by Gia Star
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Double Or Nothing
Gia Star
Contents
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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About This Book
Gemini.
For twins Castro and Paolo, the sign sums them up completely. Two sides of the same coin. Intelligent. Impulsive. Dangerous.
I knew that they were destined for great things while we were growing up. The three of us grew up together, the tomboy and the two twins. However, we lost touch when I left town after high school.
During a visit to my parents' house, I ran into Castro in town. The perfect gentleman, he let me know that he was home for his birthday party, and that I should come by. His dark eyes let me know that he hoped that there would be more to the encounter than just an innocent party, and with those sexy muscles that he had developed since high school, I was more than interested.
Moments after I arrived, a motorcycle pulled up. It seemed that, while Castro had gone to medical school, his twin Paolo had instead chosen a life of crime, tattoos, and violence. He also seemed to love how I had developed, and I was turned on by his bad boy looks.
Where Castro was sweet and kind to me, Paolo was rough and aggressive.
Both men made it clear that they wanted me.
I wanted both men.
The stars were aligned.
Could I handle them both?
A tingling of pleasure filled me. Paolo let out a sexual growl and began fingering me underneath the water. My natural lubrication flowed out, allowing him to enter me all the way to his lower knuckles.
My jaw dropped, and I held one arm over each of the boys' shoulders, using them to hold myself up. I hadn't been touched in several months, so it was shocking, but in the best of ways. While Paolo aggressively fingered me, Castro leaned in and began to sensually kiss the outside of my neck. The combination of the two instantly turned me on more than I'd ever been in my entire life. I was eating my cake and having it, too. Just like I had wanted.
And they say that's not possible, I thought.
A few seconds went by, and my entire body was on fire with anticipation. I dropped my hands from the boys' shoulders and reached into the water, reaching toward each of their dicks. My grip landed over the front of their underwear, latching onto their cocks. They were both as hard as could be and I could feel their length and girth, despite the fact that they were covered in cloth.
“I'm going to fuck the shit out of you,” Paolo growled into my ear, his two fingers still buried deep inside of me.
“I'm going to make love to you,” Castro said, his words much more relaxed and sweet than his brother's.
I liked the sound of both of those things, though. Neither one was better than the other. Being caressed and taken care of sounded just as good as getting the shit fucked out of me. Luckily, it seemed like I was about to experience them both at the same time.
“We can't do it here,” I said, my words wavering at the end because of the pleasure that was washing over me.
“Where then?” Castro asked.
“What about Mom and Dad's guesthouse?” Paolo said. “Nobody will see us since it's at the edge of their property.”
“Let's do it,” Castro said.
I was surprised to hear the brothers agree on something so quickly, but happy to hear that they'd figured something out. I wasn't about to let this day go by without having them inside of me. I would have done it right there on the river bank if I'd had to, but it was nice to hear that we could take this indoors.
My panties were still around my knees, but it took me a few steps in the water for me to realize it. I reached down and pulled them back up, then the three of us walked back onto the muddy bank. I glanced down at the twin's package, shocked once again at the size of the bulge that had grown in the front. They were both huge and even though they still had their underwear on, I could see the outline of their mushroom-shaped tips as they pushed against the cotton...
Chapter 1
It had been almost six years since I had been back to visit my hometown in Badger, Texas. It was a place where the population of cows most certainly outnumbered the population of humans. As a young girl, I'd hated growing up there. So, like many of my peers that I'd graduated high school with, I moved away the minute I turned eighteen. My reasoning wasn't because anything particularly bad had happened to me in that town. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It had been a peaceful and safe upbringing. The real reason I left was that I felt the need to spread my wings. That tiny town was too small for my ambitions, so I had pointed her car in the direction of California. San Francisco, to be exact.
After ten hours of driving and listening to the one-note song that the tires made against the pavement, it was all that I could do to keep my eyes open.
I'm almost there, I thought, rolling down my window so that the cool air would blow into my face to keep me awake. Just a little further.
A sign in the distance caught my attention, and as I got closer, a wave of nostalgia swept through me. There, hanging on the old wooden post just like it had been for my entire life, was the rusted blue sign that read “Welcome to Badger.” There were a few new bullet holes through it, likely from the young cowboy hooligans who drove around drunk on the country roads at night. Besides that, though, the sign looked the same. It reminded me that I was getting closer to my home than I had been in six full years.
It's hard to believe how long I had been gone, I thought. It seems like just yesterday I was packing up my old bedroom and getting ready to leave for college.
I remembered the day clearly. Both of my parents had cried as I closed my trunk and pointed my car out of the driveway. It was just three days after my high school graduation, and my green graduation gown and cap were still stuffed behind the driver's seat. I watched my parents in my rear view mirror as I drove off. My dad was waving and my mom was crying, her face pressed against his shoulder.
