“Thank you,” I said slowly. “That means a lot to me.” I gave them a shy smile, a little tremulous.
“And now Karlie,” said Colt with a wink. “About feeling included.”
“We know how to fix that,” said Cain smoothly, getting up, his big body unfolding until his head almost touched the ceiling. “Be back in a sec.”
And in a flash, he was back with a tripod in hand and a big black case.
“Photography?” I asked, astounded. Were we really going to debate the pros and cons of equipment right now, after sharing my secrets?
But Colt and Cain could read my mind.
“Sure we’re going to talk cameras, in the best way possible,” said Cain with a wolfish grin, unpacking the case, flipping it open to reveal the latest Canon EOS Digital Rebel, a camera that I’d been dying for, ogling from afar.
“Is that?” I gasped.
“Oh yeah,” said Colt, “and we’re going use it.”
Because my brothers were setting it up in the corner of the room, pointing it directly at my bed.
“Umm,” I said slowly. “Is this really what I think it’s going to be?”
“Why?” teased Colt, “what are you thinking?”
“Well,” I choked, “I know you guys were at the blue light but you didn’t come,” I said. “Is that what you want?”
“It is,” confirmed my brother, his eyes suddenly serious. “We’re just finishing what we started,” he said smoothly. “It’s been on my mind non-stop,” he said, his eyes gleaming, his body hard, the air suddenly shot with electricity. “I haven’t been able to sleep.”
“At all,” added his twin.
And like that, the men were on me. And reader, it was glorious, I’d seen it so many times, the unrestrained masculine power, and finally I was a full participant, no masks, no hiding, no nothing. I was thrown this way and that, my limbs rearranged, crossed, panting, hungry, a cum receptacle to the max, doing it like each time was the last.
Because I loved it. I loved every second of fucking, the giant dongs always in my field of vision and I couldn’t believe my luck that there were two.
“More brothers,” I panted after our first session. I lay on the bed face-down, spreadeagle, my cunny pummeled and sore but oh so delicious. “Give me more,” I breathed.
And my steps shared a smile before pouncing, shooting their jism in and on me, making me come over and over again, the donkeys relentless. I’d never felt so filled … and wanted by two gorgeous men.
CHAPTER TEN
Colt
What can I say? Life turns out different from what you expect. Yeah, my brother and I have uncontrollable libidos but if you’d told us that we’d be with our stepsister each night, touching every inch of her skin, running our hands down those smooth legs before taking her to ecstasy, stroking those curves, each crevice moist and damp, we wouldn’t have believed you.
Karlie’s gorgeous, hands down, and it was stunning that she felt left out. Left out of what? We’d watched her closely, although she didn’t realize it. The brown bouncing curls, the way she smiled at everyone, these were things that we loved. In fact, we’d sworn to stay away from her because she was so sweet, so innocent.
But clearly, we’d been clueless, ridiculously out of touch. Not only had she been dancing at the Donkey, but she’d been watching us all along, looking into our bedroom, wishing it was her as we took girl after girl after girl. Who knew?
Anyways, that’s all in the past. Karlie sleeps with us now, in our big bed, her sweet form nude and smooth between our bodies. And let me tell you, sex is the ultimate rejuvenation, nothing helps you focus the next day like a giant blow-out, losing sperm does wonders for clearing the mind.
So the secret smile that she threw us as she stepped into the chapel was to be expected. After all, we’d just drilled her that morning, over her protesting gasps.
“Colt! Cain!” she’d laughed, as we reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it up. “No, stop! We have to be there in fifteen.”
My brother and I completely ignored her protests, intent on the prize.
“I’ll drive fast,” promised Cain, “this will only take a sec.”
“Only a sec?” asked Karlie breathily, her boobs already heaving. “If I recall, shooting takes at least five minutes.”
She was referring to Cain’s massive eruption the night before, that guy must have pumped liters into her body, his dick trembling and spasming for what seemed like forever.
But we weren’t taking no for an answer.
“Less than a second then,” I grunted.
And just like that, she was bent over, the dress flipped up over her ass, her panties pulled to the side as my brother and I stroked her twat, the folds slick and wet already, pink and dripping.
“Oh brothers,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her body relaxing, legs spreading imperceptibly. And like that, we were in her, me from the back, her little cunny lifted with each hard thrust, struggling to accommodate while Cain reamed her from the front, tilting her chin down to accept his pole in her mouth.
“Ummph!” she squealed with each pummel, “Umph! Umph! Umph!”
And it’s like that all the time now, our little doll giving it up, giving back to us, letting us play her body like the finest instrument. And we’ve never had better, those tempting curves irresistible, even minutes before our parents’ civil ceremony.
I could feel my body hardening as I watched her walk down the aisle towards us, her curves in a pink lace cocktail dress, the material hugging those boobies, her rack luscious, her ass juicy. But this wasn’t exactly the place. Because yeah, Karla and Jerry are finally tying the knot, Jerry’s making an honest woman out of the blonde.
