I remember choking slightly, gagging as Tyler thrust roughly, his dick too far down my esophagus. Saliva was pooling in the corners of my mouth and spilling onto the carpet, there was frankly just too much cock for me to handle. But Troy coached me through it, rubbing his dong against my cheek as I struggled to take his brother’s pole.
“Slowly, slowly,” he murmured. “Open your mouth wide, pretend that you’re unhinging your jaw,” he coaxed. “Now let his dick penetrate and if you feel like you’re going to gag, just think about something slippery, like Vaseline or oil,” he said. I sputtered, choking with Tyler’s dick so far down my throat. But the imagery helped, and sure enough, with the next thrust, Tyler was able press a little further, inching down a bit more.
“Good girl,” Troy praised, stroking my hair. “Now let him fuck you a bit, and relax your soft palate, that makes for the best glide,” he instructed. I mentally forced myself to relax, picturing a snake devouring its prey, and what do you know? Tyler was able to push in further.
This is where pure animal instinct took over. Tyler began to fuck hard into my throat, my body his cum receptacle, his balls lifting and rising as he pushed in and out. Meanwhile, Troy was beating his cock against my cheek, furiously rubbing with his hand as I squeezed his sacs, running my finger down the seam, weighing and fondling his testicles. With a roar, he gave it up, squirting his sperm all over my face, the sticky white coating my lashes, streaming over my cheeks and chin as hot pumps lodged themselves in my hair.
Simultaneously, Tyler let loose in my mouth, exploding with a roar, his cock jerking and twitching, almost dislodging himself spastically. But the hot deposits felt good, and there was so much that I began choking, the sperm bubbling from the corners of my mouth, sliding down my chin like I was drooling. I could hardly breathe or see, my eyes coated in cum, my face slimed with jism, my mouth filled with hot white.
Finally, my brothers calmed, the twitching of their cocks reduced to occasional spasms instead of full-on jerks. They stroked my hair and laughed softly, gently running their fingers over my cheeks, smearing the semen into my skin.
“Little sis, you’ve never looked so beautiful,” murmured Troy.
“Sperm is absolutely the best make-up,” agreed Tyler, and they both bent to kiss me, tasting some of their own creamy jizz.
I made to get up, to go to the bathroom and clean-up. But my brothers tugged me back with a growl.
“Not so fast, little girl,” rumbled Tyler.
I was confused. “I just wanted to wash up a bit,” I hedged.
“Oh right,” laughed Troy. “Well come back soon, you’re up next,” he said with a wink.
And my cunny trembled at the promised assault.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tyler
My brother and I are so fucking depraved, it’s unbelievable. We’d just creamed on Krissy’s face, shooting our spunk all over her lips and hair, to the point where she couldn’t breathe or see, and yet we weren’t letting her clean it off? Yeah, that’s right. The mask, the white gloop dripping off her face, was so fucking disgusting that I just wanted to fuck her more.
When our sister returned from the bathroom, she was wiped clean, but there were still clumps of sperm in her hair, the chestnut locks sticky and snarled. I laughed, gently stroking her head, running my fingers through the tangled bits. Fuck, the sperm made her hair smell good.
But we wanted her to orgasm as well. This was Krissy’s first time really making love, and it’s important to make sure a filly climaxes, you know what I mean? In fact, I’d say that it’s important the girl comes harder than she ever has, otherwise she gets balky and recalcitrant.
So Troy and I took special care, stroking her curves, murmuring words of praise.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed as he stroked her haunches. I had to agree. Our little sister has a voluptuous hourglass figure, with huge Double D breasts, a tiny waist and ample, flaring hips. I adored her backside, those juicy butt cheeks easy to smack and squeeze.
“I love burying my cock in your cunt,” Troy murmured as he sensuously stroked a breast, trailing a finger over her nipple, watching with fascination as it hardened immediately, turning into a tiny pebble.
Not to be outdone, I bent to catch that sensitive nub in my mouth, laving it with my tongue, circling around the tip before giving it a good suck.