My plan was to go to design school in San Francisco and then get a job as a high paid interior designer after graduation. However, like many things in life, it didn't really work out as planned. I did graduate with a design degree. However, I still hadn't managed to land that high paying job yet. So for now, I'd taken a part-time gig at home goods store near my tiny apartment in downtown San Francisco. When I thought about my reasons for not ever coming home to visit, I often attributed it to the fact that I felt ashamed that I'd been unable to achieve my overambitious dreams since leaving Badger.
Regardless, my parents had finally convinced me that it was time for a visit. I had packed just a small suitcase and tossed it into the trunk of my little Honda. My intent was only to stay for a few days, since I didn't have the luxury of paid time off at my job.
This place feels like home and yet, in some ways, I feel like a complete foreigner, I thought, as I pulled off of the highway and onto the dirt road that led toward the main part of town.
The road had clearly not been maintained very well. My car rattled over the washboard bumps. It was so bad that it made my teeth chatter as I moved along.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “I guess this hasn't changed much either.”
Luckily, it wasn't too far of a drive befor
e I made it to the single road that ran through town. Of course, it was called “Main Street” but it could have just as easily been called “Only Street” since it didn't really have any others to compete with.
When I got to the first part of Main Street, I pulled my car up next to the curb and stopped. To my right was the old barber shop, complete with the red and white barber's pole outside of the front door. Next to that was a tiny toy shop, called "Rick's Toys." I smiled when she saw it, because it looked exactly the same as it had when I had been a kid. I remembered standing on the sidewalk when I was six-years-old, my faced pressed to the glass, staring at a doll that I wanted so badly for Christmas.
The word “nostalgia” hardly did any justice for the way I felt as I soaked it all in. Everything that surrounded me was from a different part of my life, but it almost felt like a completely different life altogether.
“It's like going back in time,” I said to myself.
Just down the street from the toy shop was the corner mini mart, which was the closest thing they had to an actual grocery store in town. As soon as I saw the hand-painted white sign hanging loosely above the door of the building, I cocked my head to the side.
The old mini mart, I thought, laughing quietly. I wonder if Castro and Paolo's parents still own that place.
Castro and Paolo were two of my peers that I wished I had stayed in touch with. They weren't just the cutest guys in my high school graduating class. They also happened to be identical twins.
I had gotten fairly close to the boys growing up. Their parents only lived about a half mile down the old farm road from my childhood home. Because of the close proximity, and maybe also because of the girlish crush I had on them, I'd spent countless hours during the summers with the boys.
Thinking about them brought back some of my fondest memories from my youth. I thought about all of the times we roamed the nearby swamp, trying to catch frogs while also playing an overly competitive game of tag. The boys had taught me how to fish, how to climb trees and even how to shoot a slingshot.
It was because of them that I had a scar on my right knee. For whatever reason, the three of us had decided it would be a good idea to build a giant bike jump. I had watched Castro and Paolo take the jump and land it with ease. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite as nimble as they were and when my bicycle tires hit the ground, it was only a half a second later before my body followed suit.
I laughed to myself in my car, then pulled the bottom of my dress up to reveal the scar on my knee. It looked like a misshaped lightning bolt and was a reminder of the fact that the past did indeed exist.
I wonder what those two are up to these days, I thought.
Those two were the poster children of identical twins. They, of course, looked the same. I remembered their blonde hair and bright blue eyes as though I'd seem them yesterday. Most people couldn't tell the difference between the two, but I could. Paolo had slight dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. It was one trait that he and Castro didn't share.
Beyond their physical similarities, though, they were also identical in every other way, too. They were both extremely studious and kind. They had both gotten straight A's all throughout school and had graduated at the top of their class. The entire town had adored them and everybody just knew that both of them were going to become doctors one day.
In fact, that it was the reason that their parents worked non-stop at their family-owned little grocery store. They broke their backs so that they could save up every penny in order to send their twins to the best college they could get into.
I sat there in my car for a moment longer, just letting my mind wander every which way. A part of me did wonder what happened to those twins. Even though I had no way of knowing for sure, I was pretty confident that they'd both gone on to make something amazing of themselves.
How could they not have? I thought. They were brilliant and charismatic. Not to mention gorgeous. They had the world at their fingertips. For sure they're both heart surgeons or something by now.
I glanced to my left, noticing an old man sweeping the steps that led up to the town's hardware store. He looked up, and when he saw me, he smiled wide and waved.
Well, that certainly doesn't happen in my neighborhood in California, I thought, waving back to the old man. If I were to wave at somebody back home, they'd probably think I was going to rob them or something.
