Two of a Kind

Prologue

Present Day

I watch our car move slowly down the drive while I sit and wait for the two large monitors on my desk to come to life. My eyes follow the tail lights as they veer around the gentle curve towards the gate, then as they turn right onto the road, I stay focused on them until they're out of sight. Picking up my coffee, I take a sip as I absentmindedly swivel from side to side in my chair, my eyes still gazing out the window in my home office.

It's at this exact moment every morning that I suddenly feel alone, the house that was full of chaos and life just moments ago now suddenly silent and empty. A house of five reduced to one. On his way to work, my husband Ryan drops the three kids to school, and as soon as they're gone I miss them.

Bringing the cup to my lips again, I keep looking out the window, at the house next door, where Ryan's parents Jim and Beth live. I involuntarily squirm in my office chair as I stare at their back door, wondering if it'll open soon.

It's a blessing and a curse living next door to family. For the most part, Jim and Beth don't intrude too much. They give us space, usually keeping visits short and sweet. I would be lying if I said we didn't make use of Beth's babysitting services from time to time, and they've bailed us out on more than one occasion by looking after the kids when both Ryan and I have had clashing work commitments.

Sometimes we would like a little more privacy, as it's almost impossible to do anything without them knowing about it. But generally, it's nice having them so close, and the kids love seeing their grandparents all the time.

There is no way we could have a house like this if it wasn't for their generosity. They gave us the site for free, and Jim's construction company built it at cost. So we got the house of our dreams for a steal.

My company's logo appears on one of the monitors as the log in screen appears, and just as I leave down the coffee cup to type my username and password, movement outside catches my eye. I see the back door open, and the imposing figure of my 55 year old father-in-law appears.

That was quick, I think to myself with a smile, I haven't even logged in yet. It's Monday morning I guess. A whole weekend is a long time for a man like him.

He walks across the lawn between our houses, and a few seconds later I hear the faint click of our back door as he lets himself in.

Chapter 1

10 years earlier

I wasn't surprised when he asked me, I knew things were moving fast. It's not exactly "popping the question", but inviting me to meet his parents, well it's not nothing. Ryan and I have been dating for six months, but I'm only 20 and Ryan is 22, so we're probably a little young to be getting serious. There's just something about him though, and I can't help letting myself get carried away.

He was nervous asking me, probably the most nervous I've seen him. He knows what this means.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to, I mean. I was thinking we could go at midterm. Maybe stay two or three nights, or less if that's too much, whatever you think," Ryan rambled on, after I had already agreed.

"Ryan, I'd love to go," I say again. "I can't wait to meet your family. We'll stay as long as you want."

"OK, wow. This is really happening. I've told Mom all about you, she's really looking forward to meeting you," he says, calming down a little.

"I'm sure we'll get on so well," I say.

"I hope so. Look, they can be a little..... you know, old fashioned. Well Dad is."

"Ryan, they're parents, that's the way they're supposed to be. Relax," I say, reassuring him that he has nothing to worry about.

"No, trust me. He can be very...... I dunno, just trust me," he says, struggling for the right word. "And please don't take offense to anything he says."

"Chill Ryan, I mean it. He's a Dad, they're all the same. I have one too, you know," and that seems to settle him, but I can see he's still a bit apprehensive. "God, I need to buy new clothes, I have to make a good first impression," I say, suddenly realizing it's only two weeks away.

"Megan, you have so many clothes, and you always look amazing," he says, and I know he means it. But I'm not missing out on this excuse to add to my wardrobe.

--

We leave for Ryan's hometown on Saturday morning at the start of mid term. Both of us had an early night last night as we were wiped from cramming for exams all week. The bus ride is only three hours, and Ryan's older brother Alex is collecting us at the bus station.

"I better text him," Ryan says when we're a half hour away.

I smile, and place my hand on his knee, giving him a soft squeeze when I see how nervous he is.

The rest of the journey is nice. Ryan spends most of the time pointing out all the places he used to hang out when he was younger.

"That's where I had my first summer job, at the car wash," he says, leaning across me to look out the window, then smiles as he says, "I wonder is Perry still running the place, he was always such a hard ass."

Before we know it, the bus is pulling into the station and a few people stand up to get off.

