DOUBLE HUGE: A Twin Stepbrother Romance (With BONUS book A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother)

by Cassandra Dee

  Possessively, my hands ran over her curves, not even bothering to introduce myself. I nibbled her neck, holding off from taking her lips. Her flesh was sweet, her aroma enticing, like wildflowers on a spring day.

  She’d moaned in my arms, arching her back and pushing her breasts deep into my chest. Her jugs pressed maddeningly against my pecs, and I could feel her stiff nipples through the thin material. Without hesitation, I reached through her vee neck blouse and pushed her bra down, baring a pink nub for my delight. I descended on her breast, suckling hungrily, rolling the nipple with my tongue like a piece of candy. She was delicious, 100% womanflesh.

  She moaned quietly in my arms, trembling delicately. My little wildflower was innocent and new, pure and sweet as springtime.

  Horny that I was, I needed to get into her asap. I drew her deeper into the shadows of the reception hall before tearing at her blouse, buttons clattering onto the floor. Her mounds were creamy and large, overflowing the lacy demi-bra. With a moan, I pushed the cups down and the jugs sprang out, begging for my tongue. Never one to resist temptation, I took as much breast flesh into my mouth as possible, suckling the ripe, creamy mounds. I rolled my face in her tits, losing myself in the sensation of being engulfed in woman.

  Simultaneously, my hand began creeping up her thigh underneath the short skirt she wore. Tantalizingly, the girl had worn a garter and stockings instead of the usual pull-on pantyhose that I hated. I wanted to kill whatever man invented pantyhose. There was nothing as granny-like and cock-killing as the sight of a crotch covered in a web of nylon.

  Fortunately, my girl had better sense. Her thighs were smooth and slim above the pucker of her stockings, leading to the tiny scrap of lace that was her panties. I rubbed the crease between her thigh and pussy slowly, teasing my wildflower.

  “Ohh!” she sighed, throwing her head back. Her eyes were closed as my fingers tickled so close to her kitty.

  “Let’s see that beautiful pussy,” I rumbled. I hooked a finger into her panties and pulled them aside, baring her beautiful twat. Lifting her skirt, I could see that the lips were pink and engorged, already moist with arousal. Without any hesitation, I plunged a finger straight into her hole, the wet flesh tightly encasing me.

  She gasped and her big blue eyes flew open with shock. Could it be…? Was my little girl a virgin? She definitely looked young, but there was no telling at what age girls lost it these days.

  Sensing her inability to speak, I resolved to go slow, savoring the delicacies of my little beauty. I eased my finger out of her twat, calming her with sub-vocal hums as I pushed back in, letting her kitty savor its first fingering. With my thumb, I grazed her clit gently, skittering over the small nub of flesh. She gasped, the sensations running in dizzying circles through her cunny.

  Wanting to prep her for my dick, I eased a second finger into her twat. The walls of her pussy were tight, slick and wet, maybe even too tight. I could tell that this was going to be a difficult first time, but my dick hardened even more at the thought. Virgin pussy is something that not all men are equipped for, but my penis was more than up for the challenge.

  I rubbed my fingers in and out of her twat while working her clit, massaging the nub first up and down, and then in circles. I felt her gush hotly in my hand as her pussy loosened, preparing itself for its first man. I increased the pressure on her love nub, working towards her first orgasm.

  It happened unexpectedly. With a sudden cry, my wildflower let loose in my arms, her cunny twitching all over my fingers as her pussy released warm liquid into my hand. Her body seemed to go spineless and she would have fallen over had it not been for my arm around her waist, supporting her as I continued to finger fuck her pussy through its mind-blowing convulsions.

  “Thata girl,” I crooned in her ear, licking sensuously at her neck. She tasted fresh and sweet, 100% young, nubile teen. As she came down from her orgasm, I knew it was time to make my move while the pheromones still ran high and her pussy was loose and relaxed. Holding her close to me so that she couldn’t see my dick, I pulled my hand from her kitty with a sweet sucking sound before undoing the zip of my pants. My cock was so big and hard that it literally sprang out, bouncing gently off of her flat tummy.

