Straight Twinks Novels & Stories

A cluster of guests near the entrance had gone quiet, several phones raised at once, angled toward a television mounted above the gallery's small bar — a corner Priya kept on for the evening news, low volume, mostly ignored until now. Hannah felt Andy go still beside her before she'd even turned around. Danny and Gianna sat under studio lighting, matching earnest expressions, an interviewer leaning in with the practiced sympathy of someone building toward a harder question. The volume was too low to hear from across the room, but the chyron scrolling beneath them didn't need sound: *VAUGHN TWIN SCANDAL: "WE DIDN'T CHOOSE TO FALL IN LOVE."* "Turn it up," someone near the bar said, and Priya,

My throat felt like sandpaper, but I pushed myself because Luca was so close. And then, like a secret emerging from the sand, we spotted it. A bunch of domed shelters hidden from view, built from recycled metal and clay. No flags, no signs. Just life stirring inside. As we approached, I stepped over the last ridge, and then— “Hands up!” We froze. Two teens, not much older than Luca, came out from behind the rocks, guns in hand. Their homemade rifles looked pretty rough. Their eyes were fierce. “Who sent you?” One of them snapped in Arabic.

One ounce of regret could not be found in her actions. A thick, talented finger was stroking in and out of her while sharp teeth nibbled on the back of her shoulder. The thrusts were shallow, leisurely, and teasing. She squirmed and tried impaling herself further, but the finger withdrew – a warning. She moaned her frustration. A low, wicked chuckle was her response and then two fingers plunged inside her and her next moan was of sheer bliss.

I whispered to the doctor. He dropped his tool and pulled a chair to sit beside me, “do you know you are carrying two babies in there? Twins! I mean,” he raised the scan results into the light. I was miraculously bearing two innocent lives within me! I have to stop this abortion no matter what happens. No matter what it would take from me, if my kids don’t get a father, at least they would have a responsible mother. “Please let’s have a deal,” I proposed and sat up energetically, “stop the abortion. Make it seem like I have done, fake some documents.”

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

He asked and they shook their heads in a negative way. "Well it is only if those two people can read well" Davis replied and the twins began reasoning on how to get to the first position. Stella just looked at them and smiled. Sometimes she wonders how Davis manages to outsmart the poor kids, guess that's why he runs one of the biggest technology producing companies all by himself in the whole word. She immediately shook her head when she noticed that she was starting to get proud of him as the twins' father. There's nothing to be proud about because he was a rapist but why does he keep insisting that he was drugged. Was he really drugged?

They were just a few steps away from the twins' room and anyone in the house could see them, but that was the least of their worries. They were both panting heavily when they started to undress each other. This was what they'd both been thinking for such a long time and now they finally had the opportunity, they couldn't even be bothered to enter a room or perform the rituals. He unzipped her gown just enough to free her breasts and bunched up the rest of it from underneath, getting her underwear out of the way. Unbuttoning his night pants, he plunged into her willing and ready pussy, eliciting a moan from them both.

The dual sensation was overwhelming, the stretch in her ass foreign but strangely arousing, combined with the familiar weight of Mason’s thick cock on her tongue. "Relax for us, baby girl," Mason praised, gently fucking her mouth. "Let Marcus open up this tight little hole. You’re doing so well already." Marcus worked her patiently, adding a second finger and scissoring them carefully while praising her. "Such a good little sister. Your ass is sucking my fingers in. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when it’s wrapped around my cock." After several minutes of careful preparation, the twins decided she was ready. Marcus pulled his fingers out and pressed the thick head of his cock against he

He turned to look at her. ​"Miss Dawson?" he called but she was far gone. He strolled over to her and leaned closer, her heart hammered violently against her ribs then Adrian's hand lifted to her jaw, closing her mouth before he snapped his finger at her face. "Miss Dawson!" he called in his calm and low voice. Carolina blinked back to reality and looked away in embarrassment. ​"What? You've never seen a man's build?" ​"Don't be so full of yourself," she forced her voice. He leaned back and said in his deep and teasing voice

The prospect of having twin cocks in me… it made me feral. “Fuck her… and be rough with it,” Cerci ordered. For a point in time, I faltered, fear and excitement crawling down my spine, seeing their wicked, twisted sneers on their alike faces. “I’m Trent, he’s Trevor.” One of the twins spoke before dragging me off the floor, my body hurting, my skin must have been scratched off something. I felt spit pool gently down my thighs, it burned like an itch. “A little spit… it doesn’t hurt much, does it?” Trevor, the second, spoke, his voice holding a little stammer to it as he knelt, tracing his fingers over the crimson thick fluid.