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  There was also some publicity about our relationship bringing with it a cloud of suspicion. I mean, Logan and Lance are known around town, and when they were seen squiring me about, my form ripe in pregnancy, naturally people began to talk.

  “Isn’t that their sister?” they whispered with judgmental glances.

  “Oh my god, is the baby going to be deformed?” hissed another.

  “Who’s the daddy? They’re twins,” added another voice, confusedly.

  But we minded our own business and never let the talk get to us. Sure enough, with gay rights, marriage equality, and celebrity trans folks all over the news, our little ménage was soon forgotten, just another permutation in the many ways to love.

  And so I’ve settled into a “normal” life, if you can call it that. I take care of the kids and am studying for my bachelor’s degree as my brothers rebuild their careers in real estate. Sometimes I dance, but only for Logan and Lance’s eyes now … it’s still one of my best skills, and I’m forever grateful to the Donkey Club for bringing us together.

  THE END

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Thanks for reading Double Massive: A Twin Stepbrother Romance. It’s my first foray into longer format books, and I’m excited to see how the story performs.

  Like many of my other titles, I’ve loosely based the events of the book on real-life happenings. This particular story was based on the Ted Kennedy / Mary Joe Kopechne drowning in the 60’s.

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  Cassandra

  Catch the next book in the series DOUBLE HUGE available on Amazon here. Here’s a steamy excerpt:

  “By the way Melanie,” Saxon murmured. “Your skirt’s tucked into your panties.”

  I looked down. Oh my god! When I’d come back from the bathroom, I must not have pulled my skirt down all the way, and now the flimsy pink material was tucked into my little g-string, revealing my bare ass cheeks, the strip of lace covering absolutely zero. Even more embarrassing, that lace was darkened with moisture, testament to my heightened arousal around these gorgeous men. Flushed, I hurriedly pulled the material down, trying to cover as much skin as possible.

  “Try to wear a longer skirt next time, hmm?” mused Saxon, eyeing me suggestively.

  And before I’d even realized what had happened, Stryke swiped a big palm across my ass, my skin burning as he touched me, that large hand warm and hard. Oh my god, wtf? Had my new brother just copped a feel in the middle of a restaurant? Stryke’s face was expressionless, calmly neutral, although there was a gleam in his eye.

  And just when I was about to believe it was my imagination, Saxon reached between my legs, and lightly tapped the moistness at the crotch of my panties.

  “Oh!” I gasped. I wanted to be outraged, scandalized at their bold moves. But it had felt so good, those warm fingers brushing against my secret space, niggling my clit for just a minute before touching my wetness. And Saxon brought his hand to his lips for a second, tasting a bit, sniffing, before smiling at me.

  “Aromatic and sweet, just the way we like it,” he murmured appreciatively.

  I was now absolutely floored, but fortunately saved by my mom’s clucking.

  “Boys, it was so nice meeting you, and we’ll see you at the wedding okay?” chirped Noreen. “I’m glad we finally got to get together,” she smiled. Oh my god, what would my mom do if she knew that my stepbrothers had just fondled me intimately, testing my pussy and behind? Would the wedding still be on?

  (Please scroll down to read Twin Stepbrother Secrets – more yummy twins coming your way!)

  Twin Stepbrother Secrets:

  Pregnant with Their Baby

  (Erotic Romance, PI)

  © 2015

  By Cassandra Dee

  PROLOGUE

  Morgan

  “No!” I screamed from the top of the stairs. My twin stepbrothers, identical and gorgeous, were being led away, hands cuffed behind them as they were escorted to a police van outside. A group of burly cops surrounded the yard, ensuring that there would be no escape.

  “No!” I screamed again, not caring that my gown was a tiny slip of a thing, fluttering in the chilly night wind. But everyone ignored me. My parents stood stone-faced as my brothers were led away, refusing to meet my gaze, their eyes fixed stolidly to the floor. Desperate, I rushed down the stairs, thinking to throw myself at my brothers’ retreating backs.

