Twins for Brother's Best Friend

by Sofia T Summers

  “Are you sure? You seem a little unsure?”

  “Well…” I glanced at the doctor. I was allowed to speak my mind after all, right? Now was the opportunity to do that, and by the sounds of it, this would be the only time I could say something or ask what I wanted to ask. I would not let these men bully me. “This procedure does seem a little evasive, especially since I have never had any problems. I don’t mind it; I just want to know whether it will affect my fertility later on in life.”

  “Not at all, Greta. Your fertility will not be affected in any manner. Many surrogates have done these procedures more than once, and they have had their own children without any complications,” the doctor assured me. “The procedure is very safe, but as you say, a little ‘drastic.’”

  “But necessary, right, Dr. Fowler?” Isaac asked. “To make sure that everything goes according to plan, within the timeline.”

  I quickly turned to face Isaac, throwing daggers at him with my eyes, wondering whether he was being an asshole on purpose or being completely ignorant of my feelings. It was clear that he was only interested in getting things done, whether or not I was on board. He was in such a rush – for God knew what reason. He had no time to waste, no room for error. This was annoying me!

  “Anything else, Greta?”

  “No, everything is clear. I understand,” I answered, but with clenched teeth. “Let’s do it.”

  The doctor nodded and closed the file on his desk. “Alright then. I’ll have my receptionist call you with an appointment next week, then we can do another ultrasound and get this ball rolling.”

  “Absolutely,” Isaac said and looked at me with a bright smile. I forced a smile too, not to satisfy him, but to curb my anger and annoyance, which was mostly on myself for being so stupid to agree to something like this. To give up the only thing I had – my body.

  7

  Isaac

  That went better than I thought it would.

  The fertility doctor had explained everything so well, and I was glad that Greta was still on board, especially after hearing about what she’d have to endure to have this kid. Ouch! Some of those procedures had me scared!

  We left the fertility clinic and walked over to my SUV in the parking lot. I’d offered to drop her back to her place, so I opened the passenger door and she climbed in quietly.

  Driving out of the parking lot, I attempted to lighten the mood, “That was a lot of info.” But she did not say anything. That concerned me a little.

  “I hope it wasn’t a little too much for you to take in. It was a little overwhelming for me, so I can only imagine how you felt. All the talk about the needles made me a little uncomfortable. I can’t even imagine having to go through something like that.”

  “Right,” she simply remarked.

  “You didn’t say a lot in there. Are you okay?” I asked and glanced at her. She was staring out the window, but turned to look at me now.

  “Would you be fine if you’d just heard that someone wants to suck out your eggs with some kind of needle?” she asked.

  I gripped the steering wheel tighter and gulped nervously. It was a scary thing to think about, which I hadn’t really considered. “I’m a little nervous about it.”

  “Good! But don’t worry ‘coz your part is easy,” she muttered, crossing her arms across her chest.

  “Look, I know you’re probably freaking out right now, but everything is going to be okay. I’ll be there in the room with you if you want me there. You can hold my hand as tight as you want. I just need you to be on board with this. I really need you, Greta.”

  “I’m surprised you even care about how I feel!”

  “Of course, I care about how you feel. What are you talking about?” I frowned.

  “You and your doctor buddy were so busy talking about business, you didn’t really give me a chance to be a part of the conversation,” she pointed out.

  “But we were talking to you the whole time,” I defended.

  “No, you weren’t. You were talking about me, at me, not having a discussion with me. You were talking about my eggs and my tubes and my uterus. He told you about the whole procedure and you didn’t look at me once or consulted me about whether in vitro was the best option for both of us! I am the one getting poked and prodded, having needles stuck into me. Having my eggs retrieved, fertilized and then stuck back in! I am not a fucking piece of meat!” she spat.

  “Are you saying that you don’t want to do this anymore?” I exclaimed.

  “I just want to be consulted about things, and not just talked about like I wasn’t even in the room. I might be your surrogate, Isaac, but I am still a human being!”

