Double Take - Short Story

When one kiss leads to two sets of hands…

When Maya moved into her new apartment, she wasn’t expecting a neighbor like Aiden—quiet, thoughtful, and dangerously hot. But eight days later, she finds out he has a twin. And Archer? He’s everything Aiden isn’t: smug, bold, and very, very interested.

What starts with one mistaken kiss turns into something much messier… and a whole lot hotter.

This is Double Take—a short, scorching MFM read where things get complicated, fast.

 

Double Take

Maya

The Third Floor Surprise

The first time I met Aiden, he was shirtless, barefoot, and holding a bottle of wine like he’d just stepped out of my favorite daydream.

“Welcome to the third floor,” he said, offering a smile that should’ve come with a warning label. “I come bearing Thai food and decent Pinot. New tenant tax.”

I should’ve shut the door. I let him in instead.

We sat on my balcony that night, the takeout containers between us and his thigh brushing mine under the blanket. I liked how quiet he was. How he didn’t fill the silence just to hear himself talk. He watched me like he already knew I’d say yes before he asked the question.

He didn’t kiss me, not that night. But his eyes dipped to my mouth every time I laughed, and I couldn’t stop picturing his hands on my skin.

They felt exactly how I hoped, strong, confident, and a little greedy when he finally touched me.

Four days in, he kissed me against my doorframe like he couldn’t wait.

Six days in, I was straddling him on my couch, shirt somewhere across the room, his mouth hot and hungry at my throat.

Eight days in, I saw him in the parking garage.

He was leaning against a car I didn’t recognize, arms crossed, suit jacket slung over one shoulder like a catalog ad come to life. His eyes locked on mine the second I stepped out of the elevator.

And then he walked toward me, fast, confident, like he’d been waiting.

“Aiden,” I started, already smiling.

He didn’t say a word. Just grabbed me by the waist and kissed me.

Hard.

His mouth was hotter than I remembered. Hungrier. His hands were rougher where they clutched my hips. And when he bit my bottom lip, just enough to make me gasp, I felt it all the way between my thighs.

​​But something was off.

The kiss was different. Still familiar, but not quite right. A shade too sharp. A little too cocky.

I pulled back, breathless. “What the hell?”

That’s when he smiled.

Not Aiden’s sweet, crooked smile. This one was slower. Sharper. Like he was in on a joke I didn’t know the punchline to.

“I’m Archer, Aiden’s brother,” he said, casually wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You must be Maya.”

I stared. Same eyes. Same jaw. A smirk trying to tug at the corner of his mouth. “You’re—”

But not my smirk.

Then he gave me a smile. Slower. Lazier. Meaner.

“Twins,” he finished, with a wink. “Identical, if you hadn’t guessed.”

I froze. “Jesus. You’re twins?”

He disappeared around the corner, smug as hell, while I stood there wondering why it felt just as good kissing him as it did his brother. Or better yet, why it felt just as right?

I spent the rest of the day trying not to think about that kiss. I should have texted Aiden but I didn’t.

Not after that parking garage ambush. Not after that mouthy, smug twin had the nerve to kiss me like he already owned me, then walk away like it was no big deal.

So yeah, when Aiden knocked on my door the next night, wine in hand and wearing that same easy smile, I opened it with my arms crossed.

“Hey,” he said, stepping in like nothing was wrong. “You okay? You didn’t answer my texts.”

I shut the door. Hard. “I ran into your brother yesterday.”

His brow furrowed. “Archer?”

I nodded. “In the parking garage. Walked right up to me like he’d been waiting. Didn’t even say hi, just grabbed me and kissed me.”

Aiden’s expression darkened. “He what?”

“Bit my lip, got handsy, then told me who he was like it was some kind of joke.”

His jaw flexed. “Son of a bitch.”

I cross my arms. “So that’s a thing he does? Kisses your girlfriends for fun?”

“Jesus, Maya—” He steps toward me, voice rough. “You’re not my girlfriend.”

“Not the point.” Well that stings a bit. Maybe I’m not his girlfriend but I was hoping to be.

“No,” he snapped. “It’s not. The point is he had no right.”

I let that hang between us. “He felt like you.”

That stops him cold.

“He kissed like you,” I said, softer now. “Almost. Just… sharper. Meaner.”

Aiden’s jaw clenched. “He’s not me.”

“No,” I said. “But he made me wonder.”

He rakes a hand through his hair and turns away, pacing toward the window. “Fuck. I should’ve warned you.”

“You think?” I repeat, my arms still folded.

He turns. “He does this sometimes. Gets… curious. He’s not usually so bold.”

I laugh, once. “Right. Because ambush-kissing someone in a parking garage is subtle.”

Aiden crosses the room in three long strides. His hands find my waist, gentler than Archer’s, but just as firm and I flinch just a little. “I’m not him, Maya.”

