That was a great summer, I thought to herself, back at school in the fall. I and Blake had spent many a work hour fucking, and I was able to turn herself from a green virgin to a seasoned vixen in the bedroom, or on the desk, or in the supply closet, I smiled to herself. What an amazing thing is sex. Everything I dreamed it would be. Just as I hoped that they had been ignorant of “The Story of ‘O’,” Mama and Papa Gentry never did find out that I had her own “Story of ‘K,’” although when they saw traces of red lipstick one visit, the looks on their faces did suggest that they may have been wondering about what I had been up to during her college adventures, but at least they had the good sense not to ask.
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Twin Stepbrothers: Billionaire’s Orders
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© 2015 Claire Sutcliffe
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1
My one stepbrother Damien was always a little bit strange, I guess. When we were younger, around fifteen, he used to try to torment me whenever he got the chance. He'd do all kinds of things: pull my hair, short sheet my bed, pinch me hard when our folks weren't looking. I used to have fantasies about getting rid of him somehow. You could say I pretty much hated him. But once we'd grown up a bit, and he grew into the suave and good-looking man he became when he got rich and successful, I started to yearn for his attention - bad or good - in ways I would never have suspected.
Darren, his twin, and my other step, was always the one who would get me an ice cream cone or give me a hug when Damien got too rough with me. Sure, he'd play with me too - tease me and such - he wasn't a saint by any stretch of the imagination. But, he rarely took it to the near cruelty levels Damien strove for regularly.
As I was still living with our parents, it was hard not to notice how much of a big event it was, whenever the twins came home for a family dinner. We weren't exactly close - I hadn't seen either of them in about 6 months, but tonight they were coming to stay the night on their way to L.A. My mother had me cooking and cleaning all day. I didn't mind too much, as I was pretty happy that they were coming home, and I understood that she wanted to make it special, but I did wonder: if I were the one who had gone and come back, would she make such a big deal? Sometimes it seemed like most of her motivation wasn't truly for the boys or me, anyway. It came from trying to impress their dad, Jim. He was a handsome man, like his twin sons, and you could see hints of where they got their built physiques from his strong frame. No wonder she was so taken with him, he was gorgeous, especially for his age.
The boys were gorgeous, for any age, I thought, as I polished the mirrors in the bathroom. Strapping, they might have been called in another time. Shoulders for days, thin hips. Faces that looked as if they had been sculpted from marble, yet warm and animated, pouty lips infinitely kissable. Despite Damien's near-cruelty they were both charming and popular in school, and had moved on to be similarly successful in their professional lives, making a killing very early on.
They had made their money in stocks. It so happened that Darren was some kind of financial genius, and he had figured out a system to predict which companies were going to explode in profit and most importantly, he was right nearly all of the time. He ended up with some serious clout in the financial industry, and parlayed that into buying a corporation that Damien headed. All of this seriously stunned both of our parents who were modest people. It was as if the twins had performed a magic trick, and they couldn't stop talking about it. Nowadays when they came back home even for a short visit, as I said, it was like they'd come back from the dead or something. As an artist, I felt kind of inadequate – it was pretty clear I was never going to reach the same levels of financial success as they had, but I hoped to achieve something in my field to make them and myself proud.
I looked at myself in the now sparkling clean surface. I was just a regular girl, not some gorgeous and wildly successful venture capitalist or CEO like my steps, but just like this mirror, I cleaned up pretty good. I decided to put in a little extra effort for their arrival. Not so much that it became obvious, but I wanted them to see the sexy chick I could coax out of myself when I was inspired to.
"Alexa," I heard my mom call. "Are you done there yet? The boys will be here in two hours! I want everything to be perfect for them and your father!" For my father! He wasn't my father, he was theirs. My father hadn't been in the picture for decades. But it was typical of her, as long as she had what she wanted, she would continue to see things in whatever way suited her best. I polished the last spot off the mirrored glass, leaning in, my hair falling over the tops of my breasts. I opened my lips in what I hoped was a seductive way, thinking of what Darren might see when he looked at me, how Damien's lips would feel on mine. I sighed heavily. Why did the most forbidden men in my life have to be so hot?
After the food was all prepared and I luxuriated awhile in the shower, I picked out the top I knew clung to my breasts and waist in the most alluring way. I sprayed myself with the signature perfume I had worn even since living with the boys, and pulled on stockings, a skirt and heels. I hoped it wouldn't seem over the top to the boys for a family dinner, but at the same time, it had been a while, and I wanted to look nice, right? That was enough of an excuse. I smoothed the skirt, running my palms over the soft curves of my ass. Would they notice me?
