by SC Daiko
“It’s grazed,” Aiden says, lifting her leg and inspecting it. “Let’s get you back to the lorry and clean it up.”
We put our arms around her and half-lift, half-carry her the short distance and up the steps. Inside, I go to get the first aid kit and some water.
“Are your tetanus shots up-to-date?” Aiden asks.
“I think so.” She pauses, her brow creasing. “I remember I had a booster the year before last.”
“Good,” he grunts.
I apply disinfectant to the graze, and she flinches.
“Why did you take off like that?” I ask. “You were legging it like you were shit scared of something.”
“You’re not frightened of us, are you, Samantha?” Aiden asks quietly, bandaging her knee.
Her eyes grow big and worried. “Maybe I am…” she stutters.
I furrow my brows. “I don’t get it. We wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
She gazes directly at me, and then at my twin. “I can’t help it. I have… issues.”
“Issues?” we ask together.
She glances at us, then looks away again. “I can’t say…”
“Come on, spit it out.” Aiden shoves a hand through his tousled hair. “If we don’t know what these ‘issues’ are, we won’t be able to help you.”
“My father… my father used to hit my mother,” her voice quakes, and her face has grown pale.
“Jesus,” I blurt out, “What a fucking bastard.”
Rage surges inside me. My gaze crashes with Aiden’s and I see the anger in his eyes. I’ve heard about domestic violence, of course I have, but this is the first time I’ve come face-to-face with a sufferer. Fuck, it’s just occurred to me that her dad might have hit her as well. “Did your father…?” I can’t say the words.
“Was he violent towards you?” Aiden growls.
She shakes her head, and I heave a sigh of relief. “I kept my distance from him,” she says. “But I used to lie awake at night listening. The sounds would come through the wall between my bedroom and my parents’.” She shudders. “I never imagined Mam would ever trust a man again. Your dad must be so special.”
A sudden thought occurs to me. I know now exactly what Dad did. He gentled Rhiannon just like he would gentle one of our nervous mares. “We Roberts have a magic touch,” I smirk, catching Aiden’s eye. “Remember last night?”
She goes bright red. “Yeah, you both made me feel really good, and then you rejected me.”
“I’m sorry it came across that way,” Aiden says, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear. “We wanted your first time to be with someone you love.”
She shakes her head and the hopeless look in her eyes pains my gut. “There’ll never be a first time. I have hang-ups as far as men are concerned. I won’t fall in love with anyone, ever.”
Fuck, no. Can’t let that happen. Our Sam is NOT going through life a virgin.
“We can help you with those hang-ups, babe. If you’ll let us,” I breathe.
Her expression morphs from despair to hope. “You can?”
“We’ll do our best,” Aiden says in a cautious tone.
She frowns. “How?”
I think about gentling nervous mares, but decide against telling Sam I’ve compared her with a horse. Somehow, I doubt she’d appreciate the comparison. “By teaching you to trust us, babe,” I say, instead.
“One rule, though,” Aiden adds. “It will only be until our parents get back from their honeymoon in July. And the staff mustn’t find out. Not just for our sake but for yours.”
Her breath stills and her eyes dart from me to Aiden and back to me again. “Promise you won’t hurt me?”
The question almost breaks my heart. “When have we hurt any of our horses, Sam? We’d never hurt you.”
I keep to myself the unwelcome thought that hurt comes in many forms, not just physical. One step at a time. Patience. Always stay calm. The Roberts rule. Sam is a vulnerable young woman, and needs to be treated as such. Aiden and I will do everything in our power not to hurt her.
“Your call,” I say.
She blushes again. “I’d like to try.” Her cheeks have gone scarlet. “I mean, last night was good.”
I have to stop myself from punching the air. Yes!
7
Aiden
We make up the sofa bed, Samantha standing to the side, her eyes wide. Is she going to bolt? She’s like a nervous filly with her long legs and skittish demeanour; she could take flight at any moment. What Liam and I are about to attempt is a huge responsibility, and there’s no guarantee we’ll succeed. But our stepsister needs help, that much is obvious. If we can’t help her, who can?