  “The stakes are too high to fuck around right now, Greta,” I insisted, my voice rising, and I realized how desperate I must be sounding right now. But I was desperate.

  “We’ve got to have this baby as soon as we can, no complications, and no drama,” I continued.

  “You can’t just snap your fingers and expect that I’m gonna get pregnant, just like that,” she retorted. “It doesn’t really work that way, Isaac. Though there is no medical problem that prevents me from getting pregnant, things don’t always go according to plan. You can’t control everything!”

  “Oh my God! I don’t need this shit from you right now, Greta,” I exclaimed, turning into Greta’s street as I passed the park next to her house. The light turned red and I stopped the car. “We are having this baby, which means we do things my way, and that’s final.”

  “Go fuck yourself, Isaac!” she muttered angrily.

  To my shock, she opened the car door and climbed out. She slammed the door hard and stormed off to the sidewalk.

  “Greta! What the fuck?” I lowered the passenger window and shouted, “Get back in the car!”

  When the light turned green, I pulled over and parked my SUV on the curb. Quickly climbing out of the car, I ran toward Greta, who was continuing her relentless march to her apartment.

  “Greta, stop!” I called after her. “You’re acting like a crazy person.”

  “I’m not crazy,” she turned back and yelled.

  What the hell was the matter with her? I seriously had no idea why she was acting this way, but I continued to follow after her.

  Though she was much shorter than me, I was amazed at how fast she was walking and I was struggling to keep up with her. I followed her as she ducked into a narrow opening in the wrought-iron fence of the park. “Greta, where the hell are you going?”

  “Away from you!” I heard her shout over her back. “Stop following me!”

  I squeezed through the opening and ran to catch up to her. “Greta,” I growled as I reached for her hand and grabbed it. I spun her around and she glared at me.

  “Let go of me. I swear to God, I will scream.”

  “Can you stop overreacting for a minute?” I asked.

  “I am not overreacting, Isaac,” she growled at me. “I am trying to tell you how I feel. If you cared so much about what I felt, then you would listen to me.”

  I pursed my lips and let go of her hand. She moved back a few steps. “Fine, tell me.”

  She drew in a deep breath. “I don’t appreciate you treating me like I don’t matter. Not now, and not seven years ago. I may not have mattered to you back then, but if you want me to help you now, then I need to know that I matter to you.”

  Her words took me by surprise. Now, I took a step back and drew in a few deep breaths. I couldn’t believe that she would think that she didn’t matter to me. But bringing up the past now was painful because I didn’t know that she had felt this way for so long. I didn’t know that had I made her feel like she didn’t matter to me when we had hooked up. I had been under the impression that she had wanted me only that one time. She had never given me an indication that she wanted more.

  I dropped my arms to the sides. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” I said, trying to sound as sincere as I could.

  “Which ti
me?” she pouted and crossed her arms, her eyes full of resentment and sadness.

  “Both times. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel as if you didn’t matter, or don’t matter,” I answered. “Because you do. You matter to me. You’ve always mattered.”

  “You sure have a funny way of showing it,” she remarked, raising an eyebrow to mock me.

  “I don’t want us to fight and I don’t want us to bicker like a bunch of idiots. I’m sorry that I didn’t consult you, or ask you if you were okay with everything. I can be an idiot sometimes—”

  “Only sometimes?” she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

  “I’m a guy, I can’t help it,” I shrugged my shoulders. Greta pursed her lips.

  “I’m sorry, I really am, but I need you to understand that I am under a lot of pressure. I have no idea what I am doing, even though I pretend to. I’ve always been like that. Cool and calm on the surface, but freaking out on the inside. You’re the opposite of that. You show your emotions and you’re entitled to feel and have an opinion. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you in there. You’ve always been able to talk to me with ease, and I’ll listen to you, no matter what. You know that.”

