Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (49 page)

I
 shoved
 him.
 “Stop
 it!”
 
The
 doorbell
 rang
 and
 Stosh
 grabbed
 our
 daughter
 off
 the
 counter.
 
“Grandma’s
 here!”
 
He
 whisked
 her
 away
 while
 I
 was
 still
 getting
 on
 some
 shorts.
 
By
 the
 time
 I
 was
 decent,
 they
 were
 all
 ready
 to
 head
 out
 the
 door.
 We
 kissed
 
them
 and
 waved
 as
 they
 got
 her
 situated
 in
 her
 car
 seat.
 Once
 Stosh
 closed
 the
 door,
 
I
 could
 tell
 he
 was
 in
 one
 of
 his
 moods.
 He
 rubbed
 his
 hands
 together.
 “I
 hate
 what
 
you’re
 wearing.”
 He
 grabbed
 me
 by
 the
 hand
 and
 pulled
 me
 back
 to
 our
 bedroom.
 
Once
 inside,
 he
 started
 taking
 off
 my
 clothes.
 
 
“What
 are
 you
 doing?”
 
“It’s
 been
 two
 days.
 I
 have
 needs.”
 He
 dropped
 his
 shorts
 and
 stood
 there
 at
 
full
 attention.
 
 
I
 smiled
 and
 reached
 up
 to
 kiss
 him,
 but
 he
 pulled
 away
 and
 pointed
 toward
 
the
 bed.
 “You’re
 bossy!”
 
He
 smacked
 my
 ass
 and
 followed
 me
 to
 the
 bed.
 “I’m
 horny!”
 
I
 climbed
 up
 and
 turned
 around,
 just
 as
 he
 was
 climbing
 on
 top
 of
 me.
 I
 
kissed
 him
 softly
 on
 the
 lips,
 letting
 my
 tongue
 make
 contact
 with
 his,
 before
 pulling
 
away.
 “Hi,
 Horny,
 I’m
 Pregnant.”
 
Our
 kissing
 halted
 as
 I
 watched
 the
 biggest
 smile
 come
 over
 Stosh’s
 face.
 He
 
pushed
 the
 hair
 away
 from
 my
 forehead
 and
 kissed
 me
 on
 my
 nose.
 “Seriously?”
 
I
 shrugged
 and
 smiled.
 “We
 
were
 trying.”
 
“We
 just
 started,
 though.
 I
 must
 have
 genetically
 altered
 super
 sperm.”
 
I
 wrapped
 my
 legs
 around
 his
 back.
 “Shut
 up
 and
 tell
 me
 how
 happy
 you
 are.”
 
He
 grabbed
 my
 legs,
 sat
 up
 and
 put
 them
 on
 each
 of
 his
 shoulders,
 before
 
slowly
 entering
 me
 with
 his
 length.
 I
 gasped
 at
 first,
 shocked
 he
 did
 it
 without
 
warning.
 He
 scrunched
 up
 his
 face
 and
 got
 a
 good
 pace
 going.
 “You
 know
 I’m
 happy.”
 
My
 one
 leg
 started
 to
 fall.
 “Hold
 your
 feet
 with
 your
 hands.
 I’m
 going
 to
 show
 you
 
just
 how
 happy
 I
 am.”
 
This
 wasn’t
 my
 idea
 of
 expressing
 happiness,
 but
 it
 sure
 felt
 good.
 Even,
 after
 
all
 the
 time
 that
 had
 gone
 by,
 I
 think
 Stosh
 still
 appreciated
 what
 he
 could
 do
 when
 
he
 used
 his
 lower
 body.
 Not
 having
 it,
 makes
 people
 appreciate
 what
 they
 do
 have.
 
Our
 bodies
 moved
 in
 unison,
 like
 they
 always
 did.
 He
 kissed
 me
 deeply,
 
letting
 me
 know
 I
 belonged
 to
 him
 in
 body
 and
 mind.
 My
 hands
 caressed
 every
 
muscle
 on
 his
 chest,
 which
 was
 more
 defined
 then
 when
 we
 were
 first
 together.
 
After
 his
 physical
 therapy
 ended,
 he
 continued
 to
 work
 out
 at
 the
 gym.
 He
 thought
 if
 
he
 didn’t
 use
 it,
 he
 would
 lose
 it.
 
 
I
 ran
 my
 fingers
 down
 his
 biceps
 and
 admired
 our
 daughters
 name
 written
 in
 
script.
 She
 was
 his
 world
 and
 I
 couldn’t
 wait
 to
 share
 our
 news
 with
 her.
 
 
He
 thrust
 himself
 harder
 and
 harder,
 slapping
 our
 skin
 together
 each
 time.
 
