Double Trouble

  Double Trouble

  Having Their Baby

  Cassandra Dee

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  Contents

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  1. Kyleigh

  2. Roman

  3. Kyleigh

  4. Kyleigh

  5. Kyleigh

  6. Kyleigh

  7. Roman

  8. Kyleigh

  9. Ryder

  10. Kyleigh

  11. Kyleigh

  12. Ryder

  13. Roman

  14. Kyleigh

  15. Ryder

  16. Kyleigh

  17. Kyleigh

  18. Ryder

  19. Roman

  20. Kyleigh

  21. Ryder

  22. Roman

  23. Kyleigh

  24. Ryder

  25. Ryder

  26. Kyleigh

  27. Roman

  28. Kyleigh

  Epilogue

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  29. Mona

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  I’m expecting my stepbrothers’ babies!

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  Kyleigh: Years ago, my mother married the twins’ father. Roman and Ryder, my new stepbrothers, were rude, arrogant, and embarrassed me in front of the entire lacrosse team. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. But when I return to little Farmingdale for our high school reunion, everything changes because the twins look at me with new eyes. They appreciate my curves, and there’s electricity flowing in the air. The problem is that after one fateful night, I’m pregnant with their children. I’m expecting twins … and my stepbrothers are my babydaddies.

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  Roman: We never meant to get her pregnant. But Kyleigh’s changed a lot. She used to be a tall, skinny beanpole with an awkward gait and coke bottle glasses. The woman who showed up at our high school reunion was completely different: sassy and shapely, with curves that made our mouths water. It was never supposed to happen, but her allure was too strong. Kyleigh’s now pregnant with our twins, and my brother and I are going to find some way to make this work even if it costs us everything.

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  Note to my readers: Hot hot hot! Lose yourself in this dramatic tale of a girl who finds herself pregnant with twins by her twin stepbrothers. As always, keep a cool glass of lemonade on hand because you’ll be sweating with excitement by the end. Love, Cassie

  1

  Kyleigh

  Roman and Ryder always got their way. Ever since my mom married their dad, I’ve been relegated to secondary status. I’m totally unable to compete with my handsome, outgoing stepbrothers.

  Everyone’s always cooing over them. They’re congratulated on their latest lacrosse win; the last championship meet; and even their most recent exam where they got the highest scores. I was embarrassed because it was senior year and admissions letters had started arriving. Of course, Roman and Ryder were admitted early to Princeton, while I was still waiting to hear from a few community colleges.

  But it doesn’t matter. I want to be a nurse, and it’s not like Princeton even has a nursing program. To get the type of education I want, I know I’ll be better off working with patients from day one and getting the kind of hands-on training that’s increasingly rare today. So in a few months we’d be headed our separate ways, and I’d be spared my brothers’ endless needling.

  “Hey sis,” remarked Roman to me one morning. “What do you want for graduation? A training bra?”

  “Or maybe a padded bra?” added Ryder, smirking.

  I hated them at that moment. Hated their perfect, athletic bodies, the green eyes, and the chiseled jaws that made every girl at our high school swoon. It wasn’t fair. I stammered and looked down at my feet, flushing madly. It was true. I was skinny - basically a beanpole with non-existent boobs, but the comments about my lack of cleavage still hurt.

  “Whatevs,” I mumbled, leaving the kitchen. But the boys didn’t hear me because their attention was drawn away by the TV in the kitchen. That’s how little I mattered and it stung, as always.

  Furthermore, despite my efforts to make myself scarce, I always seemed to run into them at the most awkward times. There was the time my period had come unexpectedly and I’d rushed home in the middle of the day to change my skirt.

  Who would be there but Ryder and Roman, lounging in the living room.

  “Why … why aren’t you in class?” I stammered, trying to keep my back against the wall so they couldn’t see the telltale red stain. But they just looked me over and laughed, as if already knowing my secret.

  “Athlete privileges, what else?” said Ryder. “We have study hall one period a day, and coach doesn’t care if we do it at home or at school.”

  Well, they clearly weren’t studying. They had some porn on. It was some pay-per-view stuff known for being hard-core and no-holds-barred.

  “Shh, shh,” said Roman, gesturing for us to hush. “This is the good part,” he said, with a teasing grin before turning back to the screen. I stopped for a minute to watch, curious despite myself, and was just in time to catch a girl getting nailed by two men from both ends, squealing lustily as they did her. Her boobs heaved as she crouched between them and the expression on her face was pure ecstasy.

  Roman threw me a glance.

  “Don’t you wish that was you?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. Ryder added some hand gestures, popping his finger into his mouth and giving some fake oral.