  She stirred in my arms, a womanly intuition telling her that something massive was coming her way. But I wouldn’t let her look down, fearing that I would scare her with my huge girth. Instead, I hoisted her up, positioning her legs around my waist and let my cock circle her little hole, teasing it, tantalizing the soft, hot folds. My dick was drenched with pre-cum oozing from the slit, and rubbing it up against moist pussy flesh only made it drip more.

  I pushed the crown into her an inch, and she drew in a quick half-breath, her eyes flying open and finding mine.

  “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you,” I soothed. I edged deeper into her wet channel, fighting my urge to drive forward in one push. She was a virgin and deserved to go slow. Her pussy was so tight, but the flesh inevitably parted over mine, welcoming my dong and cushioning it in her fiery hotness. The blonde shifted uncomfortably in my arms, but I kissed her again, soothing her with deep hums.

  I moved my hips forward again, this time easing my cock most of the way in. It bumped against something rubbery and soft, and I pressed forward, engaging the opening to her cervix. It was good to know that I’d be able to shoot straight into her uterus, my virile seed impregnating the beautiful girl.

  She seemed to have the same thought simultaneously.

  “Oh my god, we’re not using a condom!” she said, her breath rushed and soft. “Please pull out, okay?” she begged.

  “Aren’t you on the pill?” I rumbled, starting up a slow rhythm in her body.

  She gasped as she replied, the feel of dick moving in her taking her breath away. “No,” she said, shaking her head while riding my cock. “I’ve never been with anyone before,” she said softly.

  The confirmation of her virginity was an aphrodisiac, and I felt my dick grow even harder and bigger in her tiny body. I pushed forward insistently this time, and she cried out in combined pain and pleasure. The dicking felt good, but the first time is always hard for a woman, especially for someone as small as her on a big shaft like my own.

  I started pumping up and down hard into her, physically lifting her waist up and down so that she was impaled over and over on my massive tool. She loved it, throwing her blonde hair back, her hips grinding against mine, her pussy working itself deeper and deeper onto my tool. I was sure if I went further into her, my cockhead would burst out of her throat, maybe even knocking out a few teeth.

  We fucked ourselves closer and closer to the final release, when suddenly orgasm took us both. She clamped down hard on my dick, her wetness engulfing me while I shot liters of sperm into her insides. She screamed, not caring who heard and her twat pulsed around me, pulling my dick hard into her insides and drawing the semen into her beautiful, fertile valley.

  As we came to, I felt sated and oddly protective. The little blonde had lost her bra in the process and was wrapped around me, her jugs pressed to my chest. I peeled her off a bit, nuzzling her neck and then lapping at a pink nipple, chuckling as it hardened again.

  Her eyes looked at me dumbly, in shock from the amount of pleasure that had just coursed through her veins. Undoubtedly she was a little sore, and my chest puffed out at how difficult it would be for her to walk tomorrow. Her fingers played in the lapel of my dinner jacket tentatively and I lifted her chin with my finger to look deep into her blue eyes.

  “Hey,” I said softly. “What’s wrong?”

  She averted her eyes, unable to look me straight in the eye. “We didn’t use any protection,” she murmured, and I cursed under my breath. Oh shit! I was supposed to pull out, but oddly, the fact that I hadn’t didn’t bother me at all. It felt right to come in the little blonde’s fertile body, maybe seeding her with my virility.

  “It’s okay,” I soothed. “Just once isn’t a huge risk.”

  She l
ooked up at me swiftly. “But … I don’t even know your name,” she said softly.

  “Oh that,” I laughed. “I’m Luke,” I said with a sly smile and nuzzle to her cheek. “I’d shake your hand, but given our current position, I don’t think we need to shake, do you?”

  And her shy smile was all I needed to begin my descent into overwhelming, heart-stopping love.

