Becca Vale

I’m not sure what comes over me while we’re out in the woods—maybe nostalgia for the way my twin brother and I used to prank and roughhouse with each other when our dad took as hunting as kids?—but when all our friends decide on a nighttime game in the forest, I fade back into the trees and decide to stalk my brother instead. Stalk him. Hunt him. Chase him. Pin him down and… Shit. I’m not sure what exactly happens when I actually catch him, other than me losing my goddamn mind. My blood heats, my adrenaline surges, and my most primitive instincts demand that I claim him in a way that a straight man like me has never considered before. But this is my brother. I can’t do that. Try telling that to the feral beast the hunt unleashes inside me, though… CONTENT NOTE: The "feral beast" Colt is talking about is metaphorical only. Beast Mode is a contemporary piece of taboo gay incest smut in a real-world setting. No one turns hairy or suddenly sprouts claws and fangs here. These are just two totally human brothers with some soon-to-be-not-so-repressed... urges.

I'm finally meeting my brother for the first time, and he says I tried to suck his dick last night. Now that I'm sober, he's finally going to let me. It's my eighteenth birthday, and the last thing I remember is the party my friends dragged me to last night. A party I definitely don't remember seeing this guy at. The naked guy. In my bed. The one whose face looks way too fucking familiar, even though we've never met. Either I'm still too drunk to see straight, or I'm finally meeting my brother for the first time. Half brother. Whatever. All I know is he says I tried to suck his dick last night. And now that I'm sober, he's finally going to let me…

My baby brother isn’t just a spoiled brat. He’s also one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, and the combination means he thinks he can have whatever he wants… and he’s usually right. But now he’s got a stalker. I hand-picked his security team and trust each one with my life. More importantly, with Jett’s life. But I’m the one he calls for protection. And I’ll provide it. I’ll be right at his side for every single breath he takes, until I know he’s safe. But it turns out that protection isn’t the only thing Jett called me for. The little brat really does think he can have anything he wants. And once again, he’s right. But this time, it will be on my terms.

School has never really been my thing, and unlike my two brothers, one a pre-med student and the other in art school, I’ve got no fucking idea what I want to do with my life. Well, other than stick with the two of them for as long as possible. But that all changes when a series of unfortunate circumstances—or maybe not so unfortunate?—help me figure out the perfect career for me. Porn. Gay porn. And it’s not that I’m hiding it from my brothers… exactly. It’s just that Grant can be a little uptight about things, and since Wesley’s the world’s biggest sweetheart, Grant would probably be pissed if I corrupted him. But we all share an apartment, a really fucking small one, so when Wesley comes home early one day there’s really no way to hide what I’m doing, not with the whole livestream setup I’ve got going in the bedroom we share. And honestly? I don’t want to hide it. Not when what I’m doing for the camera suddenly gets ten times hotter with my brother watching me. And then, when I talk him into actually joining me… well, let’s just say that Grant would definitely be pissed about that. But he’s our brother, not our Daddy. And I never have been very good with impulse control…

My twin and I are identical. Or at least we were, until I started getting a few piercings. One thing that hasn’t changed between us is the way we always joke around, though. Which is why I offer to let him see my new one. The one right behind my balls. At least, I think I’m joking. Right up until he takes me up on the offer…

Years ago, my grandfather started one of the most successful companies in the world. Whenever they talk about him in the press, the name Richard Whitmore is always paired with words like “aggressive,” “ruthless,” and “dominating.” In my family, they call him a few others words, though. My grandmother left him before I was born when she caught him “working” after hours with his secretary, and my mom has always hated him for that, too. That was thirty years ago, but rumor has it that he still assigns his young female employees the same sort of, uh, “extra duties.” So, yeah. Not everyone likes my grandfather. But I do. He’s always been good to me. Beyond good, really. I would do anything for him, including moving across the company to work for him now that I’ve graduated from college… even if I’m not quite sure what exactly he’s hiring me to do. But if my job description includes any of those “extra duties?” I mean, of course it won’t. Grandpa doesn’t even know I’m gay, and he definitely isn’t. But I’m just saying, if the job requires it… Well, like I said, I’d do anything for him.

