by SC Daiko
“Not knocking it,” he chuckles. “It was the same for Aiden and me.”
And it was. I can’t remember the first time we were put on Shetland ponies; we were so young. Dad says we could ride before we learnt to walk. What would have happened if we hadn’t taken to horse riding like frigging ducks to water? All I know is our relationship with Dad would have been completely different. Thankfully, we haven’t grown up in his shadow. He might be one of the greatest equestrians the UK has ever produced, but he’s always made sure we shared the limelight, encouraging us and providing us with the best opportunities and horses available. We owe him a huge debt of gratitude, without any doubt. He rang before we set off from Herefordshire to wish us luck. I take in a deep breath; I hope we do him proud.
At ‘Ice Heaven’, Samantha orders a strawberry vanilla cone; Liam and I go for our usual mint chocolate chip. We walk slowly back to the truck, a beautiful sunset lighting up the turrets and towers of Windsor Castle. From the corner of my eye, I watch her pink tongue flicking out to lick at her ice cream, the action sending a tingle directly to my balls. I catch Liam’s eye, and he smirks.
Samantha
Liam and Aiden are on each side of me like they’re my bodyguards, a weird notion that makes me smile. By the time we return to the truck, we’ve finished our ice-creams. “You two go in,” Aiden says in that bossy voice of his, a voice that vibrates through my bones. “I’ll go check on the horses.”
Liam presses a button just inside the door, and pulls down a ladder. “You can sleep up top, in the bed above the driver’s cabin. It’s really comfortable.”
“Are you sure?” I shoot him a look. “I mean, I don’t mind sleeping down here.”
“Nah,” he says, “Aiden and I are used to bunking up on the sofa bed. There’s more room for the two of us. Dad used to take the one you’ll sleep in. Would you like a shower?”
I shake my head. “I’ll have one in the morning, if that’s okay. I’ll just go and clean my teeth.”
When I step out of the compact bathroom, Aiden is back from the stables, and I tell him I’m going up to bed.
“Goodnight,” he says. “Sleep well. Tomorrow will be a busy day.”
Within minutes, I’m lying under the duvet listening to them talking softly. Their voices are deep, melodious and reassuring. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but it doesn’t matter; I stretch my arms wide… this bed is big, and, before I know it, I’m asleep.
I’M competing in the Royal Windsor, and I know I’m dreaming it’s so freaking bizarre. I’m riding Jason, and I’m so not ready for this level of competition. I’ve hardly schooled him over any proper jumps yet. My heart is beating as loudly as his hooves on the ground beneath his feet. How the hell did we get here?
The first fence looms up like a mountain and I desperately try to balance myself, hands rigid on the reins. I’m interfering with him, pulling him off his stride, and he raps the pole. It sways but doesn’t fall. Phew!
We approach the second obstacle, so wide it seems to go on forever, and Jason fights me to give him his head. I feel him steady himself, judge the height and rise into the air. We’re over, clear. “Thank you, baby,” I mutter. “Thanks for looking after me.”
The wall is in front of us, a giant monolith. Jason takes off too soon, but, somehow, we manage it. My stomach lurches as I spot the combination up ahead. We sail over the first element, but I realise too late I needed to correct Jason, getting him to put in a half-stride instead of a full one before lifting off over the second part. Oh, my God, he crashes through it. The poles smash down around us and I’m unseated, flying through the air to land on the dirt with a massive thump.
I wake up, moaning, tears running down my cheeks. I put my face in my hands and sob. Sob for having such a scary dream. Sob from the shock of waking up from it. Sob because I was so freaking useless at jumping my horse.
Their scent reaches me before I feel their arms holding me… Aiden’s warm spice and Liam’s fresh outdoors aroma.
Fear slices through me, and I try to push them away.
“Shh, we’ve got you, babe,” Liam whispers into my ear. “It’s alright You’ve had a nightmare.”
I’m sandwiched between them, and they’re stroking me, soothing me like one of their horses.
I lift my face, and Aiden kisses away my tears. “Better now?”