“I know,” I said. But I don’t move.

He leans in, his forehead resting lightly against mine. “You kissed me first. You want me.”

My pulse jumps. “Yeah, well… now I’ve kissed both of you.”

“Not like this.”

His mouth is on mine before I can answer. This time it’s slow. Deep. A kiss that promises more but he doesn't rush to take it. He tastes like Pinot and restraint.

My knees almost give out.

When he pulls back, his voice is barely above a whisper. “Tell me that didn’t feel different.”

It did.

God, it did.

But I’m not going to make it easy for him.

“Should all your kisses come with a DNA test now?” I asked.

He smirked, mouth brushing my jaw. “Want me to prove who I am?”

“Depends what you’re offering.”

He let out a low, rough sound against my neck.

And then we stop pretending this wasn’t going to get messy.

He backs me toward the couch, hands never leaving my waist, mouth skimming along my jaw like he’s starving and I’m the only thing on the menu.

I sink down first, legs parting just enough for him to follow. His body slots against mine like it’s done it a hundred times. Maybe it has. Maybe this is what we’ve been circling since night one on the balcony.

His hand slides under my shirt. Warm. Steady. Like he’s taking his time, like he wants me to feel every inch of this.

I do.

“I don’t share,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth down my throat.

“Funny,” I breathe, tipping my head back to give him more room, “because apparently your brother does.”

He growls, a low, possessive sound that makes my core clench and he pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Do you want him?”

I don’t answer right away.

His eyes search mine. “Tell me the truth, Maya.”

“No,” I say, and it’s almost true. “I want you.”

That’s all it takes. His mouth crashes into mine again, and this time, there’s nothing slow about it. His hands are under my shirt, tugging it off, and I lift my arms without thinking. Cool air hits my skin, followed by the heat of his mouth, dragging down my neck, over the swell of my breast.

I gasp when his tongue circles my nipple.

“Aiden—”

“Say it again,” he rasps. “Say my name.”

I thread my fingers into his hair, tug just enough to make him look up.

“Aiden.”

His hands slide down my body, settling between my thighs. He doesn’t ask permission. Just slips his fingers into my shorts and groans when he finds me already soaked.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re killing me.”

“Then stop teasing.”

His grin is wicked. “Careful. I bite too.”

I tug his mouth back to mine.

Let him.

His fingers slide through my slickness, teasing before dipping inside, and my hips jerk up without permission. I’m past pride. Past pretending.

He doesn’t rush, doesn’t have to. Aiden knows exactly what he’s doing. Every stroke, every curl of his fingers is deliberate.

“I’ve thought about this,” he says against my neck. “You. Spread out for me. Writhing underneath me.”

I arch into him, desperate for more. “Then stop thinking and fuck me already.”

He groans, low and wrecked and pulls his hand away just long enough to shove his jeans down. My shorts go next and I’m naked before I realize it. My legs parted, breath catching as he settles between them.

“Condom,” he mutters, reaching for his wallet. I watch him tear it open with his teeth, roll it on, and line himself up, all without breaking eye contact.

“Last chance to say no,” he says, voice tight.

I wrap my legs around his waist and drag him in.

His name rips out of me the second he sinks inside. Thick. Deep. Perfect.

He stills, forehead pressed to mine. “Jesus. You feel—”

I roll my hips. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

He moves.

Slow at first. Deep, steady strokes that make me whimper. Then faster, harder, until I’m gasping beneath him, nails digging into his back, every thrust hitting exactly where I need it.

“Aiden,” I pant. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”

“I won’t,” he growls. “Not until you come on my cock.”

And I do.

Shattering around him, legs trembling, voice gone.

He follows with a low, guttural moan, hips slamming forward as he loses control and gives in to it. To me.

To us.

He collapses on top of me, breathless. Sweat-slicked and shaking. For a second, neither of us says anything.

And then—

A knock at the door.

We both freeze.

He pulls back, still inside me, brows pulling together. “You expecting someone?”

The knock comes again, loud and deliberate.

Whoever it is, they’re not shy or hesitant.

I glance at the door, a chill skimming over my skin.

“I’m not expecting anyone,” I say. “But from the sound of that knock someone really wants in.”

Another knock.

Louder and harder this time. Like whoever it is knows they’re interrupting something and doesn’t give a damn.

Aiden pulls out with a hiss and grabs his jeans, muttering a curse as he tugs them on. I scramble for the blanket, wrapping it around myself just in time to hear the third knock.

Aiden yanks open the door.

And there he is.

Archer.

Leaning against the frame like he owns the place. Still in that same fitted suit. Same cocky smirk.

“Took you long enough,” he says, eyes flicking past Aiden to land on me, flushed, barely covered, legs still spread under the blanket.