  But Landon turned, his steely blue-eyed gaze bringing me to a screeching halt. His warning glance was more than enough to stop me cold in my tracks.

  “Officer,” said Cole politely. “If you’d be so kind as to let us have a word alone with our sister.”

  An intimidating looking woman, burly with a clipboard in her hand, smirked at his request.

  “Not likely, given that your parents are turning you in for incest and rape of your sister,” she said flatly.

  “They didn’t rape me!” I shrieked before being cut off by another warning glare from Landon.

  “Well then perhaps you’d be so kind as to allow my sister to visit us at the county lock-up tomorrow morning,” he said cordially.

  “You won’t be at County, you’ll be at State,” she stated in a business-like tone. “County’s for juvies, and you and your brother will be tried as adults.”

  But suddenly I knew what Cole was doing. He was telling me how I could find them tomorrow. And I’d go to them, with my heart in my hands … because they’re the fathers of my baby.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Morgan

  Six months earlier …

  I quietly opened the screen door to the house, putting my backpack on the marble counter. As usual, there was no noise whatsoever. My parents traveled a lot because my stepdad was CEO of a pharmaceutical company, and my mom accompanied him on most business trips.

  “You’re fine, right Morgan?” Linda asked vaguely, just before leaving last time. “You don’t need us for anything?”

  “Yeah, mom, I’m okay,” I said, with just the tiniest tinge of sarcasm in my voice. Never mind that my first art show was coming up. She’d missed everything in the past couple years of my life, ever since she met Mr. Kingsley.

  Don’t get me wrong, Gerald’s made a big difference in our lives. My biological dad died when I was two, leaving my mom with few resources and a daughter to raise. We’d barely been scraping by – her hours as a secretary were just enough to put food on the table, with nothing left over for extras. But we’d been happy … so I thought.

  Slowly, my mom started stepping out, going to dating events and mixers. She was still young then, maybe 25 or so, and I guess hanging out with a baby all day wasn’t her idea of fun. Pretty soon, she was seeing some high-powered dudes, one of whom happened to be Gerald Kingsley, CEO of Stryker Tech.

  After she met Gerald, things took off really quickly. We went from sharing a one-bedroom apartment in a rundown part of town, to moving into his huge mansion by the sea, complete with housekeeper, gardener, and security cameras. There was a even guard house at the entrance to keep my billionaire stepdad safe from the common people.

  It’d been wonderful at first. I was ecstatic that now I’d be able to attend a creative arts school in the city. The tuition had been way out of reach for my mom, but Gerald made a contribution to the school, and I was welcomed as a mid-semester transfer. Plus, Gerald had redecorated one of the rooms in his mansion as a studio, and bought me all sorts of paints, watercolors, oils and canvases. I’d spent that first week in pure bliss, delighted with my abundance of creative tools.

  But Gerald and Linda started taking less interest in me as the weeks went by. I already had a private wing in the house, and my mom, who had at least sort-of paid attention to me in the past, was now consumed by a whirlwind of social events, part of her duties as Gerald’s wife. And so I was basically … alone. I got up most mornings, poured myself some cereal, and trudged off to school. When I got back, the house was usually empty unless Gerald and Linda were hosting a cocktail party for one of their various causes.

  I’d gotten used to the solitude. As an artist, I told myself that the quiet was good for me to concentrate on my art with no distractions, and besides, I had plenty of friends at school. No need for mom to stress out.

  Until one day, I let myself in the screen door and could hear the TV blasting in the living area. This was weird. Again, I have my own wing of the house, so usually it was just me and the cleaning staff. When Consuela was here, there might be some Spanish music playing, but certainly not the raucous beat that was pulsing, unbearably loud.

  I could hear laughter too, deep voices chuckling, and the unmistakable clink of glasses. It didn’t seem like we were being robbed, and besides, it’s pretty tough to make it past Gerald Kingsley’s security.