  THE END

  Read A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother, Part 2 next

  Previously, in Part 1 …

  The girl I’d called Wildflower had walked out on me two years ago, leaving my bed empty and cold. I’d shuddered in her absence, my body aching as my mind whirled with worthless thoughts. How could she have done this? How could she have walked out on a relationship so caring, loving and mutually respectful? My body ached each night in remembrance of her warm, female heat.

  But a chance encounter brought her back to me. Except this time the blonde had a baby in tow … and one look at the child turned my world upside down. His dark hair and grey eyes were a spitting image of me, from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. And no way was I going to let Wildflower waltz off again without a battle this time … especially with my baby in her arms!

  CHAPTER SIX

  Luke

  It’s hard to understate the first heady days of our courtship. My wildflower was so beautiful, so luscious, so hungry in bed that we spent most of the time locked in my bedroom, her legs wrapped around me as I came over and over again in her petite body.

  She was nineteen then, working her way through college as a hostess, and damned if I didn’t feel it was my job to make life a little easier for my wildflower.

  After our first initial fuck at the reception, I had been relentless, calling and pursuing her, even persuading her to move into my apartment.

  “But I don’t even know you,” she laughed after one particularly satisfying session in bed. She lay tangled in the sheets, her breasts still heaving, love bites covering her neck and chest.

  “That’s alright baby, why bother waiting?” I growled in reply, slowly massaging one of the welts. Instead of feeling bad for putting them there, I was inordinately proud of marking her as my territory. The scratches would disappear in a day, but in the meantime, I loved the fact that she was unmistakably branded mine.

  I pulled aside the sheet to examine the insides of her thighs. The love marks were there too, evidence of my lips and teeth, as well as a few where my fingers must have pressed too hard. They moved up her thighs, closer and closer to her kitty, as if her pussy were the final prize.

  “But I’ve already signed a lease for an apartment,” she murmured. “I’ll lose my deposit.”

  “Wildflower, forget about that,” I growled. “I have more than enough for us both, and what’s mine is yours. Mi casa es su casa,” I said, gesturing to the loft that surrounded us.

  It was true, I had more than enough money to support a harem of women, much less one beautiful girl with her threadbare clothes and single overnight bag. I’d been to her apartment once before and had resolved then and there to sweep her away. That dump probably had asbestos problems, not to mention the obviously leaky roof and scummy, dirty roommate.

  In fact, I hadn’t let her return after that visit. She’d been livings at my place since, commuting to class and continuing with her part-time catering job.

  “Well, I want to at least keep working,” she said stubbornly. “I can’t let you pay for everything.”

  “Why not?” I said. “I clearly have enough.” It was sound logic. She couldn’t argue, could she?

  She looked around the apartment. I lived in a loft with soaring ceilings, a grand piano, and top of the line appliances. Nor did she have to cook or clean. My housekeeper and private chef took care of that.

  “It’s just that …” she began, stopping.

  “What is it?” I said.

  “It’s just that … we don’t know each other,” she said. “I mean, I only met you a week ago, and now you’re saying that we should move in. I want to make sure that I have something just in case … you know … if things don’t work out.”

  I’d been preparing for this. I pulled open the drawer to my bedside table and pulled out a jewelry case I’d stashed in there. I heard Wildflower’s breath catch when she saw the velvet box, and her hand instinctively fluttered to her throat in surprise.

  “Don’t worry,” I growled. “Even I don’t move that fast.”

  Maybe it wasn’t an engagement ring yet, but it would be soon if I had my way. She slowly opened the purple box, revealing a diamond-encrusted bracelet, slim yet elegant on her narrow wrist.

  She gasped, at a loss for words. The value of that bracelet was probably more than a year’s rent at her old place. I kissed her wrist, on the sensitive part where her pulse fluttered and gently skimmed my finger over her cheek, stopping to rest on her pouty, delicious pink lips.

  “Wildflower, this bracelet is my pledge to you,” I said. “If you need to move out for any reason, you’ll be able to sell this and buy a small house. So go easy on yourself, okay? There’s no need to keep that catering job. Besides, I’d rather have you here, underneath me,” I growled, rolling over on top of her.

