“Oh god,” I moaned as I continued to watch. My brothers ravished me, their mouths, hands, and dicks rubbing me everywhere, like I was an offering to the gods, best accompanied by a healthy dose of cum. And when they pushed into me that first time … I saw how I had literally passed out, my eyes rolling back in my head from the overwhelming pleasure, the little death overtaking me until I was brought back to the lusty realities of earth. I was embarrassed yet turned on at once, glad we were watching this in the privacy of their room.
“You see little sister?” asked Christian soothingly, as he played with my hair, his breath stirring the curve of my neck. “Do you see how beautiful you are, how we worship you? You should never feel self-conscious on camera, you’re an absolute natural,” he complimented.
“Yes,” agreed Croy, his fingers trailing up my thigh. “Let yourself go in front of the cameras, you won’t even remember that they’re there,” he added. “It’s all a part of the celebrity lifestyle.”
Again, that reference to celebrity lifestyle. I was puzzled. Did they mean sex tapes? Because we certainly had our own now. But I still didn’t understand. They were stars of a home and garden show, not some pay-per-view porn outlet. So why did they keep alluding to the “celebrity life,” and why were we always being recorded?
I had to find out, before I let them fuck me again … because there would be a next time.
THE END
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lauren
“Alright … three, two, one .. and action!” called the producer.
I stood on my mark, waiting for the camera to pan as we filmed an episode of House Emergency, my stepbrothers’ hit home renovation show. I was now an assistant to Christian, a junior real estate broker to his senior one. It still surprises me how they persuaded me to take the part.
“Christian, Croy,” I’d sighed. “I have a job, a good one. I’m an ob/gyn nurse, and women trust me, they rely on me to guide them through the different stages of female and maternal health.”
My brothers hadn’t been deterred.
“Just think of the show as the flip side to your old job,” said Croy. “We help women too … entertaining them while we buy and renovate homes on TV.”
“Croy!” I said with a smile. It was just like Croy to make some nonsensical analogy, hoping to get me to change my mind. “It’s not the same at all, and you know that! I went to school for years to be a nurse, and I’m not giving it up so quickly.”
“Alright, alright,” said Croy, holding up his hands and laughing. “I admit, that was a flimsy comparison. But seriously, little sister, just do some test shoots, okay? Since you’re here, you might as well, right?”
And so I’d succumbed to their charms. The first test shoot had been bad, really bad. I was nervous and fidgety the entire time, glancing at the camera when I wasn’t supposed to, unable to focus on the potential buyers. But Christian and Croy had pulled me into a private area during a break, calming me, stroking me.
“Remember what it was like having sex on camera, little sister?” Christian murmured in my ear, caressing my curves, letting his hand wiggle against my cunt. “Remember how you let yourself go?”
I mewled into his mouth, desperate even though we only had a few minutes. My two brothers were so overwhelming, so charismatic and dominating, their massive bulks filling the small space, the male essence making me weak in the knees.
“Just relax and be yourself,” murmured Croy into my ear as he touched my breasts, tweaking a nipple through the soft fabric of my blouse. “You’re going to do fine,” he reassured me.
But evidently my brothers had decided that bringing me to orgasm would be the best way to help me relax. Christian pulled up my skirt, moaning as he saw my drenched panties, and pushed the silk to the side, baring my steaming cunny. My slit was pink and nubile, waiting for a dick to ride.
And my brothers didn’t disappoint. Christian had his cock out in a flash, and with a swift movement, lifted me and dropped me, letting me sink down onto that hard, veiny shaft. It was like riding a giant wooden club, and I squealed and squirmed he was so big, lifted in the air as my cunny struggled to accommodate.
“Unnnf!” I shrieked. I tried to muffle my cries, aware that the crew was outside but unable to contain my cries of ecstasy, the pure pleasure overwhelming. Christian had a solution though. Without pausing, he reached below, snapped off my panties and mashed them into a ball, holding them up to my face.
“Open, little sister,” he commanded.
