by J. L. Beck
"Hey, you didn't, so why should I?"
"Because I remember you chewing me out yesterday about not littering bastards everywhere."
"Well, little brother, let's just say you painted an incredibly vivid picture for me, and I liked what I saw. Fuck, she's hot enough already to be doing this to us. What other girl had driven us this batty?"
I delved into my thoughts. The twin game was fun to play sometimes. I wouldn't say every girl, but damn near close to it, liked the idea of being fucked by a pair of buff identical twins. When we wanted easy mode for our conquests, we readily exploited.
We always chased, but only for a night and after a few drinks. Furthermore? We wrapped our dicks up, no matter what the girl said. We weren't going to take chances.
Cassie made us a slight bit crazy. We didn't need the slightest drop of alcohol, and using a condom with her almost seemed criminal. As if she was so much of a goddess that you didn’t bring a soulless and artificial piece of latex into a situation like that.
"I expected you to throw more of a fit, Jules."
I shrugged. I didn't know why I wasn't terribly offended either. "She's something special. And I guess my primal monkey brain can be a bit rational sometimes."
"Primal monkey brain?"
"We're both fucking her. No protection. No restraint. There's something inside us that sees Cassie as our one true mate, and it's kicking us into wanting to make her bear our children. It's our most basic biology. We think we're above it, what with being geniuses and creating massive, effective numerical algorithms, but we're still human. Still primates. Still not much more than beasts."
Jack gave me a funny look. "How does that make a rational, primal monkey brain?"
"Well, who else on this planet has the exact same genes as I do? Who's pretty much my clone at the genetic level?"
He laughed. "Me, unfortunately. It's a horrible burden to carry, believe me."
"Not what I mean, bro. Whoever’s seed does claim her, we both claim her. She belongs to both of us."
Rubbing his chin, he smirked. "I see where you’re going. I guess you're fully on board with the whole knock-her-up train, even though we both know it's a bit crazy?"
"Are you going to stop? You going to keep your dick in your pants, or at least remind yourself to wrap it up?"
"Uh..." He thought to himself.
"Exactly."
I stood, grabbing the birth control pack, and walked over to the kitchen sink. I opened each slot, emptying the pills down the drain, and then throwing on the garbage disposal, utterly destroying any semblance of chemical protection in the way of our twisted plan.
"The way I see it," I continued, leaning against the sink, "is we stop fighting our instincts. Our bodies are trying to push us toward something good, and I'm not going to deny it."
"Give in to our baser desires to the fullest, huh?"
"It's not like we can't afford to treat our whims, and hey, maybe being a grandmother will help bring Mom back down to earth and back from this Jean Pierre Jacques asshole, whoever he is."
"Yeah, use our success to make ourselves happier, huh?" Jack was silent for a moment. "What if she's not on board with it?"
"She sounds like she's pretty on board with it."
"Yeah, but she hasn't really been able to think about it. We just sweep her up in the moment, take her, and not even let her rationally think it through. I mean, it's fun and all, but I can't help but feel I'm taking advantage of her."
I hated when Jack had a point. "Well then. If she comes up and tells either one of us she wants no part of this, it's hands off. She makes us both hot as hell, but if she says no, then we don't go. We deal with it. We let her do the job properly and care for Tiff. We'll just have to get used to walking around with raging erections until the novelty wears off."
"Fuck, that sounds painful."
"You're the one who had to bring up ethics, man."
"It's for the better, I know, but damn."
"You really think she has a chance of turning us down? She's the same sort of monkey-brain driven sack of hormones that we are, man."
"I know, just..."
I hated seeing that Jack had some doubts. It suggested to me that there was a possibility that everyone wouldn't be on board with our insanity. That having Cassie was a short-term prospect.
What a horrible thought. As much as I talked about rational, biological impulses, though, human beings were above that.
We were controlled by desires, purpose, morals, and a whole lot of things.
Cassie was a woman, yes, and one we enjoyed very much and who enjoyed us back.
I loathed the thought that what I wanted might not be what she wanted.
That I would only get to taste heaven once, and then I never would again.
God, I hoped she was as twisted and horny as we were.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CASSIE
Jack must have been born in a barn, the old, stupid proverb went.
He didn't close my room's door all the way.
Then he proceeded to have a long discussion with Julian which I could easily overhear.
One in which my birth control was shredded in a garbage disposal.
One that was really scaring the crap out of me.
They had some pathological attraction to me. Some need for me. It was way beyond just sex.
If it was over the top just wanting to fuck me, I could almost understand that.
They were completely and utterly determined to knock me up, though, make me have their children.
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
It wasn't that I thought they would be a bad set of guys to have a child with. They were speaking about all this biological drive, and God, it applied to all of them.
Hot, sexy, rich, yet still kind enough to their mother and sister.
There was more to it than that. We weren't just genes and hormones, and we weren't just guided by those alone.
I wanted love. Stability. A career. I didn’t know.
Yet I didn't want to lose them either.
God, my head was hurting again.
