Siciliano Brothers
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Heather Teston
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Chapter 1
Twenty-six years ago, Anna Siciliano gave birth to twin boys.
It happened late at night in her bedroom with a midwife attending, her husband Ezio by her side. The first baby came quickly, which was an easy birth for Anna. Beaming with pride, Ezio held the baby up and declared his name to be Michael.
Now his twin, born an hour later, was a more difficult birth for Anna, who by this time was becoming weak and frail. One minute to midnight, the rain came pouring down and thunder struck, rattling the windows, and the second baby was born.
All went quiet as the antique grandfather clock could be heard outside the bedroom at midnight. Not even the cries of the second baby were heard as Ezio looked down at the child lying in Anna’s arms, his eyes opened, and he seemed to be looking back, making Ezio cringe.
Looking into his second son’s eyes, not wanting to hold him, he spoke, his voice sounding loud in the quiet of the night. Michael and Lucifer had dark hair and beautiful olive skin. Both had dark blue eyes and were identical except for their demeanor.
Michael was the model child every father dreamed of having. He was well-mannered, obedient, and did well in school. Ezio doted on him, and he treated Lucifer with indifference, blaming the younger twin for the death of his beloved wife, Anna.
Lucifer was the opposite of his brother; he was crude and insulting. He disobeyed his father every chance he got, and he delighted in tormenting him. In the beginning, the boys got along, but as they grew older, things deteriorated.
Both were competing against each other, whether in sports or with the opposite sex. When one had a girlfriend, the other brother wanted her, and they usually got her. Now, Michael was the sensitive, more of the gentlemanly type.
Lucifer was rougher, a real bad boy who was always getting into fights. He often came to Michael’s aid, protecting him from the bullies, and always took the blame when Michael did something wrong.
Lucifer took the punishment their father dished out, which should have been Michael’s. They had turned eighteen when one girl caught their attention: a sixteen-year-old beauty named Iris Braxton.
She was slender with sandy blond hair, the only child of Steven Braxton, a billionaire investment broker. Her parents spoiled her, lavishing her with expensive gifts, and for her sixteenth birthday, they bought her a red sports car.
She met the twins at a party, and if it weren’t for how they dressed and acted, she couldn’t tell them apart. Right off, she saw how different they were from each other. Michael was sweet, a gentleman.
Now Lucifer was rough around the edges, crude, an air of cockiness about him, wearing a black leather jacket and riding a motorcycle. Iris stood to the side, watching Lucifer necking with the town’s tramp. She felt something growing inside her, a little spark of excitement in the way he had the girl pushed up against the wall, his lips on her neck as he fondled her breasts, wishing it was her instead of the other girl.
Eyes closed, she pictured Lucifer kissing her, his hand caressing her. Opening her eyes, she gasped in horror when she saw him watching her with a smirk.
Turning, she bumped smack into Michael, her face turning red, she mumbled an apology. “Where are you going in such a hurry, Iris?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling.
“For some fresh air,” she replied. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Lucifer watching her, that smirk still on his face. Michael offered to accompany her, which she gladly accepted.
Iris found him charming; he made her laugh, and she felt comfortable with him. After that, they began spending time together. But whenever Lucifer was around, she became anxious; he was always giving her weird looks, like he was picturing her naked.
But there was also something about the bad boy that had her heart racing and a tingling sensation coursing through her body. Being a virgin, she wasn’t sure what her body was telling her. Michael was always sweet to her.
His kisses were gentle and soft, and he never tried to have sex with her. Iris had a girlfriend, Jackie. She had raven-black hair and developed in the chest area faster than the other girls in their circle.
Lucifer started taking Jackie out, and they would double-date. After a night at the drive-in or a school dance, the four of them would go to the local diner for burgers and fries.
Iris would have to sit there watching Lucifer nibbling on Jackie’s neck with his hand going up under her top, while all Michael would do was hold her hand as he watched his twin getting it on with Jackie across from him. Jackie’s hand went under the table, and Lucifer moaned.
It was obvious what she was doing, and neither one seemed to care that they were in a public place. “I have to go home,” Jackie squealed.
“Okay, doll,” Lucifer murmured into her neck. “Let’s go.”
“No, if my father hears your bike, he will kill me, and I will be grounded for a week. Also, I’m wearing a skirt.” She looked at Michael. “Will you drive me home? Lucifer can take Iris home on his bike since she is wearing jeans.”
Iris was shocked; she did not want to be alone with Lucifer. “No, Michael and I can both take—”
“You live on the other side of town, and it’s getting late. My brother will take you home,” he said. He kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
They had left her with no choice since she had left her car at home. When they got outside, she hesitated when Lucifer handed her the helmet to wear. “What’s the matter? Do you need help putting it on?” he asked as he watched her with amusement.
“No, I can manage, it’s just—it’s just I’ve never ridden a bike before,” she stammered. Grabbing the helmet from her hand, he chuckled as he placed it on her head, putting the strap up under her chin.