They’re not exactly the most involved parents, shall we say. Karlie bangs us every night and it’s not exactly like we’re holding back sound-wise. Sometimes we don’t even lock the door, it’s unnecessary because Karla and Jerry are in their own X-rated haze.
It’s disgusting thinking about our parents get it on, but they always retreat to their wing of the house after dinner, hands all over each other, Karla cooing in Jerry’s ear.
And only once had Karlie brought up the taboo nature of our relationship.
“Colt, Cain,” she began tentatively. We were sitting on the living room couch, watching some sports before activities for the night started, and I guess Karlie wanted to catch us before the sex took off.
“Mmmm?” I rumbled casually. I reached over and patted her butt, the part that was closest to me on the couch. Yeah, tight and totally squeezable, exactly what we liked.
“Do you think this is okay?” she asked, serious, her eyes wide.
“What?” rumbled Cain, still watching the screen. Patriots were on and we never missed a game, we were honing our skills for the NFL and might as well scope out the opposition earlier rather than later.
“You know, this,” she said quietly, looking down at her lap. I could see why. We had our hands on her knees, my big palm slowly moving up one luscious thigh as Cain absentmindedly stroked her kneecap. Not exactly the stuff of siblings.
“I’m not sure, why?” asked my brother casually.
“Well, it’s just that our parents are getting married so we’re technically related,” she choked out. “Do you think we’re breaking the law or something?”
I’d thought about it some and decided to come clean.
“Karlie,” I began, “I think what we’re doing is fine. You’re not a minor, we’re not minors, and we’re all consenting.”
“But it’s not just that,” she said slowly. “You know it’s not just that.”
Of course not, it never was.
But Cain spoke up here.
“We’re not really related,” he rumbled, his eyes searing as they trailed her body. “We only met two months ago at that dinner. Which was the best dinner of my life, by the way.”
“But do you think this, I mean us, could impact your career?” asked Karlie plaintively.
Oh right, we’d shared with her our plans to play football in college, make our mark for a year or two, and then register for the draft as first round picks, god willing.
That made us chuckle.
“Honey if you know anything about football, it’s that they’ll turn a blind eye to any type of shenanigans so long as it’s legal,” laughed Cain. “Gambling, divorces, dog-fighting, all that gets by so long as you play well.”
“But has there ever been incest in the NFL?” pushed Karlie, her eyes pleading with us.
That made us grow quiet, using the “I” word.
“Honey, this isn’t incest, not technically,” I stated, this time more forcefully. “We’re not related, we don’t have the same DNA or anything like that.”
And Karlie was silent then, thinking things over.
“I just don’t want to be a millstone around your necks,” she said quietly, her hands in her lap. “I don’t want to hold you back, be a liability when all eyes should be on football.”
“You won’t, you aren’t,” I assured her, my heart in my throat. Cain growled in agreement, reaching for the zip of her dress, our attention completely focused on our girl now.
Because she was it for us, we loved the fact that she considered our priorities, our interests, where we were going in life and how she impacted that. She was someone special and my brother and I made sure she knew it in the best way possible.
And you know what? It’s been like this for a couple months now, the three of us building our bond day by day, emotionally and physically. The physical is awesome, but it’s even more mind-blowing to realize that our girl deserves the best from us, that we want more than just a drive-by.
So now the big day had come. Our parents were making it legal, we were going to be siblings to our best girl. No matter. I was already over it, and I knew my twin didn’t care at all, so long as Karlie was happy and content.
Plus, Jerry and Karla, against all expectations, were having a civil ceremony instead of a big shindig, so my brother and I stood shoulder to shoulder with my dad at City Hall.
Jerry gasped when the doors opened, causing our hackles to go up involuntarily, protecting our girl, what was ours, no one else could look. Because Karlie was gorgeous, dressed in a pink frothy gown, her long legs sheathed in nude heels, a smile wreathing her lips. What the fuck, other dudes looking at our property were asking for trouble.
And yeah, that extended to our dad too until we realized he was actually looking at Karla in her white dress. Yeah, I guess the mom looked okay for someone forty or so, but she was nothing compared to her daughter.
And after the ceremony, we went out to brunch.
“I’ve made your mother an honest woman, what do you think about that?” crowed Jerry, his arm slung over his new wife’s shoulders.
“Um, great work, Mr. McKesson,” said Karlie, smiling at him.
I loved that. Even two weeks ago, she would have been shy with my bombastic father, not sure how to respond, but now she sat between my brother and I at the table, confident, beautiful, a vision in that pink dress.
“Call me Dad,” said Jerry, “I insist.”
“Okay Dad,” she said sweetly, her hand on our knees under the table. “And should I call Colt and Cain ‘Brothers’?” she continued, squeezing us under the table.
Cain visibly jerked, his face expressionless even as hot streaks stained his cheekbones.
“Call us anything you like sister,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. And she shot him the sweetest smile, although I knew she was going to get it later tonight … probably up the backside, given the look on Cain’s face.
But it was all good.
“What do you have planned for today?” boomed my dad, leaning back in his chair, his stomach full, his appetite satisfied, king of his kingdom. “Practice? How’s that looking?”