I was supposed to be taking a nap, not listening in on a conversation not meant for me. Yet I continued to lie there, staring at a wall clock, knowing that the time for me to pick Tiff up from school was drawing nearer.
All I could think was for time to hurry up. If I was doing things with their little sister, they weren't going to do anything seriously adult to me. She was my shield and how I was going to buy time.
The time drew near to actually do my job. I tried to keep my mind blank as I got ready, running myself through the shower again. As I ran a rag across my belly, I was hit with the thought that they might have already succeeded. I did some period math in my head and realized that yes, it was well within possibility.
Fuck.
Again, I pushed the negativity out of my mind. I put on clothes and realized I had chosen to dress more conservatively than I usually did. A long-sleeve shirt and pants, showing off as little skin as possible.
It was probably for the best.
As I exited the bedroom, I passed Julian sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop open.
"Hey there, beautiful."
"Um, uh, I gotta go get Tiff," I said as a completely asinine response to his greeting.
"All right, then, go ahead and do that. We have to talk about something, you know. About you. About me. About Jack."
He leaned forward, looking at me with longing. I knew that if it was practical, he would have gotten up and rushed me right then and there, tore those clothes off and deposited another hot load inside me.
I wouldn't stop him. I wouldn't even try.
That's what terrified me. My reactions.
Pushing it away again, I nodded and headed for the door.
My mind was taxed. Why couldn't this be a normal job? Tiff seemed like a good girl and wouldn't be nightmare to take care of. If Julian and Jack didn't have raging boners for me on sight,
they seem as if they would be fine employers, too.
It wasn't that they were bad people. Far from it. God, finding a man who actually cared if I came was amazing, yet finding two? I’d won the damn lottery.
Picking Tiff up was pretty easy. They had already cleared all the red tape of allowing me to do so. "Hi, Cassie!" she was so happy to declare. She really was a happy-go-lucky kid—nice until you gave her reason not to be.
"You have a good day at school?"
"Yeah! I drew a dinosaur. Wanna see?"
She didn't give me a choice in the matter, fishing out the art before I could say a word. Luckily, I hadn't started the car yet, so I wasn't dealing with having to appreciate an elementary school kid's art while driving.
It was pretty good work for an eight year old. "This is pretty good. Did you want to be an artist when you grow up?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I want to do lots of things. Maybe art. Maybe astronauts. I don't know. Can't I just do everything?"
"It's not that simple, little girl."
With Julian and Jack looking out for her, she didn't have to worry about career viability. She was free to grow and do what she pleased. She’d lucked out; the world truly was her oyster.
I sort of wanted to watch her grow into it. Be supportive. I hated when a parent was so crushing on their child, and I had to just stand by and be told not to contradict them, no matter how much I disagreed.
Taking her up to the penthouse, I continued to use her presence as a shield—playing board games with her, then some video games. I even tried to teach her some card games. She was a quick learner, but anything above blackjack seemed beyond her grasp.
All the while? Jack and Julian came and went, eyeballing me as if I were prey, ready to leap on me as soon as I was alone and they wouldn't have to expose little sister to something very much too adult for her.
The night continued to pass. She ate dinner. I looked at the clock. Eight-twenty-five.
She was already yawning. Damn, she really was punctual in passing out so early.
When she was asleep, she wouldn't be there to protect me from her horny brothers, and it definitely seemed that they were both in for the night.
I knew from what they said I could wave them off. I could put a stop to all of this.
There was just the problem of not knowing if I wanted to. It was a problem I didn't want to face, didn't want to answer, and kicking the can down the road and maintaining the status quo was the best I could hope for.
Little Tiff yawned. I picked her up and carried her to bed, tucking her in. A deep breath. I knew the brothers would be waiting for me, desperate to leap on me and strike. Daunting as hell, I felt as if I was on a funeral march as I walked out of that little girl's room.
Which was odd since I knew I would absolutely enjoy the fate I was walking into. It was only like walking to the gallows if the hangman fucked you into the best orgasm of your life instead of executing you.
Closing the little girl's door, I hoped I wouldn't wake her with what was inevitably due to happen.
I dragged my lead-like feet out of the room. They were there, sitting in the living room, Julian in a fancy arm chair and Jack sprawling out on a fancy sofa. God, they were looking at me, the desire so strong in their eyes.
"Well, the children are asleep now, Cassie," Julian said, bearing a sick and twisted smile.
"Yeah, she sleeps well," I replied, desperate to keep it innocent.
"Now the adults can play."
I swallowed.
"What's the matter, Cassie?" Jack piped up, standing from the sofa.
"You don't like playing with us?"
"Guys..."
"Do you think we play too rough?"
"No, it's not that..."
"Too messy for you?"
"I don't know, maybe."
Julian leaned back, interlocking his fingers. "You know how it is by now, don't you? We don't need to be so coy."
"I really do, and that's what worries me."
"How so? Speak to us. You're sexy as fuck, Cassie. You’re our obsession, but you're also a human being and should be able to be heard."
I swallowed. They were pretty much asking for a decision—bluntly—and wanting me to voice my concerns. If I had any. I couldn't tell you if I did, honestly.