I feel strange, like I’m still dreaming. Maybe I’ll wake up in a minute and standoffish Sam will reassert herself and tell them to get lost. Instead, against all reason, I lie there, wanting their touch.
They’re breathing deeply now, and their hands are everywhere, smoothing my hair, grazing the tops of my thighs, squeezing my ass.
My nipples are pressed against Aiden’s hard chest, and, for a moment, I feel embarrassed my tits are so small. I hear my heartbeat echoing in my ears, and feel his warm breath fanning my forehead. He kisses me; I close my eyes, daringly flicking my tongue into his mouth. His beard scratches my lips and he tastes of chocolate and mint.
I can’t believe this is happening.
My first kiss from a man.
Ever.
And I’m not scared.
I even hope I’ve done it right.
“My go now,” Liam grunts from behind.
Aiden turns me and Liam’s mouth captures mine. His lips are hot, wet, and needy. I pull away, gasping, staring into his hooded eyes. A prickle of anxiety spikes my insides as I feel the ridge of something hard against my belly. His cock. Eek!
“That’s enough,” Aiden grunts. “We have a long day ahead of us and need to get some sleep.”
“You won’t leave me?” I ask, suddenly scared the nightmare will return.
Liam strokes my cheek. “We won’t leave you, babe. Aiden’s right. We should get some shut-eye. Tomorrow we’ll need our wits about us.” He winks. “And tomorrow is also another day.”
Liam
Dressed in white breeches, white tie, dark navy jacket and black leather boots, I’m walking the course before my class begins. The jumps, all fourteen of them, are well over five feet, with a huge combination in the middle and a double at the end. The distance been the elements of the last jump is awkward; we could either take three small strides between the jumps or two long ones. I decide to aim for two.
I march over to the collecting ring. Sam is there with Odin, my eleven-year-old dark brown gelding. He’s feeling spooky, snorting and looking at everything as if it’s the scariest thing he’s ever seen; but I know that when it matters he’ll deliver. He’s respectful of fences, and fast, impressing everyone with his flowing style. I remember he wasn’t always like that. When he first came to us, we had to train him; it took a lot of patience and time. Dad says the only secret to training and developing a horse is to be persistent and stay calm. He’s fucking right, of course, and both Aiden and I know it.
Sam smiles as I approach. She was up before us this morning and has been working her ass off getting our horses ready. Odin has been groomed until his coat shines so bright I can almost see my reflection in it.
“Thanks, babe,” I say, taking Odin’s lead rope. “You’ve done a great job.”
She blushes and walks beside me to the warm-up area. “I’ll go see how the other competitors are doing.”
It’s a high-class field we’ll be up against, including the world number one, Clark Smithton of the USA.
My eyes linger on Sam’s perky little ass as she heads towards the riders’ enclosure. I shake my head.
Stay focused on the task at hand!
There’ll be the chance for some relaxation with Sam after we’re done for the day. My cock gives a twitch at the thought.
Down, boy. She’s your stepsister.
The sight of her returning interrupts my dirty thoughts; she tells me the American rider, Louise Kent, has set the pace for us all to catch, posting an impressive time of 27.94 seconds. Equestrian sports are the only Olympic events where men and women compete against each other, and the girl
s often take the lead.
Odin and I are next into the arena. I salute the judges, then walk him in a circle while we wait for the signal to start.
The buzzer goes, and I urge him into a canter to head for the first fence, a towering upright, letting him have his head, as usual. He bounces over, bucking with enthusiasm on landing he fucking loves this sport so much. He clears the next jump, and the next, and, with a whisk of his hind legs, flicks over the water with inches to spare. A series of bucks makes me realise he’s getting carried away with himself and in danger of going flat. I have no alternative than to sit deep for a couple of seconds to let him know who’s boss. It slows us down, I hope not too much, and we bound over the following fences with ease.
Finally, we reach the tricky last jump.
I give Odin his head again; putting in two strides instead of three will surely reduce our time. But no, we come home 0.16 seconds behind Louise. Second place isn’t too bad, though. Hopefully, Aiden will add to the prize money this afternoon.
SAM is waiting to take Odin from me when I exit the arena. I drop the reins, bend and give my horse a hug.
