HUGE X2: A Twin Stepbrother Romance (With Bonus Book 'ESCAPE')

by Stephanie Brother

  “Oh, he’s interested,” I say. “Just a bit slow. Maybe you should make the first move. It isn’t the 50’s you know. Women have been liberated for decades.”

  “I don’t know. I kinda like it when a man does the leg work. Otherwise, I feel like I’m giving myself up for nothing.”

  “I guess,” I say, remembering Ethan’s hand on my leg and the words he whispered in my ear. It did feel good to hear him say it. I hadn’t realized how much that mattered to me until that moment.

  We chat for a while longer about the usual, then say our goodbyes. I have plenty of good reasons to be on campus for a few more hours then I know I’m going to have to be brave and head home.

  5

  ONE LOVE

  Do you ever get the feeling that the universe is against you? I get home that night to find a very quiet house. I head to the kitchen expecting to find my mom there preparing dinner but the light is off and everything is packed away. On the counter I find a note from Mom. Apparently, Wendell, my step-dad, has decided to take her away for the weekend. A romantic surprise.

  The first thing that enters my head is the realization that I’m going to be home alone with the twins for a whole weekend. No parental supervision. No risk of being disturbed. Nothing to stop them from carrying on like they were in the coffee shop.

  Just the feeling of their hands on me had me trembling, and they were only touching innocent places. They dismissed so easily all the reasons I gave them on why we can’t act on our feelings. Things that sounded certain in my head sounded so unconvincing when voice out loud, and the more they I talked the less assured I felt. Telling them ‘no’ felt so right to my head and so wrong to my heart, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep up my barriers now they’ve taken the brave step towards confessing their long held feelings.

  Just as I’m heading up the stairs to hide in my bedroom, the front door opens. I turn to see Nathan coming in first and Ethan not far behind. They both look up at me, Nathan seeming worried as though he knows exactly how I’m feeling and Ethan with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. They must know about our parent’s last minute trip. They must know they have the perfect opportunity to get me exactly where they want me. Nathan’s not sure how I’m going to react. Ethan’s just thinking that all he has to do is to convince me; push my buttons a little harder and he’ll get the answer he wants.

  “Hey, Peanut,” Ethan calls out. “Did you hear the great news?”

  “What great news?” I say. Denial seems like my best course of action. Pretend like nothing unusual is going on and maybe I’ll be safe. Oh god, I’m lying to myself again.

  “We have the house to ourselves for the whole weekend,” he says with glee in his voice.

  I take another step up the stairs, backing away slowly. “Yeah, my mom left me a note,” I reply, trying to keep my voice from quivering.

  “Do you want to watch a movie, maybe?” Nathan asks kindly. “We’ll let you choose. Anything you want.”

  They both look up at me hopefully and it breaks my heart a little. Their little-boy expressions melt me. I know what they are really asking and it has nothing to do with movies. They never let me choose without a fight. It’s always a game to them first, and only after I moan and complain for half an hour do they give in.

  I know if I agree, we’re going to end up on the couch together. Once it’s movie time we always turn the lights down low to get the full cinema experience. It’ll be the perfect atmosphere for what they were alluding to at the coffee shop, and what I’ve secretly been craving for months. I’ve been telling myself that we can’t do this but my body has come alive at the thought of my fantasy becoming a reality. I’ve been trying to convince myself that it is wrong, but if I’m honest with myself, my heart has never agreed.

  When brain and heart diverge, which one gets the upper hand? Logic or emotion?

  I know it should be logic.

  Time seems to stop as I look down at them. I know this is a pivotal moment in my life. Am I really going to do this? What can I say? I’m an emotional girl.

  I think I am.

  Am I going to live to regret it?

  Who the fuck knows!

  Maybe we all need to make a few reckless choices. Maybe we all need to do things that will make us blush some day in the future when our hair is streaked with gray and our face marked with lines. Maybe it’s the stuff that pushes our boundaries and makes us feel alive that are the times we will remember with the most fondness.

