Twins for Brother's Best Friend

by Sofia T Summers

Greta

  The hairdryer buzzed in my ears as I raked my fingers through my wet hair. The turmoil in my heart had lingered on. I had thought that a long shower would clear my mind, but it had done nothing.

  The entire day had been overwhelming to me. Isaac had been the sweetest and attentive person, and it was beginning to affect me deeply. Although he insisted that he was doing it only to convince Frederick to hire my company, the longer it carried on, the harder it was for me to differentiate between what was real and what was pretense. Every moment spent with Isaac made it harder for me to keep things straight in my head, and I had the ominous feeling that this was going to end just badly as it had seven years ago.

  I was sure that Isaac had no idea how much it had hurt me when he didn’t call me after we had had sex. I was still hurt about that, though I had lied to him that I wasn’t angry or upset. I had to ask myself whether all this was worth it. Did I really believe that he had changed now?

  Things were so complicated, and all these thoughts made things worse. Why couldn’t I make those feelings go away? Why did I have to love Isaac so intensely even now, all those years later?

  Truth is, I had loved him for so long, it was hard to know the exact moment when it all started. When he’d come around to hang out with Garrett, I had a massive crush on him and I was just a kid. After that afternoon in the bathroom, I was head-over-heels in love with him. Then, he left, and all those feelings of love turned into anger, rejection, and resentment.

  Now it seems that some of those feelings had developed into love again, or they had just never changed, even after all this time. The worst part was that the longer he pretended to be my husband, the more these feelings grew, and the more desperate I wanted him to actually be my husband.

  Isaac had spent the entire day by my side, being the perfect gentleman. We had an amazing lunch, where he made me laugh throughout. I was so happy the whole afternoon. And later at night, we skipped the dinner at the conference because I was dead tired and took a nap instead.

  I clenched my jaw and switched off the hairdryer. I ran a brush through my hair and stood up when I heard voices in the living area that connected our two bedrooms. I opened the door and stepped out, stupefied at the sight in front of me.

  The living area had been transformed into a makeshift movie theatre. The lights were dim, the couches had been moved to the side, and there was a fluffy blanket on the floor, surrounded by throw pillows. A tray of the room service food stood nearby, and against the wall, a projector had been set up to play a movie.

  “What is all this?” I asked Isaac, who was grinning from ear to ear.

  “I thought we could have a little late-night picnic and movie.”

  I stared at the entire setup and then stared at him, completely surprised.

  “Do you like it?” he asked.

  “I love it!” I whispered with a smile.

  “Come on,” he said and held out his hand to me. “Let’s sit down before the movie starts.”

  I giggled with excitement as I took Isaac’s hand and he led me to the middle of the blanket. I sat down, propping myself up with a few pillows and Isaac brought the tray of food closer to me. He reached for the projector’s remote and looked to me.

  “I wasn’t sure if you still liked this movie, but I remember you talking about it when you were in high school.”

  I looked at the screen and my jaw dropped. When Isaac clicked the remote, my all-time favorite movie began playing on the projector.

  “Oh my God!” I gasped and turned to Isaac. “How the hell did you remember?”

  “Some things matter a lot,” Isaac pointed out, smiling coyly.

  My heart melted and I looked at him with puppy eyes. “You are the sweetest guy I’ve ever known.”

  He smiled widely – the smile that made me go weak in the knees, the smile that could make me do his every bidding, the smile that showed his true, kind nature. Isaac patted the space next to him, motioning me to move closer to him. I scooted over and snuggled up against him as the movie played. Occasionally, he would reach for the plate and feed me, not wanting me to move much.

  Not that I wanted to move. Being next to him, surrounded by a ton of comfortable pillows, this was my happy place. Being fed was the added bonus and I chuckled with glee inside.

  More than an hour later, when the final credits rolled, I was hit with a wave of nostalgia. I sniffled, trying to not cry. And it wasn’t just the happy ending in the movie that had made me emotional.