I sat with my parents, waiting for the sound of their cars to arrive. Damien still drove a cheap car - for his standards, at least. For me it would be a ridiculous indulgence, but he could afford whatever he wanted. His current ride looked like an antique overgrown Hot Wheels or something. He had a proper driver for his important engagements, but he loved tooling around that loud monstrosity of a Dodge. Darren was the opposite, piloting a fine Italian sportscar, a Pagani. It was worth over a million. The sounds of each vehicle were unmistakeable, so when they arrived we were waiting at the door. Seeing them unwind their bodies out of their cars nearly took my breath away. Darren was in a beautifully cut suit, his shoulders massive and his face clean shaven, while Damien was in perfectly fitted jeans and a cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up. You could see a hint of a tattoo peeking from under his cuff. My breath caught in my throat as I wondered what other nasty surprises he had up his sleeve.
As they greeted me, Darren's kiss was perfectly smooth and silky on my cheek, while Damien's was scratchy with the perfect amount of stubble - it was carved to bring out his cheekbones and the darkness in his eyes. Did he hold my arm a little too long when he was saying hello, or was that just wishful thinking on my part? I couldn't tell anymore, since there was nobody I could talk to about it. Feeling a bit flushed and silly, it was hard to hide my reaction to him. But hide it I must. Everyone would be shocked to hear that I had a crush on not one step, but both. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as our folks ran off to pour them a welcome-home drink - two bourbons on the rocks. Darren looked at me kindly.
"Hey girl, how are you? It's been way too long! Have things been good?" The warmth in his eyes made my heart leap a bit. I hadn't expected to react so strongly to him, either. "You're looking fabulous."
"And you smell good, Alexa," said Damien. "Just the same as you always did. Brings back memories!" As he said it, he leaned in ostensibly for a hug, but then he pinched my butt, twisting the flesh ever so slightly to make it hurt that much more. I yelped, and Damien grinned. "Yep, lots of memories." Laughing, he blew by me and went to talk to our folks. I rubbed the spot on my butt, grimacing. "Well that'll leave a mark."
Darren scratched the back of his neck, shaking his head before breaking into a smile. "Same old Damien," he said. "That guy will never change. Good thing he's so successful, otherwise I would worry about him. Speaking of worrying, you doing all right here with the 'rents? Because if not, you can tell me. We can easily figure something out - not trying to brag, but it's not like money's a problem. If you need anything, you tell me or Dam, ok?"
His care after Damien's callousness always made me want to swoon. It wasn't the first time that I wondered what it would be like if we were in bed together. One nasty, one nice. Good cop, bad cop. I used to catch myself thinking that all the time when I was younger, and the idea still made me shudder in a wash of tingles.
Memories. Yep, that was the truth - they were coming back in a flood. A flood. I flushed to remember when I was super hot and bothered by something one of them said or did when they lived here, I used to hog the shower massager, pressing the hot wet vibrations to my center. I'd imagine Darren's mouth on me while dream Damien violated me from behind. Damien would be reaching around to tug on my nipples while Darren tried to kiss and bite them. I guess I was a dirty girl, but in my fantasies about the twins, nothing was off-limits. I didn't need to care about consequences, or anything. And of course, nothing would ever happen in real life right? So it didn't matter. We would just go about our lives as if I didn't retreat to the shower several times a week, imagining wrapping my thighs around one of their heads or dreaming about the other practically choking me with his massive member as I was getting eaten out. It made me blush just to think about how far my fantasies went. And was it returned?
When one of them stayed in the shower too long I always wondered, were they thinking of me? Was there any chance that my hot steps were trying to control their desire for me too? Darren would be a romantic, sensuous lover, who always made sure his woman came first, multiple times, and hard. Damien would be selfish, but would consider his abilities part of his honor as a man. He'd last forever, he'd stay hard as a rock, and he would always be ready and willing to move to the next level.
Chapter 2
Once I had talked to one of Damien's girlfriends at school. She clearly felt funny talking about their sex life, as did I, but she made it clear without saying directly, that Damien had a huge schlong. Which meant that Darren must too. It was pretty embarrassing to think about, but after I heard that I started to look up masturbation videos of dudes getting themselves off, and filtering for big cocks. Then I'd imagine both of them doing it in his room thinking of me. I shook my head, trying to stop thinking about them in that way. We were attending a family dinner for crying out loud.
Dinner was uneventful until Damien started to kick me under the table. Well, if you could call it kicking. It was more like aggressive footsie.
"Alexa is still looking for a job," said my mother airily during a lull in conversation.
"In my field," I added. I didn't want them to think we were trying to take advantage of their huge success to place me in a secretarial job somewhere. But it was difficult to find something in art. "The few galleries here don't need anyone right now. So until I get something I am going to have to just take what I can get, which right now is not too bad. I'm doing some waitress work right now."