  Greta’s eyes softened, though there was still sadness in them. I took a step forward, looking at her with pleading eyes, and her arms dropped down to her sides. I reached out my hand, lightly touching her shirt, and slid my arm around her waist, holding her softly. She brought her hand up and rested it on my forearm, looking at me with slight confusion. With my free hand, I touched her chin lightly, leaned in, and kissed her lips.

  They tasted so sweet and made me realize that I had been missing the touch of her lips for so long! Seven whole years!

  Greta wrapped her arms wrapped around my shoulders, closing the space between us, and we kissed each other with passion. It seemed as if she was also thinking back to our fateful kiss so many years ago, and was relishing in having to experience it again. She parted her lips further to let me kiss her deeply, and I did exactly that.

  I let my hands slip down to her hips, and lower further, so that my hands were now grabbing her ass. I squeezed it and a soft moan escaped her throat. I pulled her in tighter, pressing her against me, and ensuring that there was no space between us now. I could also feel the throbbing of my rock hard erection, making me desperately want her. I wanted her right now!

  My hands slid under her shirt, and the heat of her skin prickled the nerve endings in my fingers. I was happy that she didn’t stop me and let me touch her all over. After all, I didn’t want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.

  She moaned again as my hands cupped her breasts and I gave it a tight squeeze. Jerking her head away, she gave me a sly smile and turned her head to offer me her neck. I muzzled my face between her collarbone and began kissing her skin with urgency. I then lowered my free hand down the front of her jeans, sliding inside them with ease. It was as if my fingers remembered where to go, and what to do. And Greta was already wet. I smiled at that old memory as I pushed my hand down further and slid my fingers inside her. Greta let out a soft gasp.

  To return the favor, she slipped her hands to the front of my pants and undid them urgently. The excitement and heat of the moment made my pulse go higher. Once she’d undid my pants, she crouched down and made me go blind with passion. Leaning back against a tree trunk, it was me now who let out a moan as her lips grazed my erect cock. I exhaled to compose myself and not let my knees buckle under me because of the pleasure.

  Using her hands to maneuver herself into a rhythm, Greta slid my cock in and out of her mouth with such gentle pleasure that I started seeing stars. Her lips were sending explosions through my whole body. Slowly, she increased her speed and I couldn’t help myself from moaning uncontrollably! I glanced down at her, knelt before me, and I reached out to hold her head for balance. The other free hand gripped around the tree trunk to steady myself. The desire for her was pulsing through me rapidly, consuming me in a fire I didn’t know how to quench.

  “Oh my God!” I exclaimed softly.

  She looked up at me, while my cock was still in her mouth, moving her lips vigorously all over me. I couldn’t resist anymore.

  “Get up,” I ordered.

  Slowly, she slid my cock out of her mouth and gave me a sly smile. As she rose up, I quickly spun her around and pressed her against the tree. I pulled her out of her jeans, throwing them to the side, and ripped out her panties in a blind passion. Then, I slid my hands down her bare skin and rubbed her clit, which made her breathing even more ragged. She reached up to undo the buttons of her shirt, and I caught sight of her beautiful tits, enveloped in a light pink lace bra.

  “They’re even better than I remember,” I said in a low tone.

  Panting, she smiled and said, “I could say the same about your cock.”

  I looked at her, her hazel eyes filled with desire and I continued to rub her clit, sliding my fingers deeper each time. She was to the point of screaming with pleasure.

  “You’re going to make me beg for it again, aren’t you?” she asked hoarsely.

  I pressed my forehead against hers and nodded, our lips touching slightly.

  “Take it,” she whispered. “Just take it.”

  She’d said that to me seven years ago. My body tensed up in the anticipation. “Oh, I plan to.”

  8

  Greta

  Isaac stared at me with an intense, burning desire. His fingers were buried deep inside me, his thumb stroking my clit. I desperately wanted him inside me, so I lowered my hand down to his cock. I gripped it tight, stroking it with the right amount of pressure.

