Her Twin Stepbrothers

by Terry Towers

  He looked up from his computer and frowned at me. “What?”

  “Fifty grand. Would that give us enough money to renovate this place?”

  “I suppose. Yeah, fifty would be a decent start, maybe enough. Where do you plan on getting fifty grand? Our education funds combined are less than that, and I already told you that wasn’t an option, anyhow. We have just shy of ten grand in our savings, and the bar is running in the red.”

  I looked over at Sam and smiled, motioning to the computer screen. “What do you think?”

  He gave her a confused look. “Think about what?”

  Chewing at my lower lip, I shrugged. “This…” Maybe thinking like this was way too out of the box, but we needed to do something. It seemed like a perfect solution.

  “Porn?”

  “Yeah. We get the money from porn.” A blush formed on my cheeks as I pushed a strand of hair from my eyes. The initial excitement of the idea of the money left me, and the reality of what I was asking hit home. Was I really going to seriously suggest having sex with Eric and Sam on camera and posting it for a bunch of strangers to see?

  Sam looked at the computer screen and then back at me. “Maybe I had one too many beers tonight, but I’m really not following…”

  I took a deep breath in and slowly released it, deciding to just spell it out. I’d always been considered the wild, crazy one always coming up with one insane idea after another. Would they even seriously consider it? It certainly wouldn’t be my proudest moment, but this was our parents’ legacy we were talking about. It was one of the few things we had left that really meant something, aside from the house we shared. If things didn’t turn around, how long before we lost the house as well? Sam and Eric were both in their third year of their Engineering degrees, and they needed as much free time to study as possible, if they had to take on full-time jobs on top of that, it would kill their grades. The good thing about the bar was that they had the time to go to classes and study and work around that schedule.

  As crazy as it sounded, it made sense. And it’s not like people would know who we were. We’d just be a trio of people that they got off to. That’s it. I took a step back and examined Sam. He was hot, with dark hair that had an unruly, surfer look, and his jaw was chiselled and strong. And I’d seen his body when he’d walked around in just briefs—he had the body of a Greek god, and his dedication to the gym served him well. And while I’d never have admitted it to them before, I’d had a crush on them both from the moment their mother married my father, five years ago, when I was sixteen and they were eighteen. It had been a secret I’d kept heavily guarded, using hostility and sarcasm to compromise. But really, what was the purpose of keeping my attraction secret any longer?

  Okay, well, maybe there was a ton of reasons, but still…

  I shrugged. “You two are hot,” I began and motioned to myself. “And I’m not too bad, right?” Not to brag or anything, but I knew I wasn’t exactly homely. I never had issues with getting men.

  “And I’m still not following. We’re supposed to go out and find people to have sex with on cam?”

  “No,” I huffed, “Of course not.”

  “Good, because that wasn’t gonna happen.”

  “I meant us.”

  Sam sat down on the stool next to me, blinking. “Excuse me? I think someone might have slipped me something in my drink, because I think you just said you wanted me and Eric to film a porn, with you, to sell.”

  Upon hearing his name, Eric’s head perked up from his spreadsheets, and he stared blankly at the two of us. “What are you two going on about?”

  Sam shifted his attention to Eric, jerked his thumb towards me and laughed. “Andy said she wants us to film a porno.”

  The heat in my cheeks got hotter. The way Sam said it made it sound so…

  “But she’s not serious,” Eric stated.

  Both men looked at me, waiting for confirmation, their expressions bearing an element of disbelief. No doubt they thought I was either joking or off my rocker. All right, maybe my desperation was making me a little insane.

  I swallowed my pride and continued. I needed to make them see this wasn’t such a crazy idea. I really wanted them on board, or at least to think about it with an open mind. “Is it really all that out-there? I mean,” I trailed my index finger along Sam’s biceps. “I’ve seen the way you two look at me sometimes. You know, when you see me come out of the shower in a towel. Don’t say you’ve never thought about it, at least.”

  In truth, I hadn’t really noticed. I was totally talking out of my ass. If they’d had an attraction to me, they’d kept it well hidden. An embarrassed part of me had been disappointed they’d never seemed interested. Sure, we were stepsiblings, but really, we’d never really considered ourselves that—more like close friends. We were too old when our parents got hitched for us to think of each other as siblings, per se. We bickered like it sometimes, and sure, we cared for each other, and we’d become an especially tight trio after our parents' death, but we never referred to each other as sister or brother.

  Sam’s face reddened, and guilt flashed in his dark eyes. He had! My hopes soared, not just because it may help to make this idea happen, but because of my crush on my stepbrothers. I looked over at Eric, and even though he hadn’t been the one to be asked the question directly, I saw a look of guilt in his eyes as well. At least, until he averted his gaze back to the computer screen, muttering, “You’re crazy, Andrea,” as he turned.

  Turning back to Sam, I shot him a pleading look. “Come on Sam… it could be fun.”

