Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (47 page)

“I’ve
 been
 practicing.
 Maybe
 you
 can
 put
 me
 on
 YouTube.”
 
I
 smacked
 him
 on
 the
 chest
 for
 being
 silly.
 “Stop
 it!”
 I
 climbed
 off
 and
 walked
 
over
 to
 our
 open
 concept
 kitchen.
 “Are
 you
 hungry,
 babe?”
 
“Are
 you
 offering
 to
 climb
 on
 the
 countertop
 and
 spread
 your
 legs?”
 He
 
followed
 me
 and
 cornered
 me
 in
 front
 of
 the
 counter.
 
“Don’t
 you
 want
 to
 eat
 a
 meal?”
 I
 wasn’t
 going
 to
 be
 able
 to
 resist
 him
 much
 
longer,
 so
 I
 held
 up
 a
 box
 of
 pasta.
 “We
 can
 order
 something?
 We
 could
 go
 out?”
 
He
 grabbed
 the
 package
 out
 of
 my
 hand
 and
 sat
 it
 behind
 me.
 “I’m
 craving
 
one
 thing.
 You
 know
 what
 I
 want.
 Now,
 get
 up
 there
 and
 take
 off
 your
 pants.”
 
“Stoshua
 Wheeler,
 what’s
 gotten
 into
 you?”
 While
 I
 stood
 there
 arguing,
 he
 
started
 removing
 my
 pants.
 I
 walked
 out
 of
 them.
 He
 grabbed
 me
 and
 pulled
 me
 
close
 to
 him.
 His
 kisses
 started
 at
 my
 belly
 button
 and
 started
 trailing
 down
 one
 of
 
my
 hips.
 I
 backed
 away.
 “How
 about
 we
 get
 in
 the
 tub?
 You
 know
 I
 like
 riding
 you
 in
 
there.
 You
 can
 wash
 me
 and
 do
 whatever
 you
 want.”
 
“Really?”
 He
 stopped
 reaching
 for
 me.
 “Anything?”
 
I
 nodded
 and
 bit
 down
 on
 my
 lip.
 “Anything.”
 
He
 smiled,
 but
 didn’t
 think
 very
 long
 about
 it.
 “I’ll
 race
 you
 there.”
 
Our
 one
 story
 rancher
 was
 laid
 out
 so
 he
 could
 get
 around
 easily.
 I
 tried
 to
 
keep
 up
 with
 him,
 but
 his
 chair
 kept
 me
 from
 passing.
 It
 was
 a
 fun
 game
 we’d
 play
 
and
 seeing
 him
 smile
 made
 me
 realize
 how
 happy
 we
 were.
 Stosh
 no
 longer
 worried
 
about
 us
 breaking
 up.
 We
 were
 planning
 our
 future,
 a
 future
 full
 of
 children
 and
 
hopes
 and
 dreams.
 
When
 we
 made
 it
 to
 the
 bathroom,
 I
 helped
 him
 undress.
 We
 took
 our
 time
 
removing
 each
 article
 of
 clothing
 in
 between
 ravenous
 kisses.
 I
 watched
 him
 lift
 his
 
body
 up
 and
 seat
 himself
 in
 the
 large
 soaking
 tub.
 I
 ran
 the
 water
 and
 started
 to
 take
 
off
 the
 rest
 of
 my
 clothes.
 
He
 licked
 his
 lips
 in
 anticipation.
 “Hurry
 up,
 babe.
 I’ve
 been
 waiting
 all
 day
 to
 
kiss
 those
 sweet
 lips.”
 
It
 gave
 me
 chills
 whenever
 he
 talked
 like
 that.
 Since
 his
 accident,
 Stosh
 had
 
made
 it
 a
 point
 to
 satisfy
 me
 more
 than
 he’d
 ever
 done
 before.
 It
 was
 like
 it
 was
 
necessary
 for
 him
 to
 feel
 like
 he
 was
 still
 capable
 of
 giving
 me
 pleasure.
 I
 didn’t
 need
 
sex
 for
 that,
 but
 I
 didn’t
 argue
 when
 he
 put
 in
 the
 extra
 initiative,
 besides
 he
 could
 
still
 become
 erect
 with
 little
 stimulation.
 His
 doctor
 said
 that
 the
 spinal
 injury
 had
 
nothing
 to
 do
 with
 the
 nerve
 stimulation
 that
 came
 from
 his
 brain.
 It
 was
 all
 beyond
 
my
 reasonable
 thinking,
 but
 my
 parents
 said
 it
 made
 sense.
 After
 we
 internet
 
searched,
 we
 found
 that
 quite
 a
 few
 men
 were
 able
 to
 have
 normal
 sex,
 and
 some
 
had
 even
 fathered
 children,
 even
 without
 being
 able
 to
 feel
 anything
 during
 
intercourse.
 
