Twin Ties 2: Twin Affairs

by Lynn Kelling

  The air rushed from Evan’s lungs. His eyes rolled up in his head as delirious, forbidden, heady lust lit him up. Brennan pointed the thick muscle of his tongue and breached Evan with it, moving in and out of his rim, shallowly, getting it wet with saliva.

  Evan had showered for almost a half-hour after the fishing excursion, both to get clean and also to avoid further ‘quality family time’ that night if at all possible. He had cleaned everywhere, doing everything he could think of to occupy his time in the stall, putting off the inevitable return to the living quarters to have dinner with Charlie and Brennan. Now he was glad for it as Brennan stretched him gently but with determination, pressing obscene, wet kisses to his opening as he licked over Evan’s inner walls, tongue-fucked his rim with pulsing little penetrations, pulling out completely only to thrust back in, letting Evan really feel it every time he was breached.

  Legs fallen open wide, Evan curled his knees back of his own accord, without prompting or guidance from Brennan, presenting his ass like a wanton whore for servicing, because yeah, it really did feel that good and who cared if Charlie heard anyway. In fact, he was so far gone he decided it’d totally be worth bearing the horror of being discovered for just a few more moments of Brennan’s tongue stuffed up his hole, his soft, silky lips kissed up around the rim.

  Brennan curled and twisted the muscle of his tongue, licking everywhere he could reach. When he still wanted more, he buried a finger in Evan as well to pull him open wider and tried to lick farther.

  It went on for longer than Evan would have thought possible, his thighs trembling, his reddened cock dripping pre-come in a puddle on his belly.

  By the time Brennan got up and reached for the lube, Evan was so desperate to get fucked, he was actually crying silent tears. They leaked from the corners of his eyes, his whole body throbbing and flushed with the pulsing of blood through his veins. Every single inch of him was oversensitive and highly reactive to each touch Brennan gave him. Sweating, straining, growling near-silent curses behind his gag, his short hair plastered to his forehead in dark, dripping spikes, Evan watched avidly as Brennan coated his dick with the shiny lubricant.

  Brennan leaned back down. He favored Evan with a few swipes of his flattened tongue over his drawn-up testicles, taking rolling, wide licks over them. Then he twisted two fingers up Evan’s asshole, smearing lube, making Evan shudder and buck, fucking himself down on Brennan’s fingers like a slut, his face contorted with glorious anguish. Brennan watched this, how hot for it Evan was, eating it up.

  Planting a hand beside Evan’s head, Brennan aligned himself with his brother’s slick, puckered entrance as Evan wrapped his legs up around Brennan’s back, ready for it, willing to do absolutely anything in order to get Brennan’s cock in him.

  So slowly it was torture, Brennan pressed the head of his dick into his brother, being overly careful as he entered him, spreading the ring of muscle. It hugged the bulbous crown, opening for him more the harder he pushed. Needing to come, to move and hump Brennan’s cock, Evan whimpered and tried to press himself down farther onto Brennan but he didn’t have enough leverage or slack to do it. Brennan’s lips parted in a soundless groan, his eyes rolling back as his eyelashes fluttered closed. The head of his cock slid past Evan’s rim, nestling there as the muscle closed up, hugging behind the ridge, locking their bodies together.

  Shuddering subtly with the intense, taboo pleasure, Evan waited for Brennan to thrust, needed it desperately. When he didn’t thrust—when he just started to make one of those maddeningly serene, focused-but-calm faces like he did when he was doing yoga, controlling his breathing—Evan grew worried.

  Brennan didn’t move, he stayed right there, barely inside Evan. Tied to the bed, his dick hard as iron, a cockhead lodged just inside his ass, Evan was frantic but trapped. Growling back in his throat, Evan tried to stay still and not freak out. His body thrummed and Brennan was a statue, not moving a muscle, his back bowed, his arms both planted on the bed beside Evan. Evan’s legs were wound around him but Brennan’s legs extended down the bed. Knowing it was futile, Evan murmured and whined, pleading wordlessly with his brother to fuck him but the lustful, greedy nature of the begging, keening sounds only made Brennan moan, inspiring him to hold out longer, to see how long he could last, mastering his own need to push deeper. Evan suspected if he sounded like he was in pain or truly scared, Brennan would end it in a heartbeat, but Evan wasn’t either of those things. He was just horny and impatient.