I’m used to my twin brother having some crazy ideas, and I’m always there to go along for a ride on his crazy train, then rein him in when it starts to go off the rails. So it’s not like I’m going to say no to a little drinking game of truth or dare. Even if all he seems to want to do is dare me. To get naked. To touch him. To do even more. And I don’t say no, because crazy or not, once the little brat calls me “Daddy,” I’m done for. I make the rules now, and rule number one is that Daddy knows best…

I pose as my brother's fake boyfriend to protect him, but when he begs me so prettily for more, I don't give it to him because of his stalker.I give it to him because there's no way in hell I could ever say no. We may be twins, but I'm the older one. The one who's bigger. Stronger. Born to protect my baby brother. And that's exactly what Caleb is. Mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to protect. Mine to shelter so he can bloom like the delicate, pretty little flower he's meant to be. And my pretty flower, my little artist, has a stalker. A superfan who shows up at his exhibition and thinks he's going to take more than I'll allow. Hell no. It's why I pose as Caleb's fake boyfriend, to protect him. But when my baby brother kisses me, it doesn't feel like he's faking it at all. And when he begs me so prettily for more… Well, I never could say no to my baby brother. I've never even wanted to. And I'm sure as shit not going to start now.

Losing my scholarship leaves me completely fucked. I have to stay in school. Not just for myself, but for my twin, Isaac, too. He’s not the brightest bulb in the box, but as far as I’m concerned, he still shines like the sun because he’s so damn sweet. He’s literally the best person I know. Still, sweet won’t earn him a degree, and the reason I fucked myself over with the scholarship is because I’ve been doing his schoolwork on top of my own. I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong, and now I’ve got to fix this. No way will Isaac make it through college without me. And more importantly, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere without him. Not ever. So I’ve got to come up with a way to pay my tuition, but I’ve got nothing. And then a friend of ours comes up with an idea…

Calling my older brother a sadist doesn’t even come close to describing the horrors he put me through when we were children. At least until I finally grew bigger than him, made myself stronger… and then got the fuck away by enlisting in the military. The day I left, I cut him out of my life and never looked back. But then he had a son, and I let myself believe he’d changed. That he wasn’t terrorizing Rory, too. I love my nephew more than life, but I’ve been active duty and stationed overseas since before he was born, so I haven’t been there for him. But worse, I didn’t even realize I needed to be. Not until I finally retire and rejoin the civilian world and the sweet boy, eighteen now and finally able to get out from under his father’s control, makes his way to my front door in the middle of the night. Battered. Bruised. Scared. Needing a soft touch to heal from the hard ones he grew up with. A soft touch I plan on giving him, each and every day, until he finally accepts that he deserves it. That it’s okay to feel good. And that anything that makes him feel good is good in my house. Because my house, my rules. No matter how wrong loving him the way I do would be considered out in the rest of the world.

My twin brother is a people pleaser. A total fucking pushover. A doormat who lets any asshole with an attitude problem walk all over him, and it’s done nothing but piss me the fuck off all of our lives. Especially because I’m usually the asshole who treats him the worst… or at least I used to be before I realized it’s healthier for the both of us, no matter how badly I fucking miss him, if I keep my distance. Which is why it makes no fucking sense at all that I agree to stay with him while my apartment is being repaired. Of course, it makes even less sense that I catch him sleeping on a dog bed once I’m at his place, but making him wear an actual dog collar to go along with it once I do find out? That’s totally on brand for me. It’s exactly the kind of cruel bullshit I can’t seem to stop pulling on him, even if I can’t ever admit to myself why. What I don’t expect, what neither of us do, is how much we both end up liking this twisted little role play we fall into. Because it’s not just the dog bed and the collar. I start calling him my puppy, and he starts acting like he really is one. And that’s not the only thing we find out we like to do together…

Two years ago, my only daughter kicked her sixteen-year-old son out for being gay. As soon as the boy called me, I drove across the country to collect him and give him the home and love he deserves, here on the family farm. She’s dead to me now, and my grandson is my whole world. He knows I support him completely. He knows he can ask me anything. I just never expect him to ask me how gay… love works. I’m not qualified to teach him anything about that particular subject, and it’s certainly not appropriate for me to give him hands-on lessons. But I’ll do anything for that sweet boy, and it turns out, he’s a very fast learner…

When my little brother moved out here for college, I thought it would bring us closer. Instead, he’s started acting cagey. Avoiding my calls. Missing classes. Asking our parents for money. And I mean a fucking lot of money. Clearly, something is wrong, and I don’t just mean the fact that he should have come to me with his problems first. I’m his big brother. I’m the one who takes care of him. I’m the one who fucking adores him. I’m also the one who’s done putting up with this shit. Tonight, I’m going to show up at his dorm and get to the bottom of this. Whatever is going on with him ends here and now. If there’s a problem, I’m going to fix it. Although, I’ve gotta admit, I never expected that the solution would be my cock…

My brother is about to get married. I should be happy for him. I’m not. Once he says those vows, she'll take up way too much of his attention. Once he’s married, I'll have to share him. And call me a greedy bitch, a spoiled brat, a needy, possessive asshole, but I just can't stand that idea. My brother is mine. At least, tonight he still is. And with a little liquid courage, anything can happen.

