DOUBLE DONKEY: A Twin Stepbrother Sports Romance (with BONUS book Twin Stepbrother Celebrity)

by Cassandra Dee

  Lauren ducked her head, covering her eyes with her hand. “Oh god,” she moaned. “And I gave up my nursing job to come and work with you guys.”

  “Baby, it’s not that bad,” soothed my brother, reaching out to stroke her back. But Lauren jumped up like an electrified cat, her tits jiggling, her ass shaking under her thin wrapper.

  “Don’t touch me,” she shrieked, a note of hysteria in her voice. “I can’t believe you touched your sister … and now you’re touching me,” her voice breaking slightly. “I can’t keep seeing you … not with the way things are, I have to go,” she rushed, pulling things wildly from the closet.

  But top shelf of the closet collapsed, and bags, purses, scarves, and all sorts of clothing came pouring out, falling into a heap around her. Despite the chaos, Lauren kept pulling at things, folding them before placing them in random spots on the floor.

  “I’ll need this,” she muttered, putting a folded sweater next to a swimsuit. “And this,” she added, pulling out some flouncy lingerie.

  I sighed. Our sister was in the throes of some manic phase, and needed to work through it at her own pace. I motioned to Croy and we stepped outside, leaving Lauren to pack.

  “Brother,” I said seriously. “How the fuck did that tabloid get dirt on us? You know Dad would never tell, and mom’s such a kook, no one would believe her.”

  “I have no idea,” he said slowly, shaking his head. “But we need to find out and do some damage control.”

  I nodded my agreement grimly. Shit was fucked up and it was time to kick some ass.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Lauren

  I furiously folded my clothes, not even thinking coherently, sprawled in the twins’ bedroom as they spoke in low voices outside. I could hear them talking, but my mind couldn’t focus on anything in particular. What the hell was going on? The twins had touched their sister inappropriately when they were younger? They even had a little sister? Who was dead now?

  Suddenly, I realized I needed to calm down, just be by myself for a while as the turmoil swirled around us. Quietly, I got to my feet, and leaving the mess behind, walked like a zombie to the adjoining door which hadn’t been used in months. With a click, the door opened and I passed into my room – the beige room which had been allocated to me when I’d moved in months ago.

  The room was untouched, spotless and clean. Of course, the staff came in and dusted every day, but the room’s immaculate perfection made me realize how unreal this was. I’d moved in with my stepbrothers, who confessed to molesting their dead half-sister. It was a web of shadows, and I suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired.

  Slowly, I pulled the adjoining door shut behind me, and just lay on my bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. What was it my mom had said? “This too shall pass,” came her words in an echo. “But when Ma?” I wanted to cry. “When? How soon?” I was swimming through a vortex and the shore seemed unreachable, the current too strong, pulling me down into the depths.

  I could hear my brothers still talking outside, their bass voices low and intense. Suddenly overcome with fury, I got up and threw open the door, glaring at them.

  “What the fuck?” I shrieked. “How could this happen? How could you let this happen to us?”

  Christian and Croy tried to placate me.

  “Calm down, sis, we’re going to get to the bottom of it,” soothed Christian.

  “Don’t worry, sister, we’ll figure it out,” added Croy.

  But I was having none of it. I flew at them in a flurry, my small fists striking their massive forms, kicking and biting as best I could. Of course, I was no match for their massive bodies. Croy seized my wrists, pinning them in back of me, and Christian managed to grab me around the waist, heaving me over his shoulder. I managed to spit though, hissing and squealing in my rage.

  “How could you?” I cried through my tears. “How could you do that to a little girl? How could this be happening to us, now?”

  My brothers were silent, their faces downcast even as they held me still.

  “Sister, we have no answers …” said Christian.

  “We’re so sorry …” trailed Croy.

  But I still wasn’t done yet. My female anger had reached its apex and I wanted my own form of vengeance.

  “Take your clothes off,” I commanded, my voice harsh.

  Christian and Croy jolted. I’d only ever been feminine and demure around them, maybe with a hint of sauciness, but never abrasive or harsh.

  They slowly let go of my hands and waist, and lowered me to the ground. Stepping back into the bedroom, my brothers complied, dropping their shorts, showing off those gorgeous, manly bodies.