  He exhaled slowly, moved closer to me and kissed me with the same hunger that I had had when I had seen him after seven years. But the kiss was brief, as Isaac pulled me away from the tree and spun me around, so that my back was to him. He pressed his hand against my back, and as I bent over, he continued to stroke my clit from behind.

  “Oh my God…” I panted, as I felt the tip of his cock slowly slide into me. I quickly grabbed onto the tree with both hands to steady myself.

  My hips instinctively tilted upward as his cock slid fully inside my wet pussy. I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He was gripping my hips with both hands and beginning to thrust himself inside me. Slow at first, but then deeper, faster, and harder.

  I wasn’t sure if it was the fresh air or the thrill of being seen or heard, but my senses were on fire! I hadn’t realized until now how badly I had wanted this. Wanted Isaac. My desire was so maddening that I felt I’d scream out loud for the whole world to hear!

  I heard him moan as his thrusts became faster, his fingers still working at my clit. My body began to contract as I felt an orgasmic pleasure run through me, and I moaned loudly.

  All of a sudden, Isaac’s arms were around me, and he spun me again, but gently helped me lay down on the grass. He kneeled down and hoisted my legs up to his own, and penetrated me again. His hands reached out and squeezed my breasts, twirling my hard nipples, making my back arch up with pleasure. Then, he leaned in closer and kissed me. I slid my fingers under his shirt, feeling the ripple of his muscles as he moved inside me.

  Isaac held my hand against his chest as he thrust even harder in me.

  “Oh God…” I panted. Just as I was close to coming, Isaac was reaching the edge of his pleasure. He vigorously thrust his cock inside me, and groaned loudly. His whole tensed up for the final push, and he pushed a final hard thrust, his body making a slapping sound against mine because of the wetness of my pussy and his cock. Having climaxed together, we looked at each other, time having stopped around us and making us feel as if we were the only two people in this world.

  His breathing was ragged and raspy. He rested his hands on my knees and cocked his head as if to say something.

  But he didn’t.

  I got worried as the expression on his face changed from that of absolute pleasure to one full of concern. It made me feel like he was regrett
ing the sex already. And my suspicion was confirmed when he moved away from me quickly and stood up, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.

  I looked up at the sky, the clouds passing over, the trees surrounding us, and let out a soft sigh. This had been better than our first time. Of course, I was no longer a virgin and we’d both become better at having sex. I wondered whether he remembered our first time as well as I did. Then I realized that it was silly of me to assume that he’d remember all the details. He had other things to occupy his mind than silly teenage fantasies.

  That is when reality started to set in, because I realized that this time was also not particularly special for him. I exhaled slowly and my mind filled with dread, as I understood that what I was feeling now was exactly what I had felt back then, seven years ago, as I walked back to my bedroom from the upstairs bathroom. It was the feeling of sweet release, but also the bitter realization that it would be the last time I’d ever get to feel like that.

  Had I been wrong to seduce my brother’s best friend in our house, in the middle of the day, while my brother was downstairs? Maybe.

  Had it been worth it? Absolutely!

  Or so I’d thought.

  I remembered lying down on my bed and burying my face in my green pillow, pulling my polka-dot blanket over my head. Although I had felt happy and ecstatic from the post-orgasm euphoria, I was also saddened by the finality of it all.

  In the present, I sat up and reached for my pants, suddenly overcome by the urge to get out of here as quickly as I could. This had clearly been a mistake, a moment of weakness. Of course, I had enjoyed it, but it was still a mistake.

  To my side, Isaac had also pulled up his pants and I felt his eyes on me as I dressed again. I stood up and buttoned my shirt. To my surprise, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. But I moved back from him.

  “What?”

  “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “This just feels wrong.”

  “Wrong how?”

  “I don’t know, Isaac. This wasn’t supposed to happen. And just because it did, doesn’t change how I feel, you know,” I said.