I raise her dress over her head; she catches a trembling breath, but she doesn’t stop me. Liam goes to stand behind her; he lifts her mane of blonde curls and kisses the back of her neck, sucking and nuzzling until she lets out a soft moan.
I cup her face, and lean in to kiss her. For a heartbeat, she keeps her lips closed. Then a small sound escapes her throat and she opens for me, her tongue fluttering against mine.
“My turn,” Liam grunts, and I release her into his arms. Her hands tangle in his hair, and she lets out a whimper as his mouth captures hers.
They break the kiss, their breath rasping.
“Would you like us to make you come, babe?” he whispers in her ear.
She nods; it’s as if she can’t trust herself to speak.
“Good girl,” I say, turning her and kissing her on the forehead. “We’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”
I kneel in front of her, my face level with her pussy. Slowly, Aiden, slowly. Gently, I hook my fingers into the elastic and peel down her pretty pink knickers… down her firm, slim thighs, past the bump of her knees, down to her slender ankles. “Step out of them, sweetheart,” I tell her, and, hesitantly, she complies.
Liam starts palming her tits; she isn’t wearing a bra. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he says. “Don’t be scared. We’re not gonna hurt you. If we do anything you don’t like, tell us to stop and we’ll do just that. No questions asked.”
With a soft sigh, she laces her fingers in my hair, and I take that as a signal to continue. I stroke up and down her lovely legs, soothing the tension in her muscles, breathing deeply and enjoying her light musky scent. She’s turned on by what we’re doing, that’s for sure, but will she relax enough to lose her fear? I remember how she was with us when we made her come last night, how she appeared to enjoy what we did to her. It gives me confidence in the Roberts’ magic touch.
“Lean back against me, babe,” Liam rasps. “Aiden will take care of you.”
I tease her thighs apart until her pussy is fully exposed. “You’re perfect, sweetheart.” And she is. Pretty, pink and glistening for me. I can’t wait to taste her. I bend my head and touch my tongue to her puffy lips, so soft and wet and lovely. I risk a flick of my tongue, and she gasps a little moan.
“I bet our girl tastes delicious,” Liam says. “Isn’t that right, bro’?”
“You taste divine, Samantha,” I tell her. “So sweet. Absolutely fantastic.”
With gentle fingers, I stroke her opening. I touch her swollen clit and she lets out another gasp. She tugs at my hair. “Oh, God, Aiden.”
Liam chuckles. “Does that feel good?”
“Mmm,” she replies.
I fasten my mouth onto her now, and slide my tongue up and down her slippery slit, pushing it in and out of her tight little hole. Frigging incredible. I circle my thumb around her clit, round and round until she’s squirming and letting out more delightful moans.
Glancing up, I see Liam’s fingers are busy at the buds of her cute little nipples, pinching and pulling at them, making her squirm with delight.
My dick is hot and heavy, weeping in my jeans. I’m sure Liam’s is too, but our brat comes first. Literally. We’ll work out what to do about our hard-ons later. Much as I’d love to push my cock deep into her and fuck her senseless, she
isn’t ready. Not today. Maybe not even tomorrow. I think about the Roberts adage. One step at a time. Patience. Always stay calm.
Breathing through my nose, I suck her clit into my mouth; it swells against my tongue as her pussy clenches. Her hold on my hair strengthens and she pushes herself against my mouth. “Oh, God,” she groans. “I’m gonna come.”
I keep sucking. Hard. Then I feel the tremor reverberate through her body and onto my tongue as she loses her shit with a squeal.
Liam
She flops back against me like a rag doll. I lower the two of us onto the bed, turning her onto her side so that she’s facing me. I smooth her damp hair back from her forehead, and kiss her upturned nose. The mattress dips as Aiden stretches out behind her. “That was amazing,” she smiles a shy smile. “But what about you? I mean, you both need release.”
“Whoa,” I snicker, and my cock jerks. Fuck, my balls are so tight I could blow any minute. “You gotta take this slowly. babe. Don’t try to canter before you’ve learnt to trot.”
Aiden lifts her curls from the back of her neck and nuzzles her. “Liam is right, Samantha. We don’t wanna push you too hard too fast.”
