Christmas With the Cooper Twins

by Alexandria Hunt

  “Stepbrothers,” I corrected her. I’d never bothered before, but it seemed like I needed to make the distinction now that I was thinking about doing all kinds of dirty, dirty things with them.

  “Ah yes, stepbrothers. I don’t see a big difference, but when yours are as hot as that I could see why you would want to. They make me feel funny in places covered by a bathing suit,” Doreen giggled.

  “It’s not like that,” I said a little too quickly. She raised her brow at me in disbelief. “Okay, I mean they’re out of bounds, right?”

  “You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how freaking gorgeous they are,” Doreen prodded. “You’re cooped up in that little house with them, how are you not all worked up and ready to go at the drop of a hat?”

  She was laughing, but there was an edge of truth to her words. Surely she knew how hard it would be to spend time with Jesse and Jordan and keep my clothes on.

  I decided to make her night, so I waggled my brows at her, smirked and said, “Who says I’m not?”

  She shrieked with laughter and high fived me, her face showed new admiration for me. I was her uptight prudish boss, but I clearly had lady parts and that made her night for sure.

  “You just have to promise me one thing though,” she said after we’d gotten over our giggles.

  “What’s that?” I asked, catching my breath after the laughter.

  “If you get naked pics, you have to share them with me,” she demanded with her brow arched.

  “I’ll think about it,” I replied and stuck out my tongue.

  She laughed again and we spent the next hour talking about the guys in town she’d dated and how much she hated our singles scene. It was funny, since being back I hadn’t had any interest in anyone, and after what Doreen said, it was probably a good thing.

  I couldn’t wait to get home that night after my time at the clinic. I crossed my fingers for the last half hour, praying there would be no big emergencies that might keep me longer than I’d intended.

  I had a one-track mind, and it happened to include those two hot stepbrothers of mine, and nothing else.

  About ten minutes from home along a pitch black country road, the truck sputtered and stopped. I glided to the side of the road and cursed under my breath.

  “Come on, you piece of shit,” I muttered and turned the key a few times, expecting the whirring groan of the engine.

  Instead it clicked and went silent.

  I slammed my hands against the steering wheel. “Fuck!”

  It had been inevitable, the truck had been unreliable for years now, but it didn’t have to break down now, right when I was heading home to the twins.

  I texted them and prayed they’d take me seriously and come to my rescue.

  Otherwise I was fucked, and not in a good way.

  Chapter Seventeen

  My feet were numb and the inside of the truck was freezing over as my breath hit the icy windows.

  The twins had texted back saying they were on their way, but I didn’t know how long it would take for them to get here or how they were planning on it. Walking would take them a while; even coming on the quad would mean a long trek. I should have just started walking back to the farm.

  I was shivering and my teeth were rattling by the time lights hit the cab of the truck.

  It hadn’t been that long though, not long enough for the guys to walk or bring the quad, and I felt a little jolt of nerves clench my stomach.

  Who could it be? I was suddenly aware of how vulnerable I was, a sitting duck out here on the road by myself.

  The headlights burst into the cab of my truck at eye level. My eyes burned and I squeezed them shut as they adjusted to the brightness.

  Great, even better, it looked like a jacked up lifted four-wheel drive like one of the douchebag guys from around here would drive.

  I shivered again and prayed for the twins to get here as soon as possible.

  I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, still unable to make out any features in the light.

  I saw a dark shape cross in front of them, making a flickering shadow dance along my eyelids.

  I heard a tapping at my driver’s side window and thanked god I had the foresight to lock my doors at least.

  “Natty, what the hell are you doing?” Jesse’s voice called out.

  I snapped my eyes open, breathed on the frozen window, rubbed it with my hand and saw his face there, a mask of concern draped on his strong features.

  “Jesus, you guys scared me!” I exhaled and unlocked the door. He opened it and stood in the freezing night, his breath catching in the air and hanging between us like a cloud.

  “You scared me, I thought you might have passed out,” he said and helped me out of the truck. “We’ll come back for this piece of shit in the morning.”

  “Whose truck is this?” I asked, staring up at the black behemoth running in the night.

  “Ours!” Jesse exclaimed with a huge grin. “We bought it today.”

  “Today?” I asked and he put his hands around my waist and lifted me up into the cab. Jordan was at the wheel with the engine running to keep it warm.

  “Climb aboard,” Jordan said with pride. “She’s all ours.”

  “Why would you buy a truck if you’re leaving so soon?” I asked, wiggling across the seat to the middle.

  Jesse climbed in behind me. “We’ll leave it with you when we’re not around,” he said. “That way you get a reliable truck and we have somebody to take care of it.”

  “Oh wow,” I said. “That’s awfully nice of you but it might be a bit much for the vet practice, don’t you think?”

  “We’ll take a couple inches of lift out,” Jesse said. “That way you won’t have to take a ladder along just to get inside.”

  “I guess that might help,” I replied with skepticism. I wasn’t completely sold on the idea, but it would be nice to have a reliable vehicle.

  We drove home and they asked me all about my day. They asked all the right questions and seemed genuinely interested.