  I was so humiliated that I beat feet to my room, not even caring if they saw the red stain seeping into my skirt. But they didn’t notice. Their laughter wafted up the stairs, interspersed with moans from the screen. When I left to go back to school, I didn’t bother to say goodbye or see if they wanted to ride together. I just slipped out the door, quiet and unnoticed.

  As a result, it’s just been one embarrassing episode after another, and I can’t wait to go to college. I hope Evergreen Valley admits me because they have the most amazing nursing program. Best of all, it’s in California, and as far from handsome stepbrothers as you can get.

  2

  Roman

  I feel bad for Kyleigh sometimes. She’s actually only younger than us by a couple months, but I guess we’ve come to think of her as our baby sister. It’s just that she’s so easy to make fun of, and so easy to get a rise out of.

  I remember seeing her in gym the other day. The lacrosse team was practicing on the field, and the girls’ gym class was running laps at the same time. Kyleigh was impossible to miss. She’s tall, lanky and gangly, like an uncoordinated colt. She was running in the middle of the pack of girls, all knobby knees and elbows, when suddenly the poor thing fell. She tripped on something, and smashed her face into the ground.

  The other chicks kept running and Kyleigh was left to pick herself up. She slowly got to her feet, her shirt and shorts grass-stained, and her curly brown hair coming out of its clip.

  I jogged over slowly.

  “What’d you trip on?” I asked, looking around. Maybe there was a rock or some uneven ground that I should tell the grounds crew about.

  But Kyleigh just colored and mumbled, not meeting my eyes. That’s when I realized that she hadn’t tripped on another object. She’d tripped on her own feet!

  It was so ridiculous. As varsity lacrosse players with athletic scholarships, my brother and I are agile and quick, with the ability to run up and down a field multiple times without falling. To realize that our clutzy sister had tripped on nothing other than herself made me laugh kindly.

  “Really?” I asked. “Do you have shoes that are too big or something?”

  She’d stared at the ground, saying nothing, before darting off to rejoin the class, her gait just as ungainly as before.

  But I watched as she moved away. There was something about her. Both Ryder and I like Kyleigh, although we’ve certainly never let her know. It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try.

  When our parents divorced, it was a fucking bad time for us, and the custody battle was hell on earth. My mom was a pill popper, and my dad used every resource in his means to paint her as a drug-addicted, amoral slut who couldn’t be trusted around us. Ryder and I were only twelve at the time, so we were caught in the middle. We were no longer children but not quite men either.

  Of course, my dad won. After the divorce, we lived full-time with him, and my mom disappeared. It was heartbreaking. Maybe she hadn’t been the best mother ever, but she certainly wasn’t the monster that my dad portrayed.

  But pretty soon after, my dad started dating Teresa, and it was obvious, even to us, that this wasn’t a new relationship. This was something that had begun while my parents had still been married, and my dad had been an adulterer, stepping out my mom to take up with Teresa.

  My broth
er and I were fucking pissed. We felt a sense of loyalty to our mom, and to know that there’d been another woman? Well, it was disgusting. It wasn’t just the pills or my mom’s scatterbrained habits. Instead, George had been seeing someone else on the side, pretending to be the responsible dad when actually he was the cheater.

  So when George and Teresa tied the knot last year, Ryder and I revolted. We’d refused to attend the wedding, refused to go to the engagement dinner, and frankly refused to have anything to do with Teresa. We called her “the two-timing slut” or just “that slut.” God forbid she ask us to call her “Mom.”

  I think she understood. Teresa avoided us mostly, traveling a lot with my dad, so they were often out of the house, leaving us to ourselves. But what we hadn’t counted on was Kyleigh, her daughter.

  Kyleigh, Kyleigh, Kyleigh of the big brown eyes, curly brown hair and willowy frame. No, willowy would be overstating things – she was built like a broomstick. No ass, no boobs, and more of a child than a woman. She was around our age, a senior in high school, and of course, she’d moved into our house immediately after the wedding. We’d barely bothered to acknowledge her. I still remember that first day. Her boxes were stacked in the foyer, and the girl had been madly typing on her phone when my brother and I returned from practice.

  “Whose shit is this?” Ryder asked, kicking a box.

  “Um, it’s mine,” said Kyleigh nervously, standing up and brushing herself off. “Hi, I’m Kyleigh, your new stepsister. I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you at the wedding,” she said, holding out her hand.

  No doubt my dad and Teresa had fed the guests some bullshit about Ryder and I being busy just to save face. But even our new stepsister had fallen for it. I decided to set her straight.

  “Listen, I realize we’re legally related now, but don’t give us any shit okay?” I snarled. “My brother and I don’t want you here, just like we don’t want your slut mom.”

  Kyleigh gasped and covered her mouth, but she didn’t look surprised. Suddenly, I remembered that shit had gone down on her side as well. Her mom had stepped out on her dad, ditching her husband to marry George. What kind of terrible role models were our parents?