My cell phone rang from inside my purse. I reached over to the passenger seat and pulled it out. It was my mom, and I smiled as I answered.
“Hey, Mama,” I said.
“Katie!” my mom squealed, her voice so loud that I had to pull the phone away from my ear to keep from going deaf. “Where are you, baby girl? Are you still driving?”
“Yeah, I'm still driving,” I replied. “I'm close, though. In fact, I'll be pulling up to your house in less than ten minutes.”
“That's so good to hear,” Mom said. “Your father and I are very excited to see you. Did you have a good drive from California?”
“It was nice, actually,” I said. “Not really any scenery to look at, but still, it was relaxing. It felt kind of good to get away from San Francisco.”
“I can't tell you how excited I am that you're in town,” her mom said. “Seriously. I've hardly been able to sleep at night.”
I laughed. "That's sweet, Mom. Well, I'm excited to be here. I just pulled into town, and I've been cruising down Main Street."
“Hasn't changed a bit since you left, has it?” she asked.
“Not a bit!” I agreed. “I was actually thinking how it felt like I was driving back in time.”
“You know Badger,” Mom said, with a chuckle. “Time moves slower here. I just hope that also applies to my aging. Do you think I'll live forever since I live in Badger?”
“I sure hope so,” I said, giggling.
"Honey, since you're in town, would you mind running into the Mini Mart?" Mom asked. "I know you're probably tired from the drive, but if you feel up to it, we could really use a gallon of milk. Your father planned on running out this morning, but his back has been hurting him, and he didn't feel like going."
“Yeah, of course,” I said. “I don't mind at all. Just a gallon of milk? Anything else while I'm in there?”
“I think we have everything else we need,” Mom said. “We got stocked with lots of food to get ready for your stay with us. Of course, though, we forgot the milk. I'm so absent-minded sometimes! Maybe I've just been way too excited to see you.”
“Aww, I'm excited to see you, too, Mom. It's no problem about the milk. I'll grab some.” I turned off my engine and opened the car door. The dry heat from outside hit me like a brick wall. It was a big change from the air conditioned interior of my car that she'd been enjoying for the past few hours.
“Thanks, honey,” Mom said. “I guess we'll see you in a bit?”
“Sounds good, Mom,” I said. “I'll head straight over after I grab the milk.”
I stepped out of her car and locked the door out of habit, before making my way down the dusty sidewalk. The heat was intense. It must have been at least ninety degrees, but combined with the humidity, it was almost unbearable.
A loud cowbell clanged against the metal door frame as I pulled open the door to the Mini Mart and stepped inside. The sound caused the woman from behind the front counter to glance over. I recognized her immediately. She was the same lady who had worked there for years, only now, she looked a little older. There were strands of gray in her dark hair and a few very noticeable wrinkles on the outside of her eyes.
I couldn't remember the lady's name but knew exactly who she was. It was Castro and Paolo's mother.
“Hi there,” I said, stepping across the old tile floor.
“Now there's a familiar face,” the old woman replied. “Don't tell me...”
I waited patiently for a few moments until the lady finally responded.
“Ah, never mind,” she said. “I thought I had it. You definitely look familiar,
though.”
I smiled softly and stepped up to the counter. “It's been a few years. I'm Katie McGlass.”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened so much that the wrinkles around them seemed to disappear. “Oh, my gosh! Look at how you've grown. I knew that I recognized you. What did I tell you? Katie McGlass. What on Earth have you been doing, young lady? Your parents have told me that you were in California, but that's about all I know.”
I chuckled and shifted my weight, leaning my elbow against the counter top. “This is actually the first time I've been back home since I moved away after high school. I went to San Francisco, graduated college and have been working ever since.”
“The big city, huh?” she replied.
I glanced down to check the woman's name tag, which was pinned to her red apron.
Yes, that's right, she thought. Rosa. Her name is Rosa. Of course. How in the hell could I forget that?
“Yep, the big city,” I said, forcing a smirk.
“Is it all that it's cracked up to be?” she asked.
“Yes and no,” I replied. “There is a lot more going on there than there is here. I love it in that way. I still haven't found that dream job I've been hoping for, though.”
She smiled and placed her hand on top of mine. “Badger is a beautiful little town. Maybe you had to move away to see it for yourself. You could always move back.”
I shrugged. “I guess you never know, but if I ever did move back, it wouldn't be any time soon.”
This was the perfect opportunity for me to ask about her sons. I had to know where they were and what they were up to. My curiosity was killing me.
“What are Castro and Paolo up to these days?” I asked.
Rosa let out a sigh and I couldn't tell if it was a positive or negative gesture. She glanced up toward the ceiling and then back to me.
