Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
But with Chrissy it’s different. She’s known for ten years now that double-teaming is her thing. She’s fantasized about being with two men, and even more, seen how it’s played out in real life. Of course, those were the dreams of a teenager, but in the last few months, our stepsister has shown us that emotionally and physically, she can handle both Rick and me. Chrissy is mature, giving, and so feminine, and she’s exactly what we need.
“So what are you trying to tell us?” I ask in a low voice.
Tears beginning streaming down our stepsister’s cheeks.
“I guess that I’ve been in love with both of you for a long time now,” she says in a broken voice. “It’s been ten years, and I’m so sorry for messing it up. I understand if you never want to see me again, after your dad’s heart attack and my mom’s attempted shakedown. Things just got so out of control, and again, I’m so sorry,” she cries.
At that, Rick and I throw our heads back and laugh because nothing could be further from the truth.
“Chrissy, sweetheart, none of this is your fault,” I say in a gentle voice. “Our dad has been ailing for some time now. He’s an old man, and as hard as that is to admit, we’re lucky we’ve had Fred around this long.”
Chrissy hiccups a bit, still looking miserable. “I would never do anything to hurt you guys, not deliberately. I hope you know that.”
I grin.
“Of course we know that. But sweetheart, it’s not embarrassing to admit that you’ve had a long-simmering crush on us for ages. In fact, I kind of like it. It’s nice to know we’ve been keeping you busy for more than ten years now.”
She blinks at us, confused.
“You’re not angry? I mean, I was spying,” she whispers, looking down. “I saw what you did to those girls, and I just wanted it for myself.”
I shake my head, taking one of her small hands in my own, as my brother takes her other one.
“The truth is, Chrissy,” I say. “It makes you perfect for us. You’re ready for threesomes, and you love and enjoy being in one. So what if we’re technically ex-stepsiblings? Who even cares? Obviously there’s no love lost between Fred and Angela, and I’m not living my life for them, in any case.”
She stares at us, blinking tears back.
“So you’re not angry?”
“No, we’re not,” Rick drawls in a low voice. “We’re in love with you, that’s what we are. We can’t imagine a woman more perfect, more giving, and more gorgeous than you, baby girl.” She merely stares at us, brown eyes big. “Why are you so surprised?” my brother continues with an easy chuckle. “Is that so hard to believe?”
Chrissy swallows heavily, her face still pale. “Well, because after everything, the secrecy, my mom, our pasts, I didn’t think you’d be interested.”
I merely shrug.
“My dad’s going to be fine. Your mom? Well, I can’t say the same of her, but we’ll figure something out. We love you, Chrissy, and all those secrets? They’re nothing. What matters is that we stick together because you mean everything to us.”
With that, Chrissy begins to cry, and this time I can’t resist. Gently, I lean forward and sweep my lips across hers. She immediately leans into my embrace before Rick breaks in, claiming our beautiful girl’s mouth for his own. Suddenly, the heat between us is high, and I lean back to gaze at this incredible woman.
“Always, sweetheart. You have brought light and joy to our lives, and hell, we never thought we’d come back to Sheridan, but here we are,” I say in a rough tone. “Do you love us as well?”
She throws her arms around our broad shoulders, crying once more.
“Yes yes! Of course I do. But Ryder and Rick, I have one more secret,” she says softly with a sweet smile. “I know you’re sick of secrets, but I promise you’ll like this one.”
My brother grins, stroking one velvet cheek.
“What is it sweetheart? What’s the big news?”
She giggles while blushing.
“Well, I think I’m pregnant with your babies, Ryder and Rick. You’re going to be daddies!”
My brother and I stare at each other, stunned.
“Are you serious?” I breathe.
My twin nods. “This is absolutely incredible. I couldn’t be happier!”
Chrissy nods and smiles again with tears in her eyes.
“I’m pretty sure,” she breathes. “I thought it was food poisoning, but then realized that I haven’t gotten my period in a while now. I’m almost one hundred percent sure that you’re going to be daddies by next year.”
With that, Rick and I descend on the curvy girl, covering her with kisses. Who cares if she’s our stepsister? Who cares if she has the mother from hell? All that matters it that we love her, she loves us, and that we understand one another. After all, Chrissy developed her taste for twins early on, and it works perfectly for her filthy twin stepbrothers.