  And I admit. Even in my aggression, I appreciated their physiques. The muscular builds, abs carved from wood, the long thick thighs complimenting heavy dongs that swung between their legs.

  I suddenly knew what I wanted to do.

  “On your knees,” I grated. My brothers looked at each other first, but then dropped to their knees on the carpeted floor, watching me expectantly, a hungry fire in their eyes, a gleam anticipating what was to come.

  Slowly, I stripped off my wrap, removing it sensuously, slipping it off my shoulders until I was nude in front of them, my big breasts bouncing, a honeypot of sweet temptation at my vee. I spied my thigh high boots in the corner, and pulled them on, slowly zipping the zipper that ran up the inside of each calf. My brothers couldn’t tear their eyes from my form, their mouths almost hanging open with sheer lust, watching my alabaster legs disappear into the shiny black patent, snugly encased in fabric.

  I now wore nothing but slutty boots, and was a good five inches taller than usual, balanced precariously on the stiletto heels. But I strode with confidence to where my brothers knelt, brandishing a cat o’ nine that we played with sometimes.

  Leaning down, I tickled the leather whip against Croy’s balls. He gasped reflexively, his big body trembling at the feathery touch.

  “You like that big boy?” I teased seductively. Croy started to answer, but I cut him off.

  “Shut up,” I hissed. “Only speak when I say so.”

  And Croy nodded his understanding, his green eyes watching every sinuous turn of my body, every flick of my wrist.

  I then ran the cat o’ nine over Christian’s face, ticking his nose, his mouth, his eyelids.

  “Remember choking me with your dick, brother?” I asked seductively. “How much that hurt, how I struggled to take it as you pushed and shoved into my throat?”

  He understood instinctively that he wasn’t to answer with words, and nodded instead, indicating his assent.

  “Oh good,” I purred, “because this is my revenge.” Turning I jutted my ass out at his face, spreading my legs so that my pussy and anus were right in front of him.

  “Lick my ass,” I commanded. His tongue stretched out, taking an initial sip of my pussy, and I turned around and struck him across the face with the cat o’ nine. A red mark appeared across his cheek, blazing pink before fading, his eyes wide with shock, filling with anger. But he did nothing and held perfectly still.

  “I said my ass, not my pussy,” I hissed, bending over again. This time Christian did exactly as told. He buried his tongue in my ass, that musty hole tight and dry. He breathed in deep, no doubt smelling my sweaty ass, savoring the dirty female musk which I’d forced on him.

  But Christian didn’t seem to mind. He planted his face between my cheeks and lapped at my anus like a slavering dog, tongue-fucking my hole, rimming me, hocking spit down my crease to lube everything up. I squirmed and moaned under the attention, my cunny dripping, my anus winking reflexively, it felt so fucking good.

  After a few minutes, I straightened up again, my nipples rosy and stiff, betraying my arousal, and pointed to Croy.

  “Lie down on your back,” I said, motioning to the bed. Croy obeyed and got onto the big circular bed, his massive penis jutting straight up towards the ceiling. I salivated, looking at that thick, ten-inch pole, my insi
des suddenly mushy and wet envisioning it in me, but first things first. I crawled up onto the bed and when Christian tried to follow, I turned and slapped him again with the whip again, this time across the chest.

  “Did I say you could move, slave?” I snarled, and he backed down, remaining on his knees on the floor. “That’s right,” I hissed. I had no idea where this nasty female was coming from, but I have to say, I kinda enjoyed it.

  I crawled up to Croy’s head and planted my vulva on his mouth. Now this wasn’t the sensitive pussy-kissing that we’d done in the past. This was a full-on, nasty-ass face-sit, smashing my vagina onto his mug, smothering him with my fleshy ass cheeks, forcing him to suck and lick my cunt even as he gasped for air.

  “Mmmmph!” was his alarmed cry, muffled by the layers of hot, dripping flesh smooshed into his face.

  But all I did was grind harder, forcing my female meat onto his nose and mouth.

