Authors: Stephanie Brother
WHO’S YOUR
DADDY?
I
have ankles like an elephant.
Everything
about me feels swollen and over-ripe.
I’m fit to burst but Eth and Nath don’t seem to care.
We’re lying on our giant bed, and I have my
feet raised up on decorative pillows.
I
feel like a whale but Nathan is stroking my hair absentmindedly as he reads his
Kindle and Ethan has his face pressed against the side of my belly as he has an
afternoon nap.
I’m too tired to move,
and too content too, so I rub my hand over my belly, nudging a limb that seems
intent on poking its way out.
I only
have three weeks to go but it feels like three years.
Dr. Harper is going to induce me early
because it’s twins and because they seem to be taking after their fathers in
size!
I say fathers but who really knows.
There are two babies growing inside me. Two
little lives that will come into the world because of our love.
Twin’s to follow in their daddies’ footsteps,
except they are both girls and non-identical too.
It was fascinating to see them at the scan,
floating around in their own little individual fluid sacks.
It was strange to talk to Eth and Nath
afterwards about how they feel.
In a way
I think they were relieved not to be having carbon copies of themselves.
Ethan talked about how they will be more like
ordinary sisters and not like real twins. Nathan nodded and looked
thoughtful.
“We won’t dress them the
same,” he said later.
“And we can cut
their hair different too.”
I wonder what my baby twins will make of their daddies.
Neither Eth or Nath have talked about
finding out who is the father.
I know
that even identical twins have some genetic differences but they don’t seem to
be bothered to know for sure.
I know
they’ve always felt like one person divided.
Most importantly I know they’ll both love our daughters like their own,
no matter what.
Nathan’s phone rings and he reaches over to his
nightstand.
I grin, thinking about the
little shelf that Eth bought from Home Depot and Nath put up on the wall in the
middle of our bed.
I think they’d got
fed up of me reaching over them in the night to take a drink of water.
I always sleep in the middle you see and our
bed is sized like a cruise liner!
Nath is chatting to Wendell about the impending due
date and it makes me smile that our parents seem to have gotten over their
initial shock at our unusual relationship and are now impatient grandparents to
be.
Mom is still a little weird about
things occasionally.
Mainly when I
mention buying new bed linen, or when she sees them both peck me on the cheek
when they’re leaving to go to a ball game with their father.
I guess it must be strange to think about
your daughter in such an unconventional arrangement.
When we told our friends, they started off trying to
cover their shock with vague comments along the lines of ‘cool, man’ and ‘good
for you.’
Then, after a few drinks it
was all, ‘so where do
y’all
sleep?’
Once the twins told them, unashamed as they
are about everything, there were lots of raised eyebrows from the girls and
approving looks from the boys.
Katelin’s
face was a picture, I guess because I’d managed to keep my feelings about Eth
and Nath a secret for so long.
Also, I
guess because I’d never been particularly adventurous about sex before.
I can’t tell you how many women have told me in
whispered voices that I’m a lucky girl and I need to hold onto those men with
everything I’ve got.
Believe me, I don’t
need telling.
Nath is laughing at something his dad has said and Eth
stirs, pulling me closer to him.
I
stroke his sleep-mussed hair and glance across at Nath who is finally
disconnecting.
“Dad’s invited us over tonight,” he says.
“What time,” I ask as he moves closer and cuddles into
me.
I’m distracted as he gazes at
me.
I hope my babies inherit their
fathers’ eyes.
Nath’s look bluer than
the color-enhanced images of the Caribbean Sea, and the way they crinkle at the
side when he smiles at me makes my heart skip every time.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking
at the Stanmore twins.
My beautiful
boys.
“Couple of hours,” he says, moving closer so he can
kiss me.
His lips are so soft.
His fingers possessively tangle into my hair
just above my ear and I moan lightly as his tongue touches mine.
“Carrie,” he whispers as his hand moves to start
unbuttoning his shirt that I’m wearing to lounge in.
My breasts are heavier than they were before,
my nipples bigger and darker.
The way my
body has been changing has been a source of endless fascination to the twins.
“Can I touch you?” he asks and I nod.
When his hand caresses gently between my breasts, I moan.
It’s loud enough to wake Ethan it seems
because he raises his head and looks over at us.
“What am I missing?” he asks in a voice thick with
sleep.
“Nothing dude,” Nathan laughs.
“Doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Ethan says,
slipping his hand over the slope of my belly possessively.
“We’re going to dad’s in two hours,” Nathan says as if
to try and distract Ethan.
We sort of
have an unspoken rule that there is to be no shenanigans without all of us
present.
“Just enough time then,” Ethan says, sending a shiver
up my spine.
He isn’t joking.
In the early days I spent most of my time
walking around in a sex-induced state of total sleep deprivation!
The twins just don’t seem to have an off
switch.
“I feel like a whale…” I say but my words are cut off
by Nathan’s lips, just as Ethan starts to pull down my panties.
He’s kneeling between my legs in a flash,
pushing them wide so he can take what he wants.
I know what he’ll do next and I’m already wet with anticipation.