My twin, Cooper, isn’t the only brother I have. I’ve also got all my frat brothers at Kappa Theta Xi. Coop and I are Kappa legacies, just like our father and his brothers were, and their father before them, and his father before him. All the Lancaster men pledge Kappa Theta Xi. Always have. Always will. Our sweet little cousin, Sage, is no different. He’s a legacy, just like Coop and me. What is different is that when he shows up as a freshman for pledge week, the Pledge Master puts the two of us in charge of his initiation into the frat. Which means he’s ours. Completely. But when pledge week is over, there’s no way we’re giving up our sweet little twink. What happens in Kappa house may stay in Kappa house, but Sage? He’s family. And family is forever…

I never liked my big brother’s wife, and not because she gets him and I don’t. Well, not just because of that. But to say I’m not mad when she finally shows her true colors and he kicks her to the curb is an understatement. It’s also exactly the opening I need to offer him my support. And by support, I mean I come over to make sure he doesn’t have to go through the separation alone and then, you know, do my best to make sure I never have to leave. But it’s not selfish, I just want to be there for him! Okay, fine. Maybe I do want more than that, but I know I can’t have what I really want, because he’s my brother. My straight brother. But that doesn’t mean a boy can’t dream. And if I “accidentally” confiscate a certain something from his ex-wife on her way out the door to make those dreams feel a little more realistic, no one but me ever has to know. Until the night my brother finds out…

After my brother died, his widow took their son back east and cut me out of his life. It broke my fucking heart, but what could I do? Tristan is my nephew, but he’s not mine. When I finally hear from him again it’s years later and he’s all grown up. He’s eighteen and wants to move back out here to California, something his mother definitely doesn’t approve of. He needs my help. And my answer is yes, to anything he needs. Always. And my answer is still yes, even after my wife pitches a fit about me inviting Tristan to live with us. But my house. My nephew. My rules. When it comes to taking care of him, it’s non-negotiable, and I honestly don’t care what that does to my marriage. Especially once I find out my sweet little nephew needs my help in other ways, too. Life lessons I’m more than happy to give him. Even though I know I really, really shouldn’t…

I don’t like people, but I also don’t dislike them. I simply don’t care either way. Except for Oscar. He’s not just my twin; he’s my sun, moon, and stars, and I will do anything for him. Anything that doesn’t upset him, that is. Which is why he doesn’t know how often I’ve avenged him over the years, and why the body I just shoved in my trunk tonight might become a problem….

My big brother doesn’t think I know he’s a porn star. He doesn’t have to keep it a secret, though. Not from me. I’ve known for years. I’ve watched for years. And I like it. Probably a little too much. So I finally decide to let him know that I know, and show up on set. I’m not trying to make it weird; I just want to bring him lunch. But they’re in the middle of a shoot when I get there, and someone on the studio’s payroll called in sick. My brother’s fluffer. And after all that Henry's  done for me, it’s only fair if I help him out, too… right?

After our parents died, the only thing that mattered to me was taking care of my baby brother. He was just a little thing then—still is, I guess—and all I wanted to do was comfort and protect him. It’s why I used to let him climb into bed with me at night after our grandmother took us in. It’s where I figured out the best way to soothe him when he was upset. I never meant to give him an oral fixation, but now I can’t stop my twisted, all-consuming, fucked-up love for him into taking those innocent memories and turning them into something else. Which I guess makes it a good thing that I’m deployed half a world away from him, even if it kills me to be so far apart. But then our grandmother passes, and Scout needs me. Guess it’s time for me to finally come home…

I found out my little brother is gay when I stumbled across his cam site, and I only subscribed to see if it was really him. Because I can’t let him do that, right? I need to get him off. I mean, off the internet. Not, uh… Well, anyway, I can’t condone it. What big brother would? His channel gets a lot of attention, and you know that means that there are a bunch of horny strangers doing filthy things on the other side of their screens while they watch him every day. And by “they,” I mean me, because… fuck. I started with the best of intentions, the protective kind, but now it’s been three months and I’m borderline obsessed, and I’m definitely crossing some moral lines by logging in every day. And sending him presents. And convincing him to pick me when he announces that one lucky subscriber will get to join him for a livestream and finally take his V-card. Except he doesn’t really pick me, Dan, his protective older brother. He picks BigStick01. Big tipper. Dedicated subscriber. Complete fucking idiot who shows up without a plan… Now what do I tell him?

