But things were cleared up soon. When we got into the parlor, he turned to my mom and said, “My boys aren’t home yet but we might as well go ahead,” he boomed. “Karlie, say hi to your new dad. I’ve asked your mom to marry me and she’s said yes!”
Karla giggled by his side.
“Do you have my ring baby?’ she cooed. “You know I’ve been looking forward to it.”
“Sure do,” he growled and whipped out the biggest diamond I’d ever seen. I was shocked. It was massive, glimmering like a robin’s egg as my mom put it on her finger, almost reaching up to her first knuckle.
“Oooh gorgeous, thank you baby,” breathed my mom, admiring her ring in the setting sunlight of the parlor. The diamond sparkled madly, scattering the sun’s rays in a warm hue of golden red. “It’s beautiful, I love it.”
And that’s when Karla and Jerry began kissing for real, making out right in front of me, necking like a bunch of teens.
I was seriously thinking about exiting right quietly when the door banged and the rumble of male voices could be heard.
“Colt, Cain!” yelled Jerry, breaking the kiss. “In here!”
And that’s when two men entered the room. My breath caught, the air in my chest suddenly feeling tight, my senses on one hundred percent alert. My temp rocketed until I felt light-headed, unsteady on my feet, because they were most gorgeous men I’d ever seen. Six four with coal black hair, blue eyes penetrating and sharp. And best of all … they were identical.
“Hey,” drawled one. “Wassup dad?”
The other surveyed the room, catching everything, the dress, the ring, my mom clinging to Jerry’s arm.
And we went through the introductions, my cheeks flushing as my new brothers took in my scandalous dress. What were they thinking? My soul curdled inside as their blue eyes swept over the short hem, my creamy thighs trembling, the luscious vee of my décolletage on display.
But dinner was even worse. As I sat down, I felt something rip. Oh shit, oh shit, it was my worst nightmare come true. Hastily, I pulled a napkin over my lap but that did nothing -- the damage was in the back.
I tried to ignore it, not moving an inch as four courses were served, sitting ramrod straight, my butt firmly planted into the chair, everything getting a little sweaty down there. God, I prayed, my face hot, barely able to eat, please let the rip go away. I promise, I’ll do anything so long as I’m not embarrassed in front of my new stepbrothers.
But no such luck. It was like the boys knew, even as they made casual conversation at the table, their eyes skimming me as they took in everything, curiously perceptive.
“So Karla,” rumbled Colt, “Are you moving into Waverly right away?”
I prayed my mom would give an okay answer.
“Of course,” she giggled, trailing a long fingernail down Jerry’s tie. “Jerry and I, we want to spend as much time as possible, and we just got that Viagra prescription, right?” she cooed. “We want to use it and use it good.”
Oh gross. I felt my face flush with embarrassment for her, but there was no taking it back. And did her hand just disappear under the tablecloth, moving into Jerry’s lap? I quickly averted my eyes, only to be met with a knowing glance from Cain. He shot me a wink and I couldn’t help but smile back, relieved my brother had a sense of humor.
“And how about you, Karlie?” asked Colt smoothly, turning that deep blue gaze to me. “Are you moving in too?”
“Um,” I stuttered, “I hadn’t thought of it, this was um, kind of a surprise tonight.”
But my mom was on the ball with that one too.
“Of course you’re moving in right away baby, no one’s going to make you commute from our old apartment. In fact, we’ve already picked out a bedroom for you right down the hall from Colt and Cain,” she simpered.
I grew hot again. Oh great, surprise, surprise, the twins and I were going to be housemates, seeing each other every day. But it was alluring in a titillating way. Colt and Cain coming out of the shower, droplets glistening on their chests, towels wrapped tight around their hips, washboard abs on view? I grew hot just thinking about it, squirming in my chair.
But there was still the question of the rip. Dessert had just been served and it was time to address my problem head-on, I couldn’t put it off forever. Taking a deep breath, I shifted a little and murmured, “Excuse me,” to no one in particular.
Karla and Jerry didn’t hear, they were so busy giggling and gazing into each other’s eyes. But my steps did, and it was with sharp gazes they watched as I got up, uncomfortably pulling the lavender fabric down, trying to keep everything decent.
“I’ll be just a minute,” I mumbled to no one in particular. This was so embarrassing, my cheeks flushed and I prayed that a huge hole would open up and swallow me with it. “Can I use your bathroom?” I managed in a stilted voice.
“Sure,” drawled Cain. “But the house is huge. Colt,” he said, shooting a glance at his brother. “Why don’t we show Karlie to the restroom?” he asked casually.
“Sure thing,” growled his twin. “We’ll be back,” he said to our parents.
“Oh sure!” breathed Karla, not even looking away from her man. “Take your time, we’ll be here.”
And with that, we made our way to the darkened hallway.
“This way, sister,” drawled one. “It’s down the hall.”
And I followed, trying not to trip in my high heels.
“Sorry,” I breathed apologetically. “It’s just that these shoes are so uncomfortable.”
“No worries,” growled the other, “we like.”
I grew red. Had I really heard that part? But the twins’ faces were smooth, giving nothing away, although I saw a small twitch of Colt’s mouth. It must have been my imagination.
