Morgan moaned, tossing her head as Cole stroked her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples. “Enjoy,” he murmured.
I pushed lightly, experimentally, against her rim. It resisted at first, but slowly, I was able to force myself in. As a reward, I nipped at her clit, tugging at the sensitive nub with my lips as I pushed a little further, burying myself up to my second knuckle.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Brothers, it feels wonderful,” she panted.
I chuckled deep in my chest, proud of my little girl. I wanted her ass, and my need was building, becoming desperate.
“Little sis,” I rasped. “Are you ready?” I asked, stirring my finger in her butt. It was dry and unbelievably tight, but the wetness of her cunt told me that she was more than prepped.
“Unnnh,” she cried, unable to answer. I shared a glance with my brother, and wordlessly, we flipped her over onto her hands and knees. I pushed gently on her lower back while Cole folded his jacket as a makeshift pillow under her head.
“Rest your cheek on that, little sis,” he said, stroking his cock. “Landon’s going to make sure it feels good,” he soothed.
She gave a little cry, partly in fear, party in anticipation, which only stoked my desire. I could feel the blood boiling in my cock, my ten incher a shaft of steel, ready to bury itself in her tiny body. Licking my palm, I wet myself before dragging my penis through her folds, lubing it up with a combo of saliva and pussy juice. Shifting into position, I pressed my glans against her brown pucker, a stream of pre-cum stark evidence of my arousal.
“Aah!” she squealed, as I made entry. Her muscles were tight, unbearably arousing as her ass gripped my shaft, and I could hardly stop myself from forcing my way into her right then and there. But I made myself go slow. Gently, I eased my hips forward, increasing the pressure in tiny increments until with an audible pop, her sphincter gave way and I was able to slide my dick into that dry, hot tunnel.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, holding myself still. The feeling of her rectum gripping my pole was like a vise around my dick, my fuckpole cushioned in an oven of pleasure.
“Aiee!” she squealed, her face contorted in pleasure and pain.
“Shhh,” murmured Cole, squeezing her breasts as he stroked his shaft. “Calm, little girl, calm,” he said.
But she couldn’t answer because I’d started moving. Oh so slowly, I began swinging my hips, pushing into that little butt, letting her rectum stroke me as my balls bounced off her wet pussy. I started slow but began picking up steam, banging that beautiful behind, losing myself in the tightness, rolling waves of lust coursing through my body.
“Mmmmphf!” Morgan screamed, this time her cry muffled on my brother’s dick. Because yeah, Cole had positioned himself at her head, tilting her chin open while feeding her his dick.
“That’s right, little girl,” he growled. “I love the feel of a girl’s tongue while she’s getting ass-pummeled,” he said nastily.
And the sight of our little sister, nude on her hands and knees, sucking my brother’s dick while I reamed her behind was overwhelming. The pressure in my balls grew, my cock expanding almost painfully, and with a mighty roar, I unleashed myself into her body, spraying her insides with hot, viscous sperm. Rope after rope of man milk shot into her rectum, coating her GI tract with my virility, my dick pumping uncontrollably.
Morgan convulsed too, her anus grabbing my dick, clenching so hard that I thought it would break off. I watched with wonder as her soft folds spasmed and twitched, her own climax a massive tidal wave, making her moan lustily around my brother’s cock.
There was so much sperm that it began running out of her hole, even with my pole plugged into her. I reached a hand down and smeared it into her pussy, massaging her lips, reaching down to tickle her clit through the throes of orgasm, heightening her pleasure and causing her to suck even harder on Cole’s shaft.
But Cole wasn’t ready to come yet. Even though I’d breached the virgin anally, he wanted his turn too. Pulling himself out, a long line of saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock, and he smiled nastily as he rubbed the wetness onto his shaft.
“We won’t need this as lube,” he grinned, as he took his place behind her. “My brother’s seed is more than enough,” he ground out, before pushing into Morgan’s ass in one thrust.
