The same thoughts must have been going through their minds, although they managed to look calm during the ceremony, letting our parents enjoy their special time. But I could hardly meet their eyes over the table during lunch.
“Kacey,” said my mom. “You live in the city too. Is your apartment near Logan and Lance’s place?”
“Um no,” I said, my face flushing. “I live in Hell’s Kitchen and they live downtown,” I muttered. I didn’t want to add that I lived in a crumbling fourth floor walk-up easily accessible to the Donkey Club, whereas my new brothers lived in Tribeca, one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the city.
“Well, you guys should get together sometime,” encouraged my mom, “especially now that you’re siblings.”
I felt myself grow beet red at the word “siblings” and shot a quick look at my new brothers. Infuriatingly, they looked amused rather than embarrassed.
“Yes sister,” said Lance, ever the tease. “Let’s get together sometime. I live right around the corner from Logan, we’re happy to host.”
Even the word “host” made me flush. It made me think of hosting some kind of depraved sex party, where I’d be servicing the guests.
But Logan stepped in, smoothly and calmly, rescuing me from my obvious discomfort.
“Kacey, the least we can do is give you a ride back to the City. How about it?” he asked.
“Oh thank you, we appreciate it,” gushed my mom. “Kacey you’re always saying how the train is late, how it takes forever. Why don’t you ride back with them? It’s Sunday night, traffic shouldn’t be bad.”
“No Ma, it’s okay,” I said quickly. “I have a lot of stuff, I don’t want to burden Logan and Lance.”
“No burden,” said Lance.
“No trouble at all,” said Logan.
And so it was settled. My tattered suitcase was packed into the back of the Tesla, and I waved goodbye to my mom and new stepdad as we zoomed off.
“So Kacey,” said Lance. “This is interesting, given the circumstances. Your mom thinks you work at a non-profit?” He smiled wickedly, throwing me a glance from the front seat.
Oh god. I squirmed in the back. I was in such a small space with these men, their massive forms so close in the compact car. I flushed again, my breasts enlarging, my bottom moistening in the tight confines.
“Um … yeah,” I confessed. We’d talked about our jobs at lunch, and I’d hastily spoken before the twins could say anything. “I work in immigration reform at the Urban Justice Project,” I’d said quickly, giving them a swift glance, pleading with them to keep their mouths shut.
And my brothers had taken the cue.
“I’m sure you’re an excellent advocate,” said Lance.
“Your dedication to eradicating poverty is impressive,” added Logan, with a wry grin my way.
I was silently appreciative, shooting them a grateful look of thanks. But now the moment had arrived, and my brothers and I had a lot of ground to cover.
“My mom and I … I don’t want her to worry about me,” I said slowly from the back seat. “She’s sick and was worried enough when I headed off to the city on my own.”
“That’s true,” nodded Logan thoughtfully, eyeing me in the rearview mirror. “Our dad mentioned that he was treating her as a patient, and usually he only sees fairly complicated cases,” he said.
“Yes, so … I didn’t want to tell her that things didn’t exactly go smoothly when I moved to New York. I was supposed to have a scholarship to attend the New School, but somehow that got all messed up, and there was no money for tuition. So I figured I’d work for a semester, save up, and then re-enroll. But it didn’t exactly work that way,” I said shamefacedly. “I couldn’t find a job. Not even Starbucks. I guess since they offer health benefits and tuition reimbursement, everyone wants to work for them these days.”
My brothers exchanged a look. Okay, as high-flying real estate brokers, hearing me pine for a job at Starbucks was below their usual strata. But this wasn’t the time to mince words. They’d already seen me dance and knew what I did for a living.
“But baby,” said Logan softly. “Surely there was a place for you somewhere. Maybe as a nanny or paralegal?”
I smiled bitterly.
“Believe me, I tried,” I said. “To work childcare in NYC, you need a license, and most law firms want their paralegals to have college degrees,” I said. “Which I don’t have,” I added pointedly.
My brothers exchanged another glance. I could tell something was brewing and it wasn’t good. But before I could say anything, we pulled into the driveway of an expensive-looking building, a doorman running out to greet the twins.