  Chapter 2

  Sam

  I had no idea how to respond to her. Had I just entered some sort of messed-up dimension? Had someone actually spiked MY drink, and was I hallucinating this right now? Was this one of Andy’s games? Since the day of our parents' marriage, she seemed to have made it her hobby to have fun at me and my brother’s expense. Nothing horrible or scarring, just stupid little pranks. Could this just be one more of her pranks? It had to be. She’d get us to admit that we wanted her and then tease us relentlessly about it.

  She planted her hands on her hips, and her stunning, sapphire-blue eyes stared at me. I loved her eyes, I could stand there, lost in the brilliant color for hours. “Well, Sam. Come clean. You’ve thought about it, right?”

  I gave her a once-over, and my dick began to thicken again. I’d thought about it, alright. Hell, I’d masturbated to the thought of fucking her too many times to count. Although I wasn’t about to admit it to her. How could I admit that without sounding like the biggest pervert on the planet? What kind of guy wanted to fuck his stepsister?

  A messed up one, that’s who, a voice in the back of my head answered.

  “Jesus, Andy! What kind of messed up…”

  She took a step closer to me, leaving just a foot between us. I shifted uncomfortably on the stool. The smell of her lilac scented perfume drifted to my nose. It was an enticing smell. It was my favourite perfume of hers, and yes, I had all of the scents she wore memorized. Not sure why, I was hardly a woman’s perfume connoisseur, I just did. Cocking her head to the side, she flashed me a smile I know for a fact she normally reserved for the men she was trying to seduce. I’d seen it firsthand. I knew that smile because I’d seen her in action. Men fell for it every time—hook, line and sinker.

  Dammit, I was in trouble.

  “You’ve thought about it,” she pressed.

  Shifting again, I attempted to hide my rapidly growing erection. The last thing I wanted was her pointing it out—again. This time would be so much worse, since she’d assume it was for her. Shit, shit, shit. “That’s crazy. And even if it wasn’t… Porn, Andy, come on. Stop with the games. Funny joke, haha. Be serious.”

  She shrugged, and taking a last step, she closed the distance between us and leaned into me, brushing her lips along the side of my neck. What in the hell did she think she was doing? The touch sent a shiver of desire through me. “Come on, admit it,” she
whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. “I’ll be honest, I’ve thought about it.” Even though I knew Eric couldn’t hear, I couldn’t help but look in his direction to verify. He’d already lost interest in us and was engrossed in what he’d been doing previously.

  “This isn’t funny, Andy.”

  “I’m not joking.” She pulled back just slightly, her lips hovering over mine. Damn, I was so tempted to kiss her luscious lips. “I’ve thought about it so many times...”

  How much torture can a man take? I groaned inwardly. She was so damned sexy, and so close.

  “Quit it, Andrea,” Eric cut in, slicing through the tension between us. I released a sigh of relief when she turned her attention to my brother.

  “And what's your beef with the idea?”

  He closed his laptop and sighed, giving her an exasperated look. “You looking for a list of all the objections?”

  Crossing her arms over her chest, she nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

  My gaze lowered to her ass, firm and perfectly round under her “Daisy Duke” style jean shorts. Yeah, I’d happily fuck her—I just wouldn’t freely admit it. Those thoughts were planted firmly in my spank-bank fantasies.

  “First—and I think this might be the most valid reason—you’re my stepsister.”

  “It’s not like we’re blood relatives or anything. Geez.”

  “I have no interest in a bunch of perverts watching me double-team you with my brother.”

  She jerked her thumb in my direction. “He watches it.”

  Eric grinned. “My point exactly. Sam’s a fucking horny pervert.”

  Straightening on the stool I’d been perched upon, I jerked my chin towards Eric’s laptop. “Hey, man. Let’s get a look of what’s on your hard drive and browser history.”

  “And have you ever considered what this would do to our eventual careers, even if I were to humor you?”

  “The bar is our life, Eric,” she protested.

  “And if you decided to become a lawyer, for instance? Do you seriously think any law firm would hire you when you've got porn videos floating about out there? No. The answer is no. Sam and I might be okay, since we’re guys, and we're studying engineering. Double standard, but it is what it is. Even then, it could hurt our careers.”

  “I’ll worry about my own life. And we'll take the videos down as soon as we make enough money for the renovations.”

  “I don’t think you’re thinking reasonably about this, Andrea. You’re letting your emotions override your reason. And what about future relationships? Do you seriously think your future husband would be excited to hear his wife made a porno with her brothers? How awkward do you think family reunions will be? It’s one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever heard from you, and that’s saying a lot.”

  She looked over at me for backup, but I had no idea what to say that hadn’t already been said by my brother. If I were to be honest, I wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea, and a part of me got a thrill out of it, actually. But it wasn’t myself or my brother I was concerned about, it was Andy. And my brother brought up valid points, very valid points. It wasn’t going to happen and I knew by tomorrow Andy would realize how stupid it was as well.