  Finally, Brennan relented and moved, driving into Evan in a very gradual, measured push, going so easy on him more sobbing tears slip from Evan’s eyes. Brennan made love to him gently, in long, deep strokes, kissing over Evan’s jaw and neck, even kissing his lips through the tape. It was the hottest thing Evan had ever experienced. A few times, Evan managed to grind down onto Brennan hard enough for his cock to bob up and skitter over Brennan’s body in a slow drag before slapping back down against his own. It was as much as he could get, but the denial was just an added spice heating up the sex that much more.

  Brennan came silently, with an expression of wrenched bliss.

  Purged, he pulled out and lay beside Evan on the bed, catching his breath. Meanwhile, Evan mewled behind the tape and writhed on the bed, strung up by his arms which were still pulled over his head. His dick was so erect and swollen dark it became painful.

  As soon as Evan crossed over that line, as if Brennan felt him go over the edge the second it happened, he acted. Feather-light, gentle as could be, Brennan stroked Evan’s shaft, root to tip. He did it again and again. Everything in him focused on the touch, the tug, Evan snapped his hips. He erupted, shooting in a wide arc. Hot come splattered up to Evan’s chin, down his sweat-streaked neck, over his chest. Brennan pumped him through it as Evan trembled, all sound choked off completely in his throat.

  Brennan pulled off the tape.

  Evan moaned oh-so-softly, “God, Bren. Brennan.” He thrust within the loose grip of Brennan’s fist, riding it out, looking blissfully delirious. Evan kept spurting come in little pulses. Brennan lowered his head to lick Evan’s belly clean, eliciting a thunderous moan from Evan that broke off for fear of Charlie.

  An hour later, Brennan and Evan had cleaned up with wipes from a canister typically kept hidden under the bed. Evan was lying boneless on the bed on his stomach, looking sated and supremely happy. Brennan was propped up on his side beside Evan, drawing patterns over the curve of Evan’s bare ass with his fingertips.

  On a whim, Brennan rolled so he was on top of Evan’s back.

  Evan moaned softly, smiling and spreading his legs to make room. Brennan pressed a kiss to the back of Evan’s neck.

  It made Evan arch his spine in a gentle curve, his ass pushing up off the bed. Brennan’s dick perked up at the clench of Evan’s butt cheeks around it, twitching, thickening fast, so Brennan drew his hips back a few inches, altered his angle and, without warning, with a single hard thrust, entered Evan again.

  Evan grunted, startled, before he clapped his lips shut. His hips tilted, his back bowing even more to meet Brennan’s next push, taking his whole length easily. Brennan bottomed out with a light slap of his pelvis against the bottom of Evan’s ass.

  “Evan,” Brennan moaned, biting his lip and pounding into him, driving his cock hard and fast. Strangled, broken sounds emitted from Evan as he fought to be quiet, so full of Brennan so fast. When Evan rocked down against the mattress, seeking friction, Brennan held him down to prevent it. He drove in with force and forbade Evan’s release. It just made it even better. Evan’s rectum was come-slick and slippery, hot and tight. Brennan fucked it until he was climaxing a second time that night, emptying another load into his brother. Seeing stars, tingling everywhere, he swayed as he recovered. Without pulling out, he collapsed on top of Evan, still holding him down, breathing hot against his neck as Evan whimpered.

  “Bren, please. Please let me. You make me so hard.”

  “No,” Brennan growled. “You just
fucking lay here and take it.”

  Evan moaned, pulling him in for another kiss.

  Chapter 23

  Hit and Run

  When Brennan began to stir, rising slowly out of heavy sleep and unsettled dreams, he was too groggy to be able to pinpoint the sound he was hearing. They’d been up half the night having sex and were still nude, tangled in each other and a sheet which didn’t hide much at all. Brennan was spooned up behind Evan with his hips tucked snugly against the tight curve of Evan’s backside. They were both in dire need of a shower and still sticky with come. Brennan’s morning wood was perfectly cradled in the crease of his brother’s ass and his left arm was looped around Evan’s body, his hand palming Evan’s lower abdomen. Evan was using Brennan’s bent right arm as a pillow, holding it tenderly with both hands.