  I love these guys; like friends and so much more. I feel safe with them. I know they wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I know that what they are asking me is about more than sex otherwise, they wouldn’t be asking. If all they wanted was sex, they could get that anywhere. They wouldn’t be risking their home life for something casual. How things will work out in the future I have no idea. But I do want them. I do love them. And if that makes me a terrible person, then I think I’m okay with that. At least for today. For this moment in time I let my heart choose my destiny.

  “As long as it’s Pump up the Volume, I’m in,” and as soon as the words are out of my mouth, they both grin and start toeing off their shoes.

  “I’ll be down in half an hour,” I say starting up the stairs.

  In my room, I do what I did the night before; stand for a few minutes with my back against the door, taking deep breaths. This time, though, I have every reason to need to calm my nerves.

  I shower and put on some nice lingerie. Nothing too sexy but a relatively new set that matches. I cover it with comfy black yoga pants and a cami-top. I can hear the boys laughing in their room. I wonder what they’re talking about. Are they talking tactics or just joking about something that happened at college today? I decide to go to the den first. Somehow that feels better than walking in on them and having to negotiate my way onto the couch.

  I grab a magazine and take position in the middle as I usually do. I don’t take in any of the words on the page but it’s somewhere to look and good cover for when the twins appear.

  I hear them bounding down the stairs about five minutes later, the longest five minutes of my life. They’re both dressed casually in dark blue and the color makes their eyes stand out even more than usual. I can’t help but look them up and down as they stand in front of me. For a moment, I wonder what on earth I have done to deserve them. My mouth goes dry just thinking about what might happen next. They act as though nothing’s going on, though. Nathan grabs the remote from the table and slumps on my right. Ethan turns the lights down as usual and takes a seat to my left. We don’t speak as Nathan searches for my favorite Christian Slater movie and sets it running. I could practically recite the words.

  This will be the first movie night that I haven’t bothered to get popcorn. I wonder if the boys have noticed and if they have, what they think. There is so much running through my mind. Who will make the first move? I bet on Ethan. He always takes the lead. I wonder how they’ll be. What it will feel like to kiss them. Will it feel the same or different? It’s been so long since I felt a man’s hands on me. Then I remember the rumor Katelin had whispered in my ear at our last cookout. The one about the size of things I could be seeing very soon and a shiver runs up my spine. I usually take gossip with a pinch of salt, but this had come via Katelin’s sister who is in the same classes as the twins. Only one word was used, and it was done with an expression of knowing awe. Huge.

  We watch about five minutes of the movie but I don’t take anything in. All I can think about is what the twins have resting between their legs. I’m so damn curious to find out if the stories are true. It isn’t long before the couch shifts and Ethan moves closer. He puts his arm over the back, like we’re sixteen and on a first date. I want to laugh but then his other hand rests against my cheek and turns my head until I’m facing him. It takes all my confidence to maintain eye contact.

  “You know we love you, Carrie,” he says so gently I feel the words from my eyelashes to the tips of my tiny toe
s. Nathan strokes his hand over my hair, coming so close behind me I can feel the heat of his body against the bare skin of my arms.

  I nod my head like a mute. I didn’t really know that. Not the love bit. I knew they liked me. I felt certain they cared for me and had feelings for me. But love? My heart feels like it is going to burst, with happiness and with hope.

  Ethan leans forward and presses his lips against mine at exactly the same moment that I feel Nathan’s on my neck. Ethan’s gentle kisses are mirrored by Nathan in a way I hadn’t expected and everything is magnified. The first touch of Eth’s tongue against mine is electric but it is made so much more by the soft press of Nathan’s just beneath my ear. I moan, not knowing what to do. I want to lean into Ethan, to get closer to his body and the strength I can feel radiating from him. But if I move forward I’ll distance myself from Nath and I don’t want to lose his contact. I want to feel both their broad, muscular chests pressed against me. I want them to wrap me up in Stanmore twin until I don’t know where one of them ends and the other one begins.