“Mmm, you taste delicious baby,” I ground out into her breast. “A baby is going to love drinking here,” I added wickedly.
Krissy drew in a sharp breath at the word “baby.” The truth is we haven’t quizzed her about birth control the way we usually do. Somehow, our usual procedures had fallen by the wayside in this case. Maybe it was because she was our sister and we just didn’t want to know. I mean, your sister pregnant with your baby? The thought was so fucking wrong that it felt deliciously right.
And that’s the freaky part of this relationship. I’ve always been allergic to pregnant women, women with kids, even women who want kids. I’d always figured I’d be a bachelor with a dozen Ferraris, not some dude pushing a stroller around. But the thought of Krissy swelling with our child … it’s not so bad, you know? I kind of like it. I guess with the right woman, even fatherhood can seem appealing.
But for now, I just wanted to focus on the baby-making. She was moaning underneath my mouth, twisting and writhing on the bed as Troy and I sucked her breasts. He’d reached down to stroke her thigh, and I saw his hand slip upwards slowly, until he was running his fingers through her folds, sampling that drenched pussy. As if in a dream, he lifted his fingers to her mouth and forced her to suck.
“Mmmphf!” Krissy cried, surprised at first but then lapping feverishly, enjoying the taste of her own tangy twat. Troy … that guy has a thing for body fluids, he drinks them like water and expects his girls to do the same.
But I wanted to taste some of that pussy juice myself, so I maneuvered myself between her legs, pressing her knees up so that her snatch was exposed and open. Fuck, she had a beautiful twat. Some women are disgusting in that department, their cunts like hairy claims, greyish and moldy. But Krissy had a pussy that was ready for a close-up. It was pink and nubile, the lips fleshy and engorged with a tiny little hole, her clit cute and perky.
With a growl, I seized her nub in my mouth, working her clit like a piece of candy with my tongue. It was fucking stiff as a pole, pulsing and throbbing just like a mini-dick. I alternated between sucking and licking her clit, driving her to the edge, her moans growing louder and higher-pitched.
I thrust two fingers into her cunny, gently fucking it, testing her vaginal walls, getting her loose. I nodded at my brother and stood up between her parted thighs, my cock probing at her passage.
Troy, meanwhile, straddled our little girl’s head, pushing his cock into her mouth, before reaching over and spreading her labia for me, holding her open as I fucked into her twat.
“Damn, her hole is so small, you’re going to have to go slow,” he warned as Krissy sucked his dick.
My brother’s fingers stretched her wide, and slowly, I moved in. We both watched mesmerized because it was fucking obscene, watching my bulging head, my veiny, throbbing shaft, penetrate that beautiful, tiny snatch. Her pussy lips parted and stretched slowly, the crown disappearing, and I paused, because she’d given a muffled cry on my brother’s dick. Too much? I don’t think so.
I continued pushing, my brother and I riveted by the sight of her twat taking dick, thrusting my hips forward so that inch after inch of my pole disappeared into her body. Her pussy lips were stretched so tight now that they looked like thin rubber bands, but her cunny juice was running hard, so I knew she was enjoying it, even if she was gagged by my brother’s dick at the moment.
Finally, I was all the way in and began pumping in earnest. Fuck! She was so fucking tight that my balls were already beginning to tighten and rise. Simultaneously, Troy began fucking her mouth hard, ramming that stiff rod into her mouth, uncaring that she probably had a
sore throat from the mouth fucking just minutes ago.
With twin cries of release, Troy and I came into her body, me jizzing ecstatically into that tiny cunt as my brother unleashed mouthful after mouthful of hot jism into her throat. And our little girl … she didn’t let a drop get away. Every single bit of sperm was consumed, either swallowed up top or down below, the white disappearing as fast as it came.
“Fuck, her tongue feels amazing when she’s getting fucked in the vag,” rumbled my brother as he jerked convulsively in her oral cavity. Krissy was moaning beneath him, still sucking strong, her lips like a vacuum as she drank sperm hungrily.
