Donkey Doubled: A Twin Stepbrother Menage Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  News channels from across the state have gathered, and the press conference is going to be broadcast in over a hundred and sixty countries across the world by over thirty network stations.

  Almost a million people have gathered outside Hix tower, and a thousand times that amount, including Sash, her father and Tracy, are sat watching at home, waiting for the controversial billionaire to appear. If Sash was going to get dumped on live TV, three times the population of America watching, she wanted to be in the audience to hear it. Like that, at least, she could start to get on with her life.

  Dante straightens his tie. He checks his hair in the wall mirror. The numbers count down. Finally the doors whoosh open, and immediately, even through the thick glass of a double layer of entrance doors, the crowd can be heard screaming for him.

  As the two of them walk towards the wall of noise, and just before they leave the office tower and throw themselves into it, Dante leans over to Alex. She can feel him there even before he speaks, and expects him to utter words of encouragement, or perhaps even tell her to cancel the whole thing completely. Instead, his mouth so close to her ear he could bite her earlobe if he wanted to, he says - his voice firm and filled with menace -

  “After this is over, you’re fucking fired.”

  Alex feels like someone has just kicked a hole through her chest. She looks up to him to see if he’s joking, but he doesn’t look back to her. Instead, his head held high and his arm raised to wave at the crowd, he pushes through the entrance doors alone, and moves confidently to the pre-constructed lectern.

  A moment later, a flustered Alex is by his side. Even though she’s just as tall as her former boss, next to him she looks like she’s wilting. The crowd don’t care who she is, they’ve come to see Dante, and hear the story from the horse’s mouth.

  The crowd bays, hungry for information. Some hold placards of support, others hold placards of hatred. There are boos and insults and words thrown from the crowd that mash together and lose their sense completely.

  Dante smiles at them as though he’s about to make an Oscar’s acceptance speech and this is a standing ovation for his winning role. Cameras flash and journalists jostle each other for the best position. Alex tries her best to look confident, even though she feels like dying inside. The world waits with baited breath. Sash sits on the edge of her stepbrother’s bed, her hands hugged tightly around her. Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, the crowd finally settle down.

  Dante taps the microphone.

  “Hello”, he begins, his voice hooked up to a huge stack of speakers that spread it all over New York and almost as far away as where Sash is sat watching. “Thank you for coming.”

  The crowd erupts in a wave of noise. From where Dante is stood he can’t tell what is a cheer and what is a boo, and he couldn’t care less either way.

  Up on his podium, he looks like a newly elected president giving his first national address, although Dante feels way more important than that. Sash stares at the deflated figure of Alex and knows she should be there standing in her place instead. Her stepbrother looks incredible in his suit, but he’d look incredible in anything he decided to wear.

  If he stood there in Bermuda shorts and tie-dyed vest top he’d still be the best looking and most appealing man in the room, and the room in this instance, at least as far as Sash is concerned, isn’t just New York or even America, it’s the whole damn world.

  When the crowd finally settle down enough to allow him to talk, Dante continues.

  “My name is Dante Hix, and I am the CEO and owner of Hix industries and several other companies across the world. I have investments in gentleman’s clubs, casinos, property, technology and telecoms, software, hardware, oil, mining and travel.”

  There are more outbursts from the crowd, but this time they last less time.

  “My net worth is valued at forty billion dollars. According to Forbes magazine, I’m the tenth richest man in the world, and the youngest of the top thirty five. I began my career with a small inheritance from my father which allowed me to begin my computer programming company at twenty one. At twenty four I was a billionaire.”

  Sash seethes at the TV, her finger hovering over the standby button on the remote control, ready to turn it off as soon as it gets too much. The crowd murmur while Dante pauses, letting them take his words in.

  “In short, I’m a big fucking deal, and I’ve got a hell of a lot to lose.”

  He sees it almost as soon as it is thrown, deciding to duck at the very last minute to make his escape look all that more spectacular, so the lanced egg breezes past and explodes impressively against the glass doors behind him. Undeterred, Dante continues, while the police work hard to settle down the crowd.

  “Sash”, Dante says, looking directly down the barrel of one of the cameras in front of him and instantly he appears on the huge screens that have been hung either side of the stage against the enormity of the black tower behind him. Across town, in the house that they both grew up in, his stepsister’s heart stops dead as soon as she hears her name.

  There is a silence that descends on the group now, a general sensation that they have reached the climax of the story and will either hear the confession in full from the main suspect, or an out and out denial.

  Cameras flash like crazy. Police push people back from the metal cordon, and at the center of it all, the eye of the storm, the corner of Dante’s lips curl up into a smile. “I hope you are listening to this, Sash, because you of everyone here needs to know what this has done to me.”

  The whole world waits, on the very edge of their seat.

  “What this will do to me. What this means to me, and what I’m going to lose trying to keep it.”

  “Fucking asshole”, Sash shouts at the TV, loud enough that Henry and Tracy, also watching Dante’s address, can hear her from downstairs.

  “Sash”, Dante says again, addressing her directly. “All of this. The billions of dollars, the several businesses, the clubs, the companies, my whole life, it means nothing at all if it doesn’t have you in it.”