  As if Nathan can read my mind, he moves forward and then so does Eth and I almost get my wish. The angles are difficult but they’re as close as they can get with us sitting up like this. I put one hand on Ethan’s cheek, deepening the kiss that is so amazing I could weep. With the other I reach behind to find Nathan’s knee. I want him to know I’m enjoying what he’s doing too. What woman wouldn’t love having soft kisses dusted across her shoulders and on the sensitive skin of her neck? It’s Nathan’s hand that moves up my side and onto my breast first. I would never have thought he’d be the one to push things to second base but he is. His touch isn’t tentative at all; he just gets his hand round me and squeezes, pinching at the tip of my nipple in a way that sends pleasure all the way between my legs. It feels so good that I pull away from Ethan to close my eyes and arch my back. And then Ethan’s hand is sliding up my camisole. It’s so big and rough, from all the hours of working out he does and the yard work his dad insists both the twins do. And he doesn’t take his time with things. Not at all. He’s unsnapped the front fastening of my bra and has his hand on my bare skin before I can even moan.

  “Fuck, Carrie, you’re so beautiful,” Nathan whispers in my ear as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, still maddeningly though the fabric of my top. Ethan, on the other hand, has pushed the strap of his side down. I watch him as he cups my breast, taking time to caress it and appreciate it. I see the moment he decides he is going to lean in to suck the tight pink nipple. When his mouth latches on it isn’t gentle. He sucks hard enough to make me gasp, then gently bites the tip. It’s agony and ecstasy all rolled into one.

  “That looks so damn hot,” Nathan breathes in my ear. “Does it feel good, baby? Do you like it when he bites you?”

  I nod my head and turn until I’m looking into Nathan’s eyes. They are blazing with desire and his lips look flushed from all the kisses he’s been peppering me with. I lean in and lick at his top lip gently, wanting to find out if he tastes the same as his brother. They must use different toothpaste because Nathan tastes like peppermint and Ethan like spearmint. They kiss differently too. Ethan is bolder and more in control of his kiss, whereas Nathan seems to respond more to the movements I make.

  I’ve never felt anything like the sensation of having someone’s tongue in my mouth and another on my breast at the same time. It’s almost too much for me to take. I’m so hot between my legs and I have a desperate urge to press them together for some relief. It takes some shifting to do it because Ethan has a knee between mine, and as I try to adjust my position he takes a firm hold of one of my legs.

  “I know what you’re trying to do,” he whispers in my ear, watching as his brother kisses me slow and deep. “You want to squeeze your legs shut but I’m not going to let you, Carrie. I want you so worked up that you’ll come the minute I press my tongue against your clit.”

  I wriggle again because his words might as well have been his tongue. My clit feels hot and swollen, and I know I’m wet because I’ve got that achy feeling down below. That feeling that tells you that you’re ready.

  The trouble is that Nathan’s kiss is so damn good that I don’t want to pull away. I cup his face to hold him to me, sliding my tongue over his like we’re fucking. I can feel the couch shift as Ethan takes position behind me. He doesn’t kiss my neck like his brother did, though. No. That would be too tame for Ethan. Eth has to push the fabric of my top and lick up my spine like I’m the most delicious popsicle in the world. I didn’t know my back was so sensitive. I didn’t know that the simple press of someone’s hot, wet mouth so close to my ass would make me moan right into Nathan’s mouth.

  It’s as though that moan flips a switch inside Nathan. Kissing isn’t enough. He wants more.

  He doesn’t tell me, though. He just takes a hold of my hand from his cheek and presses it right into his lap. I know I shouldn’t be surprised. We’re not on this couch to play board games. And I shouldn’t really be surprised to discover that he’s hard. If he pressed his finger against my clit, he would find it swollen too. And I certainly shouldn’t be this surprised at the size of the thing I find in my palm. I’ve heard the rumors about the Stanmore twins, just like everyone else. Their cocks are the stuff of legend. Nath still has his sweats on and even through the soft cotton fabric I can tell that the stories I’ve heard are true.

  He’s huge, exactly like Katelin said.

