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

by Cassandra Dee

  At this point, my balls were beginning to tighten and I knew I would come soon, without the girl even touching me. Because I don’t like to waste sperm, I pushed her roughly onto her hands and knees.

  “Head down, ass up!” I barked. She tremblingly obeyed, the golden globes of her ass swaying temptingly as she positioned herself for my invasion.

  Without bothering to lube up, I grabbed my dick in my hand and thrust forcefully into her back chamber. She screamed with pain, an anal virgin no longer. As a courtesy, I paused for a moment, letting her body adjust to my ten inch dick, but then thrust forward again, fully impaling myself up to the balls in her ass. She screamed as I shoved into her GI tract, the head of my dick fully buried in her lower intestine.

  I began swinging my hips, fucking her roughly. Slap slap slap! Went my thighs against her smooth round bottom. The sucking sound of her ass as I repeatedly drilled her was music to my ears, her ring gripping my cock hungrily. My balls hit her clit with each deep penetration and from the tone of her moans, I could tell that Wildflower was beginning to enjoy this.

  “Yeah slut, you know you love it,” I growled. Her boobs swung heavily beneath her tiny torso, and I ran a hand up her back before slipping under to pinch one of her nipples.

  “Oh!” she shrieked, her ass contracting in shock as I twisted and pulled angrily, the pink stub hard and stiff under my fingers. Unwilling to be gentle, I reached beneath her to rub heavily at her clit. I could feel my balls slapping my hand as I worked away at her wetness, my heavy fingers rough and unrelenting on the sensitive piece of flesh.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I began grunting, my thrusts growing more desperate and insistent in her hot body. My fingers tore away at her pussy, punishing the hot folds, slipping through her most private parts without abandon. I felt my balls tighten with final release and with a roar, I came hotly into her ass, my seed pumping in giant spurts deep into her anal chamber.

  Her ass contracted hotly around my member, her own orgasm causing her tiny body to shudder and twist violently under my own. Her sphincter clenched repeatedly around my cock, pulling the jets of cum deeper and deeper into her body, her pussy vibrating wildly against my fingers. She gave a loud shriek as she came, tossing her head back, blonde hair spilling over golden shoulders.

  As we recovered, I pulled my dick from her anus, enjoying the sight of anal gape in a former virgin. Her hole was wide and I could see about two inches inside, the darkness red and inflamed.

  “Sit up,” I commanded. Still shocked from the pummeling, she mindlessly obeyed, flipping over so that she was on her back. I lifted her legs high and watched with satisfaction as cum began to drip from her ass, sliding wetly down the smooth globes of her butt.

  “Pump your sphincter,” I commanded roughly. She wasn’t sure what to do, and vainly tried to flex her abdomen. “Push down hard like you need to do number two,” I ordered.

  “No!” she cried softly, aghast at the dirtiness of it all. I gave her a warning glance and she shut her trap, her cheeks flushing as she began to strain. Sure enough, her anal gape trembled, the muscles inside pulsing gently before they began to throb hard, almost clapping inside her body. Slowly, a glob of white rose within her and pooled wetly at her opening before trailing slimily down her cheeks.

  Ah, an anal creampie from an anal virgin. The bitch had gotten what she deserved.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Alana

  I cried after he left me, tears streaming hotly down my cheeks. I buried my head in the pillow and stifled my sobs, my shoulders heaving helplessly as the man showered in the adjoining en suite. How could he sing when I’d just been anally raped?

  The truth was that I’d loved it. I loved sex with this man, and nothing had changed despite two years of loneliness and silence apart. I’d ached for him during that time, sometimes waking up in a sweat, my mind reeling with memories of his sweet words and incredible body.

  The shower shut off abruptly and I turned away so that Luke couldn’t see my tear-stained face, huddling in a small ball underneath the covers.

  “Get up Alana, get dressed,” he ground out, roughly throwing a dress at me. I gasped when I saw that it was the red sequined evening gown he’d bought for me long ago. We’d talked endlessly about our future together, and part of my duties as his girlfriend was to accompany him to various industry events. I’d run away before we’d set foot in public together, determined not to ruin his career with the smear of incest.

  But as he opened the closet, I saw that fully half of the closet was still filled with my clothes. He’d never thrown them out! He’d kept them there as a reminder of me, as if hoping one day I would return and take my place by his side. I could see the rows upon rows of clothes he’d bought me, fine silks and satins much too expensive for me to afford.

  I slowly got out of bed and slipped the red gown over my naked form. During my pregnancy my boobs had gone up a cup size and never deflated, so I was now a permanent DD. They swelled against the low cut décolletage, pushing firmly against the sequined material. I zipped myself up, lifting my head to see Luke staring at me ravenously once again.

  His eyes ravished me from head to toe, as if he hadn’t just fucked me fifteen minutes earlier. I flushed hotly, feeling my cunny tingle. Would I ever become accustomed to this man?

  He growled deep in his throat and turned away roughly, fastening his cuff links. “You’re too skinny,” he rumbled.

  I almost laughed with relief. Skinny I was not. I’d put on about ten pounds since the baby, and the dress clung lovingly to my new curves, emphasizing the swells of breast and hip.

