CHAPTER SEVEN
Logan
I silently cursed Lance. The motherfucker had trailed me to the club, stalking me for fuck’s sake. My twin knew me too well and had followed me, slipping in before they locked the doors, joining me in my moment of glory with the beautiful blonde, driving his dick up her ass.
I wasn’t angry about the girl – we share women all the time. After all, lots of females fantasize about doing two men at once. And if they’re handsome identical twins with big sausages? Sign ‘em up, pronto.
So yeah, Lance and I have no problem with sloppy seconds. I’ve tasted his seed, he’s eaten my creampies, it happens when there’s only one cunny involved.
But I was fucking pissed at him now. Why the fuck was he bringing up Kathryn?
“What the fuck is your problem, man?” I growled, grabbing my jacket. By now, we’d made our way off stage, giving Kacey sweet, lingering kisses as she wiped our cum from her body. She was getting changed and would meet us out back in fifteen, hopefully for some more sensual penetration. But for now, I wanted to speak with my brother in private.
“Why are you bringing up Kathryn?” I ground out again, my hackles raised.
The smug jerk was still tucking his shirt at him, ignoring the stares around us.
“Kacey looks just like Kathryn, don’t you agree, brother?” he asked. “I mean, a real doppelganger, maybe she’s even left-handed like Kathryn.”
I smoldered. Kathryn had been someone special to us. A girl we’d been dating, probably the only one we’d ever really loved. Lance and I had met her at summer camp, just the sweetest blonde thing, a nubile, loving, warm seventeen year-old. We’d spent the summer fucking illicitly in the woods, in our cabins, in the lake, anywhere where we could find some privacy, and some places which weren’t so private either.
But it was what happened afterwards that haunted me.
I’d been driving an old car, delivering some camp supplies, Kathryn in the front seat, when I’d lost control. We plunged off a bridge into a lake, and … fuck, this kills me still. I’d managed to get free of my seat belt and swim through the window on my side. Kathryn was struggling frantically with her seat belt, finally managing to unbuckle herself. She’d tried to open the passenger door, but it was stuck, and there was no way to open the window either, the electronics were on the fritz.
As fast as I could, I’d swum over to her side of the car, trying to break her window with my arm, with my elbow, even kicking it, my heavy shoes pounding on the glass. But water is really dense, and my kicks had none of the force they would have had on land.
I then gestured for Kathryn to try and swim over to my side, escaping through the window on my side, but she’d started to panic and must have run out of air. She breathed in, and immediately started bloating and choking, the sight a horrific memory to this day. Kathryn gasped underwater, holding her neck frantically as her head bobbed back and forth, and I’ll never forget the sight of our beautiful girl dying a slow, watery death.
It breaks me up still. Lance hadn’t spoken to me for months, even after her death had been declared accidental. A distinct chill had come between us because I’d inordinately caused the death of the love of our life. We were two boys crushed, defeated, the spirit taken out of us.
And so tragedy had struck at eighteen, and even seven years later, there were still remnants of intense grief. I’m not sure what drew me to Kacey. Maybe it was the blonde hair and shapely figure, but hell, there are tons of curvy blondes out there. There was something deeper about this … and we were on a collision course to hell.