Twin Daddies for my Twin Babies

Chapter 13

“Are you sure that she is going to come?” asked Jordan as he looked at the doorway and then again at the image that he had seen countless number of times since the moment Jimminy had shown him that there was a woman who was going to be up for two of them.

“This is what we had been searching for Bro…after all, without her, you know life really seems very empty….and I know that you have your duty and your shifts and that you are satisfied with the kids that you help get well and I am also keeping myself busy with more and more handiwork projects but there is still something which seems to be missing in all of this,” said Jimminy.

“I do get your point, but I still think that we are being a bit hasty in this. I mean…for all we know she might run away when she sees that it is really two men. Most women have this as a fantasy just like us but it is different for us, than it is to them, you get that right?” asked Jordan as he took a sip of his beer and Jimminy nodded.

“Of course I know that. I have shared a womb with you for nine months and then we have shared almost every single thing in our lives. It is a big deal for others might be, but for us it is natural. We cannot imagine spending our lives if not with one woman. I mean, I would be happy if you found someone who loved you and you loved her but I think that you would still feel incomplete,” said Jimminy and Jordan nodded. For most people it was taboo but for them it was a twin thing. They were both highly professional and skilled at what they did and they had both loved the same girl from college.

It had been two years since she passed away from cancer and now they had been grieving until now.

“Would it be a dishonor to her memory?” asked Jordan and Jimminy raised his brows.

“You remember what she said in death bed right? She made us promise that we were going to live our lives to the fullest and the woman who finds us might be lucky enough,” said Jimminy.

“Now let’s just hope that she shows up,” said Jordan.

“I think she just might,” said Jimminy. Among the two of them he was the more positive one and he had a feeling that this would a night for them, for all of them to remember.

I knew when I got the message that if I would like to go out with the two brothers that night, that this was nothing but insanity. I called up Pearl telling that I had a text from someone who wanted a threesome and had asked me out on a date.

“Girl, I knew that you were a lucky horse. Remember that you need to flaunt what you have but keep it sophisticated, so that it does not scream slut. You still don’t know what professions they belong to,” said Peal and I wanted to strangle her for putting me in this position first place.

“I don’t think that I can do it, Pearl. You know that I am not good with men and then again two men…what do you think will happen?” I asked.

“Your whole college life you worked three jobs, did not have any time for dating and partying. The only time you did do anything was when I took you to do it. Girl I am telling you, as much as I love you, you need to forget that bastard and get a life of your own which you enjoy. Come on, you have worked hard to reach where you are today and now it is the time to enjoy,” said Pearl.

I realized after hanging up that she was right. I had spent my entire life hoping that I was going to be out of poverty and creating something of my own. I had been so hung up on the idea of having my own family and creating everything like a picture book that I had really stopped to take a glance at what I had and enjoy it. She was correct, life was supposed to be enjoyed and not just spent.

It did not take me long to decide what I was going to wear. After all, I had always been a bit gun shy about my figure because I had curves. I mean, as far as most men went, they liked their women who were stick thin. Pearl had made me realize that I was not bad looking or ugly at all. It was all a matter of perception.

My tummy was harboring a swarm of butterflies as I entered and walked to the counter. I felt overwhelmingly uneasy as I got a juice, knowing they could be anyone, checking me out first before identifying themselves. I had dressed in simple black pants and a tight white sweater, so as to highlight my generous bust and reasonably hour-glass shape.

As I turned to find a table, an affable but gorgeous Latin man approached me. "Kiara?" He asked pleasantly.

"Hi, you're Jordan?" I asked as I could not hold my stomach still….he was freaking handsome and I had not expected that in the least. Heat flared in my belly and I could not imagine that what I was going to say to them.

"Sure am. We've got a table over here."

He led me to where another, slightly younger man was already sitting. The second man was dark and Latin looking with that macho patina common to young Latin men. He rose as we reached him.

"This is my brother Jimminy," Jordan said, and we shook hands nervously. Neither of them was my type at first glance, but I resolved to keep an open mind now that I had come this far.