“Aieee!” she screamed, the second penis in her anus a complete surprise. I guess we should have taken it easier with our little sister, but Cole and I have some bad habits that we haven’t lost yet. Fuck. Must learn to treat little sister more gently.
But Cole was blind to the world, holding Morgan’s hips tight as he pummeled her butt.
“You like that?” he growled. “You like being butt-fucked, little sister?”
I was going to have to talk to my twin about being more gentlemanly with our precious charge.
But Morgan took it all in a stride.
“Unnh!” she cried out. “Yes! Butt fuck me! Butt fuck meeeee!”
Holy shit! Our little sister had truly been corrupted by us. I watched in wonder as Cole fucked her hard from behind, his thighs slapping loudly against his ass cheeks, his engorged member disappearing again and again into her tight anus. He was practically raping her, it was so rough and fast, but Morgan was going with it, moaning lustily as her breasts swung beneath her, her body shaking with the hard ride.
Unbelievably, her pussy and ass started spasming again, a second climax rolling over the little girl in waves.
“Aiee!” she cried loudly, her moans echoing in the silent forest. That set Cole off, and he came hard in her butt, his shaft visibly jerking as he let out pump after pump of semen.
“FUUUCK!” he roared, gripping her waist so hard that it was going to leave bruises. I reached underneath Morgan and squeezed her breasts, milking them forcefully as part of this wild threesome. Fuck, my dick was getting hard again, and I knew that once we got back to the hotel, I was going to need more.
But for now, our little sister had reached the heights of a new pleasure. As Cole pulled his dick from her ass, it gaped open, revealing a huge load of white inside, pulsing and steaming in her ass. When she tightened her abdomen, the cream rose slowly, like a great white force, and began streaming out of her anus, a trail dripping down her butt and thigh before forming a pool on the forest floor.
I watched as the soft soil soaked up our sperm, the mixed semen disappearing into the moist earth. As our little sister collapsed on her stomach, I stroked her back while pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder.
“Baby,” I whispered gently. “You’re the best Cole and I have ever had.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Morgan
The sex with my brothers has been amazing, but I’m still nervous. I mean, after the encounter with Dean Skelos, I was sure it would be all over. I was always jumpy, expecting policemen to knock on our hotel door any night, ready to lead Landon and Cole away.
But nothing happened, and night after night, we had peaceful dinners followed by great sex, seeing more and more colleges. Life just kept rolling along as if nothing had happened.
“But, what if?” I asked timorously.
“But what?” replied Cole patiently. “Nothing has happened little sis. Bowdoin is just going to pretend that they never saw the tape. Why would they? Gerald is probably a huge donor, and the most important thing to them is money.”
“But what about our meeting with the Dean?” she said. “If I apply, they’re going to tell Gerald.”
“Nah,” drawled Landon. “If you go to Bowdoin, Daddy’s going to donate even more money. You think they’re going to miss an opportunity to reach even deeper into a billionaire’s pockets? The best thing that can happen to them is if you matriculate. Trust me, little sis, you have nothing to fear.”
And so I was calmed somewhat. The truth was that of all the colleges we visited, Bowdoin was my favorite. The campus was beautiful, the studio art major exactly my thing, and the facilities were stunning, even if a few of the b
uildings bore Gerald’s name.
And my brothers had convinced me that nothing was going to happen. I’d never thought of schools as corporations, but the twins assured me this was the case. Non-profit institutions, sure, but they had to make a buck too, and private donors were a huge resource for small liberal arts colleges.
So we finished the college tour, and drove back home to Palingsworth. As we pulled into the driveway of the manor, I marveled at how much had changed. It was eerie. The house was the same, the lawns the same, but I was different. I’d been awakened to the world, courtesy of my steps, and everything seemed to be more vibrant, more colorful, as if I were seeing my surroundings with new eyes.
Cole turned to look at me with a knowing gaze.
“Everything’s different now that your cherry’s been popped, huh?” he said.
“Seriously, use nicer language around our sister,” admonished Landon with a frown.
