Her Twin Stepbrothers

by Terry Towers

  I looked up into his eyes. Sam and Eric were the worst twins ever, polar opposites. Sam was a bit of a bad boy. He was impulsive, and he went through women at an alarming rate, whereas his brother was always thinking ahead and tended towards intense, long-term relationships. My gaze lowered to the two-inch scar along Sam’s jawline, courtesy of a motorcycle accident when he was eighteen. Despite the accident, he was back on his bike the next day. Despite his flaws, there was one thing I really had to admire him for: his ability to get up, dust himself off and get right back into the ring again.

  “You know, Sam, there’s a saying: the past is history, the future is a mystery, and the only thing we have control of the present. And at present, we need money to save this bar. When this bar is turning a profit again, then I’ll worry about the fallout of my actions.” I was fairly confident that I could get Sam on board, if not for the excitement of the whole thing then because I knew he had a soft spot for me that ran much deeper than the physical attraction I knew he had towards me.

  “I just don’t know, Andy…”

  “To be honest, this bar is what I expected to be doing for a living. It’s part of the reason I haven’t settled on a major. The only desire I have is to run this place and eventually pass it down.”

  “And what about when you meet that man of your dreams, who sweeps you off your feet?”

  I raised a skeptical eyebrow at him; I seriously didn’t expect that happening anytime soon. I simply didn’t have a good track record with men. “What about him?”

  “What are you going to do when he comes across your porn movie one day when he’s finding something to jack off to?” He cocked a brow up at me. When I didn’t respond straight away, he added, “And let’s not forget the kicker that the men double teaming you just happen to be your stepbrothers. How fast do you think that man will run for the door? I’m thinking pretty fucking fast.”

  “I don’t care about that.”

  “And we don’t even know if we have chemistry or not.” A grin spread across his lips, and his eyes took on a mischievous gleam. “Let’s face it, you’re pretty heinous looking. I mean, bag-over-your-head gross. I don’t even know if I’d be able to get it up!”

  I bit down on my lower lip, not wanting to give him the benefit of my laughter, but it was impossible to keep a straight face. “You’re such a jerk.”

  “I’m just being honest.”

  “Hardly, you’re lying.”

  He cocked a brow up at her. “Is that a fact?” I saw a little something in his eyes, a challenge, maybe?

  Suddenly, I was nervous. It was one thing to taunt him and push him as far as I could and relish the sight of him squirming, but entirely another for it to happen. Maybe the guys were right, that crossing that line was too far. Just another crazy idea to add to my list of crazy ideas.

  Sam palmed my cheek, running his thumb along my lower lip. Staring up at him, I could see the hunger begin to develop in his eyes. “Not such a good idea after all, little sister?” He tilted his head slightly, eyeing me with more intensity. I now knew why women lined up to give him their panties. When he turned on the charm like he was with me now, it made my body come alive with need.

  “I’m not really your sister,” I replied, my voice husky as my own desire began to grow, my body beginning to tremble ever so slightly from the anticipation. His lips drew closer, less than an inch away, and the sweet smell of peppermint drifted to my nose, thanks to all the peppermint gum he tended to chew. I could be anywhere, doing anything, and as soon as I smelt peppermint, I’d think of him. Every. Single. Time. Was he going to kiss me? Now? What was he waiting for? Shit, he expected me to make the contact. The trembling within me intensified, I was actually scared. Of what? Him? Me? Ruining everything?

  What if the guys were right? Was the bar worth losing them?

  God, it was a stupid idea. I should never have thought of it. I’d find another way.

  My mind refocused on the dilemma at hand. I wanted to kiss him. But I shouldn’t. But I wanted to, dammit, I wanted to!

  Just when I found the courage to go for it, he stepped back and gave me a wink. “I knew you didn’t have the guts to kiss me.” He took another step back. “And let’s face facts, little sister, if you can’t even kiss me, how are you ever going to be able to suck my cock on camera?” Even though his tone was teasing, his words hit home. I was hardly a shy person, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier between us.

  Pulling myself up to my full height, lifting my chin, attempting to prove to both him and myself that the thought of being with him didn’t scare me, I replied, “I could.”

  Sam chuckled and shook his head. “No, you couldn’t.” He turned and began walking across the kitchen heading towards the exit which lead to the front of the bar. “Let’s start walking home. We’ll figure something out, Andy. Don’t worry.”

  I can do this. I can prove it to him. To myself.

  “Sam, wait.” Just go for it. Find out for sure, I coached myself as I rushed after him. Sam turned towards me as I came up behind him. Without allowing myself to time overthink it and chicken out, I slid her arms up his chest, lacing my fingers behind his neck, stretched up against him, and brushed my lips across his.

  His body became as stiff against me, his lips unresponsive, no doubt in as much shock over the fact I was actually attempting to kiss him as I was. I was equally shocked, but I’d gained the courage to do it. “You know, it’s easier when the other person joins in.” Keeping my arms around his neck, I pulled back just enough to look up into his eyes and a self-satisfied smirk spread across my lips, the look of shock in his expression was absolutely priceless. If the worst were to happen, then I’d blow it off as me simply messing around.