"There's Alex's car," Ryan says, nodding towards the silver SUV parked across the street. "Oh Christ, Erin is with him." Erin is Alex's wife.

"That's good," I say happily. "One less to have to introduce me to when we get to your house."

We make our way over to Alex's car, and both he and his wife get out to greet us. Erin bounces around the car and gives Ryan a hug, while Alex slaps his brother on the back, then grabs him in a bear hug when Erin lets go.

Erin immediately makes me feel at ease. "I've heard so much about you from Beth," the bubbly blonde says, reaching a hand out, but changes her mind and pulls me in for a hug too. "Oh my gosh, you're just so gorgeous. Of course you are, Ryan always got the good looking ones. I mean, sorry...."

Ryan just laughs warmly at her apology, "It's OK Erin."

"Give the girl some space for crying out loud," Alex says to his wife.

"Sorry, I'm just excited to meet my little brother-in-law's....." she says, but trails off.

"Girlfriend, you can say it Erin," Ryan says, smiling at his brother's wife again. "Guys, this is Megan. Meg, meet Alex, my big brother, and his wife Erin."

"Nice to meet ya Megan," Alex says, shaking my hand firmly, but in a friendly way.

He's a little shorter than Ryan. Still tall, probably around 6'1' or 6'2". Ryan has already filled me in, Alex and Erin are both 24, and they have two children, Alex Junior, who is 3 and baby Elle is almost 1. There's just the two brothers in the family.

The conversation is flowing on the way back to Ryan's parents' house, and I can already tell that I'm going to get on well with Erin, she's just so nice.

When we get there, I suddenly feel very nervous. I really hope they'll like me, and I want to make a good first impression. Ryan pops the trunk and takes out both of our bags. Alex has gone ahead, and I'm about to walk up beside Ryan when Erin grabs my wrist.

"Watch out for Jim," she says quietly, looking around to make sure nobody can hear her.

"Sorry, what?" I say, unsure I've heard her correctly.

"Just be careful around him, that's all. He's going to........like you."

"I don't understand. What do you mean?" I ask, a little concerned, but also genuinely lost.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It's just.....well um, Jim, he can get a little handsy, if you know what I mean. And he can be a bit..... obnoxious. Oh God, I really shouldn't have said anything," Erin says, closing her eyes. "But I just wanted to warn you."

"No, thanks Erin," I say, touching her arm reassuringly, and we both walk quickly to catch up with Alex and Ryan.

Suddenly, the back door opens and a little boy runs out.

"Mommy, mommy," he yells, and crashes into Erin's arms as she lifts him up. "Granny and Grandad let me have chocolate," he says, and from Erin's frown, I assume he is just after snitching on his grandparents. But she doesn't seem too upset.

"OK, well you better eat your dinner too, got it mister?" she says to Alex Junior.

Just then, a woman comes out through the same door carrying a baby, handing her to Alex while saying, "She's been good as gold."

"Mom," Ryan says excitedly, as he rushes over and gives her a hug so big he lifts her off the ground.

They embrace for another few seconds, then when they part he says, "There's someone I would like you to meet. This is Megan, my girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you," I say holding out my hand to my boyfriend's mother, surprising myself how nervous I am. "And call me Meg, most people do."

"Megan, sorry, Meg, it's so nice of you to come, and to meet you at last. Please, call me Beth," she says warmly, and takes my hand with both of hers. I smile at her, relived she has instantly made me feel welcome.

At that moment, I see a large figure appear through the door.

"Dad," Ryan says, and I see them walk towards each other and shake hands, then they have one of those back slapping hugs men do.

"So, are you not going to introduce me?" the older man says as he looks over at me.

"Of course, sorry. Dad, this is Megan."

"Hi, so nice to meet you," I say as I reach out my hand, just like I did to Beth.

As he steps closer, I realize he is a very big man. He must be close to 6'7", which is obviously where his sons get their height from. Beth is around my height, and is quite petite like me too, but she's blessed with a much bigger chest than I have. Now that Jim is beside me, it strikes me how big he really is. He has a powerful muscular physique. Not the bodybuilder type, but that look of real man strength.

He ignores my outstretched hand, and instead wraps his arms around me, pulling me in close for a hug.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing," he says when he steps back, and makes no attempt to be subtle when he looks me up and down, openly staring at my body.