  There is a collected intake of air that sounds like a rocket ship firing up. What starts as a murmur ends up as a rolling wall of noise directed straight at Dante. Did they hear him right? Did they misunderstand? Is it a trick or a double bluff?

  “I love you, Sash”, Dante continues. “I always have. Fuck this. Fuck all of this.”

  Sash watches him step away from the podium. She can’t believe what she’s hearing. She’s stood in front of the TV now, trying to get as close to Dante as she can, the remote control long since thrown to the side, one of the batteries still spinning, yet to come to a rest.

  “I don’t care who knows about us. I don’t care who we upset or what we lose. If people want to hate us for being in love, so what? So fucking what? Sash and I are bigger than all of this.”

  Dante is walking off the stage and towards the crowd, and Alex is just looking at him with her mouth open, wondering whether she’s heard him right.

  The cameramen struggle to keep up with him, and when one trips, another one takes his place so anyone watching at home has to quickly shift channel. The noise from the crowd is insane, it’s almost impossible to hear him. Sash doesn’t need the volume though. She’s stared long enough at those lips to be able to read what he’s saying, just from the movement.

  “I almost lost her once, I’m not prepared to do it again”, Dante says, and then just before he drops the microphone, climbs the barrier and loses himself in the crowd, he shouts, loud enough for anyone across the world to hear, “Sash, I’m coming for you and our baby.”

  Chapter 44

  Somehow he fights his way through the crowd and finds his way to his car. Somehow, by some incredible miracle, that car is then led away from downtown New York by an escort of camera trucks and network broadcast vans all intent on filming the continuing story. In front of him, carving through the gathered crowd lead six of the city’s best mobile news reporters,
six more behind to sandwich him in and close the road up again like a zip as they escape.

  They take him out to the freeway in a chain, where Dante pushes his way to the front, all the power under the bonnet of his car to leave them for dust, but happy to have them trail him. He wants the whole world to see this and there is absolutely nothing he would do to stop that. It was always going to be Sash, and the narcissist in Dante wanted it to be done this way. Fuck his business, he’d make another. There was nothing about what he had that was indispensable, except for Sash. The camera trucks hog the two lanes behind Dante with three helicopters in the air above them, recording footage that looks like a bunch of undercover cops trailing a suspect.

  Sash can hardly move for nervous excitement. On her screen, Dante is driving the route she has taken hundreds of times, out from the city and towards her house. Towards the house they grew up in together, and the one she stands in now, like a nervous wreck. Half of her can’t believe what’s going on. The other half doesn’t want to, just in case it’s another cruel trick. It isn’t though, and she knows it. Dante has chosen. He’s given up his business so they can be together. He’s chosen her.

  When the car pulls into the drive, Sash is still watching it on the TV in Dante’s room, trapped in a weird bubble where fantasy meets reality. She can hear the roar of engines behind her like Dolby surround sound. When Dante gets out of the car, and she sees him, first on the TV screen and later through the window, she finally feels a whole world awaken inside her, and she can’t wait to go to him.

  Dante waits patiently, three rows of camera lenses behind him all clamoring for space, while his stepsister bounds down the stairs, two steps at a time. She moves so quickly, she doesn’t even notice her dad and Tracy, who have risen from their seats in shock, nor Ghost, who she almost trips over as she speeds through the kitchen. With the cord of her dressing gown trailing behind her, Sash hurries to him, throwing the front door open so quickly the glass almost smashes out of the frame as she powers through it.

  Her heart stops when she sees him, stood there casually waiting, sixteen cameras in behind him, broadcasting the story across the world to almost a billion viewers.

  She’s crying and she can’t help it. Crying and laughing, completely overwhelmed by emotion. She’s about to say something but it just won’t come out. She doesn’t even know how to begin. It was here, six years ago that she first saw him. Dante Hix, the most beautiful, most complicated man in the world.

  “Hello, Sash”, Dante says, and just to hear him say her name breaks her. She runs to him, and while a whole world watches, not a single person with a dry eye, he gathers her into him.

  “I said all along you could trust me”, Dante says, his arms around her tightly. “I love you, Sash. I always will.”

  Chapter 45

  After Dante broadcasts news of their relationship and their forthcoming baby across the world and answers as many questions as he considers to be acceptable, he asks the journalists to respect their privacy, takes Sash by the hand and leads her back inside the house. There, still in shock at the news of their pregnancy, stand Tracy and Henry, who look at their progeny with barely concealed concern.

  “Pregnant?” Tracy says finally, the word too hot to keep inside. “With a baby?”

  A silence descends on them. Until now, Sash had forgotten they didn’t know. She looks to Tracy, over to her father and finally up to Dante. Dante squeezes her hand to tell her it’s ok.

  “We’ll speak about this later”, he says firmly. “Sash and I need to talk in private first. We have a few things we need to catch up on, and iron out. Believe me, we are just as shocked as you are.”

  “But-.” Tracy begins to say, her head still shaking in disbelief, before Henry grabs her wrist to cut her off.

