Page 15 of Five Mountain Daddies

The rest of the day crawls past, nothing special happening, which is probably for the best. We get a rush around three, with people coming in for the last round of tours through the mountain hills. I’m always surprised at how popular this place is, but I guess it makes sense. Not much else to do around here other than ride absurdly dangerous ATVs through theforest.

My shift ends around six, and I head out into the parking lot alone. I’m tired, and all I want to do is to go home, but I come up short when I reach mycar.

Leaning up against the bumper are the twins. Caleb and Wyatt stand up and smirk at me, completely identical aside from theiroutfits.

“Hey, guys,” I say, taken offguard.

“Hi, London,” one of the twins says. I think it’sWyatt.

“What are you guys doinghere?”

“We want to take you out,” the other twinsays.

I bite my lip. “Out?”

“Dancing,” Wyatt says. “You do like to dance,right?”

I get a flash of that night we spent dancing together. “Yeah,” I say. “I mean, I had fun the other night,yeah.”

“Good.” Caleb smiles at me. “Come on. We’ll take you someplacecool.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I’m pretty beat fromwork.”

“We won’t keep you out long.” Wyatt grins and steps toward me, hand held out. “Come on. Have somefun.”

I hesitate a second. I know I shouldn’t go. I know it’s a bad idea. These twins are bad news, and I know what they really want from me. But for some reason, that’s not really a problem, because I want it too. It’s strange, and I never pictured myself wanting twins at the same time, but suddenly I feelit.

“Okay,” I say. “Lead theway.”

They grin at the same time. Wyatt takes my hand and they pull me away from my car. I don’t have time to go home or get changed or anything, and that’s going to have to be okay. We get into a big black truck and we pull away, my heart beating fast in mychest.

6

Wyatt

People always warn you not to get into cars with strangers, and yet London got right into our truck. I mean, we’re not total strangers, but still. She barely knows us. She has no clue what she’s getting herselfinto.

I’m smiling the whole drive over to Club Sheets. I can feel the excitement building, the anticipation growing and spiraling down my spine. I glance into the rearview mirror, back at London, and she’s looking out the window quietly. I can feel her nerves and tension aswell.

I know my brother feels it too. We don’t have to say anything to each other. People have a lot of misconceptions about twins, and for the most part we let people think what they want. Sometimes we even reinforce those stereotypes, just because we think it’s fun. But really, my brother and I aren’t the same person, and we don’t have some kind of twin mind-readingpowers.

But I can tell what he’s thinking, and he can do the same with me. It comes from spending most of our lives together in mirror bodies of each other. I can read his body language like a detailed map. I can get every single little bit of him just from a twitch of his face, a blink here or a wink there. I catch him reading my face sometimes too, figuring out what I’m thinking. We don’t need to communicate out loud all the time, mostly because of this ability to reach each other soclearly.

And because we’ve been together for so long, we’ve also developed some… habits. Some people think they’re strange, but it’s perfectly normal to us, as easy as breathing. We share everything in our lives, and it only makes sense to extend that into our lovelives.

We’ve had a lot of satisfied women together. But we have rules: we never touch, and it’s never about us. No, it’s about the woman and the experience. There’s nothing strange about it. We simply share ourpassions.

I catch my brother glancing at me and I give him a little smile. He grins back, and we’re practically having a whole conversation in this moment, figuring out what we want to do with our London, how we want to share her, how we want to make her feelgood.

“So, where are we going?” sheasks.

I glance in the rearview again. “Not far,” I say. “It’s a club, calledSheets.”

“Sheets?” she repeats. “Never heard ofit.”

“You’ve been out of town for a while,” my brother says. “Only opened last year,anyway.”

She nods, glancing out the window again. “Isn’t it a little early for aclub?”

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