There’s a naughty sparkle in her eyes. “I’ve never seen a man’s cock in the flesh before.”
I fight the urge to unzip my jeans and show her. Then I think, sod it, she’s seen horses’ cocks, even geldings let it all hang out when they’re relaxing. But she gets there before me. With fluttery fingers, she reaches for the buckle to my belt. “Are you sure?” I ask.
Aiden has sat up, and he’s removing his polo shirt. “Slowly does it, sweetheart. Remember to say stop if you’re scared.”
“I will,” she nods, and her eyes are huge. “But you’ll have to tell me what to do.”
“You’re a brat, Sam,” I tease. “I’m gonna call you that from now onwards. A fitting nickname for a little minx.”
Aiden bends and kisses her briefly on the lips. “Our virgin brat.” And there’s such affection in his voice it pangs in my chest. “We won’t pop your cherry tonight,” he says. “It’s too soon. But we’ll show you how to give us a hand-job.”
A flash of uncertainty passes across her pretty face. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he says.
I unzip my jeans and shrug off my t-shirt, revealing the massive tent in my shorts. Aiden has done the same, and we raise ourselves up on our elbows, one on each side of her. I feel her hot gaze caressing my package. I push my briefs down, and my aching cock springs free; it throbs with need… swollen, weeping pre-cum and ready to explode. Fuck!
Aiden has pulled off his boxers, and his long dick, engorged with thick veins, is standing at full-mast. One thing about having a twin, we feel no embarrassment at each other’s nakedness. We even started jerking off together when we were teens while watching porn… progressing to sharing willing women in adulthood.
Sam catches her lower lip between her pearly white teeth, and her chocolate-brown eyes grow big. “Wow,” she says. “I never imagined you’d both be so huge.” She blushes, and it’s fucking adorable. She’s adorable. I wanna crush her to me and fuck her until she screams for mercy.
Not gonna happen.
At least not yet…
“Wanna touch?” I ask.
She nods and raises herself to sitting position. Aiden lifts her left hand, and I lift her right one. We place them on our cocks. Her face a picture of concentration, she runs her fluttery fingers up and down our straining shafts.
“Squeeze,” Aiden grunts. “We won’t break.”
And now she’s tugging at our dicks like there’s no tomorrow, fisting them, milking them; instinctively, it seems, she knows how to apply the right pressure. We tilt our hips and push into the palms of her hands, our cocks cocooned in her warm grip. Fuck!
My dick twitches and I groan. I’m on the brink. My balls tighten, and tingles spark through them. “Be ready, brat.”
I explode with a hiss; my cum coats her fingers and trickles down her hand. She smiles like she’s achieved some kind of goal... which I suppose she has, given that she’s never done this before. I’m proud to have been her first. I always come quicker than my twin, but he won’t be that far behind. “Finish Aiden off, babe,” I rasp.
I watch her jerk his cock, her pink tongue poking out of the side of her mouth as she slides her hand up and down in the slippery slick of his pre-cum. With a grunt, he judders and his release shoots between her fingers and onto her wrist. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathes, and then leans in to kiss her. “That was perfect.”
She slithers from in between us, and goes to grab a cloth from the shower room before returning with it to wipe us down. By unspoken agreement, we don’t speak. Instead, we lie sandwiched together, the three of us, our breaths slowing. Dreams are chasing us, and, before we know it, we’re asleep.
Samantha
It’s the early hours of Monday morning and we’re on our way home. I’m in the front of the lorry, riding shotgun between Aiden, who’s at the wheel, and Liam… sitting next to the window. We’ll be back at the yard in a few minutes; I can’t wait to see Jason, to give him a peppermint and put my arms around his solid neck.
I’m quiet, thinking my thoughts. When I woke up in my stepbrothers’ bed not even twenty-four hours ago, I’d felt a rush of such elation. I’d touched a man’s cock, and not just the one but two! gorgeous cocks that had wept for me. I never expected the sense of achievement, to finally do what my girlfriends at school had described in giggly whispers when talking about their boyfriends. Not that I’d wanted a boyfriend in those days; the whole idea of handing myself over to a man had terrified me. But jerking my stepbrothers off on Saturday night gave me a feeling of being in control, and I’d loved it. The way they’d made me ready beforehand was intoxicating.