  They both were on their sides, facing the door, and Brennan wondered at first if he was dreaming. A muffled, gruff voice he didn’t initially recognize was cursing and there was a strange rattling sound. By the time he managed to blink his eyes and squint in the direction of the noises, it was too late.

  The turning of the doorknob was accompanied by a terrible metallic popping as the lock was released from the other side of the door. The low cursing was Charlie, and he was about to come into the bedroom.

  “I don’t want you damn kids locking this!” Charlie was complaining. The knob had turned, the door opened up. “It’s almost lunchtime and neither of you have showed your faces and it’s damn time you wake….”

  “Shit. Evan! Evan!” Brennan shook his brother with one hand and made a useless attempt at grabbing for the sheet. But, there was no hiding. Charlie had stepped into the room. Staring at his sons, his eyes had grown frighteningly wide. His teeth were bared in a ferocious, wild expression.

  “NO!” Charlie bellowed, lunging forward, grabbing at the bed’s sheet, and at Evan. “NO! NO!”

  Yanking roughly at Evan’s arm, Charlie pulled him half out of the bed, away from Brennan, before Evan was even really awake.

  The violent tug freed Brennan’s arm, which had been stuck under Evan’s head. Evan woke, panting and whimpering in fright. His free arm came up to protect his head and ward off blows he seemed to anticipate. The instinct came from the nightmares about the attack, Brennan realized. But it wasn’t just a dream this time. It was real. Evan just barely managed to prevent himself from taking a hard fall on his bad side as Charlie continued to try to manhandle him. Ripping his arm from Charlie’s grip, Evan scrambled to his feet and backed up a few steps as he tried to understand.

  “You! You did this! You did this to him! My… My god!” Charlie screamed, sounding crazed. “Get your sick, goddamned hands off of my son!”

  Brennan had rolled off the far side of the bed and grabbed the first pair of pants he saw. He got them on as fast as he could.

  “GET OUT!” Brennan yelled back. “Leave him alone! Get the hell out of our room!”

  Evan was looking everywhere, at Brennan pulling on a pair of Evan’s pants; his horrified father; himself, covered with dried come, scratches, and love bites; the bottle of lube on the nightstand; the roll of tape Brennan had used to cover his mouth; the length of cord draped over the mattress which had bound Evan’s wrists; and the stained, soiled sheets. It was all there. There was no disguising anything.

  “God no,” Charlie moaned, hands going to his head, clawing at it. “Not this, please…. YOU! You’ve been touching my boy?!”

  “I AM YOUR SON, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!” Brennan roared right back, even angrier than Charlie. Shock was slowing Charlie down, but Brennan had the benefit of a clear conscience to keep him somewhat level-headed.

  “Evan, my god!” Charlie sobbed, covering his mouth with his hand, looking like he might be sick.

  Evan had grown pale—too pale—and fast, which worried Brennan more than Charlie at that point. Brennan scrambled over the bed as quickly as he could.

  When Charlie began to advance upon Evan again, Brennan put himself between them, arm outstretched at chest height to keep Charlie away. He could hear Evan’s labored breathing. It sent a chill down Brennan’s spine, because he could feel how scared his twin was, and there was no one else to help them. It was all on Brennan.

  “Get away from him!” Charlie snarled. He knocked Brennan’s arm away and hit Brennan across the face with the back of an opened hand. Pain flared in Brennan’s lip and jaw as the knuckles connected.

  “You’re brothers! He’s your twin! How could you?!” Charlie ranted, looking between them. Behind Brennan, Evan was finally moving, grabbing things. Brennan figured he was getting pants on as well, but didn’t know for sure, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Charlie. “It wasn’t bad enough you two were letting grown men swap you around between themselves, but this?!”

  “Shut up! Shut up and get out!” Brennan yelled in Charlie’s face. “Just leave us alone! Leave! That’s what you’re good at, so GO!”

  While Brennan was shouting, Evan slipped past him, a pair of unfastened jeans pulled up around his hips, holding shoes and a shirt.

  “Evan?” Brennan called fearfully, his voice wavering. “Ev?!”

