Tap the Hard Rock
Copyright© 2026 by Sonarflash2026
Chapter 9
“That meal was heavenly,” Bonnie commented, unstrapping and kicking off her silver shoes. “Unfortunately, these heels hurt like hell,”
“You aren’t supposed to-” said Dianne
“Say things like that!” finished Denise.
“Oh poo,” Bonnie replied, glancing around the extravagant penthouse suite. She headed for the bedroom, flopping down on a king-size bed, settling her head on one of several pillows, thinking that a foot massage would be a fine conclusion to the evening. Unfortunately, Brad had vanished into one of the other bedrooms. Though she understood his concern about appearances, she really didn’t care to be sharing a separate room with his hawk-eyed twin daughters.
Still in designer dresses that made her sheath look at least two years out of fashion, they stood together at the foot of the bed. Two pairs of wary, intense blue eyes studied her. Bonnie wondered what was going on in their precocious, rather incisive, somewhat overactive minds.
They cleared throats in unison.
“This may seem rude ... but we have to know,” Dianne ventured.
“Are you just after daddy for his money?” Denise concluded.
Bonnie rolled her eyes just as the girls had done so often since the flight to San Francisco, sniggered, then said, “I’m a successful Geophysical engineer with my own company and I enjoy my work. I am worth at least twenty million dollars. Even have a couple mill stashed in Swiss accounts. I have investments that bring in nice dividends. I’m not a society whore, so no, I certainly am not after your dad’s money.”
Denise sucked a startled breath. Dianne giggled, saying, “you’re neat.”
Bonnie stared up at the penthouse ceiling. “Why neat? Because I’m honest? I wasn’t looking for a relationship, then this situation smacked me right between the eyes.”
“Yes, but Lady Eveline is wealthy and last month, we saw them kissing,”
Denise offered.
“And she wasn’t the first rich woman we saw him kissing,” Dianne added suggestively.
Bonnie looked each in the eyes, then told them seriously, “yes, but not one of those women got him in bed, and, I’m going to be the last.”
Both twins tilted their heads. “Daddy always told us he doesn’t believe in casual sex,” they said in harmony.
Bonnie flushed, closed her eyes, thinking, “until this afternoon, I thought I did.” She grabbed a second pillow and propped herself up, spearing both twins with a look.
“What your father and I were doing this afternoon was the furthest thing from casual.”
“What?” Dianne blurted.
“You really did sleep together?” Denise gasped, both girls obviously not faking their reaction.
“Truthfully, we didn’t do much sleeping,” Bonnie replied with a sigh. She smiled at the memory and said, “That was the furthest thing from our minds.” At their shocked looks, she held up a palm. “Yes girls, we made love. Hot, wet, passionate, steamy fucking. So, after today, your stuck with me. Suck it up.” She gave them a warm smile. “I’m also your new, wicked stepmother.”
There was a long, studious pause, the girls looking at each other. Denise said, “you don’t come across as wicked.”
“How did it happen?” Dianne asked eagerly.
“You didn’t hear about the rattlesnakes?”
Both girls shook their heads, then spontaneously kicked off shoes, jumping onto the bed, curling so they flanked her legs.
“Tell us!” they said eagerly, both apparently comfortable with cuddling up close.
Bonnie grinned and started in, sketching out her negative experiences with the drilling crew, kicking one in the balls, ending with that first kiss while their father was up in Tango’s saddle.
“Love at first sight!” both girls chimed in unison, both clapping their hands. “Just like it was with mom!”.
Bonnie shook her head. “Nope. Maybe love at first kiss. He was too small, too shabby and too irritating. Besides, I was feeling too bitchy. It wasn’t until after the snakes, when I was trying to apologize. He bent down, commenting on my smile. We were inches apart, staring into each others eyes, he looked so dark and handsome with that sexy grin, his fingers playing with my ponytail. His lips looked so inviting, then his hand was cupping my head and we were kissing, eyes open, staring into each other. My mind was screaming ‘no! No! No!’ but my insides melted. I’ve had a lot of experience with kisses. Never never had a lip lock smoke through me ... right down to curling my toes.”
“So daddy is a good kisser?” Denise asked.
“Should be, he’s had lots of practice,” Dianne tossed in.
“Nothing to do with practice,” Bonnie said. “It was the chemistry, and a touch of magic. I was afraid, because of failed relationships, but I couldn’t help wanting him right then and there.” She gave a shrug. “We rode double back to my trailer. We had some wine, talked, and some things he said triggered a real mad and I kicked him out.” Two weeks later, Francine told me the same thing happened to him the first time he kissed your mother.”
“They didn’t just kiss,” Dianne stated.
Denise nodded, saying, “yeh, they made out and mom got pregnant with Jasmine,”
At mention of their mother, both girls suddenly looked sad and contrite.
“Then, it’s serious!” Denise stated.
“Must be special!” Dianne agreed.
Bonnie smiled and nodded. “So, now you might understand why ‘zexually repressed’ daddy doesn’t want you getting careless about sharing your affections? Necking can get very serious, very fast. Dangerous stuff. Still, I foresee crushes, heartbreaks and passionate love in your futures.”
“So, why aren’t you in there boinking him tonight?” Denise asked.
“Yes, since you already did the deed?” Dianne wondered.
Bonnie felt her Cheeks going warm again. “I believe he is trying to shield you,” she told them. “Perhaps, he doesn’t want to tarnish his daddy image, or have you think he’s being a hypocrite.”
“Heaven forbid,” Denise said dramatically.
“Yes, we might start thinking he’s human!” Dianne added.
Giggle. “Tainting our virginal minds with lusty thoughts!” Denise stated.
Dianne snorted. “Like, we don’t already know all about sex from the internet?”
Bonnie chortled, enjoying the split banter, wishing she could have met the twins years earlier.
“Well, how about I just leave this bed to you girls and go have my wicked way with him? You two okay with that?”
Both nodded, then Dianne asked, “are you using protection?”
“Not necessary,” Bonnie answered, feeling her cheeks warming. “I’m clean. No diseases.”
“What if you’re ovulating?” Denise asked.
Dianne gasped. “Are you?”
Bonnie felt even more heat creeping up her cheeks. “That’s a bit personal.”
“You’re blushing!” Denise crowed. “You are!”
“You might already be pregnant with a brother or sister!” Dianne said happily
“Or twins!” they both chimed.
“God!” Bonnie rolled her eyes again, extracted legs from between them, swinging off the bed. “I hope not! What have I gotten myself into? Though, some bratty twin boys might be fun. Then we can sick them on the pair of you when you have boyfriends.” She planted hands on hips and looked stern, saying, “both of you get Out of those gowns, hang them up properly, brush your teeth and get to bed. Behave yourselves and I’ll go see about procreating more sibblings.”
They giggled, meeting each others glance for an instant.
. “Yes mommy,” they chimed in unison, both looking up at her with bright, knowing eyes in glowing features.
Bonnie didn’t bother knocking. Stripped to briefs, Brad was in his bathroom, rinsing away the last trace of shaving cream. She strode in, meeting his eyes in the wall-to-wall mirror. Hands going behind her neck, she worked the hook on her dress. His eyes flicked to the reflection of thrusting breasts. She turned, offering her back.
“Zipper, studdly.”
He obliged, saying uncertainly, “the twins? They can’t be asleep yet.”
Bonnie let the silk slither down, pooling at her feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra or bustier. She faced him, pleased that he was completely focused on her girls. At a glance, she saw the tent rising in his briefs and felt a little smug.