Conceiving the Twins

He'd been assigned to security detail the Ambassador's staff as after a long time abroad she'd just settled back in Washington DC. It was one of his first assignments so he was still more than eager to please so he'd agreed to clandestinely spy on the Ambassador's 'wild' daughter to keep her out of trouble.

She was eighteen and determined to have fun. Why did her mother always want to straightjacket her into being one of those stupid 'respectable' debutantes that only thought about having rich powerful husbands? Boring! Her mother was a self-made woman. Why couldn't she be? It wasn't like she wanted to do anything stupid. All she wanted was a bit of fun and to live before she went to Yale.

She knew she couldn't leave the house by the front door as her mother and those agents would try and stop her. She thought they were meant to be security detailing her mother's staff so why did they feel like her bloody bodyguards. Damn the youngest was always watching her. She'd tried to flirt it off but nothing would break that stiff exterior. It made her sick how he always looked at her mother for approval. Why didn't they just get a room?

She swung a towel over her shoulder and headed out to the swimming pool. When she got to the pool she dressed again and slipped out over the fence. When she looked back the youngest agent was there looking back at her with his arms crossed.

She patted his cheek saying, "Be a good boy and don't tell my mother," then ran off laughing. He looked after her in shock then secretly left for his car and followed hers. Her father had bought her the car on her eighteenth birthday and encouraged her to rebel her mother and live life. Their opposite views were one of the reasons they broke up.

He followed her to a club in town with thumping music and though he felt guilty about it flashed his FBI badge to get inside. He surveyed the club to find the Ambassador's daughter and found her talking with a couple of friends in a corner and hydrating with a young blonde man.

He took a deep breath and went over to them. Emily rolled her eyes when she saw him. Oh great, she knew he'd follow her. Here was mother's number two to take her home. God, she was eighteen for Christ's sake! He and her mother felt like she was some bloody naughty kid. She just wanted to slap him but noticed the gun round his waist but then he couldn't shoot her his life would be over. She was the Ambassador's daughter.

She went up to him and pulled out his tie starting to play with it then gently led him to the toilet. Sensing what was going on here he swung her over his shoulder and took her out to his car ensuring that someone would pick up hers.

When they got back there he made sure his colleagues allowed him to slip back in with her quietly. When he put her down she dragged him to her bedroom. He looked a little frightened but he couldn't deny she was beautiful. It even looked like she didn't find him bad-looking either.

When she got him to her bedroom she draped his tie off having undone it on the way here. She locked her bedroom door and started giving him a striptease. She smiled when he saw his erection and stroked it driving him wild. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

She started undressing him and soon he couldn't take it anymore so he thrust himself into her while they fell onto the bed. They started thrusting their bodies against each other while they sighed and groaned in sexual ecstasy. They had no idea back then it would result in twins.