by A. A. Davies
Closing the door to my room, I move on autopilot toward my bed and sit down. Looking at the screen, I can see the video’s nearly finished, so I carefully take it back to the beginning, and after hitting mute, I press play. My hand flies up to my mouth as I watch my body moving in tandem with Aston’s as he slowly fucks me, getting faster and more rigorous. My own cheeks begin to flush as I watch the two of us together and the way Aston’s muscles flex and my breasts jiggle with every thrust.
I can still feel where Aston’s hands were on me, the press of his skin against mine, and I wonder how Sean felt when he saw us. Did he enjoy watching us? Sean and I shared so much together growing up, and a sudden thought crosses my mind. It occurs to me he might like the wrong things too...just like I do. I know Sean almost as well he knows himself, and there’s no way he’d ever be able to talk to me about this. Sex is the one topic he’s always been private about. He’s the shy one of the two of us when it comes down to it.
I give Sean space for the rest of the day. Both of us are quiet at dinner, and I know Aston notices, but I shoot him a look to leave it alone when he goes to ask what’s wrong. He doesn’t press it, and I’m guessing he thinks Sean and I argued, and for now I’m happy to let him think that. At the moment my focus is on my twin and how to talk to him and fix this gaping chasm that just fractured our relationship. I won’t lose him. I refuse to let us fall apart. We’re stronger than this, but I know that out of the two of us it needs to be me who approaches him. This never would’ve happened if not for me, and I need to somehow make this right with him.
Aston seems to sense I need space, and even though I’m sure it pains him to do so after our argument this morning, I’m grateful he gives it to me. Sean disappears off to his room following dinner, and I let him. He’s embarrassed that I know what he saw and that I caught him with the video, so I’m giving him the chance to calm down. Hell, I need it too if I’m being honest with myself.
After I’ve gotten ready for bed, I grab Sean’s phone from my room and walk down the hallway toward his bedroom. I don’t knock, I just walk in and quietly shut the door behind me. His room is dark, but I can make out the shape of his form in the darkness, lying on his bed, and I move toward him. Setting his phone down on his desk, I lie down next to him with my back to his front. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I, but after a few minutes of us lying there side by side, I feel his hand on my stomach, tugging me closer to him.
His warmth wraps around me, and the feeling of home comforts the ache in my soul that's been throbbing since this morning.
“I love you, Sean...and I know what you saw. I’m sorry you had to find out that way. Aston tried to stop it, to stop me, but somehow neither of us could keep apart from each other. Do you hate me now?” I ask, my voice small.
Sean groans and squeezes me. “How could you think I’d hate you? I could never hate you, Sonea. You’re the other part of me. I’ll always love you.”
I find his hands in the dark and grip them tightly in mine. “So, when I walked in here this morning...were you masturbating to that video? Did you like what you saw?”
Silence follows my question, but I feel him bury his face in my hair, and after a few minutes pass, he answers, “Yes.”
My heart thumps, and my breath escapes in a small whoosh. I lick my lips, and using my grip on his hand, I slide one of his up my body to my breast, leaving the other where it is, pressed flat against my stomach. Sean groans, and I feel his cock stiffening against my ass. With no prompting, he massages my flesh in his palm. His fingers search out and locate my nipple, and I let out a soft whimper as it sends a rush of heat surging downward. Sean’s lips find my neck and he kisses the soft skin there, running the tip of his tongue across it and making me shiver. Feeling bold, I nudge his other hand downward and he follows my hint, sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of my pajama pants to rub my clit.
“Sean,” I murmur, closing my eyes at the myriad of sensations he’s creating within me, gasping out loud when he slides his fingers through the wetness of my pussy before delving in to it. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
His cock is rock hard and digging into me, and I reach around to rub it, his grunts start mixing with my moans that are getting louder the longer he touches me until I come with a soft scream. The door flies open and the light switches on, but Sean doesn’t stop, even as I shudder through another orgasm with his hands on my body and Aston’s eyes blazing with heat as he watches us.
“Don’t stop touching her,” Aston orders, and Sean’s hands still for a moment before he continues. “Take her pants off, and kiss her pussy.”
My jaw drops open in shock at his words, and Sean leans over to look at me and I nod. He swallows hard, glancing nervously between Aston and me, but when he grips the top of my pants, his hands are steady and his eyes are dilated with desire. I lift my ass to help him as he peels them agonizingly slowly down my legs.
“Don’t tease me,” I scold in a breathy voice, and he grins at me before tossing them aside and lowering his head between my legs.
The first lick of his tongue is tentative, almost shy, but as soon as the whimper escapes my lips he sucks on my clit with fervor, sending a short scream bursting from me.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I chant as he flicks it confidently with his tongue, and I cry out when an orgasm rips through me.