  I had to admit, it was so flattering to have two such attractive men interested in my boring life. I could see myself getting a little addicted to this kind of thing. It figures I’d be the one to become attracted to two men at once, both of them my stepbrothers.

  And both of them leaving.

  My chest tightened at that and I put my hand on each of their thighs.

  It was nice being the filling in a Jesse and Jordan sandwich, and I decided once and for all that I would take my chance to fulfill my dirty little fantasy before they were long gone again.

  Maybe by the next time they showed up, I’d be settled down and married or something.

  But the thought of one man seemed stale now, like eating white bread every day for the rest of my life.

  But these two, my god, they would add some heat and spice to the rest of my days, I just knew it.

  I squeezed my hands and they both glanced at me with a secretive smile playing on their lips.

  “Eager little beaver tonight, aren’t you?” Jordan chuckled as we pulled into the driveway.

  “I’m not even ashamed to admit it,” I grinned. “I don’t know what you two have done to me, but I want to take you both upstairs and have my way with you. I’ve never even thought about something like this, but it was the only thing on my mind all damn day.”

  “It’s natural,” Jesse replied and put his huge hand over mine. “There’s always been that tension between the three of us, and now it’s developed into something sexual. I don’t see a problem with it.”

  “Neither do I,” Jordan added and cut the engine in front of the house.

  I wiggled over and let Jesse help me down. His strong hands didn’t leave my waist when I hit the ground though, and he walked beside me on the way in.

  Jordan flanked my other side, adding his huge, strong hand to my shoulder, cupping the back of my neck as if guiding me to my fate.

  I didn’t need it though, I would hav
e run there if I thought it would get me naked with the two of them any faster.

  As it was, I wanted to see what would happen when they took the lead, and it thrilled me to the bone to think of them ordering me around.

  Funny how a decade can take something as annoying as two bossy stepbrothers and turn it into something so unbelievably erotic when those two men tell you what to do.

  They would command my body tonight, and possibly my heart forever.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “You want a drink?” Jesse asked when we got inside.

  “Are Dad and your mom still in town?” I asked, glancing nervously around as if it wasn’t my house already.

  “They are, Mom can’t come back here for more than an hour or two at a time,” Jordan told me.

  “Then sure, let’s crack open a bottle of wine,” I said and headed for the liquor cabinet.

  I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being a naughty teenager sneaking around behind her parent’s back.

  I chose a decent bottle of red wine and went to the kitchen to find some glasses.

  Deciding we weren’t exactly fancy, I found three old tin camping cups.

  The twins laughed when they saw them but poured the wine carefully.

  I held my cup up and said, “To new beginnings.”

  They echoed my sentiment and tipped their cups against mine, then each other’s.

  “So why are you so eager tonight?” Jordan asked after we’d all taken a sip and sat on the couch.

  “Not eager, maybe just realizing how much I want the two of you,” I said, a blush creeping up my cheeks. From the wine or embarrassment, I couldn’t be sure.

  “You know our stance, we’ve wanted you for a long time,” Jesse said and leaned against me. “We’ve talked about this so many times it doesn’t feel real now that we’re here.”

  “Not at all,” Jordan added and gulped back his wine. He leaned towards me too and hooked his finger under my chin, drawing my face towards his. I closed my eyes and felt one of them take my cup from my hand as their hands began to move all over my body and Jordan’s mouth found mine.

  I sighed and leaned back against Jesse as Jordan kissed me. Jesse’s lips were hot on the back of my neck and sent vigorous shivers up and down my spine as he kissed and nibbled my sensitive flesh.

  I moaned and Jordan’s kisses became fiercer, more demanding.

  I reached down and could feel his rock hard shaft pressing against his jeans, demanding release.

  I felt Jesse’s pressing into my back, equally as hard and demanding.

  I pulled back and whispered, “Can we finally take this upstairs?”

  “Yes,” Jordan chuckled. “At last. We can.”

  I reached for my cup and downed the last of my wine for courage. As much as I wanted this to happen, there was a part of me that worried that I might not be enough for these two sculpted, muscled, gorgeous men.

  I felt plain, like some little country mouse about to go all fifty shades on her fantasies, but then my body took over and all insecurity was gone.

  They wanted me and I wanted them, and that’s all that mattered.

  I walked up the stairs in a trance, unbelieving that this was finally happening. Jesse was right behind me, his hands on my back. We moved as if through water, slowly and deliberately, to my bedroom.

  Jordan followed close behind, and I could almost feel the weight of his anticipation heavy in the air.

  I suppressed a giggle, a moment of joy that bubbled up out of me and tinkled through the quiet of the house. I didn’t think they heard it, but I couldn’t be sure.

  I wasn’t embarrassed for laughing, but I didn’t want them to think I was crazy.

  I couldn’t help it though, being with Jordan and Jesse made me feel light and bubbly, like I was ten years younger with none of the weight of the world on my shoulders.

  Like I could do anything or be anything I wanted, and yet I only wanted to be their plaything.

  “You look good from behind,” Jesse told me as I reached the top step. I deliberately wiggled my butt for him and he smacked it playfully.

  “Hey!” I laughed and turned around to face them both now that they’d gotten to the second-floor hallway.