She strokes Odin’s nose and gives him a peppermint. “You were awesome, gorgeous boy.”
“And you weren’t too bad either,” she says to me with a grin. The warm expression in her eyes gives me a strange feeling in my gut.
Fuck, she’s so different to Jennifer.
Jennifer hated these events.
Jennifer hated horses.
Jennifer ended up hating us.
The second five-star class of the day, a 1.5 metre competition, has some of the world’s best horses and riders vying for the top position. Sam and I watch the challenging first round. My ears ring with the high-pitched squeals Sam emits when Aiden gets through on King; she’s almost deafened me. Only seven of the thirty-one starters have managed zero faults, and now they’ll compete against the clock for the £44,500 prize fund.
Pride in my twin swells my heart; we’re like the two sides of a coin, equally balanced, and when he wins it’s like I’ve won as well. He hasn’t won yet, I remind myself, but I fucking hope he will. Ha!
The first clear in the jump-off comes from the USA’s Britney Hill riding the bay mare, Amore, who sets a target of 40.55 seconds over the twisty course. Carl Weber of Germany follows, and posts a time over two seconds faster than Britney to take the lead. Then Canada’s André Lublin, currently ranking fourth in the world, quickly takes over the pole position.
Aiden and King are last to go. My heart thuds. The watching crowd is silent; the only sounds we hear are the snorts of the horse, the thunder of his hoofs and the relentless ticking of the clock. He clears the three elements of the combination… jump, two strides, jump, two strides, jump, and the entirely partisan crowd breaks into a roar… Sam and me included.
The wide oxer is next, and Aiden makes the tightest of turns into the approach. Then he seems to lift the stallion up over the poles.
Great work!
Finally, the water… and they clear it easily to come home in a time of 37.23, just three tenths of a second faster than Lublin.
The crowd goes wild.
‘He won,’ Sam screams, flinging her arms around me and giving me a hug.
I hug her back; I can’t help myself.
Aiden comes out of the arena patting King’s neck and praising him; he slides off and straight into Sam’s arms. For a second or two, they cling to each other, not speaking. When they draw apart, someone thrusts a magnum of champagne into his hands. He pops the cork and soaks not only me and Sam, but also the television reporter waiting to interview him.
The three of us stand in a triangle, Aiden and me on each side of Sam, drinking from the bottle. The fizz goes up her nose; she sneezes and laughs. “I’d better take him for a rub-down,” she says, clipping the lead rein onto King’s bridle.
Aiden gives me one of his looks and I smirk. Last night we restrained ourselves, but something tells me tonight will be an entirely different ball game.
5
Samantha
I’m seeing to the horses, checking their water buckets and hay nets are full, making sure their bedding is clean for the night.
I stroke King’s nose and he lets out a nicker. He’s a gorgeous boy, but I’m missing Jason so freaking much it hurts my tummy. I don’t know how many times I’ve messaged Joe and Zac to find out if he’s okay. They’ve assured me he’s fine, and has enjoyed being turned out in one of the paddocks to let off steam for an hour every morning. I can’t wait to get back to him, even though I’ve loving being here with Aiden and Liam.
My hands tremble; I’ve been a bundle of nerves all day. I should never have asked my stepbrothers to sleep with me last night. Except, the bed was so big, and their ripped bodies, even with them only in boxers, felt safe and warm… I wanted to keep them with me forever. They were hard, too… I could feel their stiff cocks pressing against me. I’ve never seen a man’s dick before, much less felt one. Even in their shorts they’d seemed bigger and less scary than I’d expected. It was a one-off experience, I tell myself, and never to be repeated.
Definitely never to be repeated.
I must have been crazy to have let it go as far as it did.
After doing one last check on the team, I return to the truck. The twins are out, having a drink with some of the other showjumpers. I stink of horse; I’d better have a shower. After shampooing my hair and scrubbing myself all over, I step out of the tiny bathroom with only a towel wrapped around me.
Oh my God, Aiden and Liam are back; I hadn’t heard them return.
