by SC Daiko
Oh God, what have I started?
How will I be able to go through with it?
“Turn on your side,” Liam says. “And relax, babe.”
I’m quivering like a bowl of jelly, every nerve on edge. I roll over to face Liam, and hold his gaze in mine.
Aiden is behind me; he kisses my nape and sucks softly on my sensitive skin. “That’s nice,” I moan. And it is. It feels freaking awesome.
“Let us make you feel good,” Liam says, stroking my cheek.
Aiden continues kissing up and down my neck, giving little bites that set me on fire. He doesn’t say anything, just puffs out hot breaths on my already heated skin.
“I’m gonna touch your tits now.” Liam’s voice is calm and soothing… warm as syrup.
“I hate my tits,” I whisper. “They’re too small.”
He glances down and smiles. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
No one has ever called me beautiful before. I give a little wriggle of pleasure, and my ass rubs against something hard. Eek! Aiden’s cock.
“Steady,” he soothes. Just one word and I melt. He goes back to kissing my nape and then my shoulders; it feels incredible.
Liam starts to palm my tits, and my nipples stand on end. A zing travels all the way down to my pussy. Mmm…
He bends his head and presses his lips to my swollen breast, sliding his tongue round and round, and then flicking it against the taut bud. His neck feels iron-hard as I put my hands around it, shocking myself by pulling his mouth deeper. I let out a small whimper.
“Is this okay, Samantha?” Aiden asks.
“Oh, yes,” I moan. It’s more than okay; my inhibitions are dissolving into a puddle of pleasure at their touch.
Gently, Aiden undoes my ponytail and runs his fingers through my hair. “So soft and silky,” he breathes.
Liam wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me against him as he parts my lips. His kiss is deep and he explores my mouth with his hungry tongue.
He swivels my body so I’m facing his brother, and now it’s Aiden’s turn to devour me. He pulls away and I take a breath. Burying his hands in my hair again, he tilts my head up to mesh his lips to mine. Kissing him is different to kissing his twin, but no less amazing.
I can feel Liam behind me, and heat pools in my pussy as I rock between them. They pull away, and, lying back on the bed, I suddenly feel bereft.
But then, both mouths come down on my tits, and they suck on them and run their hands up and down my body, massaging me into a frenzy. I want them so bad I could die of need; I never thought it could be like this.
A hand pulls my knickers down and teases my lower lips apart.
Should I tell them this is my first time?
No. It might put them off.
I’ve been riding horses practically all my life; they won’t be able to tell I’m a virgin. I close my eyes and a finger slides into my already wet pussy. I hiss out a breath, clench my ass and arch my hips forwards. The finger rubs inside me, setting all my nerves tingling.
I keep my eyes closed, and feel a mouth back on my tits, nuzzling and sucking on them.
“You’re so beautiful, Sam,” Liam says, and I realise it’s he who’s fingering me. He’s added another finger now, and I’m rocking against his hand as he strokes inside me, building me up I’m in danger of losing it. I let out a gasp.
Aiden is still sucking my breasts, his jaws tugging and rolling my nipples, his teeth biting down and making me squirm.
“I wanna taste you, Samantha,” he rasps.
I’ve no clue what he means. But, when his mouth joins Liam’s fingers in my pussy, I let out a moan of pure wantonness. I can’t believe what’s happening… one minute I’m a bratty virgin, the next I’m a sex goddess. Go me!
The twins work together, Liam’s fingers stroking inside my pussy and Aiden’s mouth sucking on my clit. I grip the duvet and let out a mewl. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s electrifying.
There’s a quiver in my belly followed by a stutter lower down. A tremor swells and I rock my hips onto the delving fingers and sucking mouth.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I squeal.
Heat surges through me, and my pussy muscles clench and clench as I crest into a shuddering climax. “Ah…”
I fall back on the duvet and they inch their way up the bed until their heads are level with mine. Liam lifts his fingers to my mouth. “Suck them clean,” he says.