And I followed them to what could only be called the most extravagant bathroom I’d ever been in. It was gleaming white, three rooms in all. A clawfoot tub could be seen through a crack in the door, along with a separate shower stall, two vanities, and a lounger.
“Um, I’ll just be a minute,” I said, shooting them a grateful smile.
“Sure, no worries,” drawled Cain. “You gonna need a sewing kit for that?”
I immediately twisted around and tried to see. Oh shit. The tear was way worse than I thought. The hem had ripped all the way up to the small of my back, and my wispy pink panties could be seen, barely covering anything, my smooth white cheeks curvaceous and bare.
I slapped a hand over my ass, trying to cover as much as possible and spun to face the two men, gasping, my bosom flushed red.
“Oh shit,” I whispered, the heat rushing through my body. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
The boys laughed.
“No worries, take your time,” they said, their eyes amused. “Colt, let’s go see if we can rustle up sewing kit,” drawled Cain, his eyes dancing.
And I practically ran into the bathroom, slamming the door before gingerly easing out of my dress, inspecting the damage. I silently cursed. Why oh why had I agreed to wear this? The lavender sheath was bad news, I never should have listened to my mom.
But there wasn’t anything to be done. There was so little material that my attempts to pull the sides together were futile, they merely pulled apart again, the fabric gaping open despite my best efforts. Resignedly, I slipped it back over my head. I was just going to have to stay seated the entire time and then make a dash for my jacket when saying our goodbyes.
But when I opened the door, a surprise waited.
Colt and Cain were there … and they’d found a sewing kit.
“Figured it would help,” drawled Colt, holding it out. “There’s purple thread.”
“Oh thanks,” I breathed, or rather tried not to breathe. I didn’t want the rip to get worse and maybe by not breathing, it wouldn’t tear more. But when I held out my hand, Cain withdrew, saying smoothly, “We’ll help you fix it. Turn around sister.”
What the? I could hardly believe it, these two guys knew how to
sew? But they read my mind.
“We’ve taken home ec, just like everyone else,” said Colt with a sly grin. “It’s required at XM.”
“I think you’ll find out that we’re surprisingly good,” added Cain with a smile. “Football makes us nimble on the field … and off.”
And with that, they spun me around, going to their knees behind me. I could almost feel their hot breath on my ass, the warm, moist air making me flush … and cream heavily. I was so embarrassed. Could they smell it? Could they smell my female spice, starting to leak?
But my brothers merely laughed and ran big hands down my back, over my ass, holding the fabric together, smoothing it out to get a better grip.
“Oh yeah, curves,” grunted one.
“Just the way we like it,” growled the other.
And reader, it was the most titillating experience I’d ever had. My brothers literally sewed me into the dress, their gentle fingers deft, a massive hand on the inside of my thigh, just centimeters from my cunny, running over that soft, creamy flesh. I must have moaned because I heard a masculine laugh, and was it my imagination or did a big finger swipe against my moistness, feeling the damp spot at the center of my underwear? I couldn’t be sure, my brain was so hazy.
Soon big hands were squeezing my ass, moving down my thighs as the needle moved in and out. I must have moaned again, those hard, flat palms shaping me, touching me intimately and yet so delicately.
But suddenly there was a slight prick, the needle jabbing into my behind, making me wince.
“Ouch!” I gasped. “That hurt!”
“I’m sorry baby,” came a masculine voice. “Needle must have slipped. Here, let me kiss it,” the voice continued. And to my amazement, I felt soft, mobile lips press against my butt, exactly where the tear opened.
“Oh my god!” I breathed. Was this really happening?
And there were male chuckles behind me, before another male voice said, “My turn.”
And the first mouth pulled off and another one took its place, this one slightly open, its tongue wet and warm on my ass, kissing my secret crevice, tonguing oh so slightly, slipping into the crack.
“She tastes good,” the man grunted, and I blushed, my knees going weak. But my brothers were ready, catching me, holding me around the waist as I swayed off balance.
“Gotcha,” growled Colt, providing a steady arm as his brother continued licking me oh so slightly. “Almost done, little sis.”
Did he mean the tonguing or the sewing? I guess both because Cain snapped the thread with his teeth and stowed the needle back in the sewing kit.
“Good thing there isn’t much material, is there?” drawled Colt, waggling his eyebrows. “That was a quick fix.”
I blushed, sure that the red ran up to my hairline. I felt so off-balance, everything that had happened was completely unexpected … the twins, the rip in my dress, and the way they’d taken charge. But my brothers merely chuckled, slapping my butt gently.
“Time to get back to the dinner table,” laughed one. “Hungry still?”
“Always,” growled the other, looking at me suggestively.
And I staggered back to the dining room on the arms of both my brothers … with a feeling that I was the main course.
CHAPTER FIVE
Karlie
“Come on,” said Jenny. “It’ll be fun, we have to see.”
“Um, I don’t know Jen,” I said hesitantly. “It seems kinda seedy.”
We were standing outside a nightclub in New York City, the sidewalk chilly, the wind whipping through our hair. It’d been a long bus ride up, but Jenny had convinced me to come along and I’d agreed out of desperation more than anything else.