The first few minutes we were on guard all around, but I have a reasonably lively mind, and was able to keep the conversation afloat until it had achieved its own momentum. I was still quite jittery, but I began to rather enjoy fighting it. I made a conscious effort to keep my hands still, stopped myself from shifting too often in my chair, forced myself to speak slowly and animatedly, rather than quickly and nervously. Jimminy was engaging but obviously shy. He kept flicking a straw in a rapid, repetitive way which made me glad of my own outward composure. Jordan was naturally talkative, and made me laugh outright more than once with strange tales and odd ideas.

I came to know that Jordan was a doctor, and he specialized in kids’ ailments and surgeries. His eyes became bright when he spoke about kids. That was something I had never seen Dave do. He never had wanted kids. It was just like that he wanted everything for himself and nothing at all for others.

After about an hour of wide ranging conversation, we had achieved enough common ground about personality and ideas, and we agreed to adjourn to a motel room. Sitting in the back seat of Jordan's car, I hoped I wasn't going to regret my impulsiveness. As they exchanged some brief remarks about work postponed for the afternoon, I had a disorienting moment of doubt. Who were these guys? What kind of men sought out this sort of thing anyway? I knew I was sane, but what about them?

They asked me if I was going to be comfortable with the two of them because I for sure was not going to take them home. At least my home. It was a place that had too much of memories for me which would make it seem only the worst place to start something new.

“This is only the first time that we are meeting. I don’t think that going to anyone’s place is feasible tonight,” said Jordan and I nodded. Jimminy seemed slightly miffed at the suggestion but I got the impression that he was not used to speaking anything against his brother. So it was decided that we would spend the night in a motel. And then in the morning I could call a cab and return back.

While Jordan went into the motel office to make the arrangements, Jimminy and I made small talk in Jordan's car. To my surprise, his manner warmed with his brother absent. One-to-one, his shyness eased, and there was an appealing candor in his voice. As he turned to explain some involution of his job to me, I was suddenly conscious of how close together we were in the confines of the car. I felt my first viscerally s****l thrill of anticipation. There was more to this fellow than the nervous, reticent guy in the bar had suggested.

We reached the motel and Jordan asked us to come up the stairs. There was no one in sight. There was all kinds of fear which were working in my mind that they would not find me attractive and this would be the same problem again that another man is going to reject me. But none of them said a word when they accompanied me. They were warm and courteous and did not make me feel uncomfortable for even a single moment.

Perching uneasily on the edge of the bed, I was edgy again, not sure how to begin with two strange men. Lucky for me, they'd done this sort of thing before. Jordan leaned forward and kissed me, not a quick or perfunctory kiss either, but a long, slow, searching kiss that reached all through me. Jimminy got up on the bed behind me and began massaging my shoulders. I leaned back slowly, enjoying his strong, deft hands, and he started to kiss the back of my neck, moving his lips slowly around my left shoulder as if he knew where my sensitive spots were. His former shyness had translated into a gentleness when he touched me. Though at many times that afternoon he would be vigorous and assertive about what he wanted, he invariably touched and kissed me with a kind of tenderness that I thought men reserved for their wives or girlfriends.

I couldn't believe their ease with one another in such a s****l situation. They touched and admired my body as easily and freely as if each was alone with me. Their obvious bond created a kind of safe place for me, a place where I was purely s****l for them and for myself. This feeling was powerful and unique, something I'd never experienced before except in fantasy. The feeling became like a lens which focused and magnified my excitement. I could feel heat rushing to my middle, and I was almost embarrassed by my ragged breathing. The truth was, I was so excited I could barely think at all.

"Let's take some of these clothes off," Jordan said. As Jimminy pulled me back against him, Jordan began sliding off my pants and caressing my bare legs and hips. "You're gorgeous!" he said slowly. Now although I'm easy enough to look at, I'm not gorgeous; but I'll tell you, lying between two friendly, sensual men with hard-ons while they complimented me on my body sure made me feel gorgeous!