His smirk deepens. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

“You are,” Aiden snaps, body tense. “What the hell do you want?”

“I figured we should clear the air.” Archer steps inside without being invited. “And judging by the timing, guess I wasn’t wrong.”

I sit up straighter, pulse thudding in my throat. “How do you even know which apartment—”

“I watched you walk in last night,” he says. “Was curious how long it’d take you to tell him.”

Aiden shuts the door a little too hard. “Get out.”

But Archer doesn’t move. His eyes are still on me. “So. Was I better or worse?”

My breath catches. Aiden stiffens.

“Don’t,” Aiden warns, voice low and dangerous.

Archer holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax. Just wanted to say hi to my future sister-in-law.”

Aiden lunges, but I’m already on my feet.

“Stop,” I snap. “Both of you.”

They freeze.

I look between them, one wild, the other smug. Both impossibly hot. Both staring at me like they want to ruin each other just to have me.

And suddenly I’m not sure I want to stop anything at all.

I hold the blanket tighter around me, not because I’m shy but because the look Archer’s giving me could burn right through it.

“You kissed me without asking,” I say, staring him down.

“You kissed back,” he replies, casually stepping closer. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”

Aiden’s jaw tenses beside me. “You’re pushing it.”

Archer glances at his brother, then back at me. “Maybe. But I think she wants to be pushed.”

I should shut it down.

Should tell him to leave.

But my body’s still humming from the orgasm Aiden gave me, and silently still tingling from Archer’s bite the day before. And now they’re both standing here, one furious, one smug, both hard in different ways, and all I can think about is what it would feel like to have them both.

“You’re unbelievable,” I mutter, mostly to myself.

Archer grins. “And yet you haven’t told me to get the fuck out.”

My silence stretches. That grin of his widens.

Aiden turns to me, voice tight. “Maya. If you want him to leave just tell me to.”

I meet his eyes. But here’s the problem, I don’t want to.

Instead, I ask, “What are you really doing here, Archer?”

He tilts his head. “I wanted to see what had my brother so strung out. Now I get it.”

He takes another step closer. He’s in my space now, standing right beside Aiden. Same height. Same eyes. But completely different energy.

Aiden’s heat is steady. Archer’s is wild.

And I want both.

I look between them, breath catching.

“You want me to pick,” I say. “Is that it?”

Archer lifts a brow. “No. I want to see if you can.”

Aiden swears under his breath. “He’s playing games.”

Archer shrugs. “Maybe. But if she wants both of us, who’s really winning?”

Silence.

My pulse is a drumbeat in my ears. I step forward, between them, close enough to feel the heat rolling off their bodies.

“If I told you both to stay,” I say, voice low, “would you?”

Aiden’s jaw clenches. Archer’s eyes flare.

And neither of them says no.

Aiden doesn’t answer. His jaw’s locked, arms tight at his sides like he’s trying not to lose it. Archer, though, he just smiles. Slow. Satisfied.

He leans in, eyes locked on mine.

“Did Aiden tell you we’ve shared before?”

I freeze. “What?”

Archer’s voice drops to a dangerous purr. “Girls. Moments. Fun.”

“Fuck off,” Aiden snaps, but his voice cracks just enough to tell me it’s not a lie.

My breath catches. “You’ve… done this? Together?”

Aiden looks away. Archer doesn’t.

“We don’t make a habit of it,” he says. “But sometimes…”

“Sometimes it works,” Aiden finishes, voice rough.

My head spins. My body’s already answering for me, every nerve on fire, core clenching at the image forming in my mind. Two mouths. Two sets of hands. Two of them.

I swallow hard. “And you’d do it again?”

They look at each other, something passing between them I don’t understand but I feel it. A shared tension. A shared want.

“If you say the word,” Archer says, stepping in until his chest brushes mine, “we’ll make sure you never forget it.”

Aiden moves behind me, his hand sliding up my bare spine. “But only if you want it.”

I do.

God, I do.

I let the blanket drop.

Archer’s sharp inhale is the last thing I hear before both of them are on me.

Hands. Mouths. Heat.

Aiden’s lips find my neck, his hands cupping my breasts as Archer drops to his knees in front of me, dragging his hands up my thighs with deliberate slowness.

“You sure?” Aiden murmurs at my ear, even as he grinds against my back.

I nod, breathless. “I want both of you.”

Archer looks up at me, dark eyes full of sin. “Then you’ll have us.”

And then he buries his mouth between my thighs while Aiden turns my head and kisses me like he owns me.

I moan into Aiden’s mouth, my fingers sliding into his hair as Archer works me with his tongue, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, like he’s trying to see how fast he can make me fall apart.

Aiden pulls back just enough to whisper, “That feel good?”

