Page 30 of Broken Pieces

It just disappeared after I gave it to him. I assumed he thought it was dumb and he tossed it out, but he’s had it all this time.

Clutching it to my chest, I crawl into Max’s bed. It still smells like him, still feels like he was just in it. I suppose it’s only been a few hours since he was.

I’ve spent so many nights tucked up in here with both of my stepbrothers.

It started the first day we met after we got drunk on our parents wedding day and passed out in Maddox’s bed. I thought they’d kick me out when we woke up the next morning, but we stayed in bed together until way past noon.

Those nights became more and more frequent, until we eventually spent every night we could like it. As soon as our parents were asleep, I’d sneak into one of their rooms or they’d come into mine.

The other twin seemed to always sense when I was with his brother because he would come in soon after.

We’d sleep far closer than any siblings should. Some mornings I’d wake up with their limbs wrapped around me or my head on one of their chests.

Then they just stopped.

Just like that I was shut out.

I wondered if I’d done something wrong, but things had been fine up until that point.

Then I worried they might have caught me touching myself in one of their beds and didn’t want anything more to do with me.

It’s sick, the thoughts I’ve had of them. My pussy, hot and wet just from sleeping next to them. Some nights my frustrations got so bad I’d quietly touch myself under the covers. I never got far though, I was too scared of being caught and ruining what we had.

Guess I shouldn’t have worried about that since it’s gone now anyway.

I’m not sure when I fall asleep, but the next thing I know the door’s opening.

My eyes slowly blink open and Maddox freezes when he sees me in his brother's bed.

I can’t tell what he’s thinking, his face is cold, hard stone, void of emotion. I can only hope it’s because I’m in here and not because there’s bad news about Max.

Offering him a small smile, I sit up and pat the bed for him to come join me. When he doesn’t move, I ask, “Is Max okay?”

“What are you doing in here?”

I frown as he avoids the question. My heart rate picking up as I imagine everything that could have gone wrong in the surgery.

Quickly, I get out of bed and rush over to Maddox, putting my hand on his chest. “Are you okay? Did something happen to Max? Did surgery not go—”

"Do you really not want us?" I look up at him, confused as he cuts me off.

"I—I don't think we should talk about that now. It's too complicated, lets just turn things back to how they were before and focus on—"

“Get out.” My hands drop from his chest, as his cold words send a chill down my spine.

“What?”

“You heard me. Get the fuck out!” He roars and I stumble back.

He grabs me by the shoulders, but it’s not to help steady me.

The Maddox that held me only hours ago and told me every filthy thing I’ve ever wanted to hear is gone.

I try to keep my footing as he spins me around, but he shoves me backwards out of the door and I land hard on my ass. Before I can even try to right myself, Maddox is slamming the door shut in my face.

Did I deserve that?

Maybe.