  “Come on, Sam, back me up here.”

  I lifted my gaze and shrugged. “I don’t know, Andy. I think there has to be a better way.”

  “Fuck, Sam,” his brother cut in, “it’s just one of her endless list of schemes and half-baked ideas. There’s nothing to think about.”

  “Now you’re just being mean, Eric.” I gave my stepsister a sympathetic smile. Andy had been right on one account. Neither of us were as invested in the bar as she was. She’d grown up with the bar being the center of her family’s life, whereas we’d been dropped into it as teenagers. It wasn’t as though we didn’t care whether the bar thrived or failed. Of course we did, but it didn’t hold the same sentimental value for us as it did her. She’d lost everything that was dear to her. Her mother died when she was still a toddler, now her father was gone. She had no one close to her, aside from Eric and I.

  “I’m being realistic, Sam.”

  “Sam, back me up. Please.” She gave me a pleading look. God, she was making this hard on me. While Eric was good at being firm with her when she got one of her crazy ideas, she knew she had me wrapped around her pretty little finger and could usually convince me to rally for her. I had to say, our present relationship was a far cry from what it was when our parents first got married. Andy hated us back then, but as the years wore on, the bond between the three of us grew.

  “Andy… Even if we were able to get past all of the objections Eric brought up, what do you think would happen after we did this? Do you seriously think that we could all go back to the way things are now? The one thing I think would be even worse than losing the bar would be losing what we all have now—our family.” I reached out and took her hand. Her hand felt so soft and tiny in my larger one. “Do you get that?”

  Tears sprung to her eyes, and she took the few steps toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding herself tight to me. “I do,” she said seconds before the waterworks began. Oh god, not the tears. Her tears tore at my heart each time I saw them.

  “We’ve all lost a lot this past year, Andy. I’d lose the bar in a heartbeat before I lose you in my life.” Looking up, my gaze caught my brother's. Eric shrugged. Eric was the realist of our trio, always had been, and sometimes, he came off as a little abrupt, but that was just how my brother was. In situations like this, situations where we needed a reality check, I was grateful for my brother and the way he was.

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  Andrea

  I had no intention of letting off that easily. I may have been a lot of things, but a quitter wasn’t one of them. I’d found a potential lifeline, and by god, I was going to use it. I trusted Eric and Sam, I couldn’t say that about anyone else I knew. I was attracted to them, and as much as they wanted to deny it, the feeling was mutual. It had been something the three of us had been silently battling for years now. If you were a person to speculate, the bickering was because we were attracted to each other. If worse came to worst, I’d think of a plan B, there was always a plan B. But for now, plan A was what I was going to try and pursue.

  Walking through the back of the bar to the kitchen, I ran my fingers along the cool, stainless steel prep table as I made my way to one of the back rooms. I didn’t have many memories of my mother, since she had died when I was just five, but I had a few, and they all took place at this bar. Those memories I cherished above and beyond anything material I could ever own. I opened one of the cabinets, one of those types that went from the floor to nearly the ceiling. There were notches carved into the wood, roughly a few inches apart—give or take.

  “What are you doing, Andy? Eric wants to leave for the night.”

  I didn’t turn, keeping my stare locked on those notches. “I’ll make my own way home. I could use the walk.”

  He sighed. “Go on ahead, Eric, we’ll be along later,” Sam yelled out into the bar area. I couldn’t hear his reply, but Eric said something in return, and then I heard the front door opening and closing.

  “Okay, talk to me,” Sam said walking towards me. He stopped behind me, so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, which sent a shiver down my spine. “What’s that?”

  “You know how when parents mark their kids' growth on the wall of their bedroom.”

  “Sure.”

  I ran my fingers along the oak cabinet frame. “My parents would do it on this wall.” I turned and he took a step back, giving me room. “I don’t remember much about my mother, but my memories of her are all here. She’d play ring-around-the-rosy with me on the dance floor.” My eyes scanned the kitchen area, landing on the door leading to the main office. “While Mom and Dad worked the bar, I’d be out back in the office, coloring. If Mom had some time, she’d come out back and read to me. That’s all I remember of her, and it’s all here.�
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  “We’ll figure a way to make this work, Andy.” Sam touched my cheek, his dark eyes looking down into mine. “There’s got to be a way.”

  “There is, but you guys won’t help me.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and clung to him, seeking out his strength. This moment wasn’t about seduction; I legitimately needed his strength to draw on.

  Sliding his hand to the back of my neck, Sam pulled me into him, his chin resting on the top of my head. “We’re not saying no to be assholes, Andy. We don’t want you to lose the bar. But we’re trying to look out for you. Once something is online, it’s online forever. Do you really want being in a porn with your stepbrothers hanging over your head like some dark cloud for the rest of your life?” He pulled back but kept me within arm’s length, his hands grasping my forearms. “You’ll… No, we’ll find another way.”