Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Somewhere through the haze of pleasure I realised the warm sensation running all over my right hand meant that Brendan had cum as well and briefly wondered if anything had made it to my body or face, I dimly hoped so.

  My second orgasm faded and I was able to concentrate on my surroundings again. The Canadian twins had abandoned their posts at my knees and were worshipfully sucking on Brendan and Jarrod’s erections, which didn’t seem to have been deflated at all. I absentmindedly reached out to each side and felt their breasts. They felt like they were just the same size as mine and I wondered if they reminded Brendan and Jarrod of me.

  I was absolutely exhausted from the intensity of my orgasms and was happy to just lay there and watch the action around me. Between my legs Spring was sprung, so to speak, and she moaned out her own orgasm while the weightlifter came inside her.

  The swimming twins gave enthusiastic blowjobs but appeared to have difficulty trying to deep throat. I thought that maybe the five of us might be able to find the time to have a bit more fun before we all went home and just maybe I’d be able to teach them a thing or two. I closed my eyes and basked in the glory that is the spirit of friendly international competition.

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  Twins Run in the Family 4

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  Ellie and twins Brendan and Jarrod track down Tommie Newton, who covertly filmed the 'Precious Metals Orgy' and is threatening to sell the footage for his own profit. Newton's willing wife provides an incredible opportunity for the ultimate revenge.

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  Pseudo-Incest, Twins, Stepbrother, Stepsister, Cuckold, Humiliation

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  I was never even sure if I wanted to be famous but I do know that I never wanted to be infamous. I’d won a gold medal at the last summer games, my twin step-brothers Brendan and Jarrod had both won silver medals in their events. We should have been heroes. Instead, due to the lax security at the ‘Precious Metals Orgy’, we were being hounded by the media and there was a public outcry about how we had shamed the nation. There was even talk of stripping us of our medals.

  Apparently some journalist had managed to gain access to the room in the games village where the orgy had taken place, along with a covert camera. For the time being he hadn’t released the full footage but various screenshots had been published and dozens of athletes from around the world had been clearly identified, myself and the twins included. Supposedly he was in negotiations with major internet pornography producer and distributor ‘Countdown to Fuck Ltd’ for exclusive rights but that was slow going due to all the legal objections.

  It was a humiliating end to what had been an otherwise perfect summer games for us. I could barely bring myself to show my face in public, Brendan and Jarrod were the same. To top it all off, our sponsorship contracts with the sportswear company were in jeopardy. Everything seemed to be falling apart all at once and I couldn’t see any way out of it, I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling alternating between furious anger and despair.

  My phone rang and I was so deep in my thoughts that I almost fell off the side of the bed, I was that startled. I didn’t feel like talking to anybody at that very moment but when I saw it was Brendan I decided to answer it.

  “Hey.”

  “Ellie?”

  “You called me… who else would be answering my phone?”

  “Yeah, sorry. What are you up to?”

  “Hiding, as usual. You?”

  “I’ve got some pretty good news, probably best if we talk in person. Are you free for the next few days?”

  “I can probably find a way if it’s important, where do you need me to go?”

  “I’ll text you over the address, try to be there tomorrow night. You’re going to love this.”

  “OK, I’ll try, see ya.”

  I hung up the phone with what I’m sure was a confused look on my face. What pot of gold could possibly be at the end of this shit coloured rainbow we were currently sliding down? A text message came through and I read the address, if I did a bit of driving that night and the next day I’d get there no problem. Time to throw on some bulky clothes, big sunglasses and a hat so I could safely sneak out the rear of my apartment complex.

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  I arrived at the suburban address and found Brendan and Jarrod already waiting for me, both wearing similarly amateurish disguises like myself. They nodded at me conspiratorially as I crossed the road as if they were big shot undercover agents or something. I rolled my eyes and smiled, though the eye-rolling would have been obscured by my sunglasses.

  “Hey Ellie, you’re going to love this.” Brendan said.

  “Yeah, you mentioned that. What exactly are we doing here?”

  “Any idea who lives here?” Jarrod asked.

  “No clue.”

  “Tommie Newton.”

  My blood boiled instantly and I felt a flush of heat burn my face. The journalist who infiltrated the Precious Metals Orgy lived here in this house partially hidden behind large trees only just beginning to be touched by the golden colours of autumn. I regained some semblance of control over myself.

  “Listen… I hate the guy as much as anybody but if you’re hiding Molotov cocktails under those stupid overcoats I think you should count me out and seriously reconsider.”

  “Ellie… please. You know we wouldn’t do something like that. This is going to be so much better.”

  “Well, what then?”

  Brendan launched into an explanation that brought a smile to my face of the sort that I’d been missing for too long. One of those smiles that reaches all the way to your eyes and puts a sparkle there. It turns out that Tommie Newton had a wife, Gabrielle, who had been shocked by the fact that her husband had recorded an orgy and was responsible for exposing so many people and causing so much pain and suffering. She had taken it on herself to personally visit as many of the athletes as she could and offer her own heart-felt apology.