I loved Landon for that, he was a gentleman, while Cole was a hundred percent pure rascal. But I didn’t mind. I was getting accustomed to their ways, their banter, and I loved being with my steps, their personalities a balance for one another, like light and dark, sweet and tart simultaneously. I couldn’t imagine life without them now.
“Morgan!” called a high-pitched female voice, my mom rushing out from the garage.
Oh shit, my mom was home. Why, after being gone for months at a time, did she have to be home now?
I quickly looked down at myself, as if making sure I still looked like a virgin. I knew I was being paranoid, but I just felt different, you know? Like I was a woman now.
“Hi Mom,” I said slowly, getting out of the car. “Where’s Gerald?”
“He’s inside,” she said, giving me a faint smile before turning to the twins. “Hi, I’m Linda, Morgan’s mom. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you moved in, but thanks for taking my daughter on the college tour.”
“Your father and I, we’ve been waiting for your return,” she continued with a bright, fake smile at all of us. “We need to talk.”
Oh shit. I gave a panicked glance to the twins behind my mom’s retreating back. This couldn’t be good. Slowly, the three of us walked inside to confront Gerald Kingsley.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Morgan
We walked into the living room of the manor, which was rarely used. The twins and I usually stayed in the West Wing, where the furniture was comfortable though luxurious. Here in the main house, things were different because the furniture was imposing and meant to intimidate.
Gerald Kingsley rose from an overstuffed couch, and I gasped. I’d never realized how much he looked like his sons. He had dark, windswept hair and penetrating blue eyes, even if he was heavyset in middle-age. Cole and Landon were spitting images of him, just thirty years younger.
“Cole, Landon,” he said stiffly. “Welcome. Thank you for accompanying Morgan on her college tour.”
Okay, so it seemed Gerald was a little more clued in than my mom about the twins’ college prospects. At least he knew that the twins had no interest in furthering their education, and had merely been my companions cum chaperones.
“Hey Gerald,” said Landon coldly. “So glad to see you. So glad you were there to comfort us after Violet died,” he added sarcastically. Violet was their mom, a stripper Gerald had had a fling with twenty years ago. After the twins were born, Gerald sent checks but never saw his boys, as if the money was a sufficient replacement for a relationship. Needless to say, Cole and Landon were bitter about their father, especially since Violet was an addict and completely neglectful parent.
But Gerald didn’t look ashamed. Instead, he poured himself some bourbon from a decanter, not bothering to offer us any anything. He took a sip, and I could tell this was a man used to getting his way. He was setting the pace, using the space and the silence to his advantage.
“So did you have a good tour?” he asked smoothly, skipping the small talk and ignoring Landon’s comment. Dang, this guy was cold. “I understand you visited RISD, Swarthmore, Bowdoin and a couple other schools right? Bowdoin was Morgan’s top choice before. Is it still, after your visit?”
I shot my brothers a glance, and decided to avoid answering directly.
“I thought the campus was beautiful,” I gushed, “And the studio art program is exactly what I’m looking for. I love sculpture, and they have an amazing facility, as well as the University Museum, where there’s …” my voice trailed off, faltering. Oh crap, the museum is where the University had caught my brothers and I on tape, engaged in heavy foreplay. How could I have forgotten?
“The Museum?” Gerald asked blandly. “Tell me more,” he continued.
“Well, they have some amazing art!” I rushed, trying to stick to the easy stuff. “Jeff Koons’ balloon dog exhibit is on display, and it’s an amazing piece of contemporary artwork, designed to make the viewer question the accoutrements of childhood,” I babbled.
Gerald looked amused.
“I see we have a budding art critic here,” he stated, with an eyebrow raised. “What else made an impression during your visit?”
My cheeks flushed, and I had the sinking sensation of falling into quicksand, but a slight shake of the head from Landon caused me to continue my story.
