Double Exposure: A Dark MMF Bisexual Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Bren, tell me what happened,” I said urgently.

  “It’s this guy Cole,” she sobbed quietly. “I met him in my Anthro class, he said I was cute, that I should stop by a part his frat was hosting. He said to bring friends, so I brought you and Vera.”

  Okay, I sort of remembered this. Yeah, I hadn’t wanted to go out but ended up tagging along because Brenda and Vera had been insistent, saying I was a stick in the mud, all that kind of stuff.

  “And then what?” I pushed gently.

  “We went up to Cole’s room,” she sobbed. “There were a bunch of guys there, the ‘made’ brothers, the ones who are seniors and do whatever they want. They made … they made … me and Vera have sex,” she said, her lips quivering, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks.

  “With each other?” I said aghast. “Oh my god, how did that happen?”

  “I’m not sure, it was all so fast,” she wailed. “They told me that I was a cool girl, that I should be cool with it, it was just girl on girl action. If I wanted to stay, I should take off my clothes and Vera and I should … you know, touch each other.”

  “What? But why’d you do it?” I gasped.

  “Because they were all watching,” she cried, bursting into fresh tears. “You know how I’ve been depressed recently, my grandmother died and school’s so stressful. I thought if I did what those boys wanted, I dunno … I’d be popular I guess and maybe Cole would like me.”

  “Bren, I don’t know,” I said doubtfully. “He sounds manipulative to me.”

  “You think I don’t know that now?” she screeched. “Of course Cole’s an asshole, he made me do things I didn’t want to, I feel so sad, disrespected and … just dirty,” she finished in a whisper.

  I had no idea how I was supposed to react, but I patted her shoulder gently, trying my best to comfort.

  “It’ll be fine,” I said. “Let’s go to the hospital, we can get a rape kit done.”

  “Karina,” she said with a pout. “It’s too late. It’s already been days and rape kits aren’t good for more than twenty-four hours. It’s way, way, way too late. No one will ever believe me.”

  “No that’s not true,” I said forcefully. “I believe you. I wish I could remember more but that pot must have gotten to me. I was out the entire time.” At least I knew that much for certain.

  “No Karina, I’m not going to the hospital, I’m not getting a rape kit done,” said Brenda firmly.

  “Well, how about talking to a counselor then?” I asked hopefully. “You know the Student Health Center has amazing services, it’s all free and confidential, you could just go for one session,” I said persuasively. For some reason, I thought it was really important that she log her actions ASAP, that there was some record of her distress with professionals.

  And it was as if Brenda read my mind.

  “Don’t tell anyone,” she said confidentially. “But I am telling someone … I have a meeting set up with a reporter from Rolling Stone tomorrow. Isn’t that exciting? It’s going to be an exposé that blows the school apart.”

  Shaking my head, I didn’t reply. What could go wrong? Just about a million things.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Caleb

  It was time to come forward. We didn’t know how much Karina remembered but our little sister needed to get her ass out of hot water fast.

  “Karina!” I yelled. “Open up!”

  I heard footsteps scuffling and a voice behind the door asked, “Who is it?”

  Okay, at least our sister had more sense that some of the co-eds we’d met in the last few days.

  “It’s Caleb,” I ground out, “your brother.”

  The door opened and our little girl was there, auburn hair gleaming, green eyes wide, but she was in one piece and looked good. That was more than what I could say for the apartment she lived in. This fifth-floor walk-up was decrepit, a smell of garbage in the hallways, mice scurrying in the background. There was no doorman, no concierge, and no visible security system. Clearly, safety was sorely lacking.

  “Caleb!