Love is a four-letter word that has never fucking applied to me, so falling straight into it once I’m released from prison? Fucking insanity. And falling for my own nephew, a boy who’s half my age and didn’t even know I was fucking alive? That shit is the kind of twisted, fucked-up insanity I’ll fight hard and dirty to hold onto now that I’ve found it. But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up on getting some payback for the way my family abandoned me twenty years ago. For the way they tried to erase me from existence the moment I was locked up, out of sight and out of mind. Especially since I’m not the only one they treated like shit. But those twenty years weren’t entirely wasted, and the family Ethan and I share—the ones who hurt him, too—are about to be in a world of hurt themselves. Because a lesson I learned behind bars is that the best kind of pain to inflict is the kind that gets sweeter and sweeter, the more you twist the knife… NOTE TO READERS: This is NOT a standalone. It is a sequel to Reward for Time Served. Words: 16,947.

I’m no good at following rules and could give a shit about other people’s opinions, so it doesn’t matter that the world says it’s wrong. I’ve always known my twin brother was meant to be mine in the most carnal way possible. He matters, though. And Milo wouldn’t understand. At least, not at first. So I need to ease him into the idea. Make him think it’s his own. Employ a little strategic manipulation for the greater good. Because Milo, a theater major, just asked me to come help him run his lines for tomorrow night’s show, but helping him understand that he needs something more from me, that he’s meant to be mine, is the greatest good of them all. And I’m done biding my time. Things are gonna change between us, starting tonight.

After spending twenty years in prison while my family tried to pretend I didn’t exist, the one thing on my mind is getting some fucking payback for their abandonment. But when I show up at my Pop’s place, looking for vengeance, he’s not there. I’m not alone for long, though. While I prowl through the empty house, the darkness inside me twisting and seething as my pent up aggression yearns for an outlet, a ray of fucking sunshine walks through the door. My brother never thought I was good to meet his newborn son before I get locked up, but it doesn’t matter that this is the first time I’m laying eyes on the boy. I’d recognize little Ethan anywhere. Not because he’s got the same blue eyes I do or the sweet innocence of a boy who’s grown up free from the hell I was just released from. But because I recognize something in his wide eyes and eager smile. Something that goes beyond our shared DNA. Something that tells me he’s mine. Words: 18,033

My best friend likes to tease me about not being able to tell my boyfriend apart from his twin, but I totally can. They may technically look identical, but the way Jack looks at me is unmistakable. And when I stop by his place on my way to one of my college classes, surprising him right after he gets out of the shower, that look is scorching. Sure, I don’t have a lot of time, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun. Or, as it turns out, a LOT of fun. But the way Jack looks at me isn’t the only subtle difference from his twin, and when his “brother” walks in on us, I know—I just know—that I’ve fucked up. I’ve been touching the wrong twin. So I do the only thing I can. I play dumb and run. Jack will never forgive me… will he?

Today must be the day that everyone on campus needs glasses. First, a pushy little twink calls me by the wrong name, then yells at me for ghosting him. It wasn't me. Then my roommate asks my why I ignored him when he ran into me at the off-campus coffee shop. Again, not me. I don't even like coffee. But then he comes up with the wild theory that I've got a long-lost secret identical twin brother somewhere on campus. Of course, this is the same guy who told me his professor secretly recruits for the CIA  and that he got evidence on camera of a local Sasquatch, so… crazy, right? Right. Because it turns out he's wrong. I'm not a twin who was separated at birth, and I don't have a long-lost secret brother. I have two of them. I'm a triplet, and the three of us aren't just identical. We're fucking perfect for each other. In every way.

Seventeen years ago, my twin brother and I ran off to Vegas, living off whatever we could steal from all-night buffets and sucking cock for rent money. We had to after our parents found out we were gay. And not just gay, but together. Now, we’re happily settled in Sin City and cut off from the life we left behind, and the best part of living here is definitely the sin. In a place where anything can be had for a price and visitors leave their morals at the door, we don’t even try to hide what we are to each other. We had too many years of doing that shit before we escaped the fucked-up values of our ultra conservative family, so now we make our own rules, and the rest of our family is dead to us… until the night one of them shows up in the club we work at. He’s the only one we’ve ever missed. The one person it killed us to leave behind. But we had to. Our nephew was just a little kid when we left, and we weren’t much more than kids ourselves. But our sweet little sunshine is definitely all grown up now…