HIS GUILTY PLEASURE

CAUGHT BETWEEN US! 3

Chapter 3

Sophia’s POV

“f**k Olivia your hands move just like mine it’s creepy as hell sometimes,” I said laughing a little as I stood next to my twin in the kitchen mixing the glaze for the muffins.

Our arms lifted at the same angle, our fingers stirred in the exact same rhythm like we were mirrors of each other and it only made the guilt twist harder in my gut.

The pregnancy secret sat heavy right under my ribs mixing with the morning sickness that kept threatening to push up my throat.

I swallowed hard fighting the wave while my p***y still throbbed from Ben’s hand on my arm outside.

Olivia bumped my hip with hers grinning wide as she scooped batter into the tin. “That’s the twin thing babe. We even f**k alike I bet.

Tell me you and Alex don’t get into the same positions we do. Ben loves bending me over the counter just like this.”

She demonstrated with a little sway of her ass and I felt heat rush to my face because all I could picture was Ben doing that to me instead his thick c**k slamming deep while I tried not to scream.

“Yeah we do some of that,” I replied, keeping my voice light even though my n*****s were tight again under the thin t-shirt.

“Alex is good but sometimes I want it rougher you know. Harder. Like he’s claiming every inch.”

My mind flashed to Ben’s fingers inside me that night, rough and demanding and I pressed my thighs together feeling fresh slickness.

God I was a shitty sister standing here reassuring her while dripping for her husband.

She laughed and handed me the spoon to taste the glaze. Our identical faces were so close it felt strange.

“Taste that. Too sweet? Anyway I’ve been thinking about us growing our families closer. But honestly Sophia sometimes I worry a little.

I don’t know why Ben’s been distracted lately. Work stress or whatever but I catch him staring off and I wonder if I’m keeping his attention.

My ass isn’t as tight as it was and he f***s me like a machine but is it enough long term? Twins are supposed to share everything but I don’t want to lose him.”

Her words hit me like a punch. I stirred the glaze slower, my stomach rolling with nausea and guilt.

Fuck she was worried about keeping him and here I was the one who let him finger me stupid and might be carrying his kid.

My c**t pulsed anyway at the thought of Ben distracted because of me.

I forced a steady hand on her shoulder. “Liv you’re crazy. You two are solid. You look amazing and he’s lucky as hell to have you.

That man worships your p***y from what you tell me. Don’t doubt it. You keep his attention just fine. Any guy would kill to have what he’s got every night.”

Olivia smiled soft and pulled me into a quick hug our bodies pressing together in that mirror way that always felt comforting before. “Thanks sis. You always know what to say. Now help me get these in the oven before they get too thick.”

We moved around the kitchen in sync, sliding the tins in and setting the timer.

The close space felt warm and domestic but my mind was filthy. Every time I bent to grab something my t-shirt rode up showing the curve of my ass and I wondered if Ben was watching from outside.

The nausea hit again stronger this time and I gripped the counter breathing through it.

Morning sickness on top of everything.

My t**s felt swollen and sensitive brushing the fabric making me want rough hands on them. Ben’s hands.

The back door opened then and Ben stepped in sweat glistening on his neck and arms, his shirt damp and clinging to his chest.

He looked straight at me first, his eyes dark and hungry before nodding at Olivia. “Muffins smell good ladies. Mind if I grab some water? That fence took more out of me than I thought.”

Olivia waved him to the fridge. “Help yourself babe. Sophia’s been a big help in here. We were just talking marriage stuff. You keeping me satisfied or what?”

Ben chuckled low, grabbing a bottle and twisting the cap, his gaze flicking to me again as he drank deep.

The kitchen felt smaller with him in it, his broad frame taking up space close enough that his arm brushed mine when he set the bottle down.

Electricity shot through me straight to my core. “Satisfied? Hell yeah. Your sister here knows how to keep things interesting too I bet.

That backyard work got me thinking though. You two really are identical in every way. Dangerous.”

His words hung dirty and I felt my face flush my p***y clenching at the near brush of his hip against my thigh.

“Ben you’re terrible,” I said but my voice came out husky. Inside my head it was raw heat. f**k he’s hard right now I can see the bulge in those jeans.

If Olivia wasn’t here he’d have me bent over this counter already filling me up again.

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully slapping his chest. “Behave. Alex should be back soon. We can all chill by the pool after this. Sophia you okay? You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine, just hot in here,” I lied, swallowing another wave of nausea while my body burned for the man standing too close.

Ben’s fingers grazed my lower back as he reached past me for a glass pretending it was nothing but it made my breath hitch and my n*****s ache.

The front door opened then and Alex walked in carrying a bag from the hardware store. “Got the brackets. Fence should be solid now. Damn it’s getting warm out.

What do you say we all hit the pool this afternoon? Cold drinks float whatever. Relax like old times.”

Olivia lit up. “Yes! Perfect. Muffins can bake while we change. Come on everyone.”

We all moved toward the back door leading to the connected backyard pool area.

I trailed a little behind watching Ben’s ass in those jeans as he walked ahead with Alex chatting about tools.

Olivia was already pulling her robe tighter, laughing about sunscreen.

My heart pounded hard the guilt and lust twisting together making me dizzy.

Ben glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes locked on mine burning with that same raw want that had my thighs slick and my secret pressing heavier than ever.

What the hell was going to happen once we were all half naked by the water?