  I reached behind him shyly into the closet and got out a matching red purse and high-heeled shoes. I stepped into them, completing the outfit and stood silently as he finished pulling on his tux jacket. He was so handsome that I nearly swooned, but I chastised myself. “He doesn’t love you,” I reminded myself. “You’re only here because of Georgie.”

  Luke hustled me outside into a waiting limo, and I obediently sank into the plush leather.

  “Where are we going?” I asked timidly, folding my hands in my lap.

  He ignored me, staring out the windows as the cityscape rolled by. The limo slowed, and I saw that we were in front of the University Club, a prestigious private club in the City. The chauffeur helped me out, and I stood uncertainly, unsure what to do next.

  Luke took my hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, walking up the steps to the main gate.

  “Sir,” said the concierge. “Welcome.”

  “Good to see you, Fellowes,” replied Luke. “Where’s the event at?”

  “Fourth floor, sir, please proceed this way.”

  He shepherded me to the elevators and stood silently, the look on his face ominous as we waited for the elevator. When the doors pinged open, I was greeted by an opulent room, fresh flowers and crystal chandeliers dripping from the ceiling.

  The guests were in fancy dress, the men in tuxes and the women in gowns. Were we at a charity event? I wanted to ask but was determined to keep my silence given that Luke was ignoring me.

  A gorgeous brunette rushed over, brushing me aside while kissing Luke on both cheeks, pressing her breasts against his arm. I flushed with a pang of jealousy before controlling myself. Down girl! I commanded. Just because you’ve been celibate for two years doesn’t mean that NYC’s most eligible bachelor has.

  “Hi baby,” she drawled. “How’ve you been? Why haven’t I heard from you?” she asked him. Her eyes were the green of emeralds, glinting and hard in her perfectly chiseled face.

  “Sabrina,” said Luke smoothly. “May I introduce Alana, my guest for the night?”

  “Oh hi,” she pouted. Grudgingly, she acknowledged my presence with an air kiss, her perfume expensive but cloying. Turning back to Luke, she nudged his arm with her breast again. “So honey,” she practically panted. “Where have you been these past two days?”

  He’s been with me and his son! I wanted to scream. Bu
t I stood silently at Luke’s side, trembling although I felt as stiff as a board. Not losing a beat, Luke said, “Oh here and there. Yeah, sorry I haven’t called, I didn’t mean to bail on that movie premiere.”

  He’d had a DATE with this woman? I almost wanted to break down right then and there, but stood proudly, my face flushed and hot. As if sensing my need to get away, Luke said, “I’ll catch you later ok Sabrina? Lovely seeing you.”

  He grasped me by the elbow and steered me to the punch bowl, where fortunately, not a lot of people stood. I gasped for air and bit out at him, “So that’s your girlfriend?”

  He chuckled and looked at me with an eyebrow askance. “Jealous are we?”

  “No!” I whispered furiously, turning my back on him to get some punch. The way this was turning out, the more alcohol the better.

  “Listen Wildflower,” he hissed under his breath. “YOU were the one who walked out on me, not the other way around! If I’ve taken lovers in the past few years, it’s because I didn’t know you were coming back, much less with my son in tow! So get yourself together,” he bit out harshly.

  I felt the tears rising again as I thought of Luke with other women. So Sabrina was actually just one of a bevy of women he’d bedded. My heart seemed to break, even as my brain acknowledged the truth of his words. I felt so lost and lonely, knowing Luke was a virile man but denying his need for regular release.

  “Get yourself together,” he whispered again harshly. “The guests of honor are on their way.” Indeed, a hush had descended over the crowd and people were turning towards the main doors in anticipation. My face still felt hot and my chest constricted, but I turned around and put a smile on my face just to appear normal.

  The doors swung open and a distinguished looking couple stood at the entrance.

  “Surprise!” roared the crowd. The man was tall and fair, and the woman dark but stunning, both in their sixties. Luke walked forward to greet them, affectionately kissing the woman on her cheek and shaking the man’s hand warmly.

  “Mom, Dad,” he said. “Welcome to your twenty-fifth anniversary celebration,” he continued smoothly.

  I felt myself go faint. The sandy-haired man was my biological father, Robert Woodson, and Luke’s stepfather. Luke was deliberately outing us. The world around me blurred and the ground rushed up at me with alarming speed.

  THE END

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  Previously …

  My son with Wildflower was also my nephew?

  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 has a baby in tow … and one look at the child was a revelation. His dark hair and grey eyes were a spitting image of me, from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. No way was I going to let Wildflower waltz off with my baby … even after she revealed that we were actually stepsiblings ….

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Luke

  I rested my head on my folded hands. My face felt flushed and hot, my body shaky as I leaned against the makeshift hospital bed I’d had wheeled into our bedroom. My wildflower lay cold and deathly pale against the white sheets, her pallor accentuated against the hospital whites.

  She was so tiny! Her frame was so thin, she barely made a bump against the sheets. She lay corpse-like, her hands peacefully folded, skin waxen against the sterile setting.