I sigh; I just hope it wasn’t a one-off, that they haven’t decided I’m too inexperienced, too young, too much of a brat. Not to mention the fact our parents are married to each other; I know Mam would freak if she knew what I’ve done, and what else I intend doing provided Aiden and Liam are up for it. Maybe they won’t be? It’s been business as usual today.
Their idea of helping me get over my hang-ups, after I’d told them about my dad, could have been pity on their part. I don’t give a fuck, I tell myself. But that’s a damn lie. I so want them to fuck me. Oh God, please let it be tonight. They’re all I can think about: their touch, their kisses, their gorgeous cocks.
Who’d ever have thought I could be this turned on by a man? And not just one man, but two? It’s a freaking miracle, that’s what it is. Except, throughout the day, they’ve treated me like their stepsister. What did I expect? That’s all I am to them. Get a grip on yourself, Sam, and do a reality-check!
This morning, I’d slipped out of bed before them and had gone to the stables to muck out the horses, and then fed and groomed them. Afterwards, I’d helped with exercising those in the team who’d already competed. It had been an honour to ride Firefly; she’s a lovely girl with a mouth as soft as butter… she’d responded beautifully to every squeeze I’d made on the reins. Aiden said I’d done well. But there’d been nothing in his tone to indicate he thought of me in any way beyond brotherly affection.
In the early afternoon, Liam rode his grey mare, Zelda, in the Speed Stakes. Despite adding eight seconds to his time for lowering two fences, he headed off challenges from the rest of the field to win first place. I’d hugged him practically to death I was so proud of him. And he’d hugged me back… nothing more nothing less.
Later, Aiden rode Magic in the Grand Prix. Having gone clear in the first round, he was in the nail-biting jump-off, competing against Clark Smithton and Louise Kent of the USA, and Sean O’Leary of Ireland. Aiden and Magic were quick over the first three fences, but slowed for the double of verticals, which made them lose time and finish 1.9 seconds behind O’Leary who took first place… with Smithton third, and Louise Kent fourth. I’d hugged Aiden as hard as I’d hugged Liam, j
ust as proud of him as I was of his twin. Something in Aiden’s expression, though, made me think, and hope, and almost believe Saturday night was just the start.
THE gates of the Roberts’ yard loom up ahead now. Liam had called earlier to warn Zac and Joe of our imminent arrival. They’re waiting by the tack room with the dogs, and there’s Rachel too, fully recovered from her bout of gastric flu. “You go and see your boy,” she tells me. “I know you’ll have missed him.”
“Yeah,” Joe adds. “We’ll unload the team and bed them down for the night.”
I practically run into the stables, and there he is, his beautiful dark brown eyes shining in the subdued lighting.
I do what I’ve been longing to do ever since we set off from Windsor; I kiss his velvet nose and give him peppermints, putting my arms around his neck while he crunches the goodies and head-butts me. “Guess what, baby?” I check to make sure no one is listening. “I might get my V card punched tonight.”
He snorts and wriggles his upper lip around my jeans pocket, searching for another mint. Sudden doubt whirls through me. Am I being optimistic? Liam and Aiden are probably tired. They might even have gone to bed already. And, if they haven’t, who’s to say they’ll even want me? I’m just someone they enjoyed for a night in the lorry. I remember they said what happens there, stays there. I’m pathetic to even hope there could be more. I kiss Jason’s nose again, then turn on my heel and, feet dragging, head for the farmhouse.
8
Samantha
“Everything okay?” Aiden asks as I step into the kitchen. He’s leaning against the counter, a glass of what looks like brandy in his hand.
“Yes, thanks,” I say, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
His beautiful deep-blue eyes crash into mine. “Like a drink?”
I shake my head. “I’ll just have some milk and then go up to bed.”
I wait for the invitation to join him and Liam, but it doesn’t come. I supress a sigh, knock back my drink, rinse the glass and leave it in the dish rack. “Erm, good night then. I guess I’d better get some rest.” I head towards the door.
