36. The Crazy Twin

**36. The Crazy Twin**

I run.

Taking my wounded heart out of the kitchen, I walk away with a swimming pool in my eyes. My emotions are all over the place. I feel horny, angry, broken, weak, and extremely hungry.

Everything seems blur,

I don’t wanna be here.

I wish I could turn the present,

And go back when I was not pregnant.

I huff and pant feeling out of breath. The fire in between my legs boils my skin to the degree where everything feels like a dream.

His lips, his touch, and his hard-on, everything seems like I was dreaming. The taste of beer and his saliva still linger on my swollen lips like remains of fairy dust.

*I can’t believe in one night I got kissed by both the brothers.*

Pregnancy is making me feel like I am in a movie, I feel various emotions hitting me every second one after another, and the power to hold my bladder keeps on decreasing with every pee.

I look for the bathroom before I decide to go cry my frustration out. I swing open the first door in my sight as the urgency to empty the pee bag increases in my lower compartment.

But I freeze as I see him lying on the bed, shirtless, just in his black pants and humming to some song. His hands are positioned behind his head, showcasing his broad slick chest and sturdy arms.

And then he looks up, as soon as our eyes meet a sinister grin spreads over his nefarious face, “Ah! I knew you would come.” He sneers while sitting up.

Strands of dark hair are messily thrown over his forehead but he didn’t look like he mind. His face has a collection of sharp edges just like his big brother.

“Cason?” My eyes focus on the huge roaring lion tattoo on his left chest that is covering almost his left shoulder as well.

“Daddy.” He warns in a lethal tone.

“It’s daddy for you.” Cason’s voice was low, lower than his pants that are sinking down on his hips, displaying his deep V cuts shamelessly.

I look up and find the gay son staring at my thighs where the dress ends and slowly lets his gaze wander around my other parts of the body. *What the fuck!*

He is gawking me so boldly,

As if I am an eye candy.

This motherfucker feels so shady,

Why would I call him daddy?

“Come here.”

My eyes widen with shock as he pulls out his black leather belt from the hooks of his pants with a jerk and stares at me with his stern hooded eyes. “Crawl on your knees and come to me, kitten.”

*What? Has this egg yolk hit his head?*

“I-I think, I got into the wrong room.” I clear my throat and cautiously take a step back from the twin maniac who seems like a long-lost cousin of Christian Grey.

“Oh no baby, you are exactly where you should be.” Cason smirks as he walks towards the lonely wooden chair in the center of the room and sits on the chair, leaning his head back casually while tapping his right thigh.

*What the fuck is wrong with this burnt potato?*

A feeling of déjà vu passes through me as I stare at the lunatic brother. My eyes rail down to focus on his biological phenomena the way his stomach compresses and his abs pops out as he simply gawks me.

Something is seriously wrong with him.

No, something is wrong with these two fuck brothers.

Hell, their whole family is a weird raft of ducks.

“Come on kitty. If you want daddy to forgive you for slapping him..” Cason’s voice turns stern as he pats his lap close to his crotch and orders, “Come sit here and ask for forgiveness.”

Daddy?

*This mothertoaster got to be kidding me!*

At this point, I feel lost. Completely lost like Alice in the wonderland, Leonardo in Inception, and the ghosts in Conjuring.

“Wait… Aren’t you gay?” I ask him surprisingly as I remember the nasty kissie picture of his tongue in Dennis’s mouth.

*I forgot he is the fuckboy of gay land.*

Cason stands up, his eyes narrowed like a pissed-off principle, “I am not a gay kitty,” He walks up to me, his pants hanging dangerously low to his pelvis. It’s so low that if I jerk it by mistake, it would fall at the mercy of Goddess gravity.

“I am bisexual.” He smirks skittishly.

*Oh!*

So this bitch is not only a man-eater but a pussy-eater too.

“Really?” Interest piques in me as I fold my hands on my chest and stare at the first bisexual of my life. I thought these people were shy and lived underground.

Cason’s height dominates me, it’s crazy how similar these two brothers are. Annoyingly beautiful and assholes by nature.

“Hmm.” He hums and stops right in front of me. He lifts his arm and I flinch as his hand pushes a wild lock of hair behind my ear whispering, “For me, seduction and sex are art. And I don’t restrict myself to one gender.”

I notice he is too close. I am starting to border on crazy notions that I shouldn’t have entertained. “Interesting.” I say as I step back from his musky ungodly scent.

My eyes linger on his chest where I can see minuscule details of his lion tattoo as he steps closer gently touching my hair, “I believe art is not based on sexuality, race, or creed. Art is just… art.”

The tingle on my skin freaks me out and my thighs clench together as I feel the pressure of my bladder increasing in my lower abdomen. I need to pee.

I smile awkwardly as his eyes meet mine and I sense something facinorous swirling in them. And that’s when Ceasar’s warning bells ring in my head.

*Stay away from Cason.*

“Now where were we?” Cason asks tilting his face and giving me a glimpse of his sharp jaw as he wickedly sneers, “Oh yes, the punishment for slapping daddy.”

A shiver runs through my body as his psychotic’s words register through my sane mind. My eyes notice the movement of his body as he dangerously steps closer to me, invading my privacy.

“Do you like getting spanked?” I feel chills running down my spine as a coquettish grin spreads over his jackal face. *This bitch!*

“If you do anything, I am gonna scream.” I warn the crazy twin by lifting my index finger at him. Cason scoffs and smirks playfully at my little threats as he sadistically smiles, “I love when they scream.”

*What did this ball-licker say?*

“Are you crazy? I am your brother’s wife!” My voice comes out shrill, surprised, and scared as shit.

“Isn’t that what makes it hotter?” Cason whispers sultrily. I feel another clench in my abdomen as the need to pee surpasses any bodily needs in me.

“Forbidden fruit always tastes better when it's unlawful, isn’t it?” His fingers slowly slide through my arm, causing goosebumps wherever he touches.

My heartbeats raged and my breaths come out uneven. I feel the tension in my muscles and the contraction in my pussy. At this grave moment, I could only think of one thing. That is to pee.

“We need not to tell Ceasar anything about us, or what we do.” Cason continues to lure me into his sinful trap while I quiver for a release. “Think about it.”

*Fuck it!*

“I-I gotta go.” I turn around and leave. I do a naruto run back to my room before any of the maniac brothers catches me and kiss the fuck out of me or pine me to the wall.

I lock myself into the bathroom and moan out loud as I release the dam inside of me. I never knew peeing felt so good. After cleaning myself, I walk back to the room and look at the lonely bed.

*Maybe Ceasar is not coming back today.*

I tuck myself in the bed and take a deep breath, images of today’s event begin in front of my eyes like a slide show. Gentle kisses to demanding kisses to forcefull kisses to warnings.

*It feels like I am in a book.*

As I begin to doze off, images of the roaring lion comes flashing before my eyes.

*I think I have seen that tattoo before.*