  Of course an apology doesn’t do much in the greater scheme of things when her husband was still going full steam ahead with his campaign of milking the footage for all the controversy and money he possibly could. It was still a nice gesture though. When she tracked down and met Brendan something nobody was expecting happened.

  “We met in this quiet little café and had a talk over some coffee and cake. She’s from France originally and absolutely cute as a button, I’m fucked if I know how a sleaze like Newton got her to marry him.”

  Brendan went on to describe how Gabrielle had been to see many of the people affected by Tommie’s actions but happened across some disturbing information. It turns out that Tommie hadn’t just filmed the orgy, he had taken part in it too. I guess the temptation of all those naked and willing young athletes was too much for him and several women confirmed that he had interacted with them in some way. A woman scorned is such a dangerous thing that it’s a cliché and it turned out that Gabrielle was no different.

  Apparently Brendan had got the impression that Gabrielle was ‘checking him out’ and when they were finished with their little meeting he had decided to
test that theory. When they went to pay for their lunches he stood close behind her and took his opportunity when the owner of the café had to step into the back room for something. Slowly he pressed his body against her from behind and was grateful that instead of slapping his face she pushed her ass back against him.

  Before Brendan knew it they were parked up down a secluded street and fucking in the back seat of her car. By the time she had her third orgasm she had not even a shred of loyalty to Tommie Newton anymore and between them they hatched a plan to solve everybody’s problems. Everybody except Tommie Newton, his problems were just beginning.

  “Wow, you really think this is going to work?” I asked when Brendan finished.

  “Not sure, but I think we’ll have a damn good time trying anyway.”

  “When are we supposed to go in?”

  “Gabrielle is going to text me when she’s ready.”

  We spent the next hour or so walking up and down the street trying, probably unsuccessfully, not to look suspicious. My heart was pounding in my chest as if I’d just finished a long training run, the plan Brendan had laid out was daring to say the least. I’d had my first sexual contact with another woman during the orgy at the end of the summer games and if all went according to plan I’d have my second before the night was through. I wondered if Gabrielle was as sexy as Brendan had said.

  A beep emanated from Brendan’s pocket and he fished his phone out. He smiled as he read the text and then with a nod to each of us he gave the command.

  “OK, team, we’re on.”

  I sighed and shook my head as we turned back towards the Newton household, wondering if he’d had fake FBI badges made up for us too. Still, if this worked I would have to hand it to him as a fine tactical genius and field agent.

  We arrived at the front door and Jarrod rang the doorbell while we waited, all of us ready to bolt if the wrong person answered the door. After almost a minute the sound of the deadbolt being unlatched announced somebody on the other side and the door opened to a tall woman in a black silky dressing gown with long flowing hair spilling over her shoulders like dark syrup. Brendan was wrong though, she wasn’t ‘cute as a button’ she was sultry and mysterious. It was impossible to guess her age, she could have been in her early twenties with knowledge beyond her years burning behind her eyes, or she could have been late thirties with an ageless complexion.

  The question Brendan had asked earlier popped into my mind, how did a sleaze like Newton get her to marry him? It didn’t seem like an appropriate time to ask. Next a cheeky grin spread across her face and her ageless illusion was partially shattered. She had to be somewhere around our age, nobody over 30 is allowed to look that mischievous.

  “Uhhh, which is Brendan?” she asked and I noted the strong French accent.

  Brendan raised his hand and Gabrielle’s grin widened into a smile.

  “Gabrielle, this is my brother Jarrod, this is my step-sister Ellie.” Brendan gestured to each of us in turn.

  She nodded to Jarrod and then turned her attention to me, her gaze lingering. It couldn’t have been more than a moment but my face flushed under her scrutiny as if she was already seeing me naked. There was something almost otherworldly about her deep brown eyes and I was powerless to turn my face away. The blush spread to my chest and I felt my nipples harden at the same time, I realised I was eager to touch her as well as feel her hands all over me.

  “Jarod, Ellie, this is Gabrielle.”

  Jarrod said hello and I’m pretty sure I croaked something.

  “Come zis way.” she beckoned.

  We followed her into the house, closing the door behind us and ditching overcoats, as she led the way up a flight of stairs and opened the first door on the left. I stepped through into a large bedroom absolutely dominated by an almost comically huge bed. I thought it would have been adequate for a man with fourteen wives, let alone the two people who presumably normally shared it.

  Attached to the headboard via two pairs of handcuffs with fluffy pink padding on them was a man wearing nothing but a pair of women’s panties and pink rabbit ears on a headband. His face broke into a hopeful smile as he saw me follow Gabrielle into the room. Maybe he thought he was about to get a surprise threesome but the smile turned into an ‘O’ of surprise when Brendan and Jarrod entered.

  I suppose he didn’t know who I was at first, I had been naked and getting fucked the last time he saw me, but twins are harder to forget and he recognised Brendan and Jarrod instantly.