I’m quickly silenced by the invasion of Aston’s cock in my mouth, and I gag around his length. Sean kisses his way slowly up my body, sucking and biting the skin, and paying close attention to my nipples before he reaches my widely stretched mouth. He licks my lips, circling around the base of Aston’s cock, garnering a hiss from him and a moan from me. I can feel his cock through his boxers, and I reach between us, gently snapping the elastic at the top to indicate I want them off while my words are being choked from me by Aston thrusting into my mouth.
I don’t even have time to process what’s happening before I’m moaning at the delicious stretch of Sean filling my pussy with his thick cock while Aston fills my throat. Before he can come, Aston pulls away, and a thin string of saliva trails from my mouth to the head of his cock.
Sean fucks me slowly, and as his confidence builds and his pounding becomes more rigorous, my body becomes coated in sweat, and when he starts ramming my G-spot, I can feel another orgasm building. He may not be as long or thick as Aston, but he sure knows how to fucking use it.
I just about notice Aston moving behind Sean, but when Sean stiffens, pausing while buried to the hilt inside my body, I wonder what my older brother’s up to. Sean lets out a soft grunt of pleasure, and though I can’t see what Aston’s doing, I feel Sean’s cock twitching in response to whatever it is. Aston climbs on the bed, and it dips beneath the weight of three of us as Sean leans down to run his tongue over my nipples, and when his finger finds my clit, I let out a string of whimpers
“Oh, fuck, Aston. That hurts, but don’t fucking stop,” Sean grits out, face twisting with pleasure and pain.
My twin hisses against my nipples, but it swiftly turns into a long, low groan vibrating through me when Aston moves and Sean’s body is pushed toward mine. When it happens again, I realize Aston is fucking Sean as my twin fucks me. The thought of it combined with Sean’s cock hitting my g-spot, over and over, as he impales me at Aston’s behest has me screaming and convulsing with one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had.
They don’t stop, and I’m a weak and crying mess as my over-sensitized body is pushed to its limits and beyond. Their heavy grunts and our combined panting fills the air, and the erotic scent of sex surrounds us until I feel Sean thickening even more inside me.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming, Sonea.”
He moves out of time with Aston and jerks until he comes to a stop, finishing deep inside me, while Aston continues to drive into his ass in a near frenzy until his strangled grunt rends the air and he reaches his own finale.
Epilogue
Aston
Every day the twins
are away at college, I miss them furiously, even though I know one day they’ll come home to me forever. Every night I remind myself that no matter what happens, they’re still mine. It’s the same thing I’ve been telling myself for years, only now the word holds more meaning than it ever did before. In every way, they’re mine, but in just the same way, I’m also theirs.
I never intended or expected the bond between us to explode and create something new and beautiful, but one moment set off a chain reaction and a cascade of events that’s changed everything between us. I love my little brother and sister in a way that’s terribly wrong, yet it’s also terribly perfect.
I love my family, and I’ll always take care of them, and even though I occasionally listen to the nagging little voice telling me to put myself first, I’ll always put them above myself. These illicit desires that should tear us apart only draw us closer together.
Our blood connects us, our desire unites us, and the secret we guard binds us.
THE END
About Ally Vance
Ally is an International Bestselling Author who writes in the Dark Romance & Horror genres. Ally also co-writes with her close friend Michelle under the pen name Ally Michelle. Ally lives in Kent, in the United Kingdom with her husband, stepson, and two cats.
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Blurb
She’s young, perfect, and just what I need…
When I meet Rina at the bar after friends invite me out, it takes everything in my power not to consume her from the first moment.
A few drinks later when we are still nothing more than just a name to each other, we take it to the next level anyway.
After spending the night wrapped up in each other, a family obligation comes up and we part ways.
But I never expected to see her again and so soon.
Especially at my brother’s place.
Chapter One
Rina
It was my birthday. Twenty-first to be exact and I wasn’t having fun. At all. I should have been excited. I got to get dressed up, go out, spend time with my best friend, maybe see some cute guys and have a few drinks. But in all honesty, I would much rather be at home in sweatpants with a tub of ice cream and a corny movie.
As a little girl, I would start counting down months before. I would run to the calendar on the fridge and count each day leading up to my birthday. It had been my favorite day until my parents got too busy to celebrate with me and I no longer cared. We used to celebrate my day by spending the mornings having breakfast followed by me opening up my presents. When I got older, my parents started giving me money and that was it. Not that I didn’t appreciate it but I still liked the idea of opening presents and spending the day with them. Most times, we didn’t even celebrate my birthday on my actual birthday anymore. And today of all days, neither of them were home, so I was stuck celebrating it by myself. Until my best friend called me up anyway.
Happy Birthday, Rina.
“Rina, smile.”