I part my lips and he pushes his thumb into my mouth. I taste my fruity muskiness, swirling my tongue around his fingertips.
“Good girl,” Aiden says, bending to kiss me.
I savour my juices on his tongue.
God, this is dirty.
Dirty but good.
Then they’re both kissing me, hard and deep, one after the other. I pull away with a hiss, my lips swollen.
It’s then that I notice their tented boxer shorts. They need release and it will be up to me to give it to them. How the hell am I going to do that? The thought terrifies me; I’ve got to fess up.
“Erm,” I say softly. “Just thought you should know. I’ve never done this before.”
In sync, they sit bolt upright and stare at me, eyes wide with shock.
“You mean…?” Liam asks, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You’re a virgin?” Aiden practically growls, like I’ve admitted to having herpes or something.
I nod, my heart sinking. “I should have said earlier, but I was scared it would put you off.”
“You’re right about that,” Liam says, swinging his legs out of the bed. He gives me a look. “Thank God you told us before we did something we’d later have regretted.”
“Samantha,” Aiden adds, and his voice is gentle now. “Your first time should be really special. It should be with someone you’re having a relationship with. You must realise that would be impossible between us.”
I stare at the plasma TV screen opposite, so as not to let them see the hurt in my eyes. I was so near to losing my inhibitions, to becoming a woman, to being normal. It was as if all my hang-ups were on the point of disappearing. Pouf! Like magic.
Liam picks up my clothes and hands them to me. “Maybe it’s for the best. There’s no way we could have continued with this at home. Imagine if the staff found out? And what about our parents?”
“You’re right,” I huff, putting on my knickers. “Forget this ever happened, okay?”
Upstairs in bed, I curl up and hug my knees. I’m mortified. Pissed with myself, but especially pissed with Aiden and Liam for bailing out on me.
Fuck them!
What do I need them for anyway?
This was a stupid idea.
I’m perfectly fine on my own.
A lone tear rolls down my cheek, but I brush it away. I should never have let down my defences.
6
Aiden
“Samantha has reverted to brat mode,” I tell Liam as we head towards the stable block the next morning. Her terse responses to his attempts at banter (I don’t do banter), the sulky look on her face, the brooding silence while she sipped her coffee were all an indication she’s upset. “We shouldn’t have done what we did,” I say to him.
He narrows his eyes. “She led us on. I ended up with blue balls as a result.”
“She’s just a kid, don’t forget.”
He smirks. “And a damn sexy one. Who’d have imagined she’s a fucking virgin? I thought most girls have their V-card punched before they leave high school. It’s like a rite of passage, or something.”
“She’s far too innocent for the likes of us.”
“Innocent and feisty,” he laughs. “Not only could we teach her how to ride her horse, but we could also teach her to ride us. We could break her in and make her ours.”
“It would be wrong to do anything of the kind,” I say, grabbing him in an affectionate neck hold. “She’s our stepsister.”
“If you say so, bro,” he laughs.
> “Seriously, Liam. Dad would kick our asses all the way to China.”
“Yeah, I know,” he says, and his smile is easy. “Shame, eh?”
“Don’t even think about it!”
I shake my head. I’m a frigging hypocrite. I’ve been thinking about Samantha since I woke up this morning. Thinking about her gives me a warm feeling I can’t shake off. But shake it off, I must. There are horses to ride and classes to win.
IT’S evening now, and I’m standing under the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sweat of a hard day’s work.
I spent the morning working with Magic, the horse I’ll jump tomorrow, followed by a ride around the park on King. Samantha was supposed to come with me riding Odin, but she made the excuse of a headache and Liam loosened him up in the exercise ring instead.
Liam competed on Ginge earlier this afternoon. The tight time allowed in the first round made it a tricky course, especially as it was twisty and the fences huge. Only eight of the twenty-nine starters jumped clear, including Liam, which put him in contention for the £52,500 prize fund.
