Chapter Twenty-Four

A much shorter time after that meeting with Dad than either of them led me to believe, they set a date, formalize the whole thing and begin letting friends, family and mutual acquaintances know.

I expect Mom to react much more vitriolically than she does, and it pains me to see that she hasn’t even got enough energy to hate Dad anymore. When she tells me that not only did she know already before Dad sent his official and ridiculously inappropriate announcement letter through, she knew just after they’d both told me, I feel guilty for keeping such an unnecessary secret from her, and upset that Dad obliged me to do so for what he considered to be her well-being.

Mom doesn’t seem to care either way, though. She reads the letter, puts it back in the envelope and sets it away in a kitchen drawer as though nothing more important than a notification to pay a gas bill or an invitation to a party from a distant and barely known relative.

Donkey, in contrast, are much more vocal about how they feel. I don’t see much of them before the end of the year, either because of their schedule or mine or because none of us can afford the ridiculously long journey to see each other, but we talk a lot on the phone, and as much as possible over video webchat, and despite the news about our parents getting remarried with each other, we have plans for the future we’re not going to let anything interrupt.

After the end of this semester, if possible, and if not, the end of the academic year, I’m going to transfer out and try and get a place at LSU. If that doesn’t work, I’ll get a place at the closest college, or I’ll move to Baton Rouge, give up my schooling and get a job instead. Half of the work I’ve done this year is stuff I’ve already covered, and the creative writing module is even more of a joke than everyone warned me it would be. Donkey are against me giving up schooling completely, but I don’t see the point if they are so far away we have to get by on Skype chats and text messages, while I re-read Wuthering Heights for the eight time and write a short story that demonstrates how to use dramatic irony. It’s easier for me to move than it is for them, and the only thing I worry about that’s holding me back is how Mom’s going to get on without me. Dad getting divorced and then remarried to the next door neighbor is a bitter enough pill to swallow already, before me turning around and telling her that I’ve been having my very own secret relationship too, and guess what? It’s with the next door neighbors as well. Both of them.

I know we are going to have to come clean and tell her at some point but I don’t want it to be the thing that finally tips her over the edge. I figure I’ll dress it up somehow, but make sure she’s recovered enough from the fallout from a broken marriage before I do so. If Donkey and I have to hide the fact we are fucking because we’re step-siblings and suddenly that’s a total no-no, then so be it. What I’m not doing is letting the thousand or so miles that keeps us apart, keep us apart for much longer.

I get that their career is important, and I have no intention of taking that away from them, which is why I’m the one that’s thinking of moving much closer to them. No-one knows me in Louisiana either, so Donkey and I can fool about in public just as much as we like - and as much as anyone can handle the taboo of a pair of Godlike twins falling in love with the same person. Menage might be a little tricky for a community to handle, but it’s not outside of the realms of possibility that it exists in more places than just our own. Throw in the fact that we are step-siblings too, though, and soon enough they’ll be chasing us with pitchforks, telling us we’re doing something so evil not even the devil would consider it.

It kills me having to conduct a relationship over such a long distance, especially when Donkey look so gorgeous I’m practically licking the screen to try and gobble them up, but at the moment we don’t have any other choice. I’m just eternally grateful for how things have worked out for us, despite the huge distance between us, and even happier that they don’t see the up-coming marriage between our parents as anything we should unduly worry about.

We’ve talked about how we should handle the relationship going forward, have already begun to refer to each other as boyfriends and girlfriend, and discussed how we might reveal our love to our family members, when the right moment comes along.

This isn’t some flash in the pan distance fuck as Marcy coldly puts it, my best interest at heart always when she does, this is so much more than that, and if Dad can put his cards on the table after so long keeping them covered up and marry whom he clearly considers his one and only true love, then maybe Donkey and I can do the same. One groom either side of me while Dad walks me down the aisle to them both. That would be one hell of a story to tell our grandkids.

I’m getting way ahead of myself, though, which is kind of typical to my style. I was way ahead of myself with Donkey, years before anything happened between us, so I guess that based on the same rule of thumb, it’s likely that nothing will happen between us in that respect for years to come. And I don’t even want to think about the complications with children. It was hard enough deciding who got to fuck me first and officially take my virginity, hard enough every time we’ve fucked since then to decide who takes which role and who gets to come where. Actually, I’m exaggerating a little because as complicated as that might seem to anyone I explain it to (Marcy), Donkey and I have such a natural balance in our love life, that none of that even occurs to me anymore.

The only thing that seems unbalanced in our relationship is the fact that I get to see them physically much less than I’d actually like. We’ve suggested Skype sex and text sex and sending each other pictures and even videos from time to time, and we’ve tried on occasion to recreate the environment through the screens on our cell phones or laptops, but it just isn’t the same. Usually I just ask them to show me what I’ve been dreaming about, whether it’s their swollen cocks or their strong arms or their flat chests or even their manly hands, and I do the same based on what it is they’ve missed from me, and even if we make each other come on occasion, it’s never the same as them being here or me being there.