  “Don’t bother us, and we won’t bother you,” grunted Ryder as we hauled our gear upstairs, and there had been no sound from downstairs for the rest of the night.

  But like it or not, Kyleigh was now a member of the household, and we couldn’t avoid her forever. The next morning, we’d woken to the delicious smell of coffee, pancakes and bacon on the griddle. My stomach stirred and memories of my mom came rushing back. Since the divorce, Ryder and I had basically been on our own and we ate cold cereal most mornings. My dad definitely didn’t cook.

  When we stumbled downstairs, there was Kyleigh at the stove with an apron on while frying up some eggs.

  “Hey,” she said brightly. “I thought you guys might want something before first period.”

  My brother and I didn’t speak. Instead, we sat down and devoured the meal before grabbing our backpacks and heading out the door. I think she was disappointed, but who knows? It’s not like we talked about it.

  She tried to win us over for a couple weeks, but Ryder and I were like ice. Slowly, Kyleigh gave up and mostly tried to stay out of our way, which was fine by me. But my brother and I watched her covertly, and we noticed how kind she was, and how genuine. She helped people with their homework, did a ton of community service, and seemed really into being a nurse one day.

  But now school is almost over, and we’re off to college. Before we go, we’re having one last party at the house … and our sister’s not invited.

  3

  Kyleigh

  I pulled up to the sidewalk and gaped. There were a dozen cars parked outside our house, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say that most of the lacrosse team was here. I’d been angling to study at my friend Gemma’s place, but left when she started feeling ill.

  As I walked up to the front door, my ears pounded from the heavy beat of the music. I sighed a bit. Why did my brothers have to blare it at max volume? I shook my head and cringed, my head already throbbing.

  Sure enough, as I opened the front door, I was greeted by a sprawl of guys in the living room. Normal girls would be excited at the discovery, and the chance to have ten or fifteen guys’ attention focused on them. But as a nerd at school, I was sensitive to any situation where I could be easily humiliated.

  Sure enough, it started pretty quick.

  “Hey Beanpole,” called one dude. His name was Troy, and he was a meathead whom I’d known since freshman year. Fortunately, I’d left him behind as I advanced to AP and college prep classes.

  I didn’t really answer, instead mumbling and looking down, hoping I could make a quick escape upstairs to my room. But I wasn’t getting off so easy.

  “Little Goody Two Shoes thinks she’s too good for us, huh?” scoffed Troy. “Why don’t you go and cry to Mommy? Wasn’t she some major slut who two-timed your dad?”

  I flushed. It was true. My mom had started seeing the twins’ dad when she was still married to my dad, but that didn’t have anything to do with me! Plus, how did he know about it?

  But Ryder chimed in.

  “Yeah, our parents are fucking sluts and adulterers. My dad is a total manwhore who cheated with her mom while married. Can you believe it? Plus my mom is a total hottie and Kyleigh’s mom is a sack of shit.”

  I gasped, my hands flying to my face. Clearly, my brothers had been totally open about how much they detested our parents, and had shared our disgraceful family history with their lacrosse buddies. But that didn’t give them the right to diss my mom! My mom was my mom, and as much as I hated what she’d done, I couldn’t stand listening to her get trashed by these eighteen-year-old boys.

  “Shut up,” I said furiously, my face a bright red. “Just shut up, okay?”

  “Oooh, I’m so scared,” said Troy in a little-girl voice. “You scare me. You and your mom scare me so much because you’re just so scary!” he said, raising his hands in mock-horror. “Actually, I am scared. What if your mom wants to get with me? Clearly being married is no object,” he said scornfully.

  By now, tears were gathering in my eyes, and I was shaking, angry and upset. But the doorbell chimed, saving me from replying, and Roman got up to answer.

  “Dude, they’re here,” he announced, and the door opened to two … my jaw dropped open. I didn’t even know what to think at first. The two girls were dressed only in lingerie, one in pink and the other in violet. Had they really walked from the car to our front door in such ridiculous outfits?

  Because it wasn’t like the lingerie covered anything. This was stripper lingerie. The g-strings were a piece of floss between their ass cheeks, and they had pasties on their nipples and feathers at their hips, emphasizing the sway of their walk.

  “Hey boys,” said the one in pink. “I’m Porsche and this is Mercedes,” she said. “Did I get a call requesting twincest?” she winked.

  That gave me pause. What was twincest? Both women had beautiful, flowing long blonde hair, clear blue eyes and ski-slope perfect noses. Okay, so their make-up was garish, and the boobs were obviously fake, being way too tan and bouncy. But overall, the package was amazing. It was like two Barbies come to life, vapid and cloying.