“I loved just about everything about Bowdoin,” I babbled, my cheeks flushing hotly. “We went to a diner on campus and it was so cute. I guess if there was anything that I didn’t like, it was they ran out of curly straws for my ice cream shake!” I finished lamely. God, I sounded like a little girl, but fibbing on the fly wasn’t my thing.
Gerald chuckled.
“Okay well a shortage of curly straws isn’t a big deal,” he said. “Boys, was there any particular thing that made an impression on you?” he said, eyebrows raised.
Landon and Cole shared a glance before answering.
“Naw,” said Landon smoothly. “Cole and I aren’t school types, they all looked the same to us.”
“Fine,” said Gerald. “Was there anything else you wanted to tell me?” he asked, a pregnant pause in the air. “We can always continue the conversation at dinner, if you like,” he said, a gleam in his eye. “You three look a little tired.”
I had an ominous feeling, but kept my mouth shut and shook my head no. Cole and Landon did the same.
“No Dad,” drawled Cole. “Let’s chat at dinner. We need to get cleaned up, we’re grimy from driving all day.”
“Alright, see you at eight,” said my stepdad. “Dress nice, Consuela is serving a five-course meal tonight.”
“Um … yeah, okay,” said the twins as we retreated to the West Wing. I felt shivery and scared, even as I looked at the broad, reassuring backs of my brothers.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cole
Dinner was a fucking joke. There was barely any conversation, other than Linda’s nervous chatter.
“Cole, Landon, I’m so glad you’re here,” she babbled. “I hope I’ll be able to use this time to get to know you better,” she said. “Gerald and I both want to get to know you better,” she amended.
Because it was true. Gerald Kingsley, billionaire and CEO, had no time for his biological sons. It’d driven Landon and me crazy for the longest time, especially when we found out about Linda and Morgan moving in. I mean, he’d ignored us for eighteen years, his own sons, to suddenly lavish money and time on some little girl whose mom he happened to fuck? What the fuck?
After Violet died, my brother and I had moved in with the intention of degrading Morgan, our new stepsister. There was nothing that would have made us happier than leaving her broken-hearted and pregnant by her twin stepbrothers. Yeah, that’s how depraved we were.
But things turned out different, you know what I mean? Life is crazy, throwing you on your head when you least expect it. Because Morgan turned out to be sweet, sassy and sensual, and my brother and I had both fallen for her. At least, I knew I had. My blockheaded twin can be stubbo
rn, but I knew he had a thing for our little sister too, based on the way he smiled at her when he thought no one was looking, the gentle look in his eyes when Morgan was around.
But our diabolical plan was fucked up now. We purposefully hadn’t used protection with the intent of getting our stepsis knocked up. Clearly, she’d abort the baby when she realized that we didn’t care about her, and hopefully it’d leave her broken and traumatized, a mess for Gerald to clean up. But now, the thought of Morgan pregnant with our baby made me nervous … and excited.
I cornered her in her bathroom after dinner, while Landon was at the gym.
“Cole,” she said, giving me a sweet smile. “Please! I’m trying to go to the bathroom,” she said, pushing ineffectively against my broad shoulders.
But I wasn’t going anywhere, centering my massive bulk in the little space. I pulled out a pregnancy test and held it out.
“Take this,” I said roughly. “Now.”
Morgan was silent for a moment, looking at the box almost uncomprehendingly.
“I’m not late, you know,” she said slowly. “At least, not yet.”
“I know,” I ground out. “But we’ve been fucking you non-stop for two weeks now, and you’re a fertile young girl. Our baby could be growing in you at this moment.”
“But,” she said, her cheeks coloring. “I thought that we’d be safe because it was my first time,” she said. “At least that’s what Landon told me.”
“Landon’s a liar,” I growled. “He tells women anything to get into their pants, but you’re probably the only woman we’ve ever screwed bareback,” I snapped.
“Sorry, little sis,” I said more gently, when I saw the stricken look on her face. “This is a game that you don’t even want to get involved with, and the less you know, the better.”
“A game?” she said, disbelieving, her hands rushing to her flushed face. “What game? What are you talking about?”
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