I certainly need more details about her. I wonder if that's why they broke up. Maybe she was fucking them both, and they didn't know. Perhaps one of them caught the other? Or maybe they just took turns? I’m excited and intrigued by their relationship. Maybe it was like a love triangle. I would have to find out in a very gentle way.
That evening I go back into the work yard, and Ed is in his office.
"I hear those boys are giving you more drama. Here." He smiles then hands me a mug of tea and walks back into his little office.
The door suddenly swings open and a person flies in, Logan, well I think it’s Logan as he flies at me and pulls me into his arms and kisses my face off. Stroking and touching me. I come up for air, turned on, excited and confused all at the same time, I simply say, "Logan?”