  I tiptoed down the hall and peeked into the living area. Oh my god. There were two men sitting on the sofa, gorgeous, ripped, with tats peeking out from under their t-shirts, drinking beer and relaxing on MY couch! What the hell?

  I stood and just watched for a moment. Even at eighteen, with my limited (okay, zero) experience with guys, I could sense the danger rolling off the men in waves. Their bodies were chiseled, muscle tees outlining solid frames, defined but not overbuilt. Twin blue eyes penetrated from handsome, angular faces, complete with square jaws and dimples in their left cheeks.

  Because the two men were identical in just about every way. Same height, same build, and same movie-star handsome faces, with dark, almost black hair and sky blue eyes.

  I must have gasped because they both swung around at once, their discerning gazes make me shiver.

  “Well, look who it is …” one of them drawled.

  “Nothing like I expected …” the other murmured, as they looked me over.

  I flushed. I knew I wasn’t the prettiest girl in school, but I was okay-looking, with glossy brown hair and hazel eyes. I pushed my glasses up a little higher, and tried to stand a little straighter.

  “Who are you? What are you doing here?” my voice trembled.

  “Must be our new little sister,” said one of the twins.

  “I’m Landon, he’s Cole,” said the other, gesturing at his brother. “Don’t worry, little sis,” he said with a smirk. “Even our mom can’t tell us apart sometimes.”

  “Your mom?” I asked, dumbfounded. “How can I be your sister? Wait, is this all a joke?” I shook my head, I was so confused.

  They smirked again and raised their beers for another sip. “No joke, little sis, unless it’s from the guy up there,” said Landon, pointing upwards to the sky. “You’re Morgan, right? I can tell Gerald’s never told you about us before,” he added, with a knowing look at his brother.

  “Wait a minute, how do you know my name?” I said, holding my hands up. “Who are you again?” I demanded, crossing my arms a little huffily.

  “Well, the little girl’s got spirit,” said Cole. “We,” he announced majestically, “are your new brothers.”

  “How is that possible though? Are you Gerald’s sons?” I said plaintively.

  “Exactly,” said Cole, his brow growing dark. “We’re Gerald’s illegitimate sons by a stripper he fucked years ago. We lived with our mom until she died of a drug overdose last week,” he said coldly.

  “Oh my god!” I whispered, my hands flying up to my cheeks.

  “Your concern is appreciated, but irrelevant,” stated Cole. “Violet got high every fucking night, living off of Gerald’s child support checks. But now that she’s gone, seems that Landon and I are stuck with Daddy Dearest,” he said.

  “Does … does Gerald know you’re here?” I asked slowly.

  “Yeah, but look how much he cares,” snorted Cole. “You can tell he pulled out all the stops for the welcome bandwagon,” he drawled sarcastically.

  “Well, um …” I gawped. “Can I get you a sandwich?” I rushed out. Immediately my cheeks flushed. Faced with the two most gorgeous men I’d ever seen, here I was offering them a sandwich? God, I was so lame.

  It caused both men to start laughing.

  “What a sweetheart!” said Cole, leaning back with a sly smile. “But honey, we’re about to head out to grab a bite, so no sandwich needed, thanks baby.”

  And they turned back to the TV, dismissing me. How ironic. My new stepbrothers had dismissed me in my own home. But I retreated from the living area, quietly padding up to my bedroom. Hopefully I could at least call Mom and verify the twins’ story … but it wouldn’t matter because I was already incredibly curious about the two most intriguing men I’d ever met.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Landon

  “Unnf,” I moaned, coming hard into the blonde.

  “Fuck her hard,” grunted my brother, his dick buried in her mouth. “Oral feels best when a woman’s stuffed full of dick.”

  “Ahhh … shit … FUCK!” I roared, as I released a spray of white into the girl’s cunt. She moaned in pleasure and pain, her voice muffled by the huge piece of meat my brother was forcing down her throat.