“Mr. Phillips,” he said courteously, nodding at them both. “Welcome back.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kacey
I gasped. I’ve walked past fancy buildings in New York but I’ve never actually been invited into one. It was the kind of thing that we talked about at the strip club, half-jokingly but with a sense of wistfulness.
“One day, my prince is going to whisk me off and I’m going to live in the Time Warner Center,” said Jumee, a cute button of a girl who’d only started recently.
“Yeah, yeah,” scoffed Linda. “Why would you want Time Warner? Go for 15 Central Park West, that’s where the real moolah is.”
And the chatter went on, these hypothetical palaces where we’d eventually find ourselves, away from the dingy back room of the strip club. Of course, this was all pie in the sky. Most of us didn’t have any skills other than stripping, and no education, friends or family as fallbacks either.
So it was with a sense of wonder that I stepped into the imposing lobby. There were two doormen, wearing uniforms complete with natty bellhop caps and white gloves. Amazing! And an elevator too – what I wouldn’t give for one when hauling groceries up the four flights of stairs in my walk-up.
And so I’d ridden the elevator with my brothers, feeling very small between their twin forms. Shamefully, in the confined space I’d become aroused again, my nips poking against my flimsy dress, my vee moistening. I was so glad that I’d worn something pretty today instead of raggedy shorts and a t-shirt.
And when Lance opened the door to his apartment, the view made me catch my breath. He had floor to ceiling views of the Hudson River, the sunlight sparkling off the waves. It was a reminder that we were surrounded by nature, even living in the middle of the concrete jungle.
“Wow,” I breathed, giving him a dazzling smile. “This is amazing.”
“Mm-hmm,” said Logan as he deposited my suitcase into a spare room. “I keep telling him to move higher-up, but he says that the view on the twenty-fifth is good enough already.”
Higher up? It already felt like we were in the clouds, soaring among birds, and yet Lance was contemplating moving even further into the sky?
But before I could say anything, Logan passed me a drink, pausing before giving me a frown.
“Are you legal drinking age yet?” he asked.
“Um … technically, no,” I said. “The Donkey Club thinks I’m twenty-one, but I’m nineteen,” I muttered, my head down.
“Give it to her, she’s being supervised by her older brothers,” drawled Lance, throwing me another wicked smile.
And I took a sip of the drink, which burned, fiery and tingly down my throat. What a load of difference expensive bourbon is, vastly unlike the swill I sometimes downed at the Donkey Club.
“So,” said Lance, sitting next to me on the couch, letting a big hand trail on my leg. “What do we do next?”
I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked softly.
“Well, Logan and I were mighty disappointed when we weren’t able to get to know you better after the Gonzo Size contest,” he said, stroking my thigh. “But it seems that fate has brought you back into our arms.”
Was it my imagination or were his fingers fluttering closer and closer to my puss? I could feel the heat in my vee like a bright bulb, emanatin
g in waves.
“Yeah,” said Logan, seating himself on my other side. “We know each other well already, wouldn’t you agree?” he said, arching an eyebrow at me mischievously, trailing light fingers over my shoulder. “I think we already crossed the line at the Donkey Club,” he added with a smirk.
But I was still confused. “But … you can’t mean …” I gasped. “I mean, we’re siblings now, like my mom said,” I murmured. “You can’t be serious. Are you saying we should have sex together? Like brothers and sisters having sex?”
“No baby, it’s not like brothers and sisters,” soothed Lance. “We’re not really related, and let’s be honest, we just set eyes on you for the first time two weeks ago. We’re practically strangers,” he finished.
And he was right on those points. I’d never seen these men before they stepped into the Donkey Club, but they’d been haunting my thoughts ever since. And fuck, they were so handsome, so domineering with their twin green gazes fixed on my body.
I have to say, I was desperate. It was like a dream come true for me, and I caved under those hot, hungry looks.
“Okay,” I whispered. “But just this once.”