He
 played
 with
 my
 breasts,
 pinching
 my
 nipples
 and
 rubbing
 them
 with
 the
 palms
 of
 
his
 course
 hands.
 He
 loved
 watching
 it
 go
 in
 and
 out
 of
 me
 and
 I
 loved
 watching
 him
 
doing
 it.
 
I
 arched
 my
 body,
 feeling
 the
 intense
 friction
 making
 me
 hot
 in
 all
 the
 right
 
places.
 My
 breath
 increased
 and
 he
 slammed
 into
 me
 one
 last
 time
 before
 tightening
 
up
 his
 body.
 
We
 both
 cried
 out,
 climaxing
 together,
 then
 collapsing
 on
 the
 bed,
 drenched
 
in
 our
 own
 sweat.
 
He
 grabbed
 my
 hand,
 while
 I
 was
 still
 trying
 to
 breathe
 normally,
 and
 kissed
 
it
 slowly.
 “Thanks,
 babe.
 I
 needed
 that.”
 
I
 wiped
 the
 sweat
 off
 of
 one
 of
 his
 cheeks.
 “Me
 too!
 Are
 you
 ready
 to
 get
 
dressed
 and
 get
 this
 over
 with?”
 
He
 sprung
 off
 of
 the
 bed
 and
 started
 pulling
 up
 his
 shorts.
 I
 followed
 suit
 and
 
was
 soon
 heading
 back
 into
 the
 bathroom
 to
 freshen
 up
 enough
 to
 be
 presentable.
 
Twenty
 minutes
 later,
 we
 were
 on
 the
 road,
 headed
 to
 the
 women’s
 prison,
 
where
 my
 sister
 was
 being
 held.
 My
 palms
 were
 sweaty
 and
 I
 didn’t
 say
 much
 
during
 the
 car
 ride.
 Stosh
 knew
 I
 was
 freaking
 out.
 He
 also
 knew
 it
 was
 best
 to
 let
 me
 
handle
 it
 on
 my
 own.
 I
 was
 a
 loose
 cannon
 when
 it
 came
 to
 dealing
 with
 anxiety.
 
After
 going
 through
 the
 necessary
 security
 measures,
 we
 were
 sitting
 at
 the
 
long
 table
 waiting
 for
 her
 to
 be
 brought
 in.
 Stosh
 reached
 for
 my
 hand
 under
 the
 
table
 and
 winked
 when
 he
 saw
 I
 was
 secretly
 freaking
 out.
 I
 knew
 he
 was
 there
 for
 
me,
 but
 it
 didn’t
 make
 it
 easier.
 The
 animosity
 that
 I
 felt
 towards
 my
 sister
 couldn’t
 
be
 cured
 with
 apologies.
 If
 I
 was
 ever
 going
 to
 forgive
 her,
 it
 would
 be
 after
 I
 took
 a
 
long
 time
 for
 my
 heart
 to
 heal.
 
 
I
 hadn’t
 seen
 her
 in
 so
 long
 that
 I
 was
 shocked
 when
 she
 came
 walking
 
through
 the
 door.
 My
 eyes
 must
 have
 explained
 my
 reaction,
 because
 she
 looked
 
down
 like
 I’d
 broken
 her
 heart.
 
 
Honestly,
 I
 didn’t
 know
 how
 to
 feel.
 I
 wanted
 to
 hate
 her.
 I
 did
 hate
 her,
 but
 at
 
the
 same
 time,
 she
 was
 still
 my
 sister.
 
Ivy
 sat
 down
 in
 front
 of
 us.
 She
 folded
 her
 hands
 and
 smiled
 at
 Stosh
 and
 then
 
gave
 me
 all
 of
 her
 attention.
 “Hi,
 sis.”
 
I
 squeezed
 Stosh’s
 hand
 under
 the
 table.
 “Hello,
 Ivy.”
 
She
 fidgeted
 in
 her
 seat.
 “Thanks
 for
 coming.
 I
 didn’t
 think
 it
 was
 going
 to
 
happen.”
 
I
 looked
 right
 into
 her
 eyes.
 “What
 do
 you
 want,
 Ivy?”
 
I
 caught
 her
 looking
 at
 my
 wedding
 rings
 and
 then
 Stosh’s.
 She
 turned
 her
 
attention
 to
 him.
 “It’s
 weird
 seeing
 you
 with
 that
 on.
 I
 used
 to
 have
 to
 fight
 with
 you
 
to
 get
 you
 to
 wear
 it.”
 
I
 cocked
 my
 eyebrow.
 “He
 never
 takes
 it
 off.
 Now,
 explain
 why
 we’re
 here,
 
because
 we
 have
 a
 daughter
 to
 take
 care
 of.”
 