  She gasped and then smiled sweetly at me, my heart turning over as she looked deep into my soul. With a soft kiss on my lips, she nodded her acquiescence and I groaned low in my throat. My cock had started to twitch again, and it was time to give Wildflower more of those love marks.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Alana

  It’s hard to accurately describe just how fast Luke overwhelmed me. He was so rich, so domineering and assertive, that it wasn’t hard to see how he’d come to be the head of a music empire. He was the CEO of Atlantis Records, a businessman and musician rolled into one. On more than a few occasions, I’d heard him tinker at the piano, and he was truly talented. Even my lovesick heart recognized that he had a real gift.

  But as much as I loved this man and his magnificent apartment, I had my pride. I’d been poor my whole life, contributing to my family as soon as I was able to start working. I’d started as a gas station attendant, graduated to waitress, and during college, got the catering job which let me work evening hours so I could keep going to classes.

  I love my family, but I’m not ashamed to say that we were poor. It was really just my mom, my gran, and me. My dad had been some rich guy who’d slept with my mom a few times, filling her head with dreams of a mansion and a big family, only to leave when he found out she was pregnant. It had been so hard raising me as a single mom that she’d basically given up her dreams of a career in journalism, instead working a secretary to support the three of us.

  I was determined not to fall in the same trap. Sure, Luke was rich and he was promising me the world, but I wanted to make sure I had a back-up plan. I was going to keep going to school, get my degree, and then who knows? The world was my oyster.

  In the meantime though, I’d been swept off my feet by this gorgeous man. Just last night, he’d gotten home from work and surprised me with another piece of expensive jewelry, this time an ruby ring which glinted in the light.

  “Oh Luke, I can’t!” I’d exclaimed, looking at the priceless gem. “I’ve taken so much from you already, I can’t take anymore.”

  “Nonsense,” he growled, pulling me into his arms. “It was made for you,” he said persuasively, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Plus, it’d look great with the red lingerie I got you last week,” he whispered into my ear.

  I giggled a bit. “It would be perfect, wouldn’t it?” I breathed, turning around. I kissed him with all the longing in my heart. He was my man, this breathtaking alpha male whose mere presence made my heart leap. I felt myself melting against him, succumbing to his magnetic pull. He laughed softly in my ear, nipping gently at my neck as his hands found the opening to my sweatshirt.

  Although I still wore my college clothes, the casual sweats hid some seriously sexy lingerie underneath. He peeled th
e hoodie from my body, casting it away with distaste, mumbling something about buying me an entirely new wardrobe. He turned back to me, his eyes feasting on the mounds which pushed against the restraints of red lace.

  Tantalizingly, I angled my boobs forward and arched my back, pushing one of the demi-cups down so that a nipple popped free. I sucked a finger into my mouth, never losing eye contact with him, and then dragged it down to my breast, tracing my areola with a wet finger.

  With a growl, he pounced on me. His lips surrounded my nipple, suckling heavily as his hand massaged both jugs, squeezing and milking the creamy flesh. I threw my head back with delight, the sight of his dark head at my breast unbelievably erotic. He worked my boobs with his hands, greedily pushing them together so that he could taste both nipples at once, and I gave a cry of pleasure, my cunny gushing with fluid, preparing itself for his invasion.

  He helped me wiggle out of my tight jeans and stopped short at the sight of the tiny red panties. I flushed, suddenly remembering what I was wearing. Luke had bought crotchless panties, and the garment was really nothing more than a red string circling my waist with a rope of pearls running through my cunny lips. The pearls were already gleaming and moist, lubricated with the juices of my arousal.

  Luke reached down and teased my pussy softly, massaging the outer lips before pulling the pearls up tight against my clit.

  “Oh!” I gasped, clinging to his broad shoulders for support. He let me hang onto him as he teased my kitty, spreading my lips so that the pearls were trapped inside, and then pulling the string tight so that I ground my slit against the hardness, desperately trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

  “Don’t worry, Wildflower,” he crooned in my ear. “I’m going to help you come soon,” he said, stroking my back.