Because Colt and Cain have been ignoring me. After that first night, I was sure there’d be more, after all the encounter had been so steamy, so unexpected, that I stayed awake most nights replaying it in my head. And the twins felt the same, right?
But to my surprise and disappointment, it was like they’d completely forgotten about me.
“Hey,” said Colt absentmindedly when we crossed paths at school. I had a camera slung around my neck and was dressed in baggy black, the standard photographer’s uniform.
“Hey yourself,” I said, stopping to chat, hoping that he’d give some secret sign, some recognition of having once tongued my butt gently.
But I was cut off by two meatheads who high-fived my brother, their baseball hats backwards, wearing letter jackets with huge stenciled “XMs.”
“Yo bro, great move at practice the other day, you ready for Friday night?”
And Colt, ever the big man on campus, let out a dazzling smile.
“You know it, those fuckers gonna get pounded.”
And the trio strode down the hall, girls looking at them with admiring glances while scrawnier boys scrambled to get out of the way.
So yeah, my brothers barely acknowledge me now. It was almost like they’d never kissed me, my imagination playing tricks, leaving me to masturbate at night in my single bed, replaying that night over and over in my head.
So when Jenny had asked if I wanted to play hooky, I’d nodded vehemently. My life had become too pathetic, some excitement was desperately needed.
“We’ll go to this place called the Donkey Club,” she said. “I heard it’s fun, everyone goes there.”
“Really?” I asked. “I guess so, I could sneak out. What should we wear?”
I wasn’t great with the clothes department and could really use some guidance.
“Oh you know, club attire,” Jenny replied breezily. “Something sassy, something short, something fun.”
That night, I’d flipped through my closet for twenty minutes, frustration building in my head like a kettle about to shrill. I just didn’t have anything appropriate until my hand seized upon some purple fabric, the rip in back fastidiously repaired, still as scandalous as ever.
No. I couldn’t. Look at the trouble this dress had gotten me into in the past. But I was so sick of my life, of being unseen, that I’d squeezed into it, pulling down the hem, my boobs almost overflowing. Oh well. After all, I had nothing else and who knew? Maybe it’d be the juju for something exciting tonight.
And now, after a long bus ride up to New York City, I wondered if we’d made a mistake. There was no sign for the Donkey, just a shabby metal door, the paint already falling off, its hinges creaky.
“Doesn’t really look like our type of place,” I said doubtfully, yanking the tie of my trench tighter around my waist. “How did you find this place again?”
But Jenny wasn’t deterred.
“Come on, it’ll be fine,” she said, pulling on my elbow. Turning to the bouncer, a big Samoan guy with an earpiece, she chirped, “Two please,” flashing him a flirtatious smile.
The Samoan didn’t even react. I expected him to ask for our IDs, or even to turn us away. But after standing stock still listening to his Bluetooth, he suddenly whipped the door open and we found ourselves in the joint.
Blinking blindly, the darkness was overwhelming at first, almost overpowering. But then a spotlight of gold flicked on in the center of the room and I gasped.
Because a girl was dancing, totally nude. She was lithe and sinuous, wriggling her hips while prancing around, titties bouncing, cunny on full display for men to see. I watched, my mouth hanging open as she spread her legs, then coyly reached two fingers down to part her nether lips, letting men see straight up her channel.
And customers were eating it up. The dudes in the front row whooped and yelled, pushing each other out of the way to take their turn looking up at that pink flesh, and these were not cultured, classy guys. Instead, they were practically farm boys, one guy in overalls, another with a huge ten-gallon hat that slid off his head as he clambered to get a look.
“Come on,” I hissed, alarmed, grabbing Jenny’s arm. “We’re in the wrong place, this isn’t a dance club, this is a strip club.”
“Oh I know,” she said breezily, res
isting my pulls. “I meant for us to come.”
“What do you mean you meant for us to come?” I hissed right into her ear. “Come on, let’s go!” I tugged insistently.
But Jenny couldn’t be stopped. Instead of leaving, she actually undid her jacket, letting it pool to the floor. That’s when I realized something was up.
Because Jenny wasn’t dressed in club attire … or at least not dance club attire. She was wearing a teeny bikini, hot pink that let her assets hang out. And believe me, Jenny is not a small girl. Her boobs must have been H’s at least, the sides and bottoms on display under tiny triangles of fabric, a wisp of material at her waist covering her lips.
“Jenny!” I gasped, “What the hell?” She might as well be naked, there was nothing left to the imagination.
But I didn’t have a chance to ask more because suddenly the spotlight swung on us.
“Oh yeah,” sang an announcer’s voice. “It’s Amateur Night tonight and I see our girls have just shown. Let’s give it up for Jenny and Karlie!”
My mouth literally fell open. How did they know who we were? How had they known our names? Don’t people use fake names to get into clubs?
But my friend was like the Energizer bunny gone wild. She pranced up to the stage, waving and blowing kisses like Miss America, and goddamn if I didn’t see some male hands slapping her behind as she made her way there, wriggling her hips with every step.
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