My brothers smiled and kissed me gently, first Lance and Logan, their hands stroking my curves, savoring the womanly flesh. “You won’t regret it, little sister,” murmured Lance into my ear.
And their stroking picked up the pace. Before I realized it, they’d pulled the dress from me, the cotton candy confection discarded on the floor. I was wearing nothing underneath except tiny pink panties and thigh-high stockings with my pink heels. The men gazed as me ravenously, eyes devouring me, almost shooting sparks it was so hot.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” breathed Logan.
“Absolutely perfect,” agreed Lance, a gleam in his eye.
My brothers molded me as if I were the most precious treasure they’d ever held. They weighed my tits in their hands, squeezing the soft, malleable flesh, rolling my nipples between their fingers before dipping their heads to suckle, their tongues tracing circles around my areola.
“Oh!” I sighed. “Yes brothers, that feels good.”
The sucking intensified, their twin dark heads bent to my breasts, licking, squeezing, nipping, the sight so erotic I creamed slightly between my legs. Their hands explored my body too, gripping the soft flesh of my thighs, trailing closer to the inexorable heat of my cunt.
“Ahhh!” I gasped as Lance wiggled a finger against the damp spot on my panties. “Oh!” I breathed as he pushed in a bit, letting his finger dip into that sweet heat.
“Mmm, you like this don’t you?” he asked wickedly, looking at me with hungry eyes. With a swift twist of his wrist, he swept my panties to the side, scrunching them into the soft gap between my leg and snatch. My chubby pussy was bare, glistening and engorged, dying for their attention.
But instead of playing with my cunny, making me feel good, my brothers wanted a show.
“Go on,” nudged Logan, helping me to my feet. I could hardly stand, I was so aroused, tottering in my high heels, my puss exposed.
“Show us those delicious assets,” rumbled Lance, leaning back, spreading his arms over the back of the sofa.
And so I started to do what I knew best. No music was necessary, I was able to sway to a beat in my head, and it helped that I actually wanted to fuck my customers this time, to feel those meaty, hard poles in my snatch. Reading my mind, my brothers unzipped their pants slowly, letting their fleshy, deep pink members pop out, waving in the air, pointing straight to the sky.
I almost cried, I wanted to feel those hot fuckpoles in me again, stuffing my hot box. And I knew if I danced well, it would come sooner rather than later. So I swayed my hips, lifting a breast in each hand. I have huge Double D’s and lovingly, I caressed them, making sure to outline their sweet circular shape, pinching and twisting my nipples. I lifted one to my mouth, the flesh heavy and pendulous, and licked the tit with my tongue, all the time making electric eye contact with my brothers.
They groaned, throwing their heads back, their hands stroking their shafts furiously. With a coy smile, I noted that both of their dicks were wet, Lance’s leaking so hard and fast that his cock was already shiny and moist, ready to fuck.
Feeling beautiful and confident, I swirled in my heels, lusciously shaking my ass and grinding a bit, doing a body roll that emphasized my curvy shape. Tantalizingly, I pulled at the edges of my panties, teasing my brothers as I slowly slipped the fabric off my hips.
With a flourish, I stepped out of the tiny bit of lace and threw it at Logan. He stopped beating his dick for a moment, catching the pair in mid-air and holding them up to his face for a deep sniff.
“Fuck, sister,” he groaned. “You’re fucking roses and cream,” he rumbled, his massive fifteen incher growing even larger before my eyes.
Mmm, I liked that. So my personal scent was sweet and enticing, huh? I smiled at him lovingly, coming to dance between his legs, shaking my breasts, letting him get a good look at my cunny. To help, I slipped down two fingers and parted my vaginal lips, the insides steamy pink and hot. Before he could lift a hand to touch, I backed away, and instead, leaned forward, letting my boobs dangle in his face.
“Suck it, big boy,” I cooed. And he did. His lips found a hard nipple, the flesh puffy and yet malleable at once, drawing on it like a hungry baby, his hands reaching blindly to stroke my waist, my hips, my thighs. I obliged and let him get a few strokes in, even letting his hand run wetly through my legs once, before backing off again.