  “I still can’t believe you did all this.”

  He shrugged modestly. “It was no trouble.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know, you don’t have to pretend when it’s just us.”

  “I know, but I wasn’t pretending. I wanted to do something nice for you. I know you disapprove of my plan to help you land that client, and I respect that. So, I just wanted to give you a night where you can relax and just be yourself,” he answered.

  “I’ve never had that problem when you’re around,” I told him. “You’re probably one of the very few people who make me feel completely at ease.”

  He smiled, his eyes twinkling when I said that. “Same here. Although, I do tend to get a little nervous around you sometimes.”

  “Like when?” I asked.

  “Like when you talk about coding. I have no clue what you’re talking about, but it’s amazing to watch you talk. Your eyes sparkle and you get that look on your face. That’s the passion for what you do. I don’t see that often in many people. It’s all about money and chasing the next big thing, closing that deal, or getting that promotion. You love your job. Not many people can say that.”

  “You’re really sweet,” I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, you know that?”

  “You think so?” he asked sheepishly, his eyebrows arching up with curiosity.

  “Of course. Look at what you’re capable of, Isaac. You turned this whole room into a picnic in the park after dark, without me having any clue about it. That takes real skill and creativity. Imagine your kid’s face when they wake up in the morning or come home from school and you’ve done something like this for them. They are going to freak out!” I explained and Isaac chuckled.

  “Your kid’s going to love you because you’ll provide them with the best of everything.”

  A lump formed in my throat, as I realized that I would not be a part of this picture-perfect family that I had just visualized in my head. It would be Isaac and the baby, and whoever he’d end up marrying. I’d be nowhere, be no one to his family. This saddened me immensely, but I had signed up for it. It was silly of me to expect that Isaac would let me be a part of the baby’s life. I was the surrogate, nothing more. I had waived off my rights to the baby when I had signed that contract.

  “Thank you, Greta. That means so much to me,” he said and placed his hand over mine.

  I glanced at his hand and bit my bottom lip. I swallowed to subdue the overwhelming need inside me to kiss him. But I had promised myself that I wouldn’t allow my feelings to run amok. I had to think rationally about every move I made, but with Isaac, thinking was impossible. With him, the lines were all blurred and I didn’t know what I wanted or what I could have. There were also all these rules that we’d agreed to, verbally and on paper.

  “Uh…I need to use the restroom,” I said suddenly and moved from my spot, making Isaac withdraw his hand from mine.

  I slowly stood from the floor, with a little assistance from Isaac, and made my way to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, sat on the toilet, and dropped my head in my hands. Tears were already streaming down my cheeks and I covered my mouth to stifle the sound of crying. I didn’t want Isaac to hear me.

  When I heard a knock on the door, I jolted upright and quickly wiped my face.

  “Greta?” Isaac called out. “Are you okay in there?”

  “I’m fine,” I said in a hoarse voice and quickly splashed some water on my face. />
  “Can I come in?”

  “I’ll be right out,” I said. I tried my best to not show that I was in a mess, but my eyes were red and puffed up. There was no hiding it.

  When I opened the door, Isaac was standing in the doorway. He didn’t seem surprised, seeing the state I was in. Without a word, he put his arms around me and held me tight.

  “I think you need some ice-cream,” he whispered in my ear.

  I nodded. “I think so too.”

  We walked back to the living area and I sat down on the blanket. Isaac brought out two bowls of ice cream – where he was hiding all these things?

  He sat down beside me. After a few moments of silence, he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “Not really. I just have many feelings and emotions and hormones inside me. One moment I couldn’t be any happier and the next.…”

  “You’re sobbing in the bathroom, crumpled up into a little ball.”

  I looked at him and sighed.

  “It’s okay. Sometimes, even I feel like that.”

  “You do?” I asked with a frown.

  “Of course. I’m human too.”