  “Suck, bitch!” I commanded. And what do you know, Croy did. I felt his tongue skim over my pussy folds, tasting the cream sliding out of my hole, before taking hard, fast swipes with his tongue, letting my juice stream down his throat, losing himself in the snatch that was blinding him, overtaking all of his senses. I ground my hips down hard, asking not for a delicate tonguing, but rather a deep pussy-trash.

  “Unnf! Unnf! Unnf!” I moaned as I humped his face, not caring if he couldn’t breathe. I mashed myself onto him repeatedly, the ultimate face squat, this poor guy was going to have my twat imprinted on his face the next day.

  But he took it like a champ, his lips and tongue continuously busy, ravaging me, never letting up despite the demeaning treatment. Finally, with a deep shudder, I came hard, my pussy creaming and trembling, twitching with pulses of electrical shocks that spread from my cunny throughout my body, clamping down on his face, a heavy load of juice squirting up his nose and causing him to choke, this time in real despair because there was no air down there.

  Not wanting to kill him, I lifted my hips a few inches, letting him get some oxygen. Man, I’d trashed Croy’s face. It was completely wet, from his hairline to his chin, female juice even running down his neck and ears. Gunk sealed his nose shut, and his mouth opened and closed a bit as sticky strands of viscous cream stuck everywhere, looking like Elmer’s glue, thick and white.

  His mast was waving in the air, the pre-cum so copious that his penis was completely wet, already glossy with arousal. I longed to taste it, and treated myself to a sip, sucking briefly at the tip, causing him to growl and push up reflexively with his hips before I backed up, smashing my ass in his face again.

  “You do what you’re told,” I said sweetly, rubbing my anus across his nose, forcing him to breathe in the musky smell.

  Fortunately, I wanted his dick in me. I gestured to Christian, motioning for him to climb onto the bed, directing him onto his hands and knees.

  “You too, chickie,” I said to Croy. Soon I had both twins on their hands and knees, their gorgeous, massive physiques curiously submissive as they awaited my commands. Teasingly, I ran the cat o’ nine over their buttocks, making sure to push a bit into their anuses before lifting my arm and striking them, blazing lines of red appearing on each male buttock.

  My brothers moaned, never maltreated by a woman before, curiously turned on by the new experience. “Sister,” they gasped breathlessly, gazing at me over their shoulders. I loved their hulking masculinity, two hundred pounds of twin male flesh ready to do my bidding.

  Sensuously I caressed their asses, stroking the stinging lines, before reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a massive pink dildo. I giggled when I heard the shocked intake of breath. They’d bought this dildo for me, figuring that the ten-inch shaft would stretch me and fill me, sure, but a woman’s pussy was meant for that kind of work-out. They never thought there’d be turnabout, that I’d be fucking their asses with the piece of plastic man meat.

  But sure enough, that’s what I wanted to do. Going first to Christian, I rubbed the fleshy pink head around his rectum, teasing that sensitive space.

  “Sister,” his low voice rumbled, alarmed but trying to keep calm. “Aren’t you going to use lube?”

  “Oh right,” I said sweetly. I hocked, and then spat onto his anus, a small gob of spit dripping into the hole. Christian groaned, knowing that it was nowhere near enough. I thought I heard a whispered “fuck.”

  “Did you say something, slave?” I inquired sweetly.

  “No Mistress,” he ground, his ass reflexively tensing and twitching, his body rock still although sweating with nervous anticipation.

  “Don’t worry, Mommy will make sure you like it,” I cooed, as I pushed the head into his rectum.

  He let out a great roar, the feel of penetration sensuous and dirty. I mean, I’ve rubbed my boys’ anuses before, maybe even slipping in a finger or some tongue, but this was a massive, fat dildo. It was completely different, enormous and overwhelming.

  With no mercy, I used both hands to shove it into him, his rectum squeezing the plastic shaft tight, resisting me, forcing me to put all my body weight behind the dildo as I raped him with the toy.

  “Aaaaahhh!” he roared, coming up off his hands as his butt was reamed, each muscle stretched intensely, his pecs quivering at the violation. But I wasn’t stopping. I threw myself behind the dildo, shoving it all the way in so that only the little base stuck out.