  “W-what are you doing here? Get out of my house! Gaby, call the police!”

  Brendan quickly grabbed Gabrielle from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her and effectively stopping her from going anywhere or doing anything, even if she hadn’t been in on the whole thing.

  “Listen, Tommie, we’re just here for the film. If you don’t want to see your wife used as a sperm depository you should hand it over.”

  The journalist’s face paled, then flushed red, then paled again as a range of thoughts and emotions must have rushed through his head.

  “OK, OK, top drawer, over there. It’s on a flash drive. Don’t worry Gaby, I won’t let them hurt you.”

  He nodded towards a tall set of drawers against one wall and the pink rabbit ears he was wearing wobbled, robbing his words of any nobility they may otherwise have had.

  Jarrod opened the drawer and rummaged through it until he picked up the small storage device, showing it to Tommie.

  “This one?”

  “Yes! Now get out of here!”

  Brendan wasn’t paying any attention to Tommie at all. Instead he kept one arm firmly around Gabrielle’s midsection, pulling her ass against his crotch, and slipped his other hand inside her dressing gown to cup her breast. She didn’t struggle in the slightest, if anything she squirmed her ass against what I’m sure was a hardening cock inside Brendan’s pants.

  “What are you doing!? You’ve got what you wanted, get out!”

  Tommie struggled against his restraints but the pink fluffy padding was obviously covering cold hard steel and the headboard was big and heavy, in proportion to the ludicrously massive bed. He wasn’t going anywhere. Gabrielle bit her lower lip, surely Tommie could see that she was practically massaging Brendan’s crotch with her ass. My god she was sexy, her eyes returned to me and once more I was lost in their brown depths. I could barely hear the words that were being spoken around me.

  “What do you say, Gabrielle, should we leave?” Brendan spoke softly into her ear and she raised her head up and slightly to the side towards him. Lifting her right hand over her head she placed it on the back of Brendan’s neck as if to pull him closer.

  “No. Use me like you said.”

  “What!” Tommie yelled in utter disbelief.

  “You heard her, Tommie, I think she wants to have some fun.”

  “Gaby, you don’t understand what they mean…”

  As if to prove that she did indeed know what it meant to be used as a sperm depository she took Brendan’s hand from around her waist and led him to the bed, pushing him down so he was on his back. Thanks to the gargantuan size of the bed they were well out of kicking distance of Tommie, though he did try at first before feebly straining at the handcuffs without effect. Brendan pulled his shirt off over his head revealing one of the muscular torsos that had been sending tingling sensations all over my body for almost six years. Gabrielle licked her lips in appreciation and, as it turned out, in preparation too.

  Gabrielle and Brendan worked together to remove his pants before she flung them at Tommie and then, on her knees, she pulled his boxers down. Brendan’s thick and hard erection was pulled downwards with his underwear and when the head cleared the material it sprang back up, striking Gabrielle in the chin with a meaty slapping sound, easily heard above Tommie’s protests. Gabrielle moaned and asked if she could have it all.

  “Oh fuck yeah.” Brendan breathed as he swung his legs up on the bed.

  Gabrielle climbed up on top o
f Brendan in a sixty-nine position, the hem of her silky dressing gown riding up her legs as they parted revealing the vast majority of their smooth and well-tanned length. Tommie was shaking his head with vigour as if trying to dislodge the rabbit ears but the headband held firm and the ears merely wobbled humorously. Gabrielle leaned forward as if to closely inspect Brendan’s cock and licked the entire length from tip to balls with her tongue. It twitched once and then she grabbed it with one hand to point it more conveniently at her face and enveloped the head with her full pouty lips. Tommie, for the first time, was ‘treated’ to the sight of his wife sucking off another man and was cursing like a sailor.

  Ignoring her husband as if he didn’t even exist Gabrielle turned her warm brown eyes back to me and fixed me with a lusty stare as she began to bob her head up and down on Brendan’s thickness. Again I was mesmerised, the weak protests of Tommie were drowned out and it was almost like only her and I were in the room, along with a stunt cock she was sucking. I would have hardly noticed when Jarrod slipped his hand down the front of my pants and into my panties, delicately stroking my labia, except for imagining it was Gabrielle pleasuring me. Every time she removed Brendan’s dick from her mouth to kiss and lick it I imagined her tongue between my legs and she never took her eyes off mine, watching me with Jarrod.

  My juices began flowing, coating Jarrod’s fingers in my slippery honey, and he transferred the slickness gently over my clit sending a spark of intense pleasure shooting into my body. I pushed my pants down to mid-thigh, giving Jarrod unrestricted access to my sex then unfastened and unzipped his jeans behind my back so they could fall to his ankles. I tugged his boxers down so I could get a firm grip on his cock as we both watched the action on the bed. As always I marvelled at how my fingers and thumb only were only just able to touch when I held either of the twins engorged erections around the shaft.