  “I… Ummm.”

  “As usual, big talk, but no follow through.” Satisfied I’d made my point, I started to pull back from him, only to have him encircle me within his arms, pulling me flush against him. A soft gasp escaped me seconds before his lips came crashing down onto mine. His lips were surprisingly soft as they brushed across mine, tugging my lower lip into his mouth. The pleasing scent of his aftershave drew me in, and I found myself letting go, my body sinking into his and my lips responding.

  Moaning softly against him, he took the invitation to slip his tongue between my parted lips, searching out mine. The feel of his tongue as it danced with mine was like a jolt of electric pleasure rocketing through me. I’d forgotten who he was and why I’d initiated the kiss to begin with—all that mattered was the feel of his hard body as he spun me around and pressed me against the wall, the ridge of his rapidly thickening cock pressing into my stomach, spiking my arousal.

  My fingers dug into his shoulders, and another soft moan escaped me as I wrapped my leg around his hips, pulling him tighter, grinding my pelvis against the bulge in his pants. Grasping my upper thigh, he moved with me a low groan escaping his lips as he pulled away enough to nip at my lower lip again.

  Holy fuck I want him! I couldn’t believe the thought sprang into my head, but it did. If I were to be completely honest with myself, I’d wanted him and Eric for a long time. Yes, I wanted him, and there was no denying the wetness beginning to dampen my panties or the soft throbbing that had ignited between my legs.

  Sam’s hand slipped into my locks, and I yelped as he fisted my strands and gently pulled my head back, exposing the soft ivory flesh of my neck. His kisses frantically worked their way along my jaw to my neck. He bit lightly at my neck, sending a surge of pleasure and yearning through me. I bucked against his groin harder, my arousal going wild thanks to the feel of my panties as they worked their way between my wet folds and rubbed my clit.

  “God, Andy,” he groaned softly, his lips working their way down the side of my neck, each nip sending another shiver through me. “You have no idea…” his voice trailed off as he pulled to look down at me.

  I opened my mouth to speak—this was Sam! What in the hell were we doing? But all thought left me again as he g
round his rock-solid cock against me once again, the friction causing a wave of pleasure through me. Moaning softly, my fingers gripped his shoulders tighter as I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall, savouring the ripples of pleasure.

  “This is insane, Andy,” he whispered, his lips nipping at my neck again as his fingers slipped under the leg of my shorts and under the lace of my panties. As his fingertips slipped between my wet folds, I thought I might explode with need. I couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, I’d gotten this turned on, to the point of coming, just from grinding against a man.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He thrust a finger into me, and I cried out, resting my head against his shoulder and moving against him, indulging in his finger stroking my inner wall. Damn, he was so good, he seemed to know exactly what I needed to bring me to my breaking point.

  This can’t be happing. It can’t. The thoughts came racing through my mind but were quickly dismissed as another wave of pleasure rushed through me. But it was and I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. My body was trembling, my pussy clenching around his probing finger. The need was too much, tears forming in my eyes as I waited for the sweet relief. Gripping his shoulders as if my life depended on it, I held tight to him. My body couldn’t take the sweet torture another moment and with a final thrust of his finger, into my core I exploded. My teeth bit into his shoulder, stifling my scream as my body convulsed against his as I was finally granted relief, a gush of my honey greeting his finger.

  “Sam. Sam. Oh God, Sam. I— ” I felt light-headed, my mind feeling like mush as relief washed over me.

  “Are you okay, Andy? I’m sorry if I—” Still holding onto me, Sam removed his finger from my core, and took a small step back, keeping me in his embrace. I was grateful to him, unsure if I could stand on my own without his strong body for me to cling to.

  A slew of emotions suddenly took hold of me, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling my cheeks burning, and I didn't want to look up into his eyes for fear I’d see judgement in them. Sure, what happened was the result of what both of us had done, but I still couldn’t help the feelings washing over me; excitement, embarrassment, relief, confusion. So many emotions I didn’t want to have and no clue how to process them. My stepbrothers had been right, this was a bad idea—a bad, bad idea. It was going to ruin everything.

  But dammit, it felt so good. I didn’t answer. But held tighter to him, the tears spilling from my eyes and onto his shirt. His body froze against mine for a split second before relaxing. Kissing the top of my head, he began stroking my hair. The gesture was soothing and helped calm the emotions overwhelming me.

  “It’ll be okay, Andy, I promise.”

  I sniffed once I felt sure the tears were done, and I pulled away from him. “Let’s go home.” I couldn’t look at him as I turned away, I just couldn’t.

  “Andy?”

  Not answering, I grabbed my purse from the back table and left. I heard Sam following a few steps behind me but refused to wait up or face him. I had no idea what to say.

