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  But as Rachel stumbled and gasped, she narrowly bumped into another woman holding a baby. And I looked up into the shocked eyes of Krissy, our long-lost lover, our sister.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  Krissy

  Troy pulled me in by the arm, manhandling me really, trying to get me to safety.

  “Krissy,” he roared. “Get away from that piece of shit.”

  I took that he meant Rachel, who looked worse for the wear. Not only was she wearing a cheap, slutty outfit, but her eyes were red and blood-shot, she had serious acne, and her hair was a tangled, greasy mess. What happened to the pretty bartender I had once known?

  But it seemed that she’d rubbed Troy the wrong way. Seriously the wrong way.

  Once inside, I tried to hush Annie, cuddling my baby close, shushing her wails. Troy looked thunderstruck. He gazed at the little girl in my arms, his eyes taking in the small, bundled form.

  “Oh Krissy,” he rumbled. “I’m so sorry …” his voice trailed.

  At first I hesitated. I was angry with my brothers and wasn’t about to give up my child to fathers who hadn’t been present for the past year. But I knew I needed to keep this civil. They were my baby’s daddies no matter what, and it was better for Annie to know them.

  Gently, so as not to startle the baby, I murmured, “Do you want to hold her?”

  And he nodded silently, a huge smile breaking out on his face. Slowly, I passed her over and surprisingly, Annie quieted in his arms. Pretty soon she was gurgling happily, looking up at him, her little hand reaching out to grab his watch.

  “She’s beautiful,” he breathed. Looking up at me with shining eyes, he said, “Looks just like her beautiful mother.”

  I knew this wasn’t true. After all, I have brown hair and brown eyes, so Annie’s coloring was definitely from them. But I guess … if you’re in love, then you see your partner’s features in your child.

  Wait a minute. Full stop. Was I kidding myself? Was Troy still in love with me?

  He could see the question in my eyes, and nodded slowly.

  “Krissy, I’m so sorry about everything that’s happened,” he said. “Tyler and I, we weren’t there for our baby and we never called you, I know. But shit here has been bad … even worse than when the trial was going on,” he said.

  What could have happened? And where was Tyler?

  And Troy slowly started filling me in on what I’d missed …

  EPILOGUE

  Krissy

  Six months later …

  These past months have been tough. Really, really tough. Troy told me about Tyler’s alcoholism, how the combination of stress, a high-profile trial, losing their business, and losing me had caused him to drink. Throw in a bipolar woman, a person who’d conned them really, pretending to be their friend all the while delusional about her love for Tyler, and it was a toxic brew which drove him over the edge.

  The first thing we’d done was to check Tyler into rehab. He hadn’t wanted to go, but Troy wouldn’t back down.

  “Shut up brother, shut the fuck up,” had been his parting words. And it had worked, fortunately. Without Rachel’s influence, Tyler was able to break his addiction and come back to us within a matter of weeks. He was now baby Annie’s biggest fan, playing with her, giving her baths and meals when he wasn’t busy doing deals.

  Because Troy and Tyler are back in the entertainment business. I don’t think it’s easy for them, especially Tyler because he’s around booze constantly, but their new business ventures have really taken off. Seems that the twins haven’t lost their touch, high-rollers flocking to their glitzy venues, the money rolling in, their past notoriety a boon, making them even more popular.

  But the twins are much more careful now. I don’t think they’d ever let a teenager sit in coat check again, not the way they let me. And they’re on the right side of the law, careful to dot every i and cross every t, unwilling to relive the pain of the past year.

  And I’m nervous about the past too, but determined to live in the present. I haven’t slept with my brothers since my return, I was just jumpy and … I didn’t trust them for a while, you know what I mean? There was good reason for what had happened, but I couldn’t forget that quickly.

  But tonight, I’ve decided, is going to be a special night. I’m almost over the edge with lust, my cunny constantly wet, dying to be touched, my nipples stiff and aching. Tyler and Troy haven’t made a move recently, knowing that I needed time to forgive them, to let my heart re-open after they’d neglected me and our baby for so long.