Helplessly, I opened my mouth and he stuffed the panties inside, effectively gagging me. I felt so demeaned and yet horny at once, my brothers forcing me to eat my own pussy juice, tasting my moistness on the silk.
Chuckling, as if reading my thoughts, Croy reached behind and stroked my buttocks.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it, little sis?” he asked, devilishly running his finger between my fleshy cheeks, stroking my crack before trailing tantalizingly to my back pucker.
I moaned, my cries stifled, only a muffled shriek coming out. Oh god, it felt so good as his finger probed, tremors running through my rectum, my pucker opening and closing spasmodically, winking on its own. I hadn’t taken dick in my anus yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time -- my education with my brothers was moving along at light speed.
And now Croy burrowed a finger into my back passage as Christian pounded my pussy. I clung to my brothers for dear life, my arms locked around Christian’s neck as I deep-kissed Croy, the fingering and fucking driving me over the edge.
And sure enough, I came hard, my pussy bearing down, clenching with mighty spasms on Christian’s dick, my eyes rolling back up in my head as I passed out for a moment, the little death overtaking me. But my brothers had me safe and secure in their arms, and when I came to, Christian was spurting hotly in me, his penis squirting rope after rope of ejaculate into my vag, creaming me with hot, viscous man milk.
Croy too, had pulled out his dick, and was spurting semen onto my ass, groaning as he watched the white trickle over my buttocks, the fleshy mounds rosy and firm, coated with his cream. With an aroused moan, he trailed his finger through the juice and dragged it down to my pucker, massaging the fluid into the rim, pushing some of it into my rectum.
And that’s how my brothers got me camera-ready that first time. They fucked me so hard that I was loose and uninhibited, and when we emerged from the bathroom, I had a dewy glow, a flush from my brothers’ attentions, their semen dripping from my pussy and anus.
If the crew noticed something, they didn’t say anything, preferring instead to turn a blind eye. Besides, it wasn’t like there was any hard evidence. They’d seen my brothers and I disappear into a locked bathroom, but it’s not like they saw genitals or penetration. So I wasn’t worried, rumors are just that – rumors.
Our test shoot went fantastic from there on out, and I became a regular on House Emergency. The salary my brothers pay me is far more than what I earned as a nurse, and so long as we have sex first, I’m usually really great as Christian’s assistant. I’ve discovered a talent for staging, prepping houses for sale before an open house, and enjoy the different aspects of interior design. It’s like a dream come true … and I know my brothers agree.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Croy
I’m worried about the amount of fucking going on. Lauren’s overtaken us, physically and emotionally. It’s a complete surrender, and my brother and I have never been at a woman’s mercy like this. Usually, we’re cool customers. We use girls, play with them, bang them a bit, and then turn them loose. But with Lauren … shit, our sister has moved into our bedroom and we’re pounding her two or three times a day now.
Not that it isn’t worth it. Lauren is a perfect twelve on a scale of one to ten. Her generous, curvy figure is exactly what Christian and I need, and it makes her relatable on TV too. Female viewers don’t want to see stick-thin models. They want to see someone who’s like them,
pretty, charming, smart, with a real-life body. So her ample curves and delicious rump are assets, on-screen and off.
There are two things niggling my mind though. The first is that we haven’t been using protection, which is downright imbecilic. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with us, my brother and I are usually militant about shit like this, but we only managed to have the talk with Lauren last week.
“Sister,” I said, tracing her breast as she rested between us, her beautiful nude form on display. “Are you using some type of protection?”
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at us.
“No brothers, I’m not,” she said quietly, looking down at the bedspread, suddenly still. “Should I be?” she asked swiftly.
The normal answer would have been yes, accompanied by a bunch of cursing and yelling, rants about why wasn’t she on the pill, weren’t all modern women on the pill these days? But curiously neither Christian nor I felt the need to raise our voices. Actually, I felt a little relieved and excited, to tell the truth.