  “Take as long as you need. Congratulations, the both of you, we are very proud of you two.”

  “Thank you, Henry”, Dante says. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

  As Dante advances towards the stairs, keen to get on with what he came here to do, Henry and Tracy take a step back to let them through.

  “Don’t wait up”, Dante advises, just before they climb the stairs. “We may be some time.”

  ***

  As soon as they are back in Dante’s room, the door closed tight and the curtains pulled across to shut the whole world out, Sash can’t keep her hands off him. She’s angry with him for the way he made her feel today, but she knows there will be plenty of time for him to make it up to her. The most important thing is that he came back to her, and that he’s here now to stay. He finally put her first and demonstrated his love, and nothing else turns her on more.

  Dante smiles as he pulls Sash into him and spreads kisses across her shoulders and neck.

  “A few things to catch up on?” Sash asks, losing herself in him.

  Dante pushes the dressing gown off her shoulders insistently, so it gathers up around her feet like a sleeping cat.

  “I told you I was going to punish you.”

  Sash squirms in his arms. She can already feel her skin begin to twist and tickle with pleasure. Dante goes for her pajama top, keen to pull that off her too, but Sash wriggles away from him before he can get a good hold on it.

  “You know I can’t let you do that here.”

  She steps away from him teasingly. “What if mommy and daddy were to hear us?”

  Dante pulls off his tie instead, happy to let her get her way for now. He does it in one casual movement, so it looks like the coolest thing she’s ever seen. Sash skips to the bed to watch him continue to get undressed, her eyes filled with desire.

  “You didn’t tell me.”

  Dante lets his jacket slide off his shoulders.

  “I know, I’ve been a bad girl.”

  Dante unbuttons his shirt. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

  Sash shakes her head. There are a million and one things she could say in response, but this feels like the best option. That, and the fact that Dante’s body is so perfect, there is little else she can do but watch him.

  “Bad girls.”

  Dante closes the distance towards her. “Bad girls get what’s coming to them.”

  He has his shirt off, his belt undone and his tie in his hand. Sash can see his bulge forcing the front of his trousers out and it seems to be swelling even further in size the more time that passes. As he nears closer, Sash feels a swell of anticipation rise in her that makes her want to glide her hands across her chest and down towards her pussy. She’s wet just to have this incredible man beside her. Her whole body is tingling just at the anticipation of what she knows will come.

  Dante takes her hands in his, and without a word to explain what he’s doing, he pulls them above her head and places them next to the bed head. With his tie, he forms a tight knot around each of her wrists that dig the silk into her skin, and then attaches it around the bed head in a series of loops that will only come apart with a pair of scissors.

  When he is finished, Sash squirms from side to side to try and see if she can escape, but can’t free herself, and the more she wriggles the more the silk of the tie cuts into her skin. The bed head clatters noisily against the wall. Sash kicks her legs against the bed and whines theatrically, pretending to have a tantrum.

  “I told you, Sash.”

  Dante runs his hand along her leg to calm it. “I told you I’d show you how to behave.”

  Sash wants to reach up and run her hands along the taut muscles of Dante’s chest. She wants to hold onto his bicep and trace the lines that cut across the edge of his belly and down towards his trousers, but she knows now, bound in place like this, she is at his whim.

  Dante will take whatever he wants from her, and if Sash is to have her way, she’ll have to obey him.

  Dante pulls at his belt, teasing the leather out of the loop holes agonizingly slowly, all the while his eyes fixed on his stepsister’s perfect little body. When he is done, and the cold leather sits in his hand
like a dead snake, he places himself at the end of the bed, puts Sash’s legs in his lap and begins to bind the belt around her ankles, forcing it as tight as he can against her skin.

  With her feet in place, and a length of leather almost a half meter long to spare, Dante takes hold of it, walks to the head of the bed so he’s stood alongside her and begins to pull her legs towards him and up over her body.

  Sash has never been bound up before, and it’s exciting her much more than she ever thought it would. The fact that Dante is doing it, in the bedroom they’ve already shared so much in, makes her body feel even more electrified.

  If she could touch herself like she is desperate for Dante to do to her, she’d see just how wet the whole thing was making her.

  When Dante is finished, and Sash’s legs aren’t just bound together, they are tied to the headboard of the bed, Sash is folded up almost completely in half, her ass is raised into the air, and she can nearly kiss her own legs.

  Dante tickles his fingers down her calf muscles towards the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh and Sash can’t help but moan for real this time, the pleasure pulsating out across her body in fiery beats.

  “I thought you were going to punish me?”

  Sash is happy to tease her stepbrother, and keen for him to get on with what he seems to be promising to do.

  As if in response, Dante lifts his hand into the air, and smacks her ass just to the edge of her pussy. Sash wants him to do it again, but this time only after he’s removed her pajamas first. She can feel her pussy aching to be seen to.

  “Take them off, Dante.”,

  Dante is happy to let his stepsister wait. Once again he smacks her ass, only this time he leaves his hand in place when it comes in contact with her flesh, his fingers agonizingly close to her throbbing sex.

  “No more secrets.”

  Dante stands up to further undress himself.