I
 thought
 about
 what
 he’d
 just
 stated.
 I
 couldn’t
 wait,
 “I
 know
 you
 aren’t
 
talking
 about
 the
 lips
 on
 my
 face.”
 
“You’re
 right.”
 He
 looked
 down
 at
 my
 naked
 sex.
 “You
 know
 what
 I
 want.”
 
I
 rubbed
 myself
 down
 there.
 “This?”
 
He
 smiled
 and
 shook
 his
 head.
 “It’s
 not
 nice
 to
 tease
 someone
 that
 can’t
 run
 
after
 you.”
 
“Don’t
 worry,
 babe.
 I
 won’t
 run.”
 I
 took
 a
 step
 closer
 to
 the
 tub.
 “Why
 would
 I
 
run
 from
 something
 I
 love
 so
 much?”
 
“Two
 more
 steps
 and
 my
 tongue
 will
 having
 you
 screaming
 my
 name.”
 
I
 climbed
 into
 the
 tub
 and
 straddled
 him.
 “Show
 me
 what
 you
 got!”
 
His
 upper
 arm
 strength
 increased
 by
 the
 minute
 and
 picking
 me
 up
 seemed
 
like
 it
 took
 no
 effort
 on
 his
 part.
 My
 wet
 body
 lifted
 up
 out
 of
 the
 water.
 As
 the
 brisk
 
air
 in
 the
 room
 hit
 my
 wet
 body,
 I
 felt
 his
 tongue
 flicking
 my
 tiny
 bud.
 I
 arched
 my
 
body
 as
 he
 got
 into
 a
 rhythm.
 I
 felt
 him
 sucking
 my
 entire
 pussy
 into
 his
 mouth.
 He
 
moaned
 and
 sucked
 harder.
 I
 ran
 my
 hands
 through
 his
 hair
 and
 cried
 out
 in
 
pleasure.
 He
 pulled
 away
 and
 moved
 his
 fingers
 over
 my
 wet
 lips.
 Then,
 while
 
looking
 right
 at
 me,
 he
 flicked
 my
 clit
 again
 with
 his
 tongue.
 This
 time
 he
 did
 it
 using
 
pressure.
 While
 his
 hands
 reached
 up
 and
 squeezed
 my
 nipples,
 his
 tongue
 slapped
 
and
 punished
 my
 tiny
 bud.
 I
 cried
 out
 again,
 this
 time
 losing
 control
 of
 my
 body.
 
Stosh
 held
 me
 still
 and
 slowly
 lowered
 me
 down
 into
 the
 water.
 I
 found
 his
 lips
 and
 
kissed
 him,
 teasing
 him
 with
 my
 tongue.
 
 
 
 
Chapter
 30
 
Hey
 hey
 hey,
 Goodbye!
 
 
Stosh
 froze
 in
 place
 and
 held
 me
 still.
 “Don’t
 move!”
 
I
 was
 immediately
 alarmed.
 “Why?
 What’s
 wrong?”
 Since
 he
 was
 able
 to
 get
 
an
 erection,
 but
 not
 feel
 anything,
 I
 was
 starting
 to
 worry.
 The
 first
 time
 it
 happened,
 
we
 were
 both
 in
 shock.
 Sex
 was
 still
 the
 same
 for
 me,
 but
 he
 couldn’t
 feel
 a
 thing.
 
Just
 to
 keep
 him
 from
 feeling
 bad,
 we
 always
 did
 other
 things.
 
“I
 can
 feel
 pins
 and
 needles
 in
 my
 toes.”
 
I
 was
 so
 happy
 that
 I
 backed
 away.
 He
 gave
 me
 a
 look
 of
 disappointment,
 
then
 focused
 back
 on
 his
 feet.
 
 
“Can
 you
 really
 feel
 something?”
 I
 reached
 down
 and
 tickled
 the
 underneath.
 
He
 smiled.
 “I
 can
 feel
 you
 touching
 me.
 It’s
 faint,
 but
 I
 can
 feel
 the
 pressure
 of
 
your
 touch.”
 
“Babe,
 do
 you
 know
 what
 this
 means?”
 
“Yeah,
 but
 we
 better
 call
 the
 doctor
 in
 the
 morning,
 just
 to
 be
 sure.”
 
All
 of
 the
 doctors
 had
 told
 him
 that
 if
 he
 were
 to
 regain
 feeling,
 it
 could
 take
 
months,
 but
 after
 a
 year
 the
 hope
 for
 that
 happening
 would
 dwindle.
 I
 was
 so
 
excited
 for
 him.
 In
 college,
 I’d
 had
 a
 friend
 that
 was
 reaching
 in
 her
 backseat.
 She
 hit
 
a
 corner
 and
 flipped
 her
 car.
 After
 being
 in
 the
 hospital
 for
 nine
 months
 due
 to
 a
 
broken
 back,
 she
 was
 left
 with
 no
 feeling
 from
 the
 waist
 down.
 It
 took
 her
 four
 
months
 to
 start
 feeling
 something,
 and
 six
 more
 months
 before
 she
 could
 start
 
therapy
 to
 walk
 again.
 