“Well, sister, you know what happens if protection isn’t used,” said Croy, stroking a finger through her wet folds. We’d just fucked her, and there was semen beading on her vaginal lips, a small trail beginning to leak. Croy swept it up with his finger. “It means you’re going to get pregnant,” he rumbled, tasting her delicious fluid.
“Is that so terrible?” asked Lauren in a small voice. “I’ve always wanted to be a mother, and … well, I never thought that you’d be the fathers, but it’s not so bad, is it?” she asked softly. She tossed slightly on the bed, looking at us, her breasts jiggling and her pussy pink and wet.
I was seriously fucking distracted by her wriggling, but tried to focus.
“Baby, we’ve always wanted to be dads too, but have you thought this through? I mean, it’s not just George and Teresa who’d have to be told. It’s the whole fucking world. I mean, you’re going to be pregnant on TV with your brothers’ baby. Are you ready for that?” I asked, as I positioned myself between her thighs.
“Oh!” Lauren sighed, as I bent my head to take a sip from her pussy, lapping up a cream pie. “I … I’m not sure, brothers,” she admitted. “I mean, I want a baby, but it is a lot of responsibility,” she admitted. “But I’m not pregnant yet,” she said with a smile. “Why don’t we just enjoy it and see what happens? Maybe there’s no need to worry.”
“Honey,” Christian said as I sucked at her sweet folds, “You’re a twenty-three year-old female, and we’re two virile alpha males. If you’re not pregnant yet, you’re going to be soon,” he promised, a gleam in his eye. “So are you saying that you’re ready to be a mom?”
“Aieee!” she squealed, as I pushed my tongue into her hole, curling the tip. “I … I don’t know, brothers. I just don’t know.”
“Hmm,” said Christian. “We’ll have to talk about this more then.”
So that was that. I meant to make an appointment for Lauren with the gynecologist, to talk with her about family planning and that sort of thing, but I’d put it off. Fuck, she was an ob/gyn nurse, she should now all that shit, but I wanted someone to really sit down and make her think it through. Heck, I wanted someone to sit down with me and work through the decision tree. But if I’m honest with myself, I already know what I want -- I’m excited to see if she gets pregnant. God, the thought of that beautiful figure swelling with our child … fuck, it made me horny and proud at once.
The second thing that had me worried was the House Emergency crew. To get Lauren ready for camera, we bang her before filming, to get her relaxed and uninhibited. That first time in the bathroom had just been the beginning. Since then, we’ve rented a trailer and use it all the time, the wheels bouncing and jouncing as we violate our sister before she goes on camera.
And that’s the issue. We can’t keep doing this because it’s too obvious that we’re fucking her. The House Emergency staff must know that we’re fucking our relative. Christian’s not worried, pointing out that these people are on our payroll, they belong to us. But it’s so fucking twisted, you know? Any of them could sell a story to The National Enquirer one day, take the money and run. And I’m freaked out because of what happened to the Duggar family. One day you’re preaching family values, and the next, your son confesses to molesting his sisters, and you’re dumped by the network and every advertiser who ever supported you. So you can bet I’m nervous as fuck.
So we’ve been trying to wean Lauren off of the pre-film fucking. We’ve been working to loosen her inhibitions in other ways, but it’s been tough. The first thing we tried was aromatherapy, and it backfired.
“No!” she squealed, as I lit an incense censer in our trailer. She got up to open the windows, laughing at my efforts. “Croy, seriously,” she said, fanning the smoke away. “This is no substitute for your penises.”
“Honey, we can’t be fucking you non-stop with other people knowing,” I rumbled, trying to pour some essential oil into a diffuser, setting up the sticks so that the smell would permeate the trailer. “If aromatherapy helps you relax in front of the camera, then it’s worth it, just try,” I reasoned.
“Hmmm,” said the little girl, striding over to the diffuser sticks, playing with them, running her fingers lightly over the tips. “They do smell really good,” she said slyly. And slowly, as I watched, she pulled her skirt up until her bare snatch was revealed. Fuck! When had our little girl stopped wearing panties? But she was way ahead of us. Making sure she had our attention, she took one of the reeds from the diffuser and sucked on the tip a bit, murmuring, “Tastes good.”