Liam blows out a whistle. “Get some clothes on, girl, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
I lift my chin and wrap the towel more firmly around myself. “Won’t be a minute,” I say, blushing. He was only joking, I know he was, but my nipples have stiffened in response. Shit!
Up in my so-called bedroom, I rummage in my overnight bag and pull out a pair of leggings and a sweater. I tie my damp hair back in a ponytail. Smoothing on some lip gloss, my thoughts twist and turn like Aiden jumping King around that course this afternoon. What if he and Liam want to have sex with me tonight? How will I confess my V status, my lack of experience, my stupid hang-ups? And should I be even thinking about this?
No, it’s not going to happen. I won’t let it happen. I made a vow never to let a man touch me, and I won’t go back on that vow. Not even if two guys with amazing hands have a way of touching me that makes me melt.
In any case, they’re not going to want me ‘that way’ are they? Last night, they were comforting me from my nightmare. Tonight, they’ll sleep on the sofa bed and treat me like their kid sister.
A sudden thought occurs to me. They were kissing the hell out of me and touching me all over. Maybe they don’t think of me entirely as a brat? My tummy lurches.
Downstairs, supper is on the table… one of Mrs Potts’ delicious beef stews. While we eat, we discuss tomorrow’s schedule. King and Odin won’t compete again in this show. Liam and Aiden’s policy is to appreciate the horses they have, and save them for the classes they want to win. Liam will ride Sundancer, aka Ginge, in the first five-star event after lunch and Aiden will jump his black mare Firefly in the early evening. The three of us will exercise the rest of the team in the morning. I’m totally stoked at being trusted to ride their precious horses... I almost kissed them when they told me.
We finish eating and clear the table, loading up the mini dishwasher and putting away the leftover food.
“Shall we watch some TV?” Liam suggests, reaching for the remote.
Everything feels ordinary and domesticated… as if we’re family. And I like that; I feel cocooned, accepted and cared for. I really must stop my silly fantasies. That’s all they are… the crazy imaginings of a mixed-up kid.
LATER, squashed up with Aiden and Liam on the small sofa, I find it hard to focus on Michael McIntyre’s comic antics. My stepbrothers are laughing at the comedian, the
ir muscular thighs pressed against mine. I’m getting wet. Down there. I hood my eyes and sneak a peek at their packages, and, eek, there are bulges beneath their jeans.
I have no clue what to do or say. My heart is racing and my mouth has gone dry. I squirm and wriggle between them. It feels wrong to want them like this, and it also scares the shit out of me. Oh, God…
“I think I’ll go up to bed now,” I say, staring at them and turning my gaze from one to the other. My body is tingling all over; I’m sure I’ve gone bright red.
Their eyes meet mine.
I wait for them to wish me goodnight, but they don’t.
Swallowing, hard, I stand and hold out my hands to them.
Silently, they get to their feet.
Aiden faces me. “Are you sure?”
The butterflies in my tummy flutter like crazy, and there’s a tickly feeling between my legs that makes me clench my thighs together. “I think I’m sure,” I say in a wobbly tone of voice. My bravado is in danger of crumbling.
“Thinking you are sure is not the same as being sure you’re sure,” Liam says, squeezing my hand. “But we’ll see how it goes,” he smiles.
His words are perfect. He is perfect.
“We’re too old for you,” Aiden says gruffly. “Not to mention the fact that our parents are married to each other.”
“It wouldn’t be illegal,” Liam interjects. “And what happens in the lorry always stays in the lorry.”
I wonder how often they’ve had sex with girls in here. The thought stirs the green-eyed monster of jealousy within me. I shrug, pretending nonchalance. “Whatever.”
“Since you put it like that,” Aiden knits his brows. “Let’s make up the sofa bed.”
“Yeah, the ceiling in your cubby hole upstairs is far too low,” Liam smirks.
After they’ve pulled out the divan and thrown some sheets and a duvet onto it, we undress, removing everything except our underwear. I glance at them from under my eyelashes, at their beautiful bodies, toned pecs and muscular abs. I’m a skinny waif compared to them. Heart thudding, I stretch out on the bed; I wasn’t wearing a bra (I hardly need one), and I fold my arms over my tiny tits as they join me.