“Yeah it always feels good when a girl’s fucked double,” I ground out, squeezing my balls to make sure the last of my seed emptied into her body.
With deep contented sighs, my brother and I relaxed, our penises glossy and wet.
Krissy sat up, looking dazed, her tongue tentatively tracing her lips, and smiled.
“Again, brothers?” she asked sweetly.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kristen
I’m a fucking slut. A fucking slut in love, to boot. There’s no other way to describe my actions around my brothers. When their bodies are in my vicinity … I don’t know, I just go nuts, my pussy immediately moistening, my nips standing at attention. There’s something about the twins that transforms me into a crazy woman, you know?
It’s weird about the whole birth control thing too. My brothers have never asked, and I’ve never said anything … but I’m not on it. I thought about going to the doctor for a prescription, but I’m nervous. My friend Elaine went on the pill and gained thirty pounds only to find out that she was pregnant. What a fucking nightmare that was.
But senior year is starting to wind down, and I really want to finish with a bang, leave an imprint, which means getting an A on my expose. Although Troy and Tyler don’t know it, I’ve made a copy of their keys, and that includes the one that opens the interior office at Club Luxe. I’m not sure what I’m going to find inside, but it’s crucial to unlock Pandora’s box … and see what the future holds.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Kristen
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I’d come to the club during the day, using my key to let myself in the front door. The place was deserted. After another night of hard partying, the main floor looked curiously depressing, just an open area with some light fixtures and an empty DJ booth. Plus, it was kind of grubby, the floor slightly sticky, the paint garish in the light of day.
I was going to have to tell my brothers about the grimy interior. Tyler and Troy are the bouncer and bartender at Club Luxe, but they seem to have a direct line to management. Just last night, there’d been some dispute between Jimmy and Paul, two guys who worked security. Before I knew it, Tyler and Troy had interceded and the fight went out of the guys, leaving them deflated.
And I don’t blame them. Tyler and Troy are alphas, with a commanding presence. It’s not just that they’re tall, dark and domineering. There’s an aura of danger about them, something seductive and menacing at once.
But for me, that dark side translates into a hundred degree, scorching hot sex, the stuff of any girl’s dreams. Because you see, I’m in a relationship with my brothers. They’ve explained to me that they can’t call me their “girlfriend” because we’re stepsiblings, but I get the full girlfriend treatment from them, and that includes sex … loads of it, every possible position and combination explored and enjoyed.
I love being so close to my brothers, both physically and emotionally. But in my heart of hearts I have to say, yeah, it does bother me that I’m not publicly acknowledged. Sure, they shower me with gifts and make meaningful conversation, but it’s all in the privacy of our home. In public, I’m just their sister. In fact, I don’t even think the staff at Club Luxe knows that we’re related, I was just some chick who needed a job.
I promised myself to bring it up with Troy and Tyler … after my article was written. You see, my brothers got me the job at Club Luxe to help me out on a research project. I’m a senior in high school, and my senior thesis is an exposé in the school paper, a look into extreme partying, underage drinking, that kind of thing. I was using Club Luxe as an entryway, hoping to get a glimpse into the seedy underworld. And from working as the coat check girl, I could definitely tell something was up.
“Why are there so many women coming in and out?” I’d asked curiously. “You know, the ones who look like models and come and go several times a night?”
Troy frowned at me. “Leave it, little sis,” he’d warned.
But I hadn’t heeded his warning.
“Do you think something’s going on?” I’d pressed.
Tyler slammed his hand down on the countertop.
“It’s none of your business,” he snarled. “We’ve told you to stay out of it for your own good, and you need to get that into your pretty little head.”
I’d nodded, subdued for the moment. But I wasn’t giving up that easily. I’d made a stealth copy of Troy’s keys, and was bent on investigating the mystery.
And so here I was … alone in the gloom of the club, sneaking into the back office. I don’t know why I was spooked because there was no one around, and I could always just fib if someone happened to show up. But it was my first stealth assignment, and I was nervous as all get-out.
