Page 23 of Double Massive: A Twin Stepbrother Romance

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Kacey

One year later …

So that’s how I came to know my stepbrothers’ startling past, that they’d once loved a girl who was dead now. Her resemblance to me was uncanny, and I had to ask.

“Patricia mentioned that you were drawn to me because I look like Kathryn, your ex-girlfriend,” I said slowly. “Is it true?”

My brothers took their time answering.

“Baby, we’d be lying if we said it wasn’t,” began Lance, “because you do look like her. The moment we saw you in the Donkey Club, it was like Kathryn come back to life, seven years later.”

“But you are your own person,” stated Logan emphatically. “We’ve gotten to know you in the months since, and while you are like her in some ways, curvy, sassy, sweet and intelligent, you’re also different. You’re the woman who’s our baby’s mother, and Kathryn was a girl we met at summer camp, nothing but a teenage love.”

“Please believe us,” continued Lance, “when we say we’re absolutely committed to you and our son, one hundred percent.”

Because baby Luke had been born two months ago, and was the center of our lives. With his black hair and green eyes, he was a miniature of his daddies, his gurgles and coos ringing through the apartment at all hours.

And I decided to trust my gut instinct. I had no sense that I was a replacement for another woman in the months that I’d known Logan and Lance, no sense that they were trying to fill a gap in their lives through me. Instead, I knew that my brothers treasured me, that the baby and I were their number one priorities now.

But I still had more questions.

“Logan,” I said slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me about Patricia? She said you were engaged.”

His face turned ashen.

“We were never engaged,” he ground out harshly. “That was all in her dreams. She lived with me because she helped me through a hard time, but we didn’t even share a bedroom and I certainly didn’t fuck her after meeting you.”

“Are you moving in with us now?” I asked tentatively.

Logan and Lance shared a glance.

“Sister,” said Lance, taking my hand. “We want to start a life with you. We want to get a bigger apartment, a family-sized apartment, for the three of us and the baby … and more babies to come,” he murmured.

“Yes,” added Logan. “We want Luke to have a sister … and maybe another sister and another brother,” he grinned.

My heart started beating fast. That was four children! But my brothers had foreseen my startled reaction.

“Don’t worry honey, we’ll get nannies to help,” chuckled Lance.

“And the kids won’t want for anything,” promised Logan. “But there’s no time to lose right? Four kids is a lot, and we’re only on number one right now,” he said, looking my body up and down, appreciating those sassy curves.

Suddenly, I knew why I was with these men. They hadn’t cared what the world thought. Not that we were step-siblings, not that they were having a baby with their sister, not that their reputations had been tarnished by two suspicious deaths. Instead, Logan and Lance were totally committed to doing right by me and my baby.

So I felt loved, completely and totally loved by my steps, my heart beating faster as I leaned forward to kiss them.

“Logan,” I murmured, “Lance.”

“God, I love hearing you say our names,” growled Logan. “Come here, sister.”

And he swept me onto his lap, sweetly kissing my neck, trailing his tongue against the elegant slope of my shoulder. Although I’d given birth only two months earlier, my body had bounced back remarkably well, on show in a clingy rose-colored shift.

“Let’s see what we have here,” rumbled Lance, getting on his knees between my legs. He lifted the hem of the pink dress, exposing my thighs inch by inch. My legs parted of their own volition as he watched with hungry eyes, revealing the moistness at my center, that part of my body wet and desperate for my brothers’ attentions.

“Sweetheart,” growled Lance, never taking his eyes from my cunt. “Are you ready for loving again? Is your body ready?”

I smiled at him, even as Logan squeezed and massaged my teats. “Yes, brothers, it’s going to be okay. In fact, I was thinking of giving you an extra treat.”