“Don’t worry; just hang on tight to me, and you won’t fall off.” Jumping on the bike, he started it and nodded his head, motioning for Iris to get on. Iris couldn’t help the excitement that flowed through her veins as Lucifer raced his bike along the road. She clung to him, her arms around his waist.
It was scary and yet thrilling, as the wind hit her face. She liked the feel of his hard body, and she was sad when it ended as he pulled to a stop in front of her house, and she got off.
“Good night, Iris, I’ll be seeing you soon,” he said as he took off. A week later, she and Michael went to a keg party that was being held at night under the bridge.
It was a spot where all the kids would party and make out. Tents were set up, and a bonfire started.
Lucifer was there with Jackie, who was becoming quite drunk and flirting with Michael shamelessly, but Lucifer didn’t seem to mind.
After one beer, Iris wanted to leave. She was tired of watching Michael flirt back with Jackie.
Realizing he wasn’t going to take her home, she got angry, so she started walking home.
Moments later, the sound of a motorcycle approaching had her turning around; it was Lucifer.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Home,” she snapped back.
“Get on, I’ll give you a ride.” It was dark, and the walk home would have taken her forever, so she jumped on behind him.
Halfway home, it started raining, making the roads slippery, so Lucifer drove to a nearby barn. The door was open, so he drove his bike inside.
It was now pouring, and thunder and lightning struck, lighting up the night sky.
“We’ll have to wait out the storm,” he said, turning to Iris.
He smiled, letting his eyes roam down her body. She had cute little breasts but knew they would grow as she got older, and she had a tiny waist.
She looked scared, like a frightened deer, when she saw him staring at her. Aware that she was stranded with him, Iris became nervous.
His eyes were undressing her, and before she could stop him, he pulled her into his arms. She tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Let go of me,” she screeched.
“Why are you with Michael when it’s me you want to be with?” Not giving her a chance to answer, he captured her mouth with his.
Lips pressed together, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, exploring. Her lips were soft against his.
Her scent drove him crazy with desire, and when she put her arms around his neck, kissing back, he lowered her down onto a bed of straw.
Iris didn’t have the willpower to stop him, nor did she want to.
And when he undid her blouse and his mouth went to the top of her breasts, she moaned, arching her back.
His mouth felt warm as he kissed her breasts through the flimsy material of her bra. His hand moved gently as he caressed her skin, moving down to the zipper on her jeans, where he pulled it down, slipping a hand inside the panties and began stroking between her soft womanly folds.
Removing his pants, he pulled hers down, reached into his pocket, and took out a condom.
Once covered, he got on top and began kissing her neck as he guided himself slowly inside her. She was wet and ready for him, and he never wanted a girl as badly as he wanted Iris.
He felt how tight she was, and when he penetrated her, it was then he realized she was a virgin. He was too overcome with desire and lust to stop, but he tried his best not to hurt her, to give her time to adjust to him.
He knew it would hurt for a minute and vowed to make it as pleasurable for her as possible. Iris let out a small yelp when Lucifer took her virginity.
It hurt for a second, but soon she was writhing and squirming beneath him with so much intense pleasure, moaning as she dug her fingers into his back.
When Lucifer was finished, he rolled over onto his side, pulling her close. Kissing her, he stroked her back and murmured against her mouth.
“You’re mine now, belong to me, and no one will ever touch you except me.” Pulling away, she started dressing.
What they had done hit her; she had betrayed her boyfriend and felt terrible.
“What about Michael?”
“What about him?”
“He’s your brother, how could we do this to him?” she cried. Getting up, Lucifer pulled on his pants and, taking Iris in his arms, kissed her.
“You don’t have to worry about him; he’s been banging Jackie for some time now.”
“Liar,” she yelled, pushing him away.
“Don’t be so naive, Iris. Why do you think he was anxious to drive her home, like last week? I’m sorry if that hurts you, but it’s me you wanted to be with.”
Iris melted into his arms. She knew he was right, but they had to tell Michael that they were now together. She only hoped he would understand.
And it seemed as if Michael did understand. He was quite gracious about it, wishing them well with a smile.
A day later, all hell broke loose when Iris’s father stormed into the Siciliano’s mansion, swearing he would have Lucifer charged with rape if something wasn’t done with him.
Iris was sent away to school in Switzerland; she was unable to contact Lucifer.
Ezio and his son fought, and Lucifer was once again told how much of a disappointment he was, how he was not loved, and was no longer welcome in his father’s home.
He was sent to live with his Uncle Fino and Aunt Nadia in Italy.
Anger and resentment were the driving force behind Lucifer’s determination to make something of himself so he could return to America someday and rub his success in his father’s face.
For eight years, there was no contact between them or his brother, not a letter, not even a phone call.
That is, until the day he received a wedding invitation from Michael, who was marrying Iris Braxton.
Crumpling the invitation into a ball, he tossed it into the wastebasket.