I pine for the time when I can go out of the house and be with them in half a second again like I always could when I was growing up, or even just in the same city so when I wake up in the morning as horny as hell and need them both to see to me, or can’t get to sleep because my pussy hasn’t been licked in turn by both of them, they can be with me like that.

Tonight is one of those nights I’m super horny and far too emotional than is probably fair.

Christmas is right round the corner, which means new year is on the way, matched with stupidly cold weather, difficult travel conditions, at least three weeks without seeing them and then the prospect of a wedding at the end of winter and not at the start of spring or later, like Dad initially said.

I don’t feel festive, the house is far from it, and I miss my boys. I miss them so much I want to cry.

Donkey are in their room when I call, and it’s Jack that answers.

“Hey”, he says, “We were just thinking about you.”

Zach joins him on the bed, and Jack places the mobile phone on the bedside table after dragging it out in front of them so I can see them both. Just their smiles are enough to warm me up and I begin to feel better already.

“Clean or dirty?” I ask.

Jack and Zach look at each other and then back to me. I love it when they do that, and they do it so often it’s completely unconscious to them.

“Dirty”, Zach says, while Jack says, “clean.”

“No wait, clean”, Zach says, while Jack changes his mind as well and says, “dirty.”

“Both”, they end up saying together, “we miss you, in all ways.”

I smile. “I can’t wait to see you both”, I say.

“I know, right?” Jack says, “I can’t believe we’ve nearly finished a semester here.”

“I wish you were coming home”, I say.

“It’s not really much of a home anymore, Jen”, Zach says before adding. “I wish we were coming to yours.”

“You wouldn’t like it here”, I say. “It’s not very festive.”

“As long as you’ve got the mistletoe up”, Jack jokes.

“Like I need an excuse”, I say.

“We’re going to have to be super secret at the wedding”, Zach says.

“Or not”, I say, thinking out loud. “We could just act like normal and let everyone deal with it.”

“We could”, Zach says, “but we might upstage the happy couple.”

“I still can’t believe it”, I say. I didn’t phone them to talk about the wedding, but I guess it’s such a huge thing in our family right now it’s kind of hard to avoid it. “Not just the relationship going on for so long right under our noses, but the marriage thing as well. It’s kind of difficult to comprehend.”

“I guess that’s why we probably shouldn’t let everyone know about us the day they decide to tie the knot”, Jack says. “It might freak them out.”

“I guess”, I say. “It might freak them out enough to stop right then and there.”

“Mom seems pretty taken by your dad”, Zach says. “I don’t think finding out we’ve been fucking would even be enough to stop her. Might be fun to see though.”

“I doubt she’d even believe it”, I say. “I don’t think either my dad or my mom would. Mom would probably just look at me and say, ‘that’s nice, Jenny, as long as you are happy.’”

“How is your mom?” Jack asks.

“Yeah, same”, I say. “Detached, depressed, almost catatonic some nights. Your dad?”

The twins look at each other again before looking back to the camera. “You’re not going to believe this”, Zach says.

“Go on.”

“He’s dating again, the mother of one of the wide receivers on our team”, Jack says.

“Fucking hell”, I say.

Donkey nod in unison. “How would you like an even bigger family?” Jack asks.

“Is he sexy?” I joke.

“Two not enough for you?” Zach says, raising his eyebrows.

“No, yes”, I say, laughter stopping the words getting out. “Of course.”

“He’s fast”, Jack says, “but he’s nothing like us.”

Zach takes the cue and pulls off his T-shirt to show me his muscles. Jack does the same while his brother is halfway through a pose.

“Ok, I get it, I get it”, I say, giggling at the screen and trying to get a good look of them at the same time.

Donkey smile, relaxed again now. “Once more”, I say, “Two weeks is a long time.”

“Okay”, Zach agrees, “but just once, we don’t want you getting complacent.”

“Or falling in love with an English major”, Jack adds, while the boys flex again.

“Or an entirely different stepbrother on the other side of the family, no matter how good he is at catching the ball and running with it”, Zach says.

“I promise”, I declare quickly. “I promise, I promise.”

“Anyway, I think it’s just a fling, and Marcus has got a girlfriend anyway. Or two girlfriends, or a string of them, who knows, he has a lot of girls around him all the time”, Jack says.

The boys put their T-shirts back on, even though I’m perfectly happy watching them continue to remove even more clothes.

“And what about you two, I suppose you must have women around you all the time, like you did in school”, I say.

I try not to be jealous, but it’s hard sometimes, especially when I miss them so much.

“All the time”, Jack jokes, his mouth spread into a grin.

“Yeah, I bet”, I say, my eyes dipping and my face going red.

“And you?” Zach asks.

“Me? Hundreds”, I say. “Like, literally hundreds all waiting to carry my books or help me with my essays, or take me to the library.”

“Hundreds?” Jack asks.

