Free Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling Page A

body, too. No one had ever touched Alek the way Luka touched him. Each time, it felt like Luka had been studying the best ways to make him feel good for twenty-five years. Tilting his hips, Alek pushed against Luka’s hand but he wasn’t hard yet. Soreness was making it more of a challenge than it would be otherwise. But he appreciated the effort Luka was making.
    “Guy,” Luka grinned. “Hell of a guy. I think I’m in love.”
    “How sweet,” Alek cooed sarcastically. He grabbed Luka’s face, hooking a hand around his brother’s jaw, fingers sliding back into his long hair, and chased after his mouth. Their kiss was rough right from the start, with teeth biting at lips and tongues twisting together, pushing hungrily into each other’s mouths. Alek tilted his head to get farther inside, ignoring the rattling clink of silverware against china as Carter dropped his fork.
    Once the four of them began living together, it quickly became clear to Carter and Presley what the nature of Alek and Luka’s relationship was, but they also knew how it began. Drugs played a part, and what started as fooling around, kissing and groping each other for shock value at rowdy parties, was pushed far over the line with one incident of non-consensual sex. An older man with sicker tastes than they’d thought coaxed them in a moment of extreme intoxication and it changed the nature of Alek and Luka’s closeness forever. Things got worse before they got better. They had each struggled with guilt and remorse, and they still did. But, thanks to the support of devoted friends Carter and Presley, the brothers worked to get sober and began to strive to protect each other rather than use danger as a way to soothe old hurts. And, somewhere along the way, the shock value started to wear off. It had been a long time since Luka or Alek bothered to hide what used to stay behind closed doors.
    Alek heard Presley clear his throat and spied him over Luka’s shoulder as he averted his eyes, or pretended to anyway. Carter stared for a long minute before shoveling another piece of food into his mouth and lowering his gaze to his plate.
    Luka kept diligently fingering Alek’s dick but it was futile so Alek pulled Luka’s hand out of his pants and grabbed him instead. He quickly discovered how hard Luka was and finally figured out what was going on. His little brother was all wound up over his date with a severe case of blue balls.
    Breaking the kiss with a growl, Alek pushed Luka down sideways on the couch and twisted his own body around to face him. Without ceremony, he yanked down the front of Luka’s pants. His cock sprung free. Alek grabbed it by the base and lowered his mouth down onto Luka.
    Luka moaned with exaggerated relief, palming the back of Alek’s head as it bobbed in his lap.
    At the table, Presley was dumbstruck, gawking at his roommates without shame. A piece of steak fell from Carter’s lips as he gaped. Alek watched them both with amusement from the corner of his eye. It said a lot, in Alek’s opinion, that neither Carter nor Presley left the room or exclaimed protests. He never asked for their approval and those moments of public displays of intimacy were the brothers’ way of challenging their roommates, daring them to voice their outrage if they truly felt any at all. Plus, it was their home. If Presley and Carter didn’t want them there, they would have said so years ago.
    Though society marked twin incest as taboo, literature and mythology were littered with it, from the Bible to modern day television shows. There had been studies done on genetic sexual attraction, and how people tended to rank faces similar to their own as more attractive or trustworthy. They preferred mates with similar interests and traits to their own. All of these factors, compounded with the mysterious closeness that was always there between twins, naturally opened doors the world liked to pretend were tightly shut.
    “Damn,” Presley cursed,