I took a sip of my fruity drink and ignored Jessa Andrews. She meant well by taking me out, but my best friend and I were very different when it came to things we liked doing. She was a partier, while I was a homebody. Most people would wonder how we were even friends, but we just were. She was the salt to my pepper. The peanut butter to my jelly. She was the sister I never had. And I would never replace her for anything. It wasn’t fair to her, but I just wasn’t feeling it tonight. I knew that she meant well but I still couldn’t help my mood.
“Rina.”
I sighed, finally looking at her. “What?”
“You’ve been grumpy ever since I picked you up.” She pointed a manicured finger at me. “You need to get laid.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m good.” I had two hands and B.O.B. I didn’t need a man to make myself feel good.
“Come on.” She swiped an arm out in front of her. “There are a lot of guys here who would love to dive between your legs.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Not happening.” Not that I was opposed to one-night stands, it just wasn’t for me. Or maybe it would be if I found the right guy. But the guys my own age were either too immature or taken. And guys my own age didn’t overly do it for me anyway. I wanted a man who was set in life. Who knew what he wanted. A man’s man. A hard worker. I wanted to feel his rough calloused hands on my skin as he forced pleasure out of me. I squirmed in my seat, shifting and clenched my thighs together. God, had it really been that long?
But a one-night stand with the guys at this club wasn’t happening. They all looked younger than me. With their baby faces and unmarked hands, they wouldn’t know a hard day’s work if it bit them in the ass.
“You need something, Rina.” Jessa batted her long lashes that were done up by fake lashes on top of her natural ones and mascara. She was beautiful. Why she added on the extra shit was beyond me. Her lashes looked like little butterflies trying to escape her face.
“I’m good,” I repeated, taking another sip of my drink when I realized it was empty.
“Fine. Will you dance with me at least?” She pouted.
“You go. I’m going to get another drink.” I needed something stronger and none of this fruity crap.
“Are you sure?” Jessa looked longingly at the dance floor.
I laughed, pulling her into a hug. “Go.” I kissed her cheek. “Have fun and I’ll have a drink waiting for you when you come back.”
“Okay!” she exclaimed, heading out onto the dance floor.
I grabbed another Cosmo for her and a scotch on the rocks with a lemon twist for me. My heart fell a bit, remembering how I used to sit with my grandpa while he drank his scotch and puffed on his cigar.
“You shouldn’t smoke around her,” my father would say.
Grandpa would put out his cigar and light it up again once my parents were no longer around. He would also let me sneak a puff and a sip here and there. He had told me it would leave an impression with the guys. I never understood what he meant then. I would also join him for his Poker game. Until my parents found out and no longer let him babysit me.
“Ma’am?”
I jumped, finding the bartender staring at me. “Sorry. Thank you.” I paid for the drinks and brought them over to the table Jessa and I were standing at.
I scanned the crowd.
She was dancing between two men. I envied her. I wasn’t overly shy, but I wasn’t outgoing either. She had been the complete opposite of me. She took life by the horns and tackled it to the ground while I stayed back and watched. She loved being in the spotlight. Especially when men were watching her. I noticed the two guys who were dancing with her were older. Maybe late thirties. Early forties. She had never mentioned a preference when it came to age but clearly them being older didn’t bother her.
The tiny hairs on my body tingled suddenly. I looked past the throngs of people, my gaze landing on a couple other guys sitting in one of the half-circle booths against the far wall. They were watching Jessa with the two guys. It made me wonder if they knew them or not.
My gaze went back to Jessa. She would laugh every so often, grinding between them and letting their hands roam her body. It bordered on inappropriate. I was almost jealous of her. She just didn’t care. It was a trait most didn’t have. Maybe I should be the same way. At least for the night. It wasn’t like my parents cared to spend my birthday with me anyway. Jessa had been the only one. She reminded me that I didn’t have to be alone and there I was, being a party-pooper.
I took a large sip of my drink. The burn of the scotch simmered deep in the pits of my belly. It warmed every inch of me, giving me the strength I needed to get through the rest of the night.
Once the next song ended, Jessa left the two guys and came toward me.
“Have
fun?” I asked, taking another swig of my drink.
She nodded, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “It’s hot out there.” She laughed.
I handed her the Cosmo I ordered for her.
“Thank you.” She took a long sip. “The guys invited us to their table. They got bottle service and said we can have as much as we want.” Which usually meant that they wanted sex as payment.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why not?” She hooked her arm in mine. “You need to live a little.”
I planned on it, but it still didn’t mean I wanted to spend the night with random men. Especially when I was sure they would expect some sort of payment in return.
“I can live a little and not spend my time with creepy old men.”
She snorted. “Come. They aren’t creepy.” She dragged me to the other side of the club. “They’re nice.”
It was my turn to snort. “They were nice because they had a hot little thing shaking her ass for them.”
“Aww.” Jessa batted her lashes. “You think I’m hot?”
I rolled my eyes.
She laughed.
And I couldn’t help but laugh with her.
Once we reached the group of guys, Jessa sat between the two she had danced with earlier while I had stood off to the side.