Twinsequences (Twisted Twin #1)(55)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I left my sister sitting at the table in tears. Whatever it was she thought she was going to say wasn’t ever going to be said. I’d made my peace with it all and it felt damn good.

Stosh was anxiously waiting for me when I returned home. I walked in the door with a smile on my face. Sure, I did feel bad for saying such mean things. I reacted the way I had, because everything was so pent up inside of me. I just needed to get it out, once and for all. He wheeled himself toward the front door. “How’d it go?”

I sat down on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I said some things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Imagine the worst possible things that you could ever say to Ivy, then multiply that by one hundred.” I wondered if I’d been too hard on my sister. Maybe that was just because I had a heart and she didn’t. I wanted to hate her, but somewhere inside of me, I still cared. I hated being mean.

“How did she take it?”

“She cried.”

He kissed me softly on the lips. “Don’t tell me you feel guilty now. That bitch deserves whatever is dealt to her.”

I traced his lips with my fingertip. “I know.”

He popped a wheelie with me on his lap. I screamed and held on tight. “Whoa! What are you doing?”

“I’ve been practicing. Maybe you can put me on YouTube.”

I smacked him on the chest for being silly. “Stop it!” I climbed off and walked over to our open concept kitchen. “Are you hungry, babe?”

“Are you offering to climb on the countertop and spread your legs?” He followed me and cornered me in front of the counter.

“Don’t you want to eat a meal?” I wasn’t going to be able to resist him much longer, so I held up a box of pasta. “We can order something? We could go out?”

He grabbed the package out of my hand and sat it behind me. “I’m craving one thing. You know what I want. Now, get up there and take off your pants.”

“Stoshua Wheeler, what’s gotten into you?” While I stood there arguing, he started removing my pants. I walked out of them. He grabbed me and pulled me close to him. His kisses started at my belly button and started trailing down one of my hips. I backed away. “How about we get in the tub? You know I like riding you in there. You can wash me and do whatever you want.”

“Really?” He stopped reaching for me. “Anything?”

I nodded and bit down on my lip. “Anything.”

He smiled, but didn’t think very long about it. “I’ll race you there.”

Our one story rancher was laid out so he could get around easily. I tried to keep up with him, but his chair kept me from passing. It was a fun game we’d play and seeing him smile made me realize how happy we were. Stosh no longer worried about us breaking up. We were planning our future, a future full of children and hopes and dreams.

When we made it to the bathroom, I helped him undress. We took our time removing each article of clothing in between ravenous kisses. I watched him lift his body up and seat himself in the large soaking tub. I ran the water and started to take off the rest of my clothes.

He licked his lips in anticipation. “Hurry up, babe. I’ve been waiting all day to kiss those sweet lips.”

It gave me chills whenever he talked like that. Since his accident, Stosh had made it a point to satisfy me more than he’d ever done before. It was like it was necessary for him to feel like he was still capable of giving me pleasure. I didn’t need sex for that, but I didn’t argue when he put in the extra initiative, besides he could still become erect with little stimulation. His doctor said that the spinal injury had nothing to do with the nerve stimulation that came from his brain. It was all beyond my reasonable thinking, but my parents said it made sense. After we internet searched, we found that quite a few men were able to have normal sex, and some had even fathered children, even without being able to feel anything during intercourse.

I thought about what he’d just stated. I couldn’t wait, “I know you aren’t talking about the lips on my face.”

“You’re right.” He looked down at my naked sex. “You know what I want.”

I rubbed myself down there. “This?”

He smiled and shook his head. “It’s not nice to tease someone that can’t run after you.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I won’t run.” I took a step closer to the tub. “Why would I run from something I love so much?”

“Two more steps and my tongue will having you screaming my name.”

I climbed into the tub and straddled him. “Show me what you got!”

His upper arm strength increased by the minute and picking me up seemed like it took no effort on his part. My wet body lifted up out of the water. As the brisk air in the room hit my wet body, I felt his tongue flicking my tiny bud. I arched my body as he got into a rhythm. I felt him sucking my entire pu**y into his mouth. He moaned and sucked harder. I ran my hands through his hair and cried out in pleasure. He pulled away and moved his fingers over my wet lips. Then, while looking right at me, he flicked my clit again with his tongue. This time he did it using pressure. While his hands reached up and squeezed my ni**les, his tongue slapped and punished my tiny bud. I cried out again, this time losing control of my body. Stosh held me still and slowly lowered me down into the water. I found his lips and kissed him, teasing him with my tongue.

Chapter 30

Hey hey hey, Goodbye!

Stosh froze in place and held me still. “Don’t move!”

I was immediately alarmed. “Why? What’s wrong?” Since he was able to get an erection, but not feel anything, I was starting to worry. The first time it happened, we were both in shock. Sex was still the same for me, but he couldn’t feel a thing. Just to keep him from feeling bad, we always did other things.

“I can feel pins and needles in my toes.”

I was so happy that I backed away. He gave me a look of disappointment, then focused back on his feet.

“Can you really feel something?” I reached down and tickled the underneath.

He smiled. “I can feel you touching me. It’s faint, but I can feel the pressure of your touch.”

“Babe, do you know what this means?”

“Yeah, but we better call the doctor in the morning, just to be sure.”

All of the doctors had told him that if he were to regain feeling, it could take months, but after a year the hope for that happening would dwindle. I was so excited for him. In college, I’d had a friend that was reaching in her backseat. She hit a corner and flipped her car. After being in the hospital for nine months due to a broken back, she was left with no feeling from the waist down. It took her four months to start feeling something, and six more months before she could start therapy to walk again.