  “Hey?” Jesse said, grabbing my arms. “That’s all you’ve got? Not, please Sir, some more?”

  “Is this a Christmas themed spanking session?” I giggled and tried to get out of his grasp.

  He held me tight and walked me backwards to my bedroom. He smiled, but his eyes were hot with desire. “I wasn’t aware this was a spanking session,” he said in a low tone.

  Jordan reached behind us and opened the door. We went inside and he closed it again.

  There we were, the three of us in my bedroom. Alone. And about to get naked.

  I was almost trembling when he released me and they stood on either side of me, staring down with naked hunger on their faces.

  “I never said it wasn’t about spanking,” I said, unable to come up with anything witty to say now that my brain had shut down and my vagina had taken control.

  “Is that what you’d like?” Jordan asked in a husky voice, pulling me down with him as he sat on my bed.

  He flipped me over and laid me across his knee, pulled my pants down and gave me a loud smack on my bare flesh.

  I shrieked, but didn’t want him to stop.

  Oh god, it felt so strange, but I wanted more. I wanted him to slap me and make my skin hot and tender from his hand, and I wanted them both to take turns dominating me, making me do things to them.

  And from what I could tell, they were more than willing to indulge my little fantasy.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Jesse said, dropping to his knees in front of me.

  Jordan had my hands pinned behind my back with one of his, and smacked my bare flesh again.

  I jerked under his touch, but pain and pleasure joined together and swirled around my body in a warm glow.

  “Tell me if it’s too hard,” Jordan said and smacked me again.

  “Not even close,” I exhaled and struggled against his grip. I felt freedom and lust flood my body when I realized I couldn’t escape.

  Jesse reached out and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and reached down to unzip his jeans with the other.

  My eyes widened as I realized he had pulled out his huge cock and was stroking it as gently as he touched my cheek.

  “You like this?” Jesse asked, moving his throbbing shaft towards my mouth.

  “Oh yeah,” I replied and Jordan’s hand landed on my backside again, making me moan and writhe in his lap.

  Jesse’s glistening head parted my lips and I opened myself to him, taking him in my mouth and licking him softly.

  He groaned and I felt power swell inside of me, the power of a woman commanding the attention of two incredibly hot men.

  I felt Jesse thrust deeper down my throat and I fought my gag reflex, forcing myself to open and take him. I wanted the challenge and I rose to it.

  Jordan ran his huge hand all over my ass; his breathing was getting more rapid as I sucked his brother’s cock. I felt him lift his hand and braced myself for impact. I had Jesse’s cock deep down my throat as Jordan struck.

  I grunted against Jesse’s shaft and tears leaked from my eyes. The pain stung, but it also felt insanely good. The tears weren’t necessarily from the pain, but from the realization that I loved being the center of attention, I loved being their focus.

  “Good girl,” Jesse said in a harsh voice. “Suck it, Natasha. Suck it hard.”

  Jordan’s hands moved across my skin and left hot trails where his fingers had prodded and stroked me.

  He moved lower until he was between my thighs. My skin still burned from his spankings, but my pussy was soaked in anticipation.

  His hand still encircled my wrists and I was still pinned to his lap, but I didn’t actually want to get away, I just wanted to struggle a little.


  I moaned and Jesse thrust hard into my mouth, choking off the sound.

  I could hear the wet slapping of his cock going in and out of my mouth faster and faster, I could feel saliva and precum drooling down my chin.

  “Fuck, yes,” he grunted and took a handful of my long hair and wrapped it in his fingers as he fucked my face.

  Jordan’s fingers slipped lower yet and parted my slit, seeking the hot, desperate need in the center of my body.

  He drew those fingers through the slick that they’d created, the wetness that signaled my absolute and utter willingness to be used like this.

  He tugged at my wrists, letting me know he was still in charge of my body.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Jordan growled and slid a finger, then another inside of me. “You like being taken like a nasty little slut. You love your big brothers forcing themselves inside of you. You’re a dirty little girl, Natty. All this time and we never knew.”

  His breathing was heavy and thick with lust as he fucked me slowly with his fingers. His thumb found my little puckered spot and he applied pressure, adding yet another sensation to the many that were threatening to send me spinning into an abyss of pleasure.

  I cried out as Jordan forced his way in, alternating the holes he was attacking as his brother filled my mouth with his huge shaft.

  Jordan’s speed picked up and I began to feel that familiar tightening that indicated I was going to come.

  My body seized up, I went stiff with lustful joy, and I allowed myself the momentary delight of feeling the two brothers invade all three holes my body had to offer.

  “I’m coming,” Jesse said with a harsh groan, grabbing my hair even harder.

  “So is she,” Jordan chuckled, sliding in and out as my body gripped him back, needing him inside of me.

  I screamed as Jesse flooded my mouth with hot cum, spilling it down my throat and over my lips until it was all I could taste and smell.

  I writhed as I came, backing myself onto Jordan’s hand the best I could, needing him deeper in me, as far as he could go.

  I was panting and shuddering when Jesse pulled out, his dick slick with my saliva and his cum, but it was still hard and ready to go.