  But after six months of recuperation, the time has come. They’re good with Annie, our baby soaking up the attention of her doting daddies, and it’s time to explore sex once again, sex with these men who love me, both as brothers and as husbands.

  Because yes, we got married today. We had a civil ceremony where Troy and I were united, Tyler looking on as best man with Annie in his arms. So even the law can’t pull us apart now, and we’re public about our relationship. Yes, I married my stepbrother, and I love them both very much.

  A knock came on the door.

  “Baby, are you ready?” growled Troy.

  “I know we are,” rumbled Tyler through the door.

  Ah, my husbands were here for their wedding night. Quickly, I checked my reflection, giving my hair one more brush, before throwing open the door.

  The twins’ collective gasp was worth the wait. I’d decided to greet them … in the nude. My body as on full display, from my mocha-colored nipples, stiff and begging for their attention, to my glistening pink slit, ready for male penetration. I’d worn only white high heels, a nod to bridal tradition.

  Troy and Tyler were on me at once, their hands stroking my curves, worshipping me, ravishing me.

  “Sister,” Troy rumbled. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “Yes,” Tyler moaned before adding, “Fuck I’ve got to come.”

  And just like that, it happened. The first time was so hard, so fast, that I gasped, unprepared. They drove their dicks into me desperately, unable to wait, Tyler into my cunt and Troy into my mouth, pumping only a minute or two before they ejaculated, the hot cream as tasty as ever, me swallowing in hungry, needy gulps.

  “Fuck sister!” roared Tyler. “Fuck fuck fuck!” he gasped as he shot load after load of hot sperm into me, the pumps seeming to go on forever, each deposit massive, sticky and hot in my body.

  Troy was the same. Evidently, they hadn’t had sex during our separation despite Rachel’s wily ways, and we were all suffering from serious withdrawal. Troy spurted for what felt like five minutes in my mouth, my throat overfilling with cream, the hot sperm spilling from the corners of my lips before trailing down my chin to drip onto my breasts.

  And that was only the beginning. Tyler crept up my body to lap at Troy’s semen on my breasts, smearing it around on my creamy flesh as he sucked hungrily at my nipples, playing with the delicacies, rolling them around in his mouth like candy. Troy joined him, shaking his penis off on my face, droplets of ejaculate hitting my cheeks and mouth, before diving into my cunt, sucking and licking at my clit, probing deeply with his tongue into that channel he’d missed for the past year.

  But my brothers hadn’t forgotten what I liked either. Did I mention that I’ve become an anal aficionado? That’s right, pleasing two men takes more than one hole, and I like it in my butt now, just as much as my vag. As if reading my mind, Troy began licking lower, lower, until he was at my back pucker, tonguing that secret space, running his tongue up and down my crack, deep between my fleshy cheeks.

  “Brothers!” I screamed, unable to contain my lust, my cunny trembling, my body almost shaking with desire. I needed them, always and forever, and was willing to do whatever it took to get through hard times.

  With a roar, Troy took me from behind, running his dick deep into my rectum, making me gasp with pleasure. And Tyler took me in the pussy, pushing his cock into my vaginal channel, squeezing me tight, filling me with m
y second dick.

  Like clockwork, they began drilling me, in and out, in and out, in syncopated rhythm, one brother pulling in as the other pulled out. I squealed, shrieked and moaned, not caring who heard, losing myself to them as they lost themselves to me. With a mighty crescendo, we came together, their hot jism spurting into my body, coating both my chambers, drenching me with cum as I clenched and spasmed around their dicks, my pussy and ass clamping with ecstasy, my orgasm almost painful in its intensity.

  Later, as our breathing calmed, my brothers stroked me gently, wanting to touch me everywhere as if to reassure themselves that I was really, truly theirs.

  “Sister, thank you,” they breathed. “You are our everything. You and Annie both.”

  “And you are mine,” I promised in return. After all, my twin stepbrothers had been revealed, laid open to danger, crossing the most terrible of bridges in the public eye. But we’d learned our lesson, and would be sticking together from here on out … never to be exposed again.

  THE END

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