The twins have moves I’d never even heard
of.
But Ethan has a thing about feeling
me come on his tongue.
He told me once
that it makes him so horny.
I guess he
must feel powerful too, for being able to give me so much pleasure so easily.
Eth’s tongue finds my clit just as Nath’s
mouth latches onto my nipple.
They both
suck with the same intense rhythm that totally blows my mind.
I shift my hips but Ethan holds me down,
flicking and flicking at the underside of my clit until I’m panting.
He pushes two fingers just a little way
inside me and pushes upwards again and again.
Nathan twists my nipple with his fingers, pulling hard enough to
sting.
They know just what I need, like
they’ve read the manual of me and memorized all the details.
They also know what will tip me over the
edge, and Nath doesn’t disappoint.
“Look at you,” he says harshly, whispering his filthy
words into my ear.
“Dirty girl loves
getting her pussy licked.
Does it feel
good, Carrie?”
He waits for me to nod,
because it does.
Oh, it does.
“Is my brother gonna make you come,
baby.
Has he got his fingers all up
inside you?
Is he fucking you with his
hand, opening you up so he can slide his cock right in?”
I whimper, as Ethan’s hand speed up.
“That’s it,” Nathan croons, taking my hand
and wrapping it around his cock.
“Feel
what you do to me, Carrie, when you’re moaning like that.
Pull it baby,” he orders, showing me how he
wants it.
Nath is rougher with himself
than usual.
More urgent in a way that I
love.
I want them like this,
always.
Desperate and needy but totally
in control.
“Harder,” he says, gritting
his teeth and closing his eyes.
Ethan chooses just that moment to push in another
finger.
I feel so full inside, wide open
and wetter than a river.
He pushes in so
deep I feel his knuckles bang against that little place inside that can bring
so much pleasure.
I cry out in a voice
that doesn’t sound human; a keening wail of release so intense that my skin
breaks out in goose bumps.
I let go of
Nathan’s cock, unable to focus on anything but the intensity of the orgasm that
the twins have torn from me.
Ethan pulls
out his fingers and I moan as he presses his tongue against my entrance.
The pulsing waves of pleasure seem to go on forever
but eventually, as I’m coming down I open my eyes and see Nathan passing Ethan
a pillow.
With my bump the size that it is, the logistics of sex
are interesting.
A little something is
required to angle my hips just right and give the twins enough space.
Just before Ethan starts to arrange me I roll
onto my side and push up onto my knees.
They
might like to be the directors, but I’m feeling like taking over some of the
decisions.
I hear the boys chuckle because they know what I
want.
There is something about this position that gets me
deep down.
Maybe it’s because the twins
seem to come so hard this way.
Maybe
it’s because they seem to be able to come almost at the same time too.
I expect Ethan to stay behind me but they
must communicate something in their silent twin way because Nathan slips off
the edge of the bed and so does Eth and then I feel Nathan’s hand on my hip and
Ethan’s hand on my cheek.
In their synchronized twin way, they move on me at the
same time, Nathan pushing the head of his huge cock against my entrance, and
Ethan bring the head of his closer to my lips.
I don’t see them signaling to each other but I’m sure they do because they
drive forward together, Nathan forcing his way into my orgasm-swollen pussy and
Ethan between my kiss-swollen lips.
I
feel so full but I can take it.
I’ve had
three years of training now.
It doesn’t matter how many times the twins fuck me, I
can never seem to get over the sheer size of them.
Nathan’s cock in so large that he has to hold
my hips and pull me back onto him to get in as deep as he wants to.
When he’s in all the way I moan around
Ethan’s cock and he grunts with pleasure.
Stroking my cheek gently, I know he’s looking down at me.
The whole idea of a threesome might seem
vulgar to some people but to me it just means double the love.
Double the affection.
Double the fun.
Triple the pleasure.
Make that a hundred times.
Fuck.
Nathan
starts moving, and it’s slow torture.
The long pull as he withdraws and the quick thrust when he pushes back
in deep.
I wish I had his view so I
could see how explicit it looks.
I know
my pussy lips must be split wide and flared out around his cock.
I know my juices will have coated him and
made everything look slick.
I can feel
how his thumbs are creating indentations in the flesh of my ass.
Every move is so good I want to gasp but I
can’t because Ethan is keeping my mouth well and truly busy.
The twins are very considerate when I give them
head.
Where other men would push until
they went too deep and hit the gag reflex, my boys know just how far they can
go.
The feeling of Ethan’s smooth cock
between my lips send a shiver of pleasure through my body.
He uses his cock to stroke over my bottom
lip, then he tells me to lick it.
He
likes to watch me use my tongue on him, especially when I swirl it around.
I love it when he grips my hair a little too
tightly and holds me in place.
He does
it now, just as his brother starts to really pound into me.
Nathan’s thighs slap into mine, his grip on
my hips gets tighter.
I feel coiled like
a spring and wide, wide open.
Ethan uses
his hand to jerk himself a little.
I
love watching the twins touch themselves.
I think that’s my biggest kink of all.