  Reader, it was a delicious sight. My huge brother, the epitome of masculinity, on his hands and knees sweating, his dong stiff underneath him with a toy embedded in his butt. I fucking loved it, my pussy loosening and gushing again.

  But I wanted to fuck him. I’d been fucked by my brothers so many times now, and I wanted them to feel the helpless, yet empowering sensation of having a penis, albeit a fake one, in their bottoms. Using both hands, I pried the dildo out of his butt, letting it come out almost all the way, before shoving it back in again, this time with one, smooth glide.

  “Aaaahhh!” Christian growled again, the violation so intense, so new, like a lion roaring his outrage. I could tell that fireworks were going off behind his eyes, and damned if his penis didn’t jerk involuntarily, the tip dripping, forming a wet spot on the coverlet.

  I started fucking him intensely, driving the dildo into his rectum again and again, making him take it, his big body helpless against my furious thrusts. Balancing on one hand, Christian reached beneath himself with his other hand and began rubbing his dick, stroking his penis, beating the shaft in time to my pounding. It was glorious, and soon enough, my brother trembled and roared, his ass full as his dick jerked and spurted, cream flying everywhere, hot jism jetting at least two feet from the bed as I fucked and fucked his butt.

  “FUUUUCK!” he screamed to the heavens as he came, his massive body twitching and moving, his dick almost spastic, the veins blue and throbbing as his balls emptied themselves. When he was finally done, he stopped to breathe, panting, his head dangling between his shoulders, a puddle of jizz beneath him. Slowly, I pulled the dildo from his ass, relishing its slide, giggling a bit as my brother twitched again.

  I turned to Croy.

  “Ready, brother?” I asked, brandishing the slimy toy.

  And there was fear and lust in his eyes as I drew closer.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Croy

  I don’t know what’s gotten into our sister, but she’s become some kind of lust-crazed dominatrix. Not that it doesn’t turn me on. The sight of our curvy girl, wearing nothing but thigh-high boots, her nips bright red, eyes flashing, makes me want to spurt. And it’s insane. Before, my brother and I had always been the aggressors, and now we’d switched roles.

  And readers, it was delicious. She butt-fucked me next, using that same dildo, and I too roared my outrage and lust, jerking myself off as my anus was violated. Lauren didn’t hold back. She used all of the strength in her little body to wield that toy to maximum effect, and goddamn if my rectum wasn’t ripped and raw.

  Both Christian
and I limped around the next day, deliciously sore, eliciting strange glances from our staff. By now everyone had seen the tabloid headlines, and whispers followed us everywhere.

  “Did they really?” came the hushed voices.

  “Did the twins molest a six year-old girl?”

  “Oh my god, I heard the accuser was their half-sister. Is Lauren okay? Isn’t she their sister as well? What’s going on there?”

  We tried our best to ignore the chatter, it was so fucking insidious, but it was impossible to avoid. So my brother and I have decided that we’re going to go public and address these accusations. The problem is … the accusations are true, we’re just trying to spin things in a positive light, put out a platform to explain ourselves. Fuck, this is a fucking nightmare, and we need Lauren’s help to make it right.

  THE END

  Continue to Part 6 next

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Croy

  The worst has happened. A tabloid uncovered our secret and broadcast it to the world, effectively ending our careers. “HOUSE EMERGENCY TWINS MOLESTED SIX YEAR-OLD HALF-SISTER,” “TV TWINS ADMIT TO MOLESTING SISTER,” that kind of thing. Christian and I haven’t turned on the TV and have been avoiding the grocery store and local bodegas to escape the endless coverage of our humiliation.

  Not only that, but news crews surround our house now. The vans have satellites pointing to the skies, ready to broadcast our image to millions. Reporters are literally camped out, going into a frenzy whenever any activity occurs at our home.

  And the thing is … I understand. We understand why there’s this relentless buzz, why the bull’s eye has been drawn on our backs.

  Because the truth is, fifteen years ago, my brother and I molested our half-sister, Marygold. There’s no excuse for what we did. We were wild, rambunctious, twelve year-old boys, impossible to control, budding with hormones, and we touched our sister when she was sleeping. It’s terrible, and I wish it never happened, but it did.