  My mind seems to stutter as it takes in the task at hand. It’s been months since I had sex and I know I must be tight down there. Then, when I remember that there is another cock behind me that is more than likely a mirror image of the one I find myself rubbing, my brain seems to dissolve into a panic. I’m not a big girl by any stretch of the imagination. The twins have to bend to kiss me. Sandwiched between them, as I am, I feel tiny. One huge cock would be daunting enough.

  How the hell am I supposed to handle two?

  Just as I get the urge to cut and run – I even conjure an image of myself with arms flailing screaming ‘too big, too big!’ – I catch sight of Nathan’s face. He’s watching my hand that now has a firm grip on his still clothed dick, his eyes following my movements up and down, slow and torturous. His face is a picture of arousal; skin flushed across his cheeks, mouth slack with enjoyment.

  “Fuck, Carrie. Don’t stop,” he says, raising his hips towards my palm like he wants to really start rutting. His cock feels so heavy in my hand, but it’s not enough. I want to see him. I want to feel him without so much fabric between us. I’ve never been a particularly confident person in this kind of situation. I let my last boyfriend make all the moves and push the boundaries because it just didn’t feel right for me to do it. So I’m shocked when I find myself reaching into the waistband of Nathan’s joggers and wrapping my fingers around the hot, smooth skin of his bare cock.

  In my hand it feels daunting enough, but when I finally pluck up the courage to take a look at what I’m gripping onto for dear life, I find that I can no longer swallow. My fingers won’t reach around his girth, and I’d need at least three hands to clasp it all the way from root to head.

  OH.

  MY.

  GOODNESS.

  My mouth is so dry but my pussy seems to have a totally different reaction, clenching tightly around the nothing I currently have between my legs and practically gushing with wetness. For the first time in my life I have a crazy urge to lick but I don’t get a chance because whatever I am doing with my hand seems to be enough.

  “Oh,” Nathan gasps, and Ethan stops kissing my shoulders to see what all the fuss is about. I wonder what he thinks when he sees what I’m doing. Is it weird for him to see his brother getting jerked off? Kind of like watching himself but with none of the direct pleasure? I guess this isn’t the first time they’ve tag-teamed a girl, if the rumors are anything to go by. The twins do pretty much everything else together. In fact, now that I think about it, I’ve never seen them date at the same
time. There has always just been one girl around. Maybe those girls weren’t just dating one of the twins as I had assumed, but both.

  “Tell me what it feels like,” Ethan orders from behind me.

  “Hard,” I say with a breathless edge to my voice that reveals how turned on I am. “Hot.”

  I feel slickness in my palm as Nathan’s arousal increases and I use it to lubricate my actions.

  “That’s it,” Ethan urges on behalf of his brother. “Keep going just like that and you’ll have him begging.”

  “Fuck,” Nathan growls. He has his hand gripping the edge of his shirt, holding it up so he can watch the action. Holy shit, his cock reaches his navel. I’ve read about dicks like this, under the covers on my Kindle but I never thought I’d see one in person. With his shirt raised, I have a fantastic view of his abs rippling and I stroke my hand over his skin there so I can feel his muscles move.

  “You wanna see?” he asks, taking hold of his shirt at the back and tugging it over his head. And then I’m suddenly gazing at a body that should be on the cover of GQ every month. Angels should sing at the sight of him. Mere mortals should bow down and worship at his feet.

  “God, Nath,” I whisper. “Look at you.”

  He grins, nudging the head of his cock against my palm. “I’d rather be looking at you.”

  From behind I feel Ethan grasp the hem of my cami and start to peel it up my body. Letting go of Nathan sends a stab of regret through me. Touching him feels so right I don’t want to stop.

  When I raise my hands in the air, Ethan removes my top and bra. It’s a comfortable temperature in our den but my nipples are still hard enough to hang coats on. I go to cup my breasts, feeling really exposed, but Nathan takes hold of my wrists and presses both my hands against the couch by my legs. “Don’t cover yourself,” he whispers. “I’ve been waiting to see you like this for so long.”