Big Bad Twins

by Tia Siren

  Liddy sighed and held her head.

  “You know, if you don’t talk much to the guy he might just run off and find someone else to play with.”

  I giggled, she didn’t know what we were doing today, and then again, neither did I.

  My phone rang, there was a taxi waiting for me downstairs. I started getting butterflies while thinking about meeting up with Aiden again.

  “Go, GO! And don’t forget to ask about the bassist,” urged Liddy.

  I nodded, took my bag full of clothes, and rushed down the stairs. I still felt it necessary to take it a bit slow, as I found myself a bit clumsy in situations like this.

  The ride in the taxi was a bit longer than I thought it would be. I lived in an odd neighborhood. It was the furthest area from anywhere really interesting; so we drove downtown towards the more luxurious part of the city.

  As we pulled up in the cab, I managed to make out a small gathering of people, huddled in a circle. I had a feeling that my goal was in the middle of the group.

  I pressed past a few onlookers before Aiden caught my eye. He was currently taking a few selfies with some jealous fans, who made me feel more than a little uncomfortable.

  “Lela!” he managed.

  The crowd turned toward me as he waved, beckoning me closer.

  “Hey everyone, this is my friend Lela. She’s going to be showing me around town today. Thanks for finding me out and about, just for you guys I’ll have a special signing at the coffee shop just over there in about three hours. Thank you all!”

  The gathered people let out a collective sigh and a groan. He really didn’t have to do that, but it seemed to help as the crowd started to funnel away from the two of us. Of course, a few people stuck around to take last minute photographs and get an autograph or two. And soon, we were finally alone enough to talk.

  “I suppose it would’ve been better if I’d worn a disguise or something,” he laughed.

  I nodded with a large grin on my face. He still made me flutter a bit.

  “Okay, you promised to be my model for the day, let’s see if we can get a few photos before I need to meet back here.”

  He started walking in random directions through the street, stopping here and there to take a photo of an interesting contrast on the side of a building, or a photograph of some people playing in the street.

  He liked to show me his shots after he took them, and I was pleased to say he had quite an eye for framing up his pictures. The only problem is that I wasn’t in any of them.

  “So, where would you like me to model for you,” I asked.

  “I’m still looking for the right spot. I know there’s a beach nearby, maybe there’s a nice scenic shot, there.”

  I think I understood what he was looking for. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him through the street towards the beach. I knew a great spot that was gorgeous but barely anyone could get to.

  For a Saturday, the beach was surprisingly empty. It was rather odd to see it so empty, but there was a hint of drum music in the air that was quite faint at first, but as we turned I could make out a street fair off in the distance.

  The street fair could wait; I wanted to show off my favorite spot.

  I pulled Aiden through a broken wire fence, ducking behind a series of rocks that jutted out into the ocean before coming back upon a pack of sand that looked perfectly undisturbed.

  To our left was a large concrete and brick wall that couldn’t be looked over, and to our right was an outcropping of jagged boulders that were much larger than I was, but right in the middle was a sandy beach-head that looked out into the horizon.

  I tossed off my shoes and ran out to the water playfully.

  I could hear a few clicking sounds from Aiden’s camera; he must’ve liked the view as well.

  “Okay, you got me. This is a nice view.”

  He set his bag down in the sand near my shoes.

  “Hey, come over here and let’s take a few of you with these rocks, I like the shape.”

  I complied, and walked over, giving my best model stare. He took another few pictures.

  “I don’t suppose you have something a little more beach-worthy in your bag, those skinny jeans look great, but it doesn’t look right for the shot.”

  I nodded again; I was prepared for this. I started unbuttoning my jeans and slipped them off my slim legs. I was smart enough to wear my bathing suit underneath.

  “Okay, that is a truly gorgeous sight. Were you going to tell me about this? Or just make me guess?”

  He kept snapping more photos as I took off my top to reveal my underwhelming bust size. I was wondering if he was thinking about his model for the day if he was trying to get me at angles that wouldn’t show off my hips that were too big, or my boobs that were too small.

  It didn’t seem to matter to him, though; he continued to click away, never taking his eye off the viewfinder on the camera.

  “You are a stunning woman,” he said, “I can barely take my eyes off you.

  I decided a change was in order. I popped over to my bag and put on my skirt from the night before, and a really slinky top that I rarely ever wear.

  He looked like he was about to lose it, as he kept taking more and more photographs. Before I realized, it had been a couple of hours. Being the center of his attention was getting me a little turned on.

  I walked over to Aiden and decided to make the first move. I leaned in close to him and waited for him to lean in. He greeted me almost instantly, tenderly pressing against mine.

  I could feel his passion as he pulled me in closer for more kisses. He was a little rough, but I liked it. He stripped off his camera as I began to unbutton his shirt. His chest was thin but powerful as I rubbed my hand along his abs.

  He cupped my butt and lifted me off the ground a little, only to throw me back down onto the sand. I laid there while he awkwardly stripped off his tight jeans. I couldn’t help but giggle while he did it.

