DOUBLE DONKEY:
A Twin Stepbrother Sports Romance
(Erotic Romance, PI, Massive Size, MFM Menage)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
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A SNEAK PEEK
Without any warning, I plunged my face between those hilltops, letting pure instinct drive me, my tongue tracing that beautiful crevice, savoring the musty essence of female animal.
And I straightened immediately, my knees shaking, my dick still trembling with arousal, pulsating even harder, my sperm about to jet … because it was my stepsister Karlie. I’d recognize the taste and smell of her anywhere.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Twin Stepbrother Celebrity
Related Books
CHAPTER ONE
Karlie
Home base had never looked so far away.
But we weren’t playing softball. We were part of the school district’s new physical fitness mandate and were being forced to run laps.
Not one lap.
Not two laps, or even five.
TEN FRIGGIN’ LAPS. Three miles of putting one foot in front of another, again and again, the rhythm monotonous.
I thought I was going to die.
“Come on Karlie, you can do it!” huffed my friend Jenny next to me.
Jenny’s no better off because we’re both round girls with a few extra pounds. But Jenny’s better at this, she has strong legs at least. Me? I’m all big boobs, wide hips, and a jouncing ass. And these so-called assets definitely weren’t helping as we labored on the dirt path, dust picking up from the scuff of sneakers.
“Wheeeee!” shrieked the whistle of Coach Jane. “Speed it up ladies, we want to finish before the end of the year.”
Talk about insulting. Wasn’t staff supposed to go through sensitivity training or something like that? But I couldn’t focus on the comment because I was in so much pain. Sharp shooting sensations were making me double over, it hurt so bad. Plus, my lungs were positively screaming from lack of oxygen.
To make things worse, the men’s football team came out for warm-ups and I noticed with a sinking heart that my stepbrothers were among them, their deep, confident laughter audible even across the field.
Of course they were here. Colton and Cain were MVP football players at Xavier Middlebury, big men on campus, stars on the field and off. Just the other day, I’d been reminded how different we were, Colton and Cain as kings of the cool kids whereas I was a nerd, the invisible girl no one paid any attention to.
My brothers had been holding court at lunch as usual, a group of good-looking kids surrounding them, the guys in letter jackets, the girls in fancy designer clothes.
“Hey Colt,” cooed Cindy, a Barbie lookalike with platinum hair. “What’s your plan for tonight?”
Colt had shrugged.
“Maybe we’ll grab something to eat after practice,” he said. “Didn’t a new burger place open next the mall? Could be worth checking out.”
My heart sank as I heard that. I’d been scheduled to tutor my brothers after dinner that day, to help them with their essays for English. But I guess they weren’t interested in hanging out with me when they could be meeting up with friends and socializing.
So I was surprised that night when the door banged loudly, announcing the arrival of my steps.
“Hey, I thought you guys were going out,” I called from the kitchen, confusion tingeing my voice. I’d made some spaghetti and was just finishing up the sauce. We have a cook but I like to do it myself sometimes, it feels more authentic like I’m in touch with the food.
“Naw,” said Cain, clunking a huge bag of sports equipment onto the floor. “We thought we’d come home. We missed you, little sis,” he tossed off.
“You did?” I said, hardly believing my ears. Usually they barely paid attention to me, I was surprised that they were even in the kitchen making conversation.
But the real reason came soon. Colt grabbed a plate and began heaping it with noodles, the steam rising to the ceiling.
“Yeah, nothing like a home-cooked meal,” he grunted. “Damn, I’m hungry.”
My heart sank. Of course. Colt and Cain had huge appetites from all the sports they did and I was nothing more than a fly on the wall, cooking, cleaning, even tutoring, come to think of it.
I slunk up to my room, a plate of pasta in my hand. Colton and Cain had basically ignored me once their bellies were filled with food, settling on the couch with ESPN on. I could hear them from upstairs, “Go Cowboys, get em!” “Goddammit ref, you suck!”
I wasn’t surprised when the doorbell rang some fifteen minutes later and the downstairs was filled with voices. We lived in our own wing of the mansion, so of course Colton and Cain were having friends over on a weeknight. They never stopped to follow rules, rules were for sissies.
Especially when it came to girls. They weren’t supposed to invite girls over, but I could definitely hear female voices. There was the unmistakable clinking of glasses, then tinkling high-pitched laughter mixed in with my brothers’ deep growls. What the?
But determinedly, I got to work. I wasn’t exactly pretty, so I was going to have to depend on my brains and personality to get ahead. Putting earplugs in, I turned on my desk lamp and flipped open a copy of Moby Dick. Hot sailors who took on the wild seas, that’s what would keep my mind off what was going on downstairs … I hoped.
CHAPTER TWO
Karlie
I was startled from a deep sleep by the sound of rhythmic thunking followed by grunts and moans. What the? I sat up in bed, shaking my head confusedly. What the hell was going on? Were we being burgled?