  “No way,” I scoffed and stuffed a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. Isaac laughed and nudged me in the ribs lightly.

  “Can I ask a question?”

  “Sure,” he replied.

  “Do you ever think about what he or she is going to look like?”

  “All the time!” he admitted. His answer took me by surprise.

  “I wonder if he or she is going to have your eyes or mine. Your hair, or mine. Is he or she going to be analytical like you, charming like me—”

  “Or modest,” I said with a wink and he laughed again.

  “I think about it a lot, especially of late. It’s like it’s become real now, all of a sudden,” he said quietly and glanced at me shyly. “I’d never really considered what my life would be like with a kid, but I promise you that he or she is going to be loved so much! All the time. I will never let anything happen to him or her. I promise you.”

  I smiled and placed my hand on his cheek. “You don’t have to promise me anything, Isaac.”

  “Of course I do.”

  “It’s your baby,” I pointed out.

  “It’s half you,” he whispered.

  I looked into his eyes. In the ambient light of the room, they were glowing. His intense stare made my heart beat faster, making my ears ring. He licked his lips and leaned in closer. My hand dropped down from his face and rested on his leg. His hand cupped my face and his lips touched mine. I knew that we shouldn’t be doing it, but I did nothing to stop it.

  21

  Isaac

  How could anything that felt so right, be so wrong?

  At that moment, I didn’t care whether I had promised to be professional and whether we’d regret this in the morning. I just wanted to be with her tonight. I didn’t want to think about later, or tomorrow. The only thing that mattered to me was right now.

  My hands cupped her breasts and I gave them a tight squeeze, making her moan. She pushed me back on to the pillows and climbed onto my lap. She slipped off her pink camisole, revealing a light pink and white bra. The sight of her, with tousled hair and her intense eyes locked on to mine, was driving me mad with passion.

  She felt my growing erection, and glanced down at it briefly before wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me hard, fast, her tongue feeling her way inside my mouth. My fingers ran up and down her bare back. Our lips parted briefly and I kissed her neck, her collarbone, lightly biting at the soft skin, and her breathing became ragged.

  I dropped my hands down to her thighs as she swayed her hips, stroking my erection. The desire in me grew and I sucked at her nipples, hardened and enlarged. Greta moved back and grabbed my cock with her left hand. I let out a groan as she applied more pressure. I wanted to rip off the rest of her clothes and fuck her hard. Her eyes seemed to say the same thing. Our desire was heightening with each touch, both of us deriving immense pleasure from the sexual energy surrounding us.

  I slid my hands under her panties and Greta gasped against my ear as I found her pussy. She was already wet, and I slipped my fingers in and out of her, deeper and faster. Her back arched but was still grabbing my cock, stroking it over my sweatpants. As I felt myself close to coming, I grabbed her waist and lay her down on the blanket. I pulled off my shirt and slipped off her panties. Panting, she returned the favor and slipped my sweatpants down to my ankles. I got up to get out of the pants and kneeled down over her, my palms resting on the side of her thighs.

  Greta wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer. Playfully, I pulled away slightly because I did not want to put too much pressure on her stomach or the baby.

  “Is this okay?”

  “I’m fine. We’re fine,” she insisted and kissed me.

  She wrapped her leg around my waist, pulling me in tighter, guiding my cock into her pussy. I gently stroked the head of my cock against her clit, before sliding into her wet pussy. Taking care to start slow, I gently eased my cock into her in a staggered rhythm and she moaned loudly.

  I pushed my cock in further, with a hard thrust, and her fingers dug into my back. She sucked my ear, which sent a wave of pleasure all over my body. It made me want her even more, and I thrust in harder and deeper. She threw her head back against the pillows, her blond hair spread out over them like a fan. In the dimly lit room, her body glistened with tiny beads of sweat, her breasts rose up as she breathed in deep with every thrust, her pelvic muscles contracting as my cock moved deeper inside her, increasing the pleasure immensely.