  He was rock hard and had an almost animalistic lust in his eyes. He fell to the sand in front of me and stripped me of my clothing, and his roughness just made me wetter.

  He started kissing me all over, starting with my neck while he undid my bikini top, then down to my uncovered nipples, until he started kissing my thighs.

  He flicked his tongue up and down my little clit while massaging my leg with his hand. I could feel surges of ecstasy start to build inside my stomach. He was pulling the animal out of me.

  I gripped his upper back and pulled him up towards me; I wanted him inside me so bad. He got the hint and lifted himself higher until his member was tickling my nether region.

  I enjoyed the sensation for a moment before he pushed himself inside, pulling me open with his girth. I let out a long drawn out gasp in between moans of pleasure as he took me.

  He thrust powerfully, and I could feel him filling me to the maximum while I tried my best to stay at least a little quiet. I hoped nobody was watching, but at the same time, I wish they did.

  The public setting and the idea that we might get caught was turning me on even more, and I think he could tell. He slid in and out even easier with each thrust, even as my womanhood grasp on to him and tried to keep him inside as much as possible.

  Then I could feel it building up, a sudden and powerful explosion shattered my thoughts and expelled itself down my spine as the orgasm took hold. I couldn’t breathe for a moment as I was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure.

  He must have enjoyed himself, too. I could feel his hot manhood spurting into me. I wanted it to fill me up, so that I wouldn’t forget this perfect moment on my favorite beach, with someone I never wanted to forget.

  He pulled out slowly and laid himself next to me.

  “Can we just stay here until tomorrow,” he asked.

  I wanted to scream, ‘yes’ as loud as I could, but the words never found me.

  He let out a long, drawn out sigh.

  “You’re right, I have a show tonight.

>   He stood up, covered in sand from head to toe, and started cleaning himself off. I didn’t want to move, and I could barely feel my legs.

  “Aiden, you wouldn’t happen to have some extra tickets for tonight’s show, would you?” I asked.

  “You didn’t need to sleep with me to ask me for tickets,” he said, in a more serious tone than I should have liked.

  “No, I slept with you because I like you, and you’re the first person that let me be the center of attention for once. I asked for tickets because I thought we could meet up afterward and do this again,” I smiled in a coy manner.

  “I think I have just the thing,” he said.

  “Oh, and is the bassist available,” I asked.

  4.

  He seemed to be showing off; he got Liddy and me into his private box along with his managers. I felt incredibly out of place; I wore something a little bit slinky while everyone else seemed to be wearing suits or nice dresses.

  While the concert progressed, I made polite conversation with many of the people. They were all quite nice, and wished me well, asking me how I knew Aiden and the band. While I wasn’t entirely honest with how I knew Aiden, I was still nice and answered all the questions they had.

  It was another fantastic show, just like last night, and I made my way backstage with Liddy in tow as soon as it was all over. I was starting to come out of my shell a little.

  “Lela, you made it!” I heard, as soon as we entered the green room backstage.

  It was the same as it was the previous night, but now, there were more unfamiliar faces contending for the affection of the band members. I don’t think any of the guys minded in the slightest.

  “You remember Liddy, I hope,” I said.

  “Bruce, do you remember Liddy,” Aiden said, looking over at his bassist.

  “How could I forget,” Bruce replied.

  I had never seen it before, but Liddy blushed. I giggled as she hopped away.

  Aiden excused himself from the girls that surrounded him and met me back on the balcony again. It wasn’t as empty as it was yesterday but it was quiet compared to the cramped room.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” Aiden asked.

  I nodded.

  He laughed.

  “Still staying so quiet today. Well, you weren’t so quiet earlier today.”

  I smiled and beckoned him closer.

  “I’d be louder if we could find somewhere private,” I said while biting my lip.

  He perked up.

  “I’m ready to leave. I’ll call the driver-“

  “Aiden!?”

  A shout echoed through the backstage room; it was somewhat unfamiliar.

  “Aiden, get your ass out here, we need to talk.”

  I could see Greg, his manager filtering into view. Aiden excused himself and went back inside to greet him.

  They had chatted for a moment before Aiden pointed toward the balcony. When they came out, I could feel Greg’s rage. He was a gruff and professional looking man. His slick hair and trendy suit were hiding a prudent businessman.

  “Everyone off the balcony except her,” he shouted.

  Even the bigger roadies looked scared of him, and they pushed past to get inside in a hurry.

  “Are you going to explain this, Aiden,” Greg said, holding up Aiden’s camera.

  “I was out and about taking photos today, I do that in every town, how is it any different this time?” he replied.

  I stayed silent, watching the two of them, and wondering why they might need me here.

  “This, right here, this is why it’s different,” he turned on the camera and started playing a video. It was the two of us, making love on the beach. The camera must have accidently turned on when he dropped it in the sand, and it captured everything.

  I backed away a bit, trying to avoid being seen, but there was nowhere to hide.

  “What are you trying to say, Greg? Did we do something wrong or are you just here to give tips,” Aiden added with a chuckle.

  Greg wasn’t having any of it.