Samantha wasn’t at the ring-side to watch him, unlike yesterday. She recovered from her bad head and carried out her grooming duties efficiently, but didn’t smile at us once. The brat missed watching a thrilling event, that’s for sure.
Last year’s winner, Clark Smithton of the USA, started off by setting a scorching pace aboard his grey gelding, Angel; however, he put in an extra stride before the last fence which slowed his time to 43.01 seconds. Abbas Saïd from Egypt followed, riding his bay mare, Hope. They jumped faultlessly, making the tightest of turns and galloping to the last; they finished by taking over the lead from Smithton. Liam put up a good challenge, hurtling around the course on Ginge and going clear both rounds, but his time of 42.86 seconds was only good enough for second place.
Samantha made an appearance to take Sundancer back to the stables, but, when we looked for her to share a bite to eat with us afterwards, she’d disappeared. She was back to get my mare ready for my own class, the 1.5 metre Falcon Stakes. Firefly and I jumped a fantastic round, and we took the lead with only four riders left to compete. However, it was last to go, the USA’s Emma Rivers, riding her mare Duchess, who snatched victory from us by shaving two seconds off my time.
“She’s an amazing rider,” Samantha said, not even congratulating me on my second place when she came up to collect my horse. I remembered the quote about women scorned, hell and fury springing to mind. Not that Liam and I scorned Samantha; we simply came to our senses.
We looked for her later in the stables, but she’d already settled the team down for the night. We found her in the lorry, cleaning tack on the table. It was then we decided to take her into Windsor for a pub dinner. The thought of being cooped up with little Miss Face Like a Slapped Bottom was about as appealing as a night in with Cersei Lannister.
There’s tension in my shoulders and I let the hot water pound down on my tired muscles. Liam’s second place today will be enough to keep Sundancer’s owner happy. Firefly belongs to us, so we get to pocket the entire amount of her prize money. Dad will be glad we’re keeping Roberts & Sons afloat. My twin and I love our old man and will do anything to make him proud of us.
I think about Samantha and the fact she’s still a virgin, envying the lucky man who’ll make her his one day. Using the shower puff sponge, I scrub myself all over, but when I get to my cock the bloody traitor has hardened. Just thinking about my stepsister has made me hard. One hand against the partition, I squeeze my dick and work its length. Argh! I press my forehead to the laminate and close my eyes. I imagine taking her, Liam spreading her thighs wide from behind while I pound into her from the front. She’d moan and cry out our names, and her hands would grip my ass as she comes. My filthy thoughts are enough to make me blow. With a grunt and a jerk of the hips, my balls draw up tight into my body, and spurts of hot cum spill out over my fingers. Fuck, yeah.
I turn off the shower and grab my towel. Liam washed and changed earlier; he’s gone to have a drink with the Americans. I retrieve a clean pair of boxers from my overnight bag, and drop the towel.
Shit, Samantha has come down the ladder and she’s staring at me open mouthed!
“Sorry,” she says, blushing and looking adorable in a pink mini dress. “I didn’t realise you were getting changed.”
“Won’t be a minute,” I deadpan, putting on my jeans, “Liam said he’ll meet us at the pub.”
Liam
Emma Rivers is the daughter of Brad Rivers, the American actor; she’s a brunette, attractive, in her mid-twenties, and she’s giving me ‘the look’. I know that look… dilated pupils, tongue flicking to the corners of her mouth while she leans in towards me. We’re sitting next to each other at a wooden table, Clark Smithton opposite us… a glass of London Pride beer in his hand. The fucker’s in his mid-forties, and bears a strong resemblance to Matt Damon.
“Yeah, I had a pony when I was a kid,” Emma says in response to my question about her childhood. “He would throw me off whenever he could,” she laughs. “I couldn’t ride him at all.”
I’m in with a chance if I want her; except she doesn’t do a fucking thing for me. I find myself unfavourably comparing her styled dark brown hair to Sam’s wild blonde curls, and her confident manner to my stepsister’s reserved nature.
I check my watch; she and Aiden should arrive any minute.