  She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her eyes stared at me with intensity, her lips parted as she moaned in a husky tone. I slowed my rhythm slightly to drink in the sight of her lying naked in front of me, moaning with pleasure, making my body go mad with desire. Every nerve ending on my body was on fire as her fingers ran down my chest, torso, and back. Against the heat of my body, her skin stayed cool, as if she was the yin to my yang – the perfect combination.

  Her hips tilted upward and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I stroked her clit with my free hand, while the other squeezed her breast. I could feel myself reaching the edge, my body contracting, all the blood rushing down to my cock, ready to cum. I increased my pace and thrust into her vigorously, hard, our bodies almost slapping against each other. She screamed as she orgasmed, which made me cum inside her with one last thrust. Suddenly, my body was released of all tension and I collapsed beside her.

  She turned to look at me, rasping.

  “You okay?” I asked, my voice hoarse as well.

  “I’m better than okay,” she answered and took a few deep breaths, her chest heaving up and down.

  “I know we said that we weren’t—”

  Greta stopped me by pressing her finger against my lips and shook her head. “Stop.”

  I glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. She shushed me.

  “Why?” I asked.

  She smiled coyly. “How good is your memory?”

  “Pretty good. Why?”

  “You remember that thing you did in the shower, back in Tranquility?” she asked.

  I knew exactly what she was talking about because I had thought about it more often than I would admit. “Yeah.”

  “Well, when you’re ready, I want you to do that to me again,” she whispered coyly.

  A smirk formed on my lips and I got up from the blanket. I held out my hand and helped her up. I scooped her up in my arms, walked to the bedroom, and put her down on my bed. The anticipation and excitement on her face made me forget that my cock needed to recuperate before it could get ready again. Luckily, what I was about to do didn’t require my cock.

  Well, not yet anyway.

  Greta laid down, her back flat, and hitched up her legs on the edge of the bed. I settled down in front of her, kneeling on my knees on the floor. She was smiling from ear to ear and I couldn�
�t help smiling back at the thought of the pleasure that I would be giving her.

  I held her legs apart and played with her clit for a while with my hands. She kept moaning as I stroked it, waiting for her pussy to get wet again. Once I was satisfied, I lowered my head down between her thighs and went to work. My tongue moved in and out of her, just like my cock. I steading her legs with my hands as she grabbed my head to steady herself.

  Greta’s body fired up as she moaned louder, which I knew meant that she was close to the edge. I increased my pace and licked and sucked her until she was completely dry. In a few seconds, she screamed again as she had another orgasm. Her hips rising as her back arched with pleasure. I couldn’t be more satisfied than by having just satisfied her.

  Later in the night, I ran my finger along Greta’s arm and listened to her slow breathing. She had been asleep for a while now, but I just couldn’t get myself to fall asleep as well. Not yet.

  I just wanted to lay there, with her in my arms, for a little while longer. Who knew how long she’d be asleep before waking up to use the bathroom. I knew that pregnant women often get up to pee in the middle of the night and had heard her numerous time last night itself. It was only a matter of time. So, I moved my face closer and pressed my chin against her neck, breathing in her scent.

  If I could spend every night like this, then my life would be complete.

  I frowned as I suddenly realized that this was what I had been missing in life all these years. It was not the intimacy of any woman, but the presence of Greta. I had been with quite a few women after leaving my hometown of Tranquility, but none of them had made me feel like this. None of them could give me true peace and happiness because I couldn’t envision a future with them. They didn’t make me feel like settling down and starting a family. In fact, the whole idea had seemed out of reach for me. With Greta, however, everything looked crystal clear. I could see a future with her, waking up next to her for the rest of my life, getting married to her, having kids – the whole thing.

  My free arm slid down and lightly cradled her stomach, wishing that I could feel the baby move. But it was still really early in the pregnancy. Having this baby with Greta seemed right in more ways than I could possibly explain. I wished that there was something I could do to be a family.