  “Listen, Aiden, have you ever seen a celebrity sex tape get leaked to the public? A person in your station shouldn’t be seen having sex with someone like her. This would drag you down if it got out.”

  Aiden wasn’t laughing anymore.

  “What do you mean, ‘someone like her’?” he asked.

  It looked like he was about to mention my skin tone, I was used to people talking down at me because of my darker skin, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

  “I’m talking about some local slut that is just after you for your money. I bet she set this up to record you two so she could blackmail you for it.”

  Aiden clenched his teeth, attempting to hold back his frustration.

  “Greg, you’re a good manager. You helped make me famous, and I think you for that.” Aiden said. “But don’t think for one second that you can talk about the company that I keep like that.”

  That shut him up; Greg might have been the brains, but he certainly wasn’t the face, and he knew that he wouldn’t make a dime if he got fired.

  “Take your damn camera, and get rid of that video. We’re on the road again tomorrow morning; I just want to put this behind us.”

  He left, still in a ball of rage. All interest I had in being close with Aiden tonight fled from me. I wanted to run out of there and not stop till I got home; I was so embarrassed.

  Aiden just pushed a few buttons on the camera, pulled out the memory card, and handed it to me.

  “You mean a lot to me, I know we’ve only spent one afternoon together, but hopefully, this helps you trust me. If you wanted to destroy my career, you could. But, I don’t think you want that. So, I’m entrusting this with you.”

  I took the memory card and tucked it into my cleavage.

  “Listen, I need to get some sleep tonight. I wanted you to come with me, but I don’t know if I could make it happen. At least, Bruce and Liddy are having a good time.”

  I looked inside; they were making out already, and I had a feeling that I would be going home alone.

  “We’ll be back through here in about two months. But, that doesn’t mean that I want to wait two months before I see you again.”

  I nodded.

  “Do you want to visit me on the road?”

  I thought about it for a minute. Of course, I want to visit that biggest rock star on the road. But, I had too much to do.

  “I can’t, Aiden, I’m in school and this next week is finals. If I pass my classes, then I’ll be graduating with a degree in journalism.”

  He laughed again.

  “You’re telling me that I just gave the biggest story of the year to an up and coming journalist? Wow, do I know how to make decisions.”

  I giggled as well.

  “Your secret is safe with me; I don’t want to see my face in some tabloid magazine anytime soon.”

  “Well, if you can’t visit me on the road, then you should know that we’ll be back through this way in about two months. I want you to come see me then.”

  I nodded again; this was becoming an odd habit.

  “I will be there,” was all I could say.

  We hugged, and he went on his way.

  It was a lonely car ride home.

  5.

  I started getting phone calls the following day.

  It was Aiden; he wanted to know more about me. We would spend hours on the phone chatting when he wasn’t at rehearsal, and I wasn’t in class.

  Hardly a day passed where we didn’t actually talk for a little while, and some nights I would fall asleep with my phone on while we fell asleep together.

  I learned a few things, like how his name wasn’t really Aiden, it was Chris. But, I kept calling him Aiden because that was the name I got to know him by, and he barely answered to his real name anymore.

  I spent many happy moments watching our love making session on the beach over again. I would play with myself while watching and would still feel his
powerful body on top of mine, driving me into the sand.

  Things got a little more interesting after a few weeks, my period was late, and a quick trip to the doctor confirmed that I was pregnant. It tied my stomach in knots, and I tried my best to keep my secret, but I couldn’t help myself, so I told Liddy.

  She freaked out, as I assumed. I didn’t really mind someone making a big deal about it. But, I needed her to keep it a secret because I didn’t want to impact Aiden’s career.

  I had to tell him, though, and I had to tell him in person.

  I booked a flight to the city he played in and let him know I would be on the way. He was more excited than I thought he would be.

  I met him backstage before the show.

  “Aiden,” I said.

  “Lela,” he replied.

  I couldn’t get out the words; I was choking on them.

  “Lela, maybe we could find somewhere a little private and have some fun before the show,” he said.

  I honestly felt the same way, and maybe I would grow more of a backbone afterward. We rushed backstage to his dressing room, which he locked and propped a chair against the knob.

  I was practically undressed before the door was closed, and he was in a rush to do the same.

  I stripped his pants off him and buried my face in his manhood. I slid his long, thick member down my throat as far as I could. I could hear his moans of pleasure as I bobbed up and down.

  It surprised me how long he lasted, but he stopped me before I could finish him off, and he pressed me against a wall. I could feel my sex dripping all over him as he pushed himself into me.

  I tried my best to avoid screaming with pleasure, but it was difficult. I had to bite down on a pillow to avoid making too much noise.

  I felt it again, almost like everything from the last month was leading up to this moment and the excitement and pleasure gave me an intense, earth-shattering orgasm. I felt him releasing inside me. I didn’t mind at all, this time; I had nothing to be scared of anymore.

  The post-sex high that followed left my body relaxed, and I didn’t mind talking.

  “Aiden, there’s something you need to know,” I started.

  “What is that, Lela?” he replied.

  “I’m pregnant, and you’re the only person I’ve slept with in months,” I said.