I can’t even answer. My knees are shaking, body caught between fire and something dangerously close to surrender.

Archer groans against me, the vibration making me cry out.

“Fuck,” Aiden mutters. He steps back and yanks his jeans off completely, the condom from earlier clinging tight and full. He strips it off quickly, tosses it in the trash, then strokes himself once before tearing open a fresh one. Watching me come undone beneath his brother’s mouth.

“Switch,” Aiden says.

Archer doesn’t hesitate. He rises in one fluid motion, mouth glistening, eyes blazing as he peels off his suit jacket. Then the shirt. Button by slow, taunting button.

My breath hitches. I shouldn’t be watching this, shouldn’t want it this badly, but I can’t look away.

He undoes his belt next then his pants. And when he steps out of them, completely bare, my mouth goes dry.

They’re not just twins. They’re identical.

Almost.

Archer’s a little thicker. A little rougher. And when my eyes drop lower, I see the glint of silver near the tip of his cock… pierced. Of course he is. And of course it only makes him more fucking perfect.

He catches me staring and grins. “You ready to find out the difference?”

I nod.

Aiden sinks onto the couch and pulls me into his lap, my back against his chest, my legs spread wide across his thighs. His arms wrap around me, steady and sure, while Archer steps between my legs.

He tears open a condom, rolls it on with practiced ease, and strokes himself once, just enough to make my breath hitch. The piercing is still there, muted now beneath the latex, but I can feel the way my body reacts to the idea of it.

Then his cock presses against my entrance, thick, hot, and perfectly aligned and I suck in a breath.

“You good?” Archer murmurs, his voice rough now, no teasing.

Aiden kisses my neck. “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you. You sure about this?”

I nod, breathless. “Yes, I want it.”

Then he whispers in my ear, “Let him in. I’ll be right here with you.”

He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. The stretch is deep and delicious, my body clenching around him without meaning to.

Behind me, Aiden’s arms tighten.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs against my neck, his lips brushing my skin. One hand slides up to cup my breast, fingers teasing my nipple until I moan. “Let him in, baby. Just like that.”

Archer groans, his hands gripping my thighs. “Fuck, she’s so tight.”

I can barely breathe. He fills me completely—thick, deep, overwhelming and he hasn't even moved yet.

Aiden’s free hand glides down my stomach, between my legs, and he finds my clit like he already knows every part of me. He circles it slowly, deliberately, while Archer begins to thrust.

It’s overwhelming.

Too much and not enough all at once.

I gasp, hips jerking, caught between Archer’s thick cock and Aiden’s relentless fingers.

“You feel that?” Aiden whispers, nipping at my earlobe. “That’s both of us. You’re taking him so fucking well.”

Archer’s pace quickens, his rhythm syncing with the swirl of Aiden’s fingers until I’m trembling in their arms, my body a live wire.

“I… I’m close—” I choke out, head falling back against Aiden’s shoulder.

“Then come,” Archer growls. “Come with my cock inside you.”

Aiden presses his mouth to my neck, his voice wrecked. “Do it. Let him feel you fall apart.”

I shatter, legs shaking, vision blurring, a cry ripping from my throat as pleasure crashes through me, sharp and blinding.

Archer swears, thrusts once more, twice, and then groans low in his chest as he comes, hips grinding deep as he empties into the condom.

He pulls out slowly, still breathing hard, and steps back, chest heaving, sweat glistening down his neck.

I’m limp in Aiden’s lap, skin buzzing, heart racing.

But Aiden’s still hard.

Still holding me and watching me like he’s nowhere near done.

Archer steps back, still catching his breath, and Aiden doesn’t waste a second.

His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me with ease, strong, controlled, until I’m hovering just above him, my body still trembling from the orgasm I barely recovered from.

“I’ve got you,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “I always fucking will.”

He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against my pussy. I whimper, already aching again.

Then he lowers me.

Slowly.

I sink onto him inch by inch, my body stretching to take him in all over again. He’s thick and hard and so hot it makes my toes curl.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, hands gripping his forearms.

He groans, head falling back for a beat. “Fuck, baby…”

Once I’m seated fully, hips pressed to his, he wraps his arms around me, tight and possessive, then thrusts up once, deep and hard.

I cry out, hips jerking, and he does it again.

This time, there’s no teasing.

No soft warm-up.

He takes me like he owns me, like he’s reclaiming every inch Archer touched, every sound he pulled from my throat.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my throat, his pace relentless now. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, nails dragging down his back.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Aiden.”

He slams into me harder, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my mouth back to his. His kiss is wild, open-mouthed and filthy, all tongue and teeth and heat.

I ride him harder, chasing another high, thighs straining against his as I grind down, my hands gripping his forearms for leverage.

And Archer’s still watching.

Still naked.

Still hard.

I think my night is only getting started.

The End

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