Asleep And Taken: Claimed By My Twin Brothers
Delilah Cole
Asleep and Taken: Claimed by my Twin Brothers
Delilah Cole
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Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
I’ve written over 100 taboo forbidden erotic short stories, diving into the naughty fantasies people think about but rarely dare to share. I love pushing boundaries and giving life to those secret desires we all keep hidden.
I’m great with faces but terrible with names—unless you’re a dog. I might forget a person’s name five seconds after meeting them, but I’ll remember a dog’s name from 30 years ago.
Welcome to the naughty side. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!
*This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. All intimate encounters depicted within are shared between adults. Please enjoy responsibly!
sanctuary, a cocoon of soft pastel colors and plush textures that shielded her from the chaos of the world outside. Her twin brothers, Corey and Chad, had always been the guardians of her solace. Each night, they'd share a gentle smile, a whispered "goodnight," and a kiss on her forehead before retreating to their own room, their footsteps fading into the quiet hallway. This nightly ritual was a comforting lullaby that had sent her off to sleep for as long as she could remember.
Tonight, however, their touch lingered in the air like a question unasked. The warmth of their lips remained, tingling on her skin as the door clicked shut. She lay in bed, her heart racing, replaying the tender moments in her mind. It was always the same—until it wasn't. The dreams had started to infiltrate her waking thoughts, weaving a seductive narrative that she couldn't ignore.
Olivia rolled onto her side, her eyes darting to the digital clock on her nightstand. Its glow painted the room with a cold blue light, the numbers stark against the darkness: 3:17 AM. She had woken from another one of those dreams, the ones where the twins' faces morphed into shadowy figures that whispered sweet nothings in her ear, their hands tracing lines of fire across her body. Her breaths grew shallow as she recalled the sensations—how real they felt, how much she didn't want them to stop.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she slid out of bed, the floor cool under her bare feet. She padded to the bathroom, flipping on the light and splashed cold water on her face, hoping to wash away the residue of the dream. The reflection in the mirror showed her flushed cheeks and dark, haunted eyes—eyes that searched for an answer in the emptiness of her own gaze. She took a deep breath, trying to convince herself that it was just her imagination running wild.
The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. As she made her way back to bed, her thoughts swirled around the twins. Corey, with his gentle touch and comforting words, was the rock she leaned on. Chad, with his mischievous grin and adventurous spirit, brought excitement to her otherwise mundane life. They had always been her protectors, but lately, she'd been noticing things—the way they looked at her, the sudden tension in the air when she entered a room. It was as if they were hiding something, and she had to know what it was.