“Thousand, probably. I mean it’s hard to count with so many of them.”

“Wow”, Zach says.

“Yeah.”

“Well, just make sure you tell them that you’ve got two stepbrothers that will sort them out if they treat you badly”, Jack says.

I smile at how relaxed they both are. I love the trust we have between us all, the mutual respect and admiration. “I still can’t hear that word without getting shives down my spine.”

“Nothing’s going to change between us”, Jack says. “It’ll just be that we can legitimately see each other more often without raising suspicion.”

“Everything’s going to change between us”, I say, trying to think positively about it, but hitting a dead end constantly. “What if they have a baby together?”

Zach pulls a yuck face at the thought of it.

“I honestly don’t think that’s possible”, Jack says, “and even if it were it wouldn’t make any difference to our relationship nor how we feel about each other.”

“Do you honestly believe that, or are you just saying it to make me feel better?” I ask.

“I’m just saying it to make you-”, Jack begins, “wait, what were the options again?”

“Asshole”, I say, trying not to give him the pleasure of a smile.

“Some people think it’s kinky you know”, Zach says. “The whole stepbrother stepsister thing. There are books all over Amazon. Maybe you should write one. Tell our fucked up story.”

“That’s a thing?” I ask.

“And not just here in Louisiana”, Zach adds.

“Some people are weird”, I say. “Others just date two brothers at once.”

“Exactly”, Jack says, his mouth breaking out into that huge grin again.

“I miss you two”, I confess.

“We miss you too”, Zach says. “Jack just doesn’t understand me like you do. Our relationship is dysfunctional without you in it.”

“That is simultaneously the cutest and strangest thing you’ve ever said to me, Zach”, I say.

“I mean it”, he says. “I worried it wouldn’t work but now that I know it does, what doesn’t work is not having you here.”

“And this isn’t enough”, Jack adds, “not for me.”

“I’m working on it”, I say. “It’s hard with Mom.”

“Just get her to come along”, Zach suggests. “Plenty of single dads in Baton Rouge, some of whom have sons that play for the school football team.”

“Too weird”, I say. “That would be way too weird even for us three.”

“That would probably make us the weirdest family in the States”, Jack says, “And that’s saying something.”

“I’m happy just sticking with where we are right now”, I say. “I don’t think I’ve come to terms yet with the fact that Dad’s getting married again so soon after divorcing Mom, so anything else would just blow my mind completely. This year has been totally fucked up for a number of reasons, good and bad.”

“Same”, Jack says. “I still can’t believe you secretly wanted us both.”

“Not just wanted”, I say.

“I can’t believe we didn’t read the notebook either”, Zach says. “That would have made things a little easier for sure.”

“I like that it didn’t matter”, I say. “Marcy still can’t believe you didn’t, but for me, I think it’s perfect.”

“Will you write another one for us?” Zach asks, his cheeks reddening a little. “You know, maybe as a Christmas present.”

“Dirty or clean?” I ask again.

“Dirty”, Zach says. “As dirty as you can get.”

I bite my lip as a sudden bolt of desire flashes through my gut, squirming its way down to my pussy. The other thing about skype sex is the fact it sort of kills the buzz. There’s something that turns me on about the wait, that makes the moment we actually do it after two or three weeks apart, all that more explosive.

“If I write it”, I say, “you know the rules.”

“We know the rules”, Jack says, all too aware of how filthy my mind is when writing my desires down. What I have trouble with saying, I have absolutely no hesitation to put in print. “You know, if you wanted to, we could always-.”

“I want to”, I say, unsure if I’ll be able to resist anyway, “But I want to wait until I see you as well.”

“It’s three weeks”, Jack says, “That’ll be over a month in total.”

“I know”, I say, that flash of desire hitting me again. “But it’s so good when we’ve built it up for so long.”

“That’s the writer in you”, Zach says. “Building the anticipation up to a massive pay off.”

“Maybe”, I say. “Maybe it’s just the woman in me too.”

“You can’t leave us empty handed”, Jack protests. “Not now the conversation has made this turn.”

“Oh?” I naively ask, already positioning myself in a way that will allow me to lift my dress slowly and gradually show the boys my pussy.

“Nuh uh”, they say, shaking their heads in unison, hands going into laps to cover up already semi-hard erections.

“Well”, I say, the hem of my dress already in my hands. “I guess that doesn’t leave me with much choice.”

With eyes almost out on stalks, Donkey lean forward to get as close as they can to the screen, while I lift my dress slowly and show them my tight wet pantieless pussy that has grown so wet over the duration of the conversation my finger slips inside without any resistance at all.

It feels so good I have to demonstrate an almost inhuman level of resistance to hold myself back, and after a good half a minute of fingering my tight wetness, I drop my dress again and cross my legs.

“That will continue when we see each other again”, I say, fighting hard to get the words out.

Donkey lean back against the wall, bulges clearly jabbing against the soft fabric of their jogging pants. “Fuck, yes it will”, they say in unison.