But the answer came soon. A long, feminine moan rang clearly through the darkness, followed by harsh panting and slapping sounds.
“Oh god, Colt, right there, yeah!” cried a girl’s breathy voice.
My mouth hung open. Was it? Could it be? But the answer was clear as rhythmic slapping sounds started up again, it could only be flesh hitting flesh as my brother banged some floozy next door.
What the? My steps weren’t supposed to have girls over and now Colt, at least, was flagrantly disregarding the rules, doing some girl hard with the volume on max.
I was mad at being woken up but also disturbingly titillated. Even if it was against the rules, the breathy moaning and panting made what was happening sound good … and it must have felt amazing.
Slowly pulling the covers aside, I tiptoed to my door and let myself into the hallway, padding quietly over to the twins’ room. Who knew where Cain was? He’d probably been banished so that his twin could get his game on, ream some girl silly in their room.
But suddenly, a second masculine voice joined the sound effects and I could hear two men grunting, going at the woman in tandem.
“Yeah fuck her,” said one.
> “Her puss is so tight,” ground the other. “How’s her mouth?”
I gasped, clapping a hand over my excited cry. Holy shit, were both of my brothers drilling the same girl? Could it be? As quietly as I could, I pushed open the door to their bedroom.
And the sight made my pussy run immediately, gushing its special juice. A woman lay on their bed, her face obscured by my brother’s dick. Because she was sucking it, her throat furiously moving up and down as that massive shaft got a lube.
And Cain, he was at her other end between her legs, drumming her cunny hard, his hips moving like an automaton, a gorgeous sheen of sweat covering his pecs and abs.
“Umph, umph,” he grunted, pushing her legs up so that her feet stuck in the air in a vee, giving him more leverage. “Fuck, this pussy is tight.”
“Umph, her mouth is tight too,” said Colt, pushing hard between the girl’s lips so that she choked. “Oh shit, too much,” he said, pulling out, the girl choking and gagging as the rod withdrew.
And then it was my turn to gasp because for the first time, I saw my brother’s cock bare, its full length exposed and meaty. He was fifteen inches, and that’s an underestimate. It just seemed to go on and on as he pulled out of her mouth, inch after inch after inch appearing like a snake that wouldn’t stop, its shiny length veiny and pulsating with power.
I literally lost my balance and had to catch myself on the door frame, steadying myself from the shock. Holy shit! That girl was a champ … and I envied her a little, my hand going down to my panties and stroking a bit. What would it feel like to have that dick in my mouth? Would I be able to take it?
But the surprises weren’t over. With a mighty roar, Cain came, his hips shooting forward and giving her one final drill, punching into that little vag with a hard ream, his face and chest clenched in a mask of agony.
But his control was amazing because he pulled out on the next stroke, great gusts of sperm shooting over her boobs and stomach, coating the girl in a filmy white, the sticky cum the best type of bath.
And I really lost my balance this time, landing hard on the floor with a thunk. Because Cain too, had an equally big donkey dong, another fifteen inches of pure masculine pleasure, made for pounding women until they passed out.
I could hardly believe it. My steps were massively endowed … and I’d never get a chance to taste for myself.
Instead, I pretended. Not even bothering to get up, I thrust my fingers between my legs and began stroking. Oh god … oh god. I pictured myself as the girl, a massive cock in my mouth, another in my puss, being drilled on both ends.
I’d stretch and then stretch some more, making room for thirty inches, enjoying the pure penis power, taking it deep both sides.
And without further ado, I came hard on my fingers, my little twat spasming, clenching down on my fingers, seizing in pulsations of pleasure. I could feel shocks start from my clit and shoot outwards, ending in the tips of my fingers and toes, making me deliciously electrified, my breath coming hard.
As I came to, I realized where I was. Sprawled on the floor outside my brothers’ bedroom as the banging continued inside. It was insane … and deliciously dirty.
They hadn’t noticed me at all, they were so into in their threesome that my gasps and pants outside hadn’t penetrated the sex fog. I could see now that they had the girl bent over their desk as they inspected her pussy, her back lips pulled wide, the pink flesh pulsing and juicy, cream running down her thigh.
“She looks appetizing, doesn’t she?” remarked Cain. His dick was already at full mast again, like he hadn’t come just five minutes ago.
“Oh yeah, brother,” grunted Colt. “And I’m going to pound her hard,” he said, one hand fingering her folds, slowly pushing a finger in as the girl squealed again.
And I couldn’t do anything but watch. I lay on the floor, barely breathing, my hands between my legs as my steps drilled the girl over and over again … wishing it were me.
CHAPTER THREE
Colt
Karlie’s a funny one. She’s curvy and cute, with no idea of how tempting she looks.
I remember the first time we saw her. My dad had asked us to come straight home after school.
“Shit,” said Cain. “What does that guy want now?”
“Who knows?” I shrugged dismissively. “We have practice anyways.”