They approached me, dwarfing me with their stature as they stood over me.
"What's the matter? Talk to us," Julian insisted.
"Well...I...don't know. I heard everything earlier, and I don't know."
Julian flashed a glare back at Jack. "You talk too loud, brother."
Jack shrugged. "What?"
Julian returned his gaze to me. "Then you know what we want. What we want of you, and that I'm completely honest that we'll respect your decision from here on out. My thoughts have been wholly consumed by you, Cassie. I can't close my eyes with wanting to see your naked body again. It's only been a day, and it feels like it's been too long."
"Fuck, I'm already hard and I had you, what, twelve hours ago?" Jack nicely added.
"Tell us. What are your feelings? What do you want from us?"
I audibly swallowed, still so intimidated by all of this.
"I want....uh... I want..."
My mind was just in chaos.
I had what I wanted. My life goals. My dreams. What my long-term plan was: to do well in high school. Go to college. Get the degrees. Go out, get the experience working. Then pursue a higher career. Love wasn't on the agenda because I wasn't foolish enough to think I could plan it happening.
Yet what they were proposing? It was taking that plan and smashing into it with a whole new plan. I didn't know what to think.
I barely knew them. I knew on any rational level it was insane, but there was something there, something in my heart and in my sex telling me to go for them.
To enjoy the plan that life is throwing my way, even if it was something I never would have planned myself. It was something Jack said, wasn't it? Nothing ever went according to plan. You just rolled with it and made the best of what was coming your way.
I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist either of them—not after what they had done to me. To go without that for the rest of my days seemed a special kind of insane.
Yet...
"She's confused as fuck, Jules."
"Yeah, I'm getting that."
"How about we help her decide?"
Julian shot Jack a glare. Then it was replaced with a twisted smile.
"All right. Tell us you want us to stop at any moment, and we'll stop dead in our tracks."
"Our?" I mouthed.
"Well, yeah. We both want you. Mom always told us that we should share our toys."
I blinked, more surprised than ever, and wondered just where the hell something like this was going.
Julian fired first.
He took me by shoulder, running his hand up through my hair, and guided my lips to his. A deep, passionate kiss. Something powerful, yet passionate, his desires all too clear for me.
Tongue against tongue, he was about to make up my mind with that alone. Fuck, just kissing me was making me powerless before them.
Jack snuck up behind me and grabbed the bottom of that long-sleeved shirt, rolling it up by body, Julian only stopping to let him strip me of it. Jack wasted no time unhooking my bra and freeing me from its constraints as well.
With my breasts free, Jack took two handfuls of them, massaging them, tweaking them a bit. Julian continued to kiss me, only stopping to let his brother sneak in a peck here and there. Hands were all over me, creating an endless trail of gooseflesh where ever they went. My whole body was being consumed with need for them.
If this was how they were going to argue their case to me, damn, they were doing a good job of it.
At their mercy, there were massages everywhere. My breath was already growing ragged, the anticipation of it all so great, so intense.
Julian shot his hand down between my legs, rubbing me through my jeans. Ev
en with such a thick barrier, I could feel his strength, his drive to please me. I knew I was already getting wet down there; there was absolutely no doubt in my mind.
Jack, too, was there, running his hand down my ass, prodding me, running his hand there. It was definitely building some anticipation of what was to come. If they were here trying to take me, what terrible yet wonderful thing did they have in store for me?
They worked together so well. Julian undid the button of my pants, and Jack was quick to begin pulling them down my legs, taking care of all the hassles that would be in my way. Soon I was standing completely naked in front of them, clad in nothing more than a pair of panties.
With less of a defense against him, Julian was quick to take full advantage, his hands rubbing me outside my panties, making me feel the weight of his fingers against me, pressing against my nub. Jack too was busy on the other end. He was running a hand down my ass cheeks...and poking at my hole? I gasped as he ran a finger around it. What on earth was that guy up to, and why wasn't I as terrified as I should be?
The kisses still came for my face, them trading off, enjoying my charms to the absolute best of their ability, and doing their mother proud by properly sharing my attention.
Me? I was just trying to manage it. Having two guys want to take you was a common fantasy for sure, but I was quickly learning that it was a challenge all in its own. I was mostly relying on them to strip themselves so I could run my hand over those firm chests, enjoying those pecs and abs that they had for me to enjoy.
Soon, though, my fascination with the two of them was abruptly interrupted.
They picked me up—one half of me being carried by each of them—and started to haul me off.
"Wait, what—what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly and very much confused.
"This is our first time as three, babe," Jack said. "We're not going to take you on a sofa. We’re going to fuck you on a proper bed."
Sure enough, I was dragged into Julian's room and planted on a massive, king-sized bed, soft and super comfortable to lay on. Yeah, this would definitely beat a couch.
The two of them were back on top of me, ravenous with need. Each had a hand going down my panties, rubbing my nub, sliding fingers into me, making me gasp with need. The panties were soon nothing more than a hassle, and those, too, were being thrust down my legs and thrown away. I wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the night.
