Signing off on some business, reading documents, blah, blah. The game of managing my finances was a necessary evil, but it didn't mean that it was a fun one.
Getting back home was something I always looked forward to. I could take a load off, have a drink, get some food, just a rare time to chill out and take it easy.
More so than ever, though, I was looking forward to getting back to the penthouse. Let's just say something I very much enjoyed had taken up residence there.
I stepped through the door, and I could smell it. Sweat and cum—the undeniable scent of sex.
Coming out of our guest room—now a room for Cassie—was Jack.
"I see you've gotten time to bond with Cassie," I said, going to the kitchen table and taking a seat.
"What makes you say that?"
"Look at yourself. Do I really have to explain it?"
He did as I asked. "Right. Um. Yeah."
"I knew you wouldn't be able to hold back if I couldn't."
He sat down beside me, dropping a tin in front of me. I reached over and pulled it to me. "Birth control? Did you try to get her to take these?" I raised an eyebrow.
A soft smile came to Jack's face. "On the contrary. I stopped her from taking it."
"Really now? And then you fucked her, and for some reason I'm doubting you showed the proper discipline in pulling out before you busted your nut."
"Hey, you didn't, so why should I?"
"Because I remember you chewing me out yesterday about not littering bastards everywhere."
"Well, little brother, let's just say you painted an incredibly vivid picture for me, and I liked what I saw. Fuck, she's hot enough already to be doing this to us. What other girl had driven us this batty?"
I delved into my thoughts. The twin game was fun to play sometimes. I wouldn't say every girl, but damn near close to it, liked the idea of being fucked by a pair of buff identical twins. When we wanted easy mode for our conquests, we readily exploited.
We always chased, but only for a night and after a few drinks. Furthermore? We wrapped our dicks up, no matter what the girl said. We weren't going to take chances.
Cassie made us a slight bit crazy. We didn't need the slightest drop of alcohol, and using a condom with her almost seemed criminal. As if she was so much of a goddess that you didn’t bring a soulless and artificial piece of latex into a situation like that.
"I expected you to throw more of a fit, Jules."
I shrugged. I didn't know why I wasn't terribly offended either. "She's something special. And I guess my primal monkey brain can be a bit rational sometimes."
"Primal monkey brain?"
"We're both fucking her. No protection. No restraint. There's something inside us that sees Cassie as our one true mate, and it's kicking us into wanting to make her bear our children. It's our most basic biology. We think we're above it, what with being geniuses and creating massive, effective numerical algorithms, but we're still human. Still primates. Still not much more than beasts."
Jack gave me a funny look. "How does that make a rational, primal monkey brain?"
"Well, who else on this planet has the exact same genes as I do? Who's pretty much my clone at the genetic level?"
He laughed. "Me, unfortunately. It's a horrible burden to carry, believe me."
"Not what I mean, bro. Whoever’s seed does claim her, we both claim her. She belongs to both of us."
Rubbing his chin, he smirked. "I see where you’re going. I guess you're fully on board with the whole knock-her-up train, even though we both know it's a bit crazy?"
"Are you going to stop? You going to keep your dick in your pants, or at least remind yourself to wrap it up?"
"Uh..." He thought to himself.
"Exactly."
I stood, grabbing the birth control pack, and walked over to the kitchen sink. I opened each slot, emptying the pills down the drain, and then throwing on the garbage disposal, utterly destroying any semblance of chemical protection in the way of our twisted plan.
"The way I see it," I continued, leaning against the sink, "is we stop fighting our instincts. Our bodies are trying to push us toward something good, and I'm not going to deny it."
"Give in to our baser desires to the fullest, huh?"
"It's not like we can't afford to treat our whims, and hey, maybe being a grandmother will help bring Mom back down to earth and back from this Jean Pierre Jacques asshole, whoever he is."
"Yeah, use our success to make ourselves happier, huh?" Jack was silent for a moment. "What if she's not on board with it?"
"She sounds like she's pretty on board with it."
"Yeah, but she hasn't really been able to think about it. We just sweep her up in the moment, take her, and not even let her rationally think it through. I mean, it's fun and all, but I can't help but feel I'm taking advantage of her."
I hated when Jack had a point. "Well then. If she comes up and tells either one of us she wants no part of this, it's hands off. She makes us both hot as hell, but if she says no, then we don't go. We deal with it. We let her do the job properly and care for Tiff. We'll just have to get used to walking around with raging erections until the novelty wears off."
"Fuck, that sounds painful."
"You're the one who had to bring up ethics, man."
"It's for the better, I know, but damn."
"You really think she has a chance of turning us down? She's the same sort of monkey-brain driven sack of hormones that we are, man."
"I know, just..."
I hated seeing that Jack had some doubts. It suggested to me that there was a possibility that everyone wouldn't be on board with our insanity. That having Cassie was a short-term prospect.
What a horrible thought. As much as I talked about rational, biological impulses, though, human beings were above that.
We were controlled by desires, purpose, morals, and a whole lot of things.
Cassie was a woman, yes, and one we enjoyed very much and who enjoyed us back.
I loathed the thought that what I wanted might not be what she wanted.
That I would only get to taste heaven once, and then I never would again.
God, I hoped she was as twisted and horny as we were.