I was referring to the Saratoga Eagles football team. Cain and I are star players, I’m quarterback and Cain is our best receiver. It’s fucking awesome to be us on a Friday night.
But later that evening, a surprise met us as soon as we opened the door.
“Colt, Cain,” called my dad from the drawing room. “Over here.”
Now before you say “WTF is a drawing room,” let me explain. Jerry left our mom when we were kids, leaving her to raise us by herself, and it was rough. One day he went off to work, business as usual … and he didn’t come home. Not that night, not the night after, and not for fifteen years.
But he rolled into town a couple months ago, CEO of some conglomerate. Turns out his company was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by some huge behemoth with Jerry as its head. He’s rich as Midas now, with a giant ego to boot, always trying to show off or show someone up.
So yeah, Jerry’s got billions and he bought an estate when he sailed back into town. Waverly is huge with ten bedrooms and ten baths, which is a little extravagant. After all, who needs ten bathrooms? It’s just the three of us in the house … if you don’t count the twenty people on staff.
“Hey hey hey!” boomed Jerry’s voice upon seeing us in the doorway. “Come in boys!”
I hated when he acted jovial, it was so fake. But we dropped our heavy equipment bags with thumps, uncaring where they landed. I hope they scuffed the wood floors, tore up his fancy carpets.
There was a woman with him, thin and blonde, with an adoring smile directed at my dad.
“Boys, let me introduce you,” he said. “This is Karla, my fiancée.”
Cain and I looked at each other. WTF? Who was this chick?
But it was true. The woman held out her hand to us, her dainty wrist limp, the nails long and red, a giant diamond on her finger.
“Hello Colt, hello Cain,” she said, her voice dripping like honey. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard sooo much about you.”
My brother and I shared a glance, puzzled.
“Oh yeah?” drawled Cain, “Where from?”
I nodded. Where from indeed?
Karla giggled, shooting my dad a cheeky glance.
“From work of course! I am … I mean, I was your dad’s secretary. I’ve been working for Jerry for six months and baby, it was so good, so smooth, we just had to make it permanent, didn’t we?”
My stomach dropped, I literally felt sick seeing this. This was disgusting, my dad was a lech, banging his secretary. Was she pregnant? Was that why Jerry was putting a ring on it?
But even worse, it brought back memories because this how Cain and I came into existence. Once upon a time, our mom Barbara had been Jerry’s assistant, when he had no money and she was practically working for free. And look how that had turned out.
So I was fucking pissed, about to stalk out, ignore the couple completely when another woman stepped out of the shadows from behind the simpering pair. She’d been standing to the right, so still, so silent, that Cain and I hadn’t noticed her, her big eyes watchful, her expression somber.
“Oh right,” laughed Jerry, “how could I forget? This is Karla’s daughter Karlie, your new stepsister.”
Was this some joke? Karla and Karlie? Really? Were we being pranked?
But the girl was completely different from her mom. Curvy with auburn hair, she had giant Double D’s and a luscious ass, shown off in a purple cocktail dress. Damn but she looked good in that outfit, creamy thighs peeking out beneath the hem, long legs that glimmered, and wow, that ass. Kind of like dessert, ready to be eaten by a male animal
... or two male animals in this case.
But Karlie wasn’t shaken by our stares. She looked back at us like she knew us already, her brown eyes luminous, observing everything.
“Hi,” she said quietly. “I’m starting at XM tomorrow, senior transfer.”
“Oh yeah?” I drawled. “That’s harsh, coming in the middle of senior year.”
“Yeah, you couldn’t stay at your old school for the last six months?” added Cain, looking at Karla.
But our new stepmom brushed it off with a wave of her hand.
“Oh, Jerry and I are so eager to get married, it doesn’t matter does it Karlie?” she said. “Your old friends are just an hour away, you can still see them.”
Karlie didn’t answer, instead gazing out the window with a faraway look in her eyes. Damn, she was beautiful. The flush on her cheek was hot, and the way her chin was set told me something. Yeah, Karla had probably forced her daughter to transfer, she was so eager to get her paws on Jerry’s money.
“No worries,” said my brother smoothly, “You’ll like it here. You doing any extracurriculars?”
And the little girl looked at him swiftly, turning thoughtful, intelligent eyes to my twin.
“I’m into photography,” she said slowly. “I’m hoping to join the yearbook staff, maybe get to know some folks by doing shoots.”
That was interesting, but before we could comment my dad interrupted.
“Will you be covering the sports section?” boomed Jerry. “Because Colt and Cain are hotshots on the football team, you’re going to need a fast shutter to catch them in action,” he hee-hawed, chuckling at his own joke.
Karla giggled like a groupie, and I tried not to grimace. It was painful to see the blonde kissing his ass, practically fondling his balls with those long, red talons.
But my brother kept going.
“Who are your favorite photographers?” he asked casually.
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