  But Evan dashed from the room, bolting down the hall. The farther he got, the faster he ran. The front screen door slapped shut. Brennan took off after him, but Evan was already climbing into his car when Brennan got outside. The engine started and the Chevy reversed at dangerous speed out of the driveway, spinning slightly once it hit asphalt. Then, it sped down the road.

  Heart racing, panting, and confused, Brennan spun on a heel. Charlie was still there, glaring and seething. Brennan was alone, and he was in danger. Barefoot, shirtless and with the taste of blood on his lips, Brennan started to run.

  Feet flying, arms pumping, he took off in the only direction he could, drawing from instinct and knowledge of how Evan survived on his own for so long. The air was cold and he shivered, his teeth clacking together. Too slowly, the trailer came into view and grew steadily nearer. The pain in his feet from stones hidden in the grass, cutting into his soles, the ache in his heart, and the chill in his skin was all he knew. The echoes of Charlie’s screams reverberated in Brennan’s mind, and he knew he’d never be able to forget those words, and the way Charlie so quickly discarded Brennan as other while Evan was “my son,” “my boy.”

  When Brennan reached the patch of earth where Evan had died, he felt like dying as well. Collapsing against the trailer’s door, knocking weakly, he struggled to catch his breath and calm down. Shaking, wheezing, vision blurred with tears, he saw the door open. He prayed, hard, it would open to something better, that he wouldn’t be turned away.

  Jimmy stood there and looked almost as shocked as Charlie had, which made Brennan whine in fear. For a second or two, Jimmy was too busy staring at the sight of Brennan, barely dressed, bleeding and crying, to speak.

  “Please,” Brennan begged, his voice giving out just as his body threatened to as well. “Charlie saw us. He hit me. I have nowhere else to go.”

  “Evan?” Jimmy asked.

  “Took off. Got in his car.”

  “Shit. Come in. You’re freezing… Here, I’ll get you a blanket,” Jimmy said, bypassing his initial shock and taking action. He opened the door wider and helped Brennan up the stairs, guiding him to a chair and dashing off to get the blanket, which he returned with immediately. Wrapping it around Brennan’s shoulders, Jimmy took Brennan’s chin in hand and examined his bleeding lip.

  “Are you okay?”

  “No,” Brennan sobbed, shaking his head.

  “God, I never figured him for the type to strike his child,” Jimmy said sourly. He went to the sink in the tiny kitchenette and wet a paper towel, then came back to carefully clean the wound.

  “What if he follows me?” Brennan cried, staring at the closed door. “What if—”

  “You’re safe here, Brennan. I promise. I won’t let him near you. Not if it’s come to this.”

  “Thank you,” Brennan sighed. Relief flood
ed him, carrying away most of the adrenaline that had kept him buoyed. “I wasn’t sure you would help me, after what I’d done.”

  Their eyes met, and Jimmy bowed his head after a moment, looking pained. “I will always be here for you, Brennan. Know that. It’s not my place to judge another’s sin. We all sin, in our ways.” After a heavy exhale, he added, “I already knew about you and Evan. But I never thought.... We need to find Evan. When Charlie found you, you were….”

  “Sleeping,” Brennan murmured, drawing the blanket more closely around him. “He was yelling things, like it was my fault, like I forced Evan to do it. I didn’t. I swear.” Some of the defiant anger came out beneath the words as tears coursed down his cheeks. Jimmy, looking deflated by Brennan’s words, handed him an ice cube wrapped in another paper towel for his lip.

  “Here. This should help with the swelling. Did he hit you anywhere else? Are you hurt?”

  “No. No, it was just…. He was so angry.”

  A heavy, rapid knock fell on the trailer’s door.

  Brennan shrank back into the chair, terrified, grasping the blanket tightly.

  Jimmy laid a hand on Brennan’s shoulder and swore with a steady, calm gaze, “I’ll handle it. Stay here. He doesn’t get to hurt you anymore, okay?”

  “Thank you.”

  “Jimmy!” Charlie yelled from outside.

  “Yeah!” Jimmy called back, going to the door.

  He opened it a few inches as Charlie started saying, “You’re never going to believe—”

  “You shouldn’t have hit him, Charlie,” Jimmy interrupted. “He’s a child—your child. I know this is a shock, but all you’re doing right now is making it worse.”