“Your turn, brother,” I said, turning to Lance. And man, this guy was ready. While I’d been teasing his brother, he’d stripped bare, and now I was greeted by the sight of a six four god. I kid you not. I’d never seen them naked, and now that I had, I was glad I’d consented to this night of debauchery.
Lance’s chest was broad and developed, the pecs heavy, made of carved steel, narrowing to a manly waist with a six-pack of abs. His thighs were thick and masculine, like tree trunks, his biceps bulging with muscle. But most of all was the look in his eyes. A bright, flashing green, hungry like a wolf, eating every inch of my body up although he’d barely touched me yet.
And I shimmied over to him, like a moth drawn to flame. I tried the same trick on him as I had Logan, bouncing my breasts in his face, but he was having none of it. I guess his dick was too hard to bother with anything but cunt. He spun me around and pressed my back down, forcing me to bend over before burying his face in my snatch, licking me clit to anus.
“Oh!” I squealed. Of course, I’ve had my pussy licked many times because customers will taste me when I’m on stage sometimes, tipping me extra for the chance to sample my cream. But this was different. Lance’s tongue was like a sinuous snake, slipping and sliding between my folds, slurping my female juice like it was ambrosia. My nectar ran hard, and he trailed each nook and cranny of my vaginal folds with his tongue, drinking it all up, letting it slide down his throat.
But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to make sure to get inside me, and pushed me over even further, so that I was gripping my ankles, my puss bared to him from behind. Forcing my legs into a wide vee, he held my labia open, so that I was shockingly, daringly exposed. And I’m a stripper and a whore, but I’ve never been inspected so thoroughly. At first, I felt nothing but his gaze, the warm gusts of air as he breathed in my femininity, his mouth so close and yet so far from my steaming twat.
Finally with a growl, he dove in, face-planting himself in my channel, his tongue questing as far up into my little hole as it could go. Desperately he fucked me with his mouth, his tongue a small penis as it penetrated me over and over again.
And fuck, I lost it right then and there. Without any warning, a rush overcame me, starting in the center of my cunny, delicious tingles emanating all the way from that sweet spot to the tips of my fingers and toes. I cried out loudly, squealing “Logan, Lance, aieee!” almost biting straight through my tongue, it felt so fucking good.
And that was my brothers’ cue. They both stood up, their masts heavy as logs, protruding like fifteen inch batons from their hips. Lance took me first. He grabbed my hips in his hands, holding me steady and thrust once into my pussy from behind.
“Aieee!” I yelped, gasping. I’d forgotten how big they were, how those humongous clubs felt in my tiny puss. I was lifted into the air, balancing on my toes, as I was skewered on that massive rod. I struggled, trying to push myself backwards and down, and here’s where Logan came in.
He soothed me, standing in front my body, holding my waist as his brother gripped my hips.
“Ready?” he asked.
Lance must have nodded because suddenly they worked in unison. Logan pushed me backwards onto Lance’s dick, while Lance thrust forward with his hips, and suddenly I was completely filled to the brim, that fifteen inch length violating me in the best way possible, hitting up against the rubbery flesh of my cervix.
“Aieeee!” I screamed, unable to disguise my lust. My tits jiggled and shook, pendulous as they swayed below me. My cunt felt so full, completely stuffed without a centimeter to spare. I moaned again as my puss creamed wetly, my folds giving it up to the massive member.
“Thatta girl,” rumbled Lance, as he began a heavy pound behind me. The strokes were hard and strong, the penetration so devastating that I could feel myself about to orgasm again. My cunny tightened and I must have gushed because Lance gave his brother fair warning.
“Plug her,” he commanded. And Logan pushed his member into my mouth, stuffing it full with his fifteen inches. I choked. It had been unexpected, and I sputtered as the hot pole made its way down my esophagus, almost impossible to speak or breathe. The member was like a fire hose, thick and pulsing, as it wormed its way down my throat, spurts of pre-cum and saliva lubing the way.
“Ohhhh fuck,” groaned Logan, gripping my hair as he edged forward inch by inch. “Come on little girl, keep going,” he urged.
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