All Chapters of The Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I pull away at the sound. "I guess it's time to feed our wife." I laugh at them, my cheeks heating up slightly. "It must have been the hot sex with me earlier. Built yourself quite the appetite, didn't you?" Nick wraps his arm around my shoulder and guides us to the kitchen, Antonio following close behind. "She had sex with me earlier, too." Antonio rounds the counter of the kitchen and heads to the fridge. I take a seat on the cold counter, Nick immediately situating himself in between my open legs. "Actually, Tony, that took more strain on my body than I expected." He turns to us with a slightly regretful face. Regretful eyes, but a small smile. He is fucking estaticI was left fucking horny. "I'm sorry about that, actually, Cara. I knew that I was pushing you too far. We should have built up to that. Please, forgive me." I shake my head at him with a smile. "Antonio Rossi, relax. I enjoyed what happened earlier. I love knowing how much control you guys have over me, a

"Then she became pregnant about a year after marrying our father. Our mom cried for two hours straight when she found out about being pregnant. She knew that while it would keep her beatings at bay, it would also mean bringing a child into this world that would be put through the same thing." "Imagine her surprise when she gave birth to the two of us." Antonio reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a small picture and hands it to me. I let go of their hands and grab the picture. There's a beautiful young girl laying in a bed, holding two blanketed babies and smiling widely. "She loved us so fucking much. She always said that we were her one true love. We were home schooled, just like all the men in our family before. Our mom did her best to take the blunt of our fathers anger, but we got a lot of it, too. He would lock us up in the basement, no lights on and no food or water. Claimed he was preparing us in case we were ever kidnapped by his enemies." "We wer

"I used to hate the beach. It reminded me of our mom. She loved the beach so much. It hurt being here. But when you came into our lives, I began to love it. Because it began to remind me of you, of all of our good times, and of all the good times I've had before our mother died. I kind of like to think of this as our place." I think about his words thoroughly before responding. "I like that. Us having our own little place. You've certainly made sure it's memorable for me." He laughs above me, no doubt thinking of all the times we've had sex here on the beach. "You are probably the best thing that's ever walked into my life." "Technically, you guys walked into my apartment, so you walked into my life." He laughs above me. I pull away and force him to look down at me, cupping his cheeks and staring into his eyes. "And I'm the luckiest fucking girl that Jacob dragged me into your guys' drama. Otherwise, I would have never met you guys. And the thought of not knowing you guys, it fuck

My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I feel a thick stream of fluid begin to gush out of me quickly as I black out momentarily. My breathing is all I can hear. My movements have all halted. When I can finally see again, I blush and try to hide my face by looking away slightly. Nick and Antonio are both staring at me in stunned silence. Nicks cock is still impossibly hard, my hand simply resting at the base of it. Antonio’s cock is still rock hard inside of me. But his entire front is wet. Like soaking wet. Even part of his face has wet splashes on it. “Did I pee?” I ask, embarassed and bite my lip slightly. “I’ve never seen you squirt like that. I’ve never seen anyone do that, actually.” The twins both turn to face each other and high five. “Our wife is a squirter.” “Guess it’s my turn.” Nick laughs and attacks my mouth, pulling me away from his twin. He kisses me roughly, taking away my breath and feeling me with desire and burning need. When he eventually pulls

Our entire lives, Antonio and I have had to deal with the most difficult shit. Shitty father, dead mother. Isolation. Physical and mental abuse at the hands of our father. We were punished for things well beyond our fucking control. But we dealt with it. I think that a part of us knew that one day, it would all be worth it. And now, years later. It's finally worth it. Well fucking worth it. And all because of Caroline Brooks. Well, I guess I should say, Caroline Rossi. Today marks our three-month anniversary. Three months of near blissful marriage. I say nearly because, well, something is not okay between us and Caroline. She isn't happy. At least, not completely. She tells us she loves us daily, but that is difficult to believe when she doesn't show it. I'm not trying to say that she's a bad wife, because she genuinely is not. She's far from it. She dotes on us, she talks to us. She fucking laughs with us. She has minute moments of happiness, but then she gets this l