  It’s hard to describe the depravity that Cole and I engage in. We always fuck the same girl at the same time, and no, not a lot of girls say no. In fact, none have said no.

  Let’s just say a lot of females fantasize about MFM ménage, and when the opportunity to do handsome identical twins comes around, the legs start spreading pronto. So my brother and I get double our share of twat, and we like it that way.

  But our little sister is kinda different. I mean, we basically sprang up on her like overgrown beasts, intruding on her little castle in the sky. She was so fucking funny that first day, with a grade school backpack and those big, chunky glasses.

  “Can I get you a sandwich?” she’d asked, her eyes innocent and blinking.

  I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to say, “Sure, and why don’t you bring that sandwich to me on your knees and lick my balls as I’m eating it.”

  But Cole had given me a warning glance and we took things easy instead.

  “No worries, baby,” I’d said instead. “Go play with your toys,” I’d probably added.

  But that’s not part of the mission. We want to be nice to our little sis, and the poor princess is basically alone in this fucking fortress Gerald’s built. Our fucking father, if you can even call him that, hasn’t bothered to show up in two months. Two fucking months. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean, it’s not like Cole and I ever saw him when we were growing up.

  “Your father is a billionaire, but he never gives us anything,” pouted Violet. I call her Violet, and not mom, because she’d never been a mom to us. She was either drinking, drugging, slutting herself, or just plain lazy, sitting that bony ass on the couch. But Cole is different, actually referring to her as a mother figure.

  “Ma, shut the fuck up, okay?” said Cole. “Gerald sends checks every month, and besides, you’re hardly the fucking model citizen.”

  “Don’t talk to me that way!” she screeched, bolting upright, her hair frazzled. She was a junkie, just skin and bones, a malnourished hag. Hard to believe that once she’d been pretty enough to attract powerful guys. “Your father … he … he owes me!” she shrieked.

  “Whatevs,” said Cole dismissively. “Come on, let’s beat feet,” he said, nodding towards the door.

  I grabbed my shit and we headed out into the night. But Violet’s insistence that Gerald owed her stuck in my mind … and my brother and I were going to do something about it.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Morgan

  “Oh yeah, honey, I’m sorry we forgot to tell you,” said my mom. “You know Gerald and I are in Istanbul right now, and with the time zones and traveling, we didn’t want to wake you,” she babbled. “Have Cole and Landon moved in yet?” she asked. “They’re Gerald’s kids from a fling he had long ago, their mom’s way out of the picture,” she continued.

  I could barely hear her, the connection static and crackling.

  “Yes, Mom,” I said, quietly sarcastic. “I guess … well, thanks for telling me, even if it’s belated.”

  “I’m sorry honey,” she said. “But it’s no problem, right? I told Gerald they could share your wing of the house because you know how Daddy likes his privacy. It won’t be any trouble, you’ll enjoy having some company. I know how you always wanted a sibling.”

  “Yeah mom, they’re great,” I said, suddenly tired. Nothing seemed to make sense. I now had two gorgeous men staying in the same house who were supposedly my stepbrothers, but could very well be ax-murderers. Well, leave it to Mom. If I was chopped into pieces by the time she got back, so be it.

  Slowly, I hung up the phone. I crept up the stairs to my bedroom, pausing at the landing. The twins had taken a room down the hall from mine, the big master bedroom with a marble en suite. Through the door, I could hear a ton of splashing, plus the unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice.

  “Cole!” she gasped. “Ahh!” she cried, followed by another wordless shriek and a man’s growl. Could it be? Yeah, I think Cole and Landon were in the tub with her, enjoying some naked time together.

  Eff me. I’d gotten a glimpse of the blonde when Cole and Landon let themselves in during the wee hours of the night. The girl had been stunning, leggy and model-esque, teetering on ridiculously high heels. But she’d been like a live wire, wedged between the two men. I could see my brothers’ hands on her curves, squeezing her luscious assets as she moaned into their mouths.

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