 
Even
 if
 Stosh
 would
 be
 able
 to
 walk
 one
 day,
 the
 road
 to
 that
 victory
 was
 
going
 to
 be
 long
 and
 hard
 for
 him.
 
 
For
 over
 an
 hour,
 we
 laid
 in
 bed
 and
 I
 continued
 to
 tickle
 his
 feet.
 He
 was
 so
 
amused
 by
 it.
 I
 called
 my
 dad
 and
 told
 him
 about
 what
 Stosh
 was
 experiencing.
 He
 
thought
 it
 was
 a
 good
 sign.
 
The
 next
 morning
 we
 went
 to
 the
 doctors.
 He
 poked
 Stosh
 a
 zillion
 times
 
from
 his
 feet
 to
 his
 thighs.
 When
 we
 left,
 we
 had
 hope
 that
 one
 day
 he
 would
 be
 able
 
to
 walk
 again,
 after
 a
 lot
 of
 physical
 therapy.
 
 
Both
 of
 our
 parents
 came
 over
 to
 celebrate
 the
 good
 news.
 Stosh’s
 parents
 
did
 all
 of
 the
 cooking,
 while
 we
 talked
 about
 the
 baby
 and
 plans
 for
 the
 nursery.
 
After
 much
 thought,
 we
 decided
 to
 keep
 the
 sex
 a
 secret.
 
Okay,
 it
 was
 Stosh’s
 request
 and
 I
 just
 wanted
 to
 make
 him
 happy.
 
Truth
 be
 told,
 I
 didn’t
 care
 what
 I
 had,
 as
 long
 as
 he
 or
 she
 was
 healthy.
 I’d
 
been
 through
 so
 much
 stress,
 and
 yet,
 we
 were
 still
 perfectly
 healthy.
 Maybe
 God
 
was
 rewarding
 us
 for
 getting
 through
 the
 biggest
 test
 of
 our
 lives.
 Whatever
 the
 
case,
 we
 were
 so
 thankful.
 
My
 sister’s
 trial
 started
 on
 a
 Tuesday.
 I
 told
 myself
 I
 wasn’t
 going
 to
 attend,
 
but
 we
 were
 subpoenaed
 and
 all
 had
 to
 be
 there.
 She
 looked
 even
 worse
 than
 when
 I
 
had
 visited
 her.
 My
 mother
 took
 it
 harder
 than
 my
 father.
 She
 burst
 into
 tears
 when
 
they
 brought
 her
 into
 the
 room.
 It
 didn’t
 help
 that
 she
 was
 handcuffed.
 
After
 two
 days,
 my
 sister
 was
 sentenced
 to
 eight
 years
 in
 jail.
 We
 knew
 that
 
meant
 that
 she
 would
 probably
 get
 out
 in
 only
 four.
 I
 was
 glad
 she
 was
 going
 to
 be
 
put
 away,
 but
 afraid
 for
 what
 was
 going
 to
 happen
 when
 she
 got
 out.
 
The
 judge
 ordered
 her
 to
 have
 another
 mental
 health
 evaluation.
 She
 was
 
ordered
 to
 spend
 the
 first
 six
 months
 in
 a
 facility,
 instead
 of
 a
 normal
 jail.
 
 
I
 didn’t
 care
 where
 she
 was
 locked
 up,
 as
 long
 as
 she
 couldn’t
 get
 out.
 
 
Stosh
 and
 I
 had
 discussed
 our
 future
 plans
 for
 when
 my
 sister
 did
 get
 out
 of
 
prison.
 Our
 child
 would
 be
 four
 and
 we
 knew
 that
 protecting
 them
 was
 our
 main
 
concern.
 My
 parents
 agreed
 with
 our
 concern.
 They
 bought
 a
 cabin
 about
 three
 
hours
 from
 our
 small
 town.
 They
 pulled
 out
 cash
 to
 make
 the
 purchase
 and
 had
 the
 
deed
 put
 in
 a
 fake
 name.
 Sure,
 it
 was
 illegal,
 but
 they
 wanted
 us
 to
 be
 safe.
 It
 was
 
also
 a
 shame
 that
 such
 extreme
 measures
 had
 to
 be
 taken,
 but
 we
 all
 knew
 what
 my
 
sister
 was
 capable
 of.
 If
 Ivy
 could
 retaliate,
 she
 was
 going
 to.