“I’m so excited to be here in England,” Emma says, flicking her hair. “Didn’t Duchess do great today?”
“She certainly did,” I smile politely.
“She’s real competitive,” Emma gushes, “she always goes out wanting to win, so she’s a lot of fun to ride.”
“You thrashed my twin, don’t forget,” I say in a mock serious tone.
Emma laughs. “And he beat me last month so we’re even now.”
The pub door swings open and Aiden comes in with Sam. It’s the first time I’ve seen her wearing a dress and she looks fucking stunning, like a sexy girl and not the tomboy we’ve used to seeing every day. Her arms and legs are long and shapely; it doesn’t matter she’s not that well-endowed in the tits department… she’s as cute as she can be, especially minus the bratty scowl on her pretty face.
Aiden introduces her to Emma, and I can see the awe in Sam’s expression at meeting a rising star. Clark fucking Smithton’s eyes lick Sam from the top of her golden head to the tips of her little toes in fuck-me high-heeled sandals. My hands ball into fists; she’s ours matey, and too young for you, I wanna say. But I don’t, of course. Instead, I get the next round of drinks, including a glass of white wine for Sam, which she sips nervously.
We invite the Americans to share our table when we go through to the dining area for food, all of us ordering the steak and ale pie with mashed potato and peas. Nothing like British pub grub to keep the wolf of hunger at bay.
Conversation revolves around how Emma’s participation has raised the profile of equestrian sport in the USA. “My fellow citizens don’t realise how much work and athleticism go into showjumping,” she says. “I wanna help it grow, have it gain attention and be looked at as a real sport.”
“Good for you,” Aiden laughs. “At the rate you lot are going, you’ll win everything and the rest of the world won’t get a look in.” His laughter takes the edge off his slightly sardonic tone.
While eating, we talk about the competition tomorrow and discuss whether the Germans, the French or the Irish will be the guys to beat. Emma’s gaze roves over Aiden and back to me again, as if she can’t decide between us. I notice Sam watching her; she’s quiet throughout the dinner, but I put it down to reticence.
“Well,” Aiden says after we’ve finished the food. “I think we should call it a night. We all have to be up early tomorrow, don’t we?” Ever the responsible one, but I’m grateful for his initiative. The way Emma has been coming on to me and my twin is fucking embarrassing. Her covert glances, her full-on compliments, her unsubtle tou
ching of our arms and hands can only mean one thing. Maybe in the past, we’d have been up for it; but I know Aiden as well as I know myself, and a one-night-stand with Emma Rivers doesn’t entice us at all now.
LATER, on our way back to the lorry, Sam suddenly stops dead in her tracks. “I can walk on my own,” she says out of the blue. “You two go back to Emma. I don’t wanna cramp your style.”
“What are you on about?” I ask, my mouth flapping open.
She whirls around and faces me. “Emma was flirting with you.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Neither am I,” Aiden echoes.
Sam frowns. “It didn’t look like that to me,” she says in a frosty tone, folding her arms. “I’ll be fine on my own. You don’t have to worry. I’ll go up to bed.”
Aiden shakes his head. “You’ve completely misunderstood.”
“Yeah,” I say, unblinking. “We were just being nice to her. There’s no need to be jealous.”
“Me? Jealous?” Sam laughs almost hysterically. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and shining.
I go to grab hold of her shoulders, to steady her and calm her down, but she yelps. “Don’t touch me!”
Her entire body trembling, she lets out a whimper and shrugs off my hands. Suddenly, she spins on her heel and runs off as if the hounds of hell are after her.
Aiden and I stare at each other. What the fuck? We sprint after her. What else can we do? Our legs are longer and faster and we catch up to her in no time.
She keeps running, and we jog alongside her. Without warning, the heel of her shoe catches against something and she flies through the air, landing with a thump on the hard ground.
Fuck!
We crouch down beside her.
I suck in a breath. “Are you hurt?”
“My knee stings,” she wails.