Beth smiles and says, "Yes, our son has done very well for himself."

"I'll say," Jim says quietly, to nobody in particular, and when I look at him I notice he is openly checking me out.

Beth is 44 and Jim is 45, Ryan gave me the lowdown when he showed me photos of them on his phone. But people always look different in person. Beth doesn't look her age. She's a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She could easily pass for ten years younger.

Jim, or Big Jim, which is what Ryan told me his Dad's buddies call him, has brown hair with a good few gray flecks running through it. He has a little stubble on his face, which suits him.

"Come, let me show you around. I'm sure you want to see where Ryan grew up," Beth says, hooking an arm through mine and leading me towards the door.

Ryan picks up our bags, and as I look back to make sure he's following, I see his father staring at my ass just as I step inside his house.

--

We spend most of the afternoon just hanging out and talking. I love seeing where Ryan spent his childhood, and listening to his mother tell countless stories from when her sons were young. Some of the antics they got up to are actually hilarious.

It's not just Beth doing all the talking though, Jim chips in every now and then. Ryan's mom is beautiful, she could have any man she wanted. But the longer I'm around Jim, it's clear what attracted Beth to him. He's handsome, but he has a presence too. His imposing physique, I can't help but find it...... well I don't know how I feel about it actually. All I know is that it's not what I would usually expect to feel about a man more than twice my age. He is Ryan's father after all, and they look remarkably alike, so that's most likely why I find this a little confusing.

"I need to use the bathroom," I say to Ryan, as I stand up.

On my way, I look into Ryan's room again. Beth showed it to me earlier on our little tour, but I like sneaking another peak with nobody around.

"You lost?" Jim says, startling me as I lean around the door frame looking into my boyfriend's childhood bedroom.

"Just on my way to the bathroom."

"It's always hard finding your way around a strange house. Just across the hall," Jim says, pointing at the half open door.

I step back from Ryan's room and smile up at Jim, then as I walk across the hall I feel his hand on the bare skin of my lower back that my tank top isn't covering, as he guides me through the door. His touch is a little creepy, but it does make me feel something. He's using his other hand to hold open the door for me, and I get the faint smell of his body odor that I get as I walk past him. It doesn't repulse me, which I find surprising.

"Just holler if you need anything," he says as I close and lock the door.

--

"You two can take Ryan's old room," Beth says later in the evening. "I don't need to know what you get up to in college, but you're adults, and I...."

"MOM," Ryan yells, cutting his mother off from continuing. "Please, stop," he says, his face turning bright red with embarrassment.

"Thanks so much for dinner Beth, it was delicious," I say, mostly to change the subject, but meaning the compliment all the same.

Erin, Alex and the kids have gone home, so it's just the four of us left now. We're in the sitting room talking, while Jim and Ryan watch a game on TV.

"Right, I'm gonna hit the hay," Jim says as soon as the game is over.

"I'll be up in a minute," Beth says to her husband, the carries on talking to me about my plans once I finish college.

Soon after, Beth says goodnight too, leaving Ryan and I alone, which I'm thankful for. I really didn't want to go to her son's bed while she was still here.

Five minutes later, we're lying in bed talking quietly, making plans for the next couple of days. But before I switch off the bedside light, I feel Ryan moving closer to me, then his hand is on my thigh.

"Ryan, are you crazy. We can't! Not in your parents' house," I say, shocked he would even consider it.

"Why not? They won't hear us. Their room is way down the hall. We'll be extra quiet."

When I don't answer, I feel his hand slide further up my thigh, closer to what he's looking for. I'm wearing a pair of short pink cotton pajama shorts, and a white t-shirt.

"OK, but be quick, and don't make any noise," I say, relenting.

"God, I've wanted you so bad all day," he says as he slips his hand into my panties. "Fuck, you're wet."

I am wet, very wet. Even though I protested, there's something exciting about being in Ryan's room, in his house. With his parents down the hall, it feels like we're doing something we shouldn't.

"How do you want to do it?" Ryan asks.

"Get a rubber," I say, but he's already ripping it open. "Come on, just get on top." I pull my shorts and panties down and spread my legs for him.

He's hard and ready to go, and pushes it into me slowly. When his latex covered shaft enters me, I realize that I needed this too.