She
 looked
 like
 she
 was
 in
 pain.
 “You
 only
 have
 her
 because
 of
 what
 I
 did.
 
Can’t
 you
 appreciate
 that
 something
 good
 came
 out
 of
 it?”
 
I
 stood
 up,
 letting
 go
 of
 my
 husband’s
 hand.
 “Don’t
 you
 dare
 say
 that!
 
Whether
 or
 not
 you
 planned
 for
 things
 to
 happen,
 she
 was
 made
 out
 of
 love.
 Stosh
 
made
 love
 to
 me
 on
 that
 boat
 and
 you
 know
 it.”
 I
 grabbed
 him
 by
 the
 arm
 and
 
started
 to
 pull
 him
 away
 from
 the
 table.
 
“Wait!
 Please!”
 she
 shook
 her
 head
 and
 covered
 her
 face
 with
 her
 hands.
 “I’m
 
sorry.
 Please
 don’t
 go.
 It’s
 so
 lonely
 here.
 All
 I
 do
 is
 read
 and
 sit
 by
 myself.
 Nobody
 
wants
 to
 be
 friends
 in
 here,
 and
 the
 ones
 that
 do,
 are
 too
 crazy
 to
 communicate
 with.
 
Don’t
 you
 miss
 the
 way
 things
 used
 to
 be?
 Don’t
 you
 miss
 how
 it
 was
 when
 we
 were
 
kids?”
 
I
 sat
 back
 down,
 but
 kept
 my
 legs
 on
 the
 outside
 of
 the
 table,
 so
 it
 was
 easier
 
to
 get
 up
 and
 walk
 away.
 Stosh
 stood
 behind
 me,
 with
 his
 hands
 on
 my
 shoulders.
 “I
 
do
 miss
 it,
 but
 everything
 changed
 when
 you
 started
 deceiving
 me.”
 
She
 looked
 at
 both
 of
 us.
 “Look
 at
 you
 two
 now,
 though.
 You’re
 together.
 Will
 
we
 ever
 be
 able
 to
 get
 past
 all
 of
 this?”
 
I
 closed
 my
 eyes.
 “I
 don’t
 know,
 Ivy.
 Too
 much
 has
 happened.
 You
 tried
 to
 kill
 
us.
 No
 matter
 how
 much
 I
 miss
 the
 old
 you,
 I
 can
 never
 trust
 the
 one
 that’s
 looking
 at
 
me,
 right
 now.
 Trust
 is
 earned
 and
 all
 you’ve
 done
 is
 stab
 me
 in
 the
 back.”
 I
 looked
 
up
 at
 Stosh.
 “We’re
 happy,
 Ivy,
 but
 we
 would
 have
 been
 happy,
 had
 you
 not
 kept
 us
 
apart
 in
 high
 school.
 You
 seem
 to
 be
 forgetting
 that
 this
 wasn’t
 just
 about
 what
 
landed
 you
 in
 jail.
 For
 years,
 you’d
 been
 planning
 to
 destroy
 my
 life.
 Yes,
 it
 worked
 
out
 in
 the
 end,
 but
 that
 also
 includes
 you
 being
 locked
 up.”
 
She
 started
 to
 cry.
 “I
 won’t
 be
 in
 here
 forever.
 Do
 you
 think
 one
 day
 I’ll
 get
 to
 
meet
 my
 niece.”
 
I
 felt
 nauseous.
 “I
 don’t
 think
 that’s
 possible,”
 Stosh
 spoke
 up.
 “I
 don’t
 want
 
you
 near
 my
 kids
 or
 my
 wife.
 If
 we
 have
 to
 leave
 the
 country,
 we
 will.”
 
She
 just
 sat
 there,
 like
 we’d
 shattered
 her
 soul.
 
I
 stood
 up
 and
 reached
 over,
 grabbing
 her
 hand.
 “I
 hope
 you
 get
 better,
 Ivy.
 I
 
wish
 things
 were
 different.
 You
 could
 have
 been
 an
 amazing
 aunt.
 We
 could
 have
 
grown
 old
 together.
 This
 isn’t
 how
 I
 would
 of
 wanted
 to
 say
 goodbye
 to
 you.”
 
When
 we
 walked
 out
 of
 there,
 she
 was
 crying.
 I
 held
 my
 head
 high,
 until
 we
 
got
 to
 the
 car
 and
 then
 I
 lost
 it.
 Stosh
 held
 me
 and
 kissed
 me
 on
 top
 of
 my
 head,
 but
 
never
 said
 anything.
 He
 knew
 I
 had
 to
 get
 it
 all
 out.