Twins Are Better Than One: Trapped by a Blizzard

Excerpt:

“Uh, Jessie?” says a male voice.

What the hell? My eyes fly open as I jerk my hand out of my pants and there are two strange men standing in my bedroom gawking at me.

“Um, your mom told us to come get you,” one of them says sheepishly.

Wait, these aren’t two strangers, they’re the twins from across the street. Twins that I’ve had a crush on ever since I can remember. Twins who always treated me like a pesky little sister and would barely give me the time of day when we were growing up.

And they may be somewhat embarrassed by walking in on the middle of my self-pleasuring but from the large bulges in the front of their pants they‘re turned on too.

“What do you mean my mom said you should come get me? Where are my parents? And how did you get in here?” I demand.

I’m absolutely mortified that they caught me jacking off, but a teeny tiny part of me is turned on. These guys are sexy, they’re older, they’re in my bedroom, and I kind of like that they saw me doing that.

“Our parents are up in the mountains,” starts the one whose name I think is Ryan. Although it might be Adam. I seriously can’t tell them apart anymore. And who cares?

There’s two of them and they‘re hot. They play rugby for a college in California and they are big and strong and ripped and the bulges in their pants tell me they aren’t lacking there either.

“You mean they were in the mountains,” I interrupt. “They came home last night when I was asleep.”

“No,” explains Adam (I think) “They got caught in the blizzard.”

“Blizzard!” I scoff. What the hell are these two trying to pull? “There’s no blizzard. It was fine when I got in last night from Minnesota.”

Adam points to the window and I glare at him, get out of bed and throw the curtains apart, only to look out at about two feet of snow in the front yard.