I tiptoed to the steel door, the one that looks like it belongs on a bank vault. Looking up at the ceiling, I could see a camera tracking my moves, and pulled my baseball cap lower over my face. Fumbling in my pocket, I got out Troy’s keys, and thrust the biggest one into the combination lock.
Shit! It didn’t work. Of course it wouldn’t be so easy. I tried another key, but this one didn’t even fit into the keyhole. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I tried a couple more keys, but none of them were a match. Goddammit!
Exasperated, I tried my own key, the one for the coat check booth. With a gasp of surprise, the key turned and clicked, and the door creaked open. What the …? Why would the key for the coat check be the same for this obviously high-security door? But I didn’t have time to think. I let myself in, fumbling for the light switch.
The light came on, glaring and bright. It looked like a standard office, two desks, two chairs, two computers, a file cabinet … and a stripper pole with a camera pointed at it. What the fuck?
I was nervous, frazzled and jumpy. But I berated myself. This was investigative research for my senior thesis, and I wanted an A in the class.
I tiptoed to the file cabinet and seized the handle. It was locked, but fortunately, one of Troy’s keys actually worked and I was able to open the top drawer. Oh. Boring. Just tons of files, papers everywhere. But I looked closely, and saw that each of the files was labeled with a name … a woman’s name. Carly, Jordan, Mikaela, there had to be at least fifty files in the top drawer alone.
Curious, I pulled out Carly’s file for a peek. Inside the manila folder was a snapshot of a beautiful brunette, smiling. There were basic stats, her height, weight, eye color, that sort of thing, as well as a copy of her fingerprints and a credit report. Okay, whatever. This was a pretty standard background check.
But I flipped to the next section, and saw that a thorough medical evaluation had been performed. Evidently Carly was healthy as a horse, with no known diseases or vectors.
I flipped through more pages and saw a couple years of taxes, some bank statements, and then at the very back, boudoir photos of the girl. Already beautiful, she’d done herself up as a 50’s bombshell. She posed in revealing positions, first in some lacy black lingerie, and then wearing nothing at all, her luscious assets on display. What the …?
I flipped open another folder, this one for a girl named Ekaterina, and saw much of the same. Financials, credit history, medical records … and boudoir photos again. Except this time, Katya, as she was referred to, wasn’t wearing anything except for spiky black stilettos in her photos, languidly spreading her ass cheeks and her labia in a series of
X-rated stills meant to tease and tantalize, if not straight out make a man come. What the hell? Why would Club Luxe have files like these?
My suspicions beginning to rise, I turned towards one of the computers. It flickered to life, but was password protected. Fuck, I was bad with computers. I tried a number of common passwords, including “password,” “12345678,” and “clubluxe” among others. No such luck. On a whim, I tried “twincest” and boom, I was in. What the hell? Alarm bells were clanging in my head now, but I ignored them.
I looked through the files on the desktop and most of it was financial spreadsheets, blurry and incomprehensible. There was more than one business though … there was Club Luxe, Club Brass, Bar Brass, Steel, and a couple others which I didn’t recognize.
But I hit the jackpot when I opened the “Photos” folder. There were multiples vids, all named with women’s first names and a date, like “Sandy 4-11-2011.” I clicked, apprehensive about what I was going to find.
A video flashed on screen, and I could see that it was this office, the very one I was sitting in. A blonde sat on a folding chair, wearing nothing but a bikini, smiling and flirting with the camera. She tossed her hair as a male voice said, “Hold on, just making sure we’re recording ….”
I gasped. It was unmistakably Troy’s voice.
“And go,” he commanded the girl.
Sandy got up and began twirling in her high heels, dancing on the stripper pole, shaking her hips and playing with her breasts. Teasingly, she pulled the bikini off piece by piece, revealing huge Double D breasts, firm and gorgeous, as well as a slick pink cunt, bare and nubile.
I could hear men talking in the background, their voices somewhat muffled by the music, but could make out comments like, “Moves well,” “Great body,” and “Good attitude.” What the hell, were these the stripper tryouts? Were those my brothers’ voices making the comments?
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