He starts thrusting into me slowly, his face beside mine, and I kiss him as we slowly make love. He goes faster when we kiss, and that's when the bed starts squeaking, then hitting against the wall.

"Fuck," he says, slowing down to stop the noise. But he can't hold back for long, and soon the squeaking gets louder, followed by the thud of the wooden bed frame banging off the wall again, three, four, five times.

"Get off," I say, unable to hide my annoyance as I roll him off me onto his back. Swinging a leg over, I take his full length inside me again. His hands go straight for my ass, he likes to hold onto it when I'm on top.

I love riding cock, gyrating my pelvis on his root, grinding down and taking him deep. This quietens the noise a bit, but the bed is still squeaking. I try to go slow, but soon he can't help himself and he starts thrusting up into me from underneath. Then when the headboard starts banging again, I realize I need to end this.

I reach back behind my ass and hold his balls as we carry on fucking. I know he likes this, and it usually makes him cum quick.

Suddenly he jerks hard, holding me by the waist with one hand, the other firmly gripping my ass, then he fills the rubber inside me.

"Do you think they heard us?" I ask when I climb off him.

"No way. They're fast asleep, more chance of waking the dead," Ryan says as he wraps up the used rubber in a tissue paper.

"God I hope they didn't. I would be so embarrassed if they heard us," I say, feeling mortified even thinking about it, as I find my shorts and panties and pull them back up my legs again.

This time when I reach for the light, I switch it off, and Ryan is asleep in seconds, content now that he got what he wanted. As I lie there in my boyfriend's bedroom, I realize I need to pee, and there's no way I'm going to hold it until morning. I bite the bullet and climb out of bed. Luckily the bathroom is across the hall, so I have no problem finding it without needing to turn on any lights.

When I finish, I decide to go to the kitchen to get some water, and bring a glass back to the bedroom in case I need it during the night. I walk into the kitchen, which I notice isn't in complete darkness like I was expecting as the lighting underneath the cabinets was left on.

I open the door that I remembered seeing Beth take a glass from earlier, and just as I close it I get the fright of my life.

"Did you work up a thirst?" Jim says.

I gasp loudly, almost dropping the glass, and when I look up I see him standing at the refrigerator door as he opens it and takes something out. He's wearing a robe, which is untied and hanging open, with a white vest and gray boxer shorts on underneath.

"Oh my God, you gave me a fright. I didn't hear you come in," I say, looking at his hairy chest in his plunging vest.

"Sorry honey, didn't mean to scare ya," Jim says casually.

"It's OK. Just wasn't expecting anyone else to be up," I say, and I can't help but stare at him having a snack in his boxers so casually in front of me.

"I always get hungry after a fuck," he says. "Are you the same? Do you want some?"

He offers the plate of leftovers from dinner to me. Is this actually happening? Did he just say, 'After a fuck?'

"Excuse me?" I say, thinking I surely must have misheard him.

"You wear that to bed?" he asks, ignoring my question. "Shit, I don't blame Ryan. I wouldn't be able to stay off you either." His eyes travel down my body, lingering on my chest, then down to my short pink pajama shorts, before looking up and down my legs a few times.

I instinctively bring my arm up across my chest, and I feel my nipples poking out through the thin white material.

"Em, I don't think that's appropriate," I say quietly.

He doesn't even seem to hear me. He just keeps looking at my bare legs as he continues eating. Turning back to the fridge, he puts the plate back on the shelf and closes the door, causing the beer bottles to clink together inside.

He reaches down and pulls on the front of his boxers, adjusting them. I look down and see grease stains on the light gray material from his fingers. But I also see the outline of something else, and I look away quickly.

When I look up at him, he smiles, and wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his robe.

"Some fucking commotion you two made. You sound like a right little goer, got me all worked up."

I stand there in silence, dumbstruck. This has to be a dream. How can he think speaking to me like this is OK?

"Just as well I had Beth there, or I might have needed you to sort me out too."

I stare at him, shocked, my mind struggling to process what he just said. I open my mouth to say something, unsure if I am able to forms words, but before anything comes out he speaks again.

"After seeing this," he says, looking down my body once more, making me feel very exposed, "I think I'm going to have to wake her up again."