Page 12 of Double The Pleasure

"Nothing, what's happening with you and Colm?" I redirect her, knowing she isn't going to want to talk to me about what she was doing in her room with my brother.

She squints her eyes at me, "Nothing." A blush lights her checks and I'm sure there is no way Colm did 'nothing' when he had her in there with him just like I wasn't doing 'nothing' with her sister. Harper tries to squirm away from me but I just hold her tighter keeping her on my lap.

Colm comes out behind Harley but doesn't make any move to walk around her. In fact, he slips his hands around her. She stiffens in his arms but it doesn't stop him from keeping them there. Our eyes meet over the girls' heads and our silent communication starts. That thing twins do when they just know what the other one is thinking is something me and Colm have done since we were babies.

He wants to take them home. Good, so do I. But how are we going to get them to agree to that without just kidnapping them? I can tell my brother is down for that but I would like to not put the mother of my children through that kind of stress if I can help it. I tell my brother this by placing my hand on Harper's stomach and I see the idea go out of his head immediately.

"Why don't you guys come over to the house tonight so we can apologize for...getting you drunk and for my brother knocking your sister up and stuff?" The girls gasp in unison and I shoot Colm a dirty look.

"I think what my brother is trying to say is that we just want to show you we aren't always this much trouble. We'll even cook for you all."

Immediately I can tell Harper isn't going to go for it and her sister will. They surprise me though. Harper is the one who doesn't shoot the idea down immediately while her sister isn't having any of it.

"That might be a good idea. We can discuss...things somewhere quietly."

"Absolutely not!" Harley's mouth falls open when she hears her sister agree. "What is wrong with you? Of course we don't want to spend any more time with them. They...almost got us pregnant last night." She hisses it at her sister who flinches a little in my arms.

"And I might be the one who is already. I need...to be able to talk things out, figure out what comes next." She looks at her sister pleadingly. I see Harley cave.

"Fine. But nobody is drinking anything tonight!"

Colm and I hold our hands up until we are mirror images and swear there will be no alcohol involved at the same time. A smile tilts both girls' lips up before we hastily make our retreat so they can't back out of coming over to our house tonight.

On the way back to the car Colm looks at me, "I think that went well, don't you?"

I got drunk, sprayed my baby batter all over my girl before I even got my dick inside of her, AND opened the door to her ex - oh yeah, it went swell. Harper must think I'm a freaking crazy person considering I didn't stop once I was sober. I just kept on going, laying her back and fingering her in the living room while her sister was in the bedroom and could've come out at any time. What the hell is wrong with me when it comes to this girl?

Harper has never been like any other woman I have ever met. She's different. Right from the start I wanted to protect her - and have her. I'm no fucking hero. I don't have a savior complex that causes me to go around saving every woman I meet. If anything I have the opposite of a hero complex. I mind my own damned business and expect other people to mind theirs. It's Colm's fault. It's always been just him and me against the world. As long as I had him I never felt lonely or like I missed out on anything if I didn't hit up a party because Colm would go for the both of us or we would stay in and do our own thing that was just as fun if not better than any party. Looking back I can kind of see where I might have used Colm as a crutch to be antisocial and distance myself from people around me.

We lost our mom and dad when both of us were still really young. We were only twelve when they died in a car crash and we were sent to our mom's sister to live. Aunt Jackie was the shit. She taught us how to get past our grief and how to work hard for what we wanted even if it's hard. And she would understand all about life being hard. Here she had two teen boys to raise by herself and not much money or resources to go around. She did it though – somehow - and as soon as me and Colm could, we started helping her like she helped us. She and her girlfriend are in Jamaica on a month-long trip right now. Fuck I want her to meet Harper.

She always wanted us to meet women who would understand the twin bond we shared and not make us split up. Not that we want to fuck in the same bed or anything but I'm sure for some women it would be weird that two grown-ass men live in the same house and share almost everything. I pull into our home and sit trying to see it from a stranger's perspective. I can tell Colm is doing the same thing.

"We have a lot of fucking cleaning to do before we let the girls come over." Colm is already out of the car on his last word. He isn't wrong. We aren't slobs by any means, but we probably wouldn't want Aunt Jackie over right now either. And if we wouldn't let our Aunt come over we definitely don't want the girls to see that as a first impression of the house we live in. We spend the rest of the day cleaning for them.

By the time Colm goes to pick them up I'm so nervous I can barely spit and I spend most of the time planning what to do if they don't come tonight. As soon as the car stops I am out on the front porch. Our house isn't far from the city but neither one of us wanted to actually live in the city when that's where we work. We wanted a place we could pack up at the end of the week and leave all of that behind.

We also wanted a big house. We always knew we were going to live together but we damn sure didn't want to live on top of each other so we split the house. On one side is Colm's bedroom and office and the other is mine and the middle is where we hang out when we're both home together. It's like one big ass family room with a television and game system. The kitchen and dining room is an open plan that flows from the living room into one after the other. But if we're being honest we don't use the dining room for much of anything other than to have business meetings on Mondays and Fridays. It was one of the things that needed the most work.

If she doesn't like something I can change it on my side and see if I can talk my brother into changing it in the common room area. Harper hangs back a little as Colm all but drags Harley up the stairs. She's wearing cut-off shorts and a shirt that hangs off her shoulders. Damn she's pretty.

"I didn't know what to wear and when Harley asked Colm he said to wear something comfortable." I shove down the jealousy that flares up at her words. I want her to call me and ask me. I want her to rely on me but I also know it wasn't her that actually called Colm. I slide my eyes over to my twin and see him eye fucking Harley without even bothering to hide it. I have no reason to be jealous given the look on his face.

"Good, I want you guys to relax and let me and Colm handle everything." I take her hand and walk her to the door. Both of them gasp when they step in and see our living room. It has a sunken couch that spans almost the entire living room area. Sofas are on three sides of it all turned toward the fireplace and television. Behind that are the windows that look out on the side of the house which is landscaped by our aunt's girlfriend who does amazing fucking work. I can't wait to show her the backyard.

The coolest thing about the living room is the sunken area inside the sunken room. If you walk towards the television you can see a small circle cut away and filled with fluffy pillows - and on most days game controllers, but not today - it's not as wide as the rest of the living room and sits closer to the fireplace. If we don't want to watch t.v. we can sit and watch the fire dance as I eat her pussy until she screams for me to stop.

"Oh my God! This place is so awesome! Guys!" Harper shouts and reaches for me. Harley and Harper explore the living room and some of the nerves I was feeling earlier have vanished. Harley is already in the kitchen but I see Harper eyeing the secret area like she might want to spend a couple of rainy nights there with me.

We eventually take them to the backyard where we've set up the outside table. We have tea lights hanging from the porch courtesy of our aunt. The backyard is big. Right outside the kitchen is the patio area where we grill and eat, further on is the pool but before that is a little strip of grass that's good to play tag football in - or wrestle your brother on summer nights on who gets the last hot dog.

Dinner is relaxed and low-key. Halfway through I realize how much I've been smiling and laughing tonight. We let the stars pop out while we keep talking. I take every opportunity to touch Harper that I can. Little touches that let her know I'm close. All of us head in and Colm talks the girls into staying to watch a movie with us.

"Come down into the Hole. It's a lot cozier than the normal living room."

"The Hole?" Harley asks but I see Harper is already looking that way.

"It's just what we call it. This is usually where we play video games and talk shit with one another." I take Harper's hand and lead her to it. "We love the living room but sometimes it feels too big for just the two of us."

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