"Why don't we fix that, Damien?" said Darren, looking at him sideways. "If she really wants to set something up we could make a small gallery in Manhattan, and set her up with a place to live. D&D Group needs some art on the walls and in the courtyard anyway. We could purchase some to liven up the place and she can sell it to us." My heart leapt. Would it be possible? I didn't want to take advantage, but that could really help me get started.
"Sure, no skin off my back," Damien said. His sock-clad foot that had been kicking mine sneaked its way up my leg, past my thigh, toward my crotch. I reached under the table and pushed it away. As much as I wanted him the last thing I needed right now was to get flustered at the table. And to think that I might be able to have my own gallery was almost as exciting as thinking about banging these hotties.
"Well then it's settled." Darren smiled at me in that way that made me melt. "You can meet us in NYC in a week. I'll have my assistant find you a place to live." My mother gaped.
"Are you sure, Darren? That's awfully kind of you!" She cried, looking grateful and impressed at the same time.
"I don't know what to say, guys, except for thank you," I added. "That sounds amazing to me. Are you sure?"
So that was the power of being a billionaire, I thought. Nothing was too difficult to achieve. No dream was out of bounds. You could do nearly anything, and even have almost anyone you want. But as Damien's leg snaked up my thigh again, I thought about what they say about being careful what you wish for. There had to be a cost. As I saw his eyes narrow and spark when they met mine, and his foot pressed into my soft thigh, I hoped I would be able to pay it.
Chapter 3
Really I didn’t have much choice. There was nothing in my hometown, and the possibility of success in NYC was too much to turn down. A week later the chill air of spring in Manhattan was filling my lungs. The airport was crowded, but as my brothers had planned it, we would all arrive at the same time. That way they could welcome me to New York and show me to my new apartment. The assistant had told me it was just above the fantastic gallery space she had secured in Chelsea, which by all accounts would be an incredible place to set up art shows. My mind reeled at the kind of money my brothers threw around. They even had found me an employee to take care of all my accounts and anything I needed help with in the gallery.
I was beyond excited - even scared. The hum of the city was nothing like what I had experienced at home. New York was filled with the energy of ambition and the high cost of failure, and if the latter happened, my brothers would cover me, but I was still nervous as if I failed, there would be no one to blame but myself.
Suddenly I felt arms wrapping around me, enclosing me in a big bear hug. If it didn't smell so strongly of my stepbrother's colognes, I probably would have screamed, being that wound up in a strange city. Instead, I enjoyed their embrace, loving the feeling of their two strong, manly bodies pressing me to them.
"Hey Alexa!" said Darren. "You made it!"
"You guys too! Great to see you and thanks so much!"
"You ok? You look a little flushed," said Damien, with a devilish look in his eye. What was he thinking? I nodded.
"Let's get to that apartment." Darren said. "I had Sophie furnish it - I hope you like what she's done."
"I can't wait!" Despite the traffic, we made it to the apartment relatively quickly. The driver pulled up and let us off in front of what looked like a gorgeous gallery space. The assistant was waiting for us out front, arms crossed and jumping from foot to foot in her little skirt and heels.
"Hey y'all. I didn't dress properly for this weather," she smiled. "Glad the heat's on in the apartment! Are you ready to see what I've done?"
We opened the door to a beautiful place, dark gray walls with white trim, wooden floors, modern furniture. Damien followed me a little too closely as I strode from room to room, so I shook my hips for his benefit. No reason the torment should just be one direction, right? He rewarded me with a big pinch on the ass. I could tell by the look in his eye that he was holding out though. I wondered what he would do if we were ever alone in this place. without the watchful eye of someone else to keep us in check. Just then Darren grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom.
"I wanted you to see this." He stretched a hand out, showing me the beautiful ensuite to the spacious main bedroom, Damien follow
ing. "This is a big deal here in Manhattan. You have two beds and two baths over your gallery! Do you love it?"
I squeezed his hand back. "It's gorgeous. The other bedroom can be a guest room and office, and i can sleep in this gorgeous room. Thank you guys so much!"
"You better behave, girl," winked Damien. "I don't want to hear about you getting up to any nasty business." The look in his eyes said one thing: that nastiness was exactly what he wanted me to be getting into, and with him.
"Well guys, I left some food for you as per request, so you can enjoy a nice home-cooked meal. Make sure you get in touch, Alexa, if you have any other questions or need help tomorrow. I am always here for you, thanks to your wonderful brothers!"
She sashayed out, leaving the keys, while I admired all her work setting up the apartment as liveable and slickly modern. Darren popped open the first of many bottles of wine, before starting up the stove to make some pasta.
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