  Eric was right, I was being stupid, so stupid. We were going to lose everything, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. I’d never felt so confused and powerless in my life.

  Chapter 3

  Eric

  From the living room where I was watching a hockey game, I heard the front door being thrown open and slamming against the coat closet. I sighed. Andrea was home. I could tell by the click-clack of her heels on the tiled hallway flooring. A few seconds later, I watched as she stormed past the archway leading to the living room and up the stairway to the second floor, not even so much as casting a glance in my direction.

  Alright then.

  Next, I heard the heavy footsteps of who I presumed to be my brother entering the house and then watched as he came into view. Sam paused at the entrance to the living room, looked in, and gave me a weak smile. He then looked up the stairwell, his expression distraught.

  “She still pissed over the porno idea?” I asked. Surely she worked on Sam while they were alone.

  “Not exactly.”

  “Huh? Then what’s her problem now?” It’s not that I wasn’t sympathetic to her being upset, but I was a realist, simple as that. Ever since our parents died, I’d more or less taken on the role of head of the household, and I took that responsibility very seriously. Sam and I may have been twins, but Sam didn’t think of the future, he lived in the now. It may be a fun way to live life, but it was hardly responsible.

  Sam thrust a hand into his hair, took one more look at the stairwell gave his head a shake, and then entered the living room to seat himself next to me on the sofa. “She’s just concerned over the bar. It means so much to her.”

  “It means a lot to all of us. But you can’t change the reality just because you don’t like it.”

  “Yeah.” He focused his attention to the hockey game a moment. “What’s the score?”

  “Five-one, New York.”

  Nodding, Sam grabbed the extra bottle of beer that I’d set aside for myself. “What do you think of this idea of hers?”

  “What idea?” Following Sam’s lead, I grabbed his half-empty bottle and guzzled the contents. I was going to have to go get more from the fridge. I sighed. Was it too much to ask to have a quiet, uneventful evening before retiring for the night?

  “The porn.”

  Nearly choking on my beer, I gave my brother a bewildered look. Had Andrea convinced him to take her idea seriously? “I think it’s a fucking stupid idea, that’s what I think. And if she somehow managed to convince you to consider it, then you’re as nuts as she is.”

  Sam flashed me a sheepish smile. “Yeah, but don’t you think it would be fun to share a girl. Just once.”

  “No. Fuck no. Why would I want my ball sack rubbing against yours? Let’s not even forget the fact the chick in question is our stepsister.”

  “Yeah, no.” Sam’s eyes shifted back to the television, pretending to be engrossed in the play. I knew otherwise. “It’s a stupid idea, I was just running it past you.”

  “Has she actually got you thinking about it?” I had always suspected Sam had a thing for Andrea, and from the day we’d moved into the house I’d thought it. All Andrea had to do was give Sam a sexy little smile and flirt a little, and Sam would turn into a love-struck puppy.

  “It would be a solution to the problem.”

  “You’re sounding as crazy as she does.”

  “It’s money. We need money.”

  “We need a stable future. We need to think about how our reputations would be pulled through the mud. We need to think about how our own wives would feel about seeing Andy at family reunions when they knew there was porn videos circulating highlighting how we double-teamed our sister.”

  “Stepsister,” Sam corrected.

  “Whatever.”

  “I just think…”

  Leaning forward, I stared at Sam. “Look, I know you’ve had a thing for Andrea for a while. I’ve never mentioned it, but I know.”

  Sam huffed. “Whatever, man. Who’s the fucking crazy one now?”

  “Who are you trying to kid? I know. I’m not stupid. I’ve seen the way she can manipulate you. All she has to do is give you that little smile she gives guys when she wants her way and you cave.”

  “She doesn’t manipulate me. And it kinda pisses me off that you’d say she does. I’m not some teenager with a hard-on over some chick.” Sam directed his attention back to me and flashed me an annoyed glare.

  “No. You’re twenty-three years old with one over your stepsister.”

  “Maybe I think her idea merits a little consideration, despite all of the drawbacks. Just because we don’t plan on running the bar for a living doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice to have it as a failsafe. And she does want to run it for a living. She’s lost so much, how can we let her lose this too?”

  “You want my honest opinion?”

  “Not really.” Sam’s jaw
clenched as he stood.

  “I think we should cut our losses and sell the place before we can’t get a thing for it and go bankrupt. We sell, and maybe it’ll be enough to keep us going until we’re finished college.”

  “You know, I think Andy’s right. You don’t give a shit about the bar—not really.”

  Sitting back on the sofa, I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. Why, oh why, couldn’t they see the reality of the situation? Why couldn’t they just accept it and move on. It’s not like it’s a decision I took lightly. I did care, but sometimes, people had to be the bad guy for the good of those he loved. “Losing the bar is as sure as the tide, man, that’s all I’m saying. It’s not a matter of caring for the bar, it’s a matter of getting your head out of the clouds and facing reality. Both of you.”