  I could barely breathe, putting my head between my knees before I hyperventilated. What had I been thinking? I’d dragged Wildflower to my parents’ twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, not bothering to tell her where we were going. I knew she was upset about the fact that we were step-siblings, but I’d been so angry with her that I wanted to throw her in the lion’s den. The sudden sight of her biological father, Robert Woodson, had stunned her and she’d fainted in the ballroom, collapsing amidst the press of the crowd.

  After that, everything grew blurry for me. I knew I’d acted like an animal, immediately on my knees beside her, her head in my lap as I tried to revive her.

  “Call 911,” I’d snapped. “Get the Club’s private doctor here. Call my doctor as well and tell him to meet us at the hospital.” I’d barked orders like a man possessed, cradling her lifeless form.

  “Alana, shhh, hush baby, everything’s going to be alright,” I’d crooned, rocking her back and forth. Her limp body was still and quiet, even as the party guests thronged around us.

  “Who is that?” I could her people asking.

  “She must be someone special, Luke’s on his knees,” said another.

  “She looks like Robert …” said a third.

  I’d had this crazy idea that maneuvering a confrontation between Alana and her biological father would force us to take on the issue of incest, and spark a conversation about Georgie, our beautiful baby boy already born of the relationship. But clearly, I’d been dead-wrong. Robert and my mom had no idea who she was, and Alana had been wildly unprepared. So much so that my miscalculation had caused this … the love of my life unresponsive and dead to the world, hooked up to all sorts of monitors in our bedroom.

  I cursed myself. Love of my life? Yes, that’s what this horrific, terrifying situation had forced on me. The moment she’d collapsed, I’d had the sudden realization that nothing else mattered except for this woman. Not the fact that she’d left me two years ago without warning… not the fact that she’d kept my son from me during the two year absence … not the fact that our relationship was technically forbidden by rule of law. What mattered to me was that my Wildflower was alive and well, happy and content with our son in her arms.

  I realized that every last barrier I’d erected had come crashing down. I’d been determined to take Georgie from her, crushing her in a custody battle with my superior resources. But now I was willing to give her anything … even if it meant taking Georgie to the far ends of the earth. I was a rich man. I’d find some way to see Georgie regularly, my boy would know his father.

  But all of that seemed insignificant now. Sobs wracked my body, coming out in choked gulps as my lungs heaved for air. I clutched her hands in mine, terrified at their coolness, how small they seemed underneath my big fingers.

  “Wildflower, I’m so sorry,” I choked out. “I’m so sorry for everything …”

  I caught my breath, knowing she couldn’t hear me, but my heart was so full I needed to talk just to get things out of my system. “Wildflower,” I started again. “You’re everything to me. Everything that I’ve said to you in the past two weeks is bullshit. I was wrong, I was terrified too. I know you only had my best interests at heart when you left me two years ago.”

  “I was angry that you kept my son from me. But I know you did it to protect me – you were afraid of what people would say if they found out that we’re stepsiblings. But don’t you see? It’s too late. Georgie’s already here, and I love both you both with all of my heart.”

  “Yes, love,” I gasped, almost barking out the words. “Do you hear that Alana Johnson? I love you. I always have. I loved you the minute I saw you across the room in that waitress outfit. You were like a shining star in the middle of a boring meeting, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you after that.”

  “And it’s been like that for two years now. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, you haunt my days and nights. Every morning, I think of you as soon as I wake, and at night, I pray that I’ll dream of you. Your warmth, your sweetness, has been what’s kept me going all this time.”

  “And I’ve just found you again, you and our beloved baby boy. You can’t leave me so soon after coming back. I’ll do anything to make things right by you … whatever you need, yo
u and Georgie will always be the ones for me, whether you stay here or go somewhere else. Please, just don’t die Wildflower, it’s too early. I can’t let you go so soon after finding you again,” I sobbed, my mea culpa barked and gritty, the outpouring of my feelings for this girl who had captured my heart two years ago and never let go.

  I held her hands to my face, kissing her lifeless fingers, gripping her so hard that surely I must have cracked a few knuckles. But there was nothing on her waxen face to show that she’d felt any pain, or heard anything I’d said. She was truly in a comatose state, the panic of public shaming causing her to shut down, mentally even if her physical body was still there.

  What had I done? I berated myself and buried my hands in my fist. My life was over when it had just begun.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Alana

  I could hear him sobbing through the haze that was my mind. My brain felt cloudy, as if there were cotton balls surrounding my senses, making it impossible to speak, move or give any indication of life. I could hear the beeps and hums of machines next to me, their incessant whirring a steady fade of white noise.

  As I tried to clear my head, my eyelids flickered momentarily. I could see Luke with his dark head bowed against my hands. He sobbed, feverishly kissing my hands as his big shoulders heaved and hot tears coursed down his face. What was causing him to lose his self-control?

  Suddenly, the events of last night came rushing back and I lapsed back into stillness, the anguish overwhelming. Luke had been so angry with me that he’d anally raped me before dragging me to a black-tie event. What I’d thought was a routine charity function as actually his parents’ twenty-fifth anniversary. His parents being his mother and my biological father.