Lauren then spread her legs and inserted the reed into her cunt, playing with her clit before sliding the thin pole into her hole. The visual was fucking astounding. Here was our slutty girl, inserting anything and everything into her cunt. Fuck me.
Bending over, she stuck her ass in the air so that the stick jutted out obscenely, quivering with a draft from the window.
“Brothers,” she purred, licking her lips lasciviously. “Stick a few more sticks in?” she cooed.
And you can guess how that ended. Of course, Christian and I inserted every stick we could into that pussy, jamming her with our tongues, fingers and fuckpoles, going at it again and again, letting that juicy cunny do its job. And so our sister won again, thwarting our efforts to be discreet in front of the crew. Fuck, this is a massive problem because the show is our livelihood. If people realize that we’ve been banging our sister then we’re doomed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Christian
So my brother and I are wary on all fronts about the potential exposure of our sibling relationship. I mean, an incestuous pregnancy on TV? It’s nuts if you think about it. But inside, I’m over the moon at the thought of Lauren pregnant with our baby. The little girl is the sweetest, most seductive woman I’ve ever met, and to think of our sister swelling with our seed … it makes me so proud.
The conversation about telling our parents was ridiculous. Lauren wanted to inform Teresa and George that we were fucking, but Croy and I were totally opposed.
“Baby, it’s not a good idea,” I said firmly.
“Why not?” she asked innocently. “If I get pregnant, they’re going to know anyways. They’d be grandparents to the child.”
Yeah, I guess that was true, but Lauren wasn’t pregnant … yet.
“Honey,” reasoned Croy. “Teresa and George are elderly. Something like this could kill them,” he said persuasively.
Lauren stared at him. “Croy, you definitely don’t know my mom. She had an affair, survived an ugly divorce, won the custody battle, and is still going strong traveling the world. Something like this is just another bump in the road, she won’t even blink,” Lauren promised.
But I shook my head no. “Baby, we can’t let you,” I said slowly. “There’s more to the picture than you think,” I intimated.
“What else could there be?” said Lauren, her eyes searching mine. “Is there something you haven’t told me?”
“Listen, just don’t, okay?” snapped Croy. Lauren jumped back. This was the first time he’d ever been cross with her, and the sudden snarl was unexpected and hurtful. Our sister’s cheeks flushed and I could see the sheen of tears in her eyes.
“Listen,” I rumbled stepping in. “Just drop it okay, little sis? Don’t mention it to our parents, we’ll save it for another day.”
And her head dropped like a rose too heavy for its stem, defeated. Unable to help myself, I gave her a sweet kiss.
“Listen baby, we’ll make it up to you,” I promised.
She turned her face away, unwilling to look at me for a moment, but I was undeterred. I gave her another kiss, catching her chin in my fingers, this time deeper, more insistent. “We’ll give it to you … up your backside,” I promised.
Lauren gasped. We’d been playing with her anus for a while, probing it during sex, finger-fucking her when she was turned-on, and she’d learned to like it. Well it definitely seemed like she liked it, judging from the way she’d run her rump hard against our fingers, grinding down, moaning and whimpering as she was violated. But we’d never put our dicks up there, and maybe this was a good time to give her that treat, let her experience some taboo fucking.
Slowly, I helped her out of her gown. Lauren was wearing a sheer peach chiffon number with kitten heels. Man, her wardrobe had gotten so much better since she moved in with us. Not only did she dress better because she was on TV, but also because Croy and I absolutely hate seeing a beautiful woman in ugly clothes. It’s just a fucking travesty, you know what I mean?
As I pulled the material from her body, it was like the waves revealing Venus riding on sea foam. She was so perfect in every way, her skin peaches and cream, her breasts full and luscious, her hips swaying with a feminine air.
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