“Yeah, we have practice,” I rumbled, “and we’re also meeting with the NCAA later.”
“Oh really, what’s that about?” asked my dad. “Do they want to do some pre-season recruiting, talk to hot prospects about the system, the procedure?”
Jerry was referring to the NCAA’s orientation for promising high school players. You see, picking a college team is complicated, we’d already had a couple recruiters come by the house, gone to a few dinners with coaches, even visited some schools where prospective teammates showed us around. College was going to be a blast, some of the students had even taken us to the strip club in their local towns, nothing like the Donkey of course, but still.
So the NCAA greases the way by setting up a mini-orientation for high school standouts. My brother and I were scheduled for a meeting later today, probably just some BS about how there are no wrong choices, every team is a winner, more feel-good banter.
“I’m so excited for you,” breathed Karla, “and for Karlie too. Where are you thinking of going for college next year, honey?”
That drew an awkward pause because we want Karlie to come wherever we matriculate, we want to continue the way we’re going, keeping our sister safe with us, in our lives, in our bed.
But Karlie couldn’t exactly say that.
“Well I’ve been considering State,” she said, “You know they have a great photography program.”
“What?” asked Karla confused, her brow wrinkling. “Honey, you’ve always wanted to go to Berklee or Tisch, they have the best arts programs. There’s no reason not to go honey,” she said, her voice lowering. “Jerry has offered to pay your way.”
That was true. My dad was going to spend some of his millions on his stepdaughter’s college tuition. But Berklee and Tisch were no-gos for us, they didn’t even have football teams, they were little liberal arts schools where everyone wore painter’s smocks and talked about politics.
“Jerry, I appreciate it,” Karlie said graciously, “but I’ve had a change of heart lately. I think State or maybe even Ravenswood would be good.” Ravenswood Junior College was a feeder to State, that way Karlie could stay close by in case she didn’t get into State.
“Honey, you can’t!” gasped Karla. “A community college? What happened to working for National Geographic one day? Or the New York Times? Or even as a freelance photographer?”
“Mom,” said Karlie slowly. “I just don’t know right now, okay? I mean, I still want to be a photographer, but it doesn’t have to be the center of my life. Besides, a college degree isn’t important if you want to take pictures for a living.”
“But, but,” stuttered Karla. “I always thought you wanted to get an arts degree, honey I was so proud of you.”
“Mom, you’ll still be proud of me,” said Karlie softly. “I just have other priorities now, okay?”
“But what?” pleaded Karla. “What could be more important than following your dreams?”
And that was the sticking point. Because Karlie was following her dreams, her dreams just lay with us now, Cain and I were her priorities, more than any camera, any world travel. And we’d make sure our little girl was taken care of, that we’d do right by her.
“It’s tough to explain Mom,” said Karlie patiently. “But trust me, this is right for me, okay? I’m applying to State, we’ll see what happens,” she smiled.
And I reached for her thigh under the table, giving that luscious flesh an appreciative squeeze. State was our first choice, they had an amazing football program, a new stadium, strong boosters, all the stuff that goes into a winning season. And if we could bring our girl with us, move her into our apartment, live with her during the weekday while winning games on weekends… well life just didn’t get any sweeter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cain
Damn, this NCAA shit was boring. Colt and I already know where we want to go, State’s the place for us and we’re practically admitted already. The head coach has already come by our house three times, they’ve talked with Dad, the school’s already hosted us for pre-admit weekend, all that kind of stuff. So I figured the meeting with the NCAA was just a formal
ity, more talk about rules, regulations, things we already knew.
But it was odd. When we showed up, we were guided to a private conference room and the commissioner was there. Really? Commissioner Dean, the man himself, was sitting inside, another dude by his side, ready to take notes.
But whatever. This was going to be cakewalk and I strode in, confident, assertive.
“Colt, Cain,” the older man said jovially, shaking our hands as we sat down. “Door please,” he directed the other man.
And the door was closed, shutting us into what looked like a sound-proof room.
“What’s this about?” drawled my brother. “We’re into State, that’s the place for us.”
“We realize that,” said the Commissioner formally, “But we wanted to talk to you about infractions.”
What the fuck? We hadn’t even matriculated and they were already talking to us about breaking the rules before they were broken. Fuck my life, this college shit was getting to be a drag.
But the commissioner continued.
“It’s come to our attention that you know Jimmy Long, the equipment manager of the Eagles,” he said.
Colt snorted.
“Of course we know him, the dude’s always around, why?” he asked. “What does it matter? Is he selling drugs or something, dealing dope? Because my brother and I don’t use the juice,” he said, his voice menacing, his eyes already shooting sparks.
“No, no steroids,” said the Commissioner slowly. “Nothing like that. It’s come to our attention that the footballs you use are deflated.”
I sat back, thunderstruck. Deflated balls? What the fuck? Was this some kind of sick joke?
“What do you mean?” I asked slowly. “We use regulation footballs, same as anybody else.”
But the man wasn’t answering my questions.
“Aren’t you the one who checks them before each game?” he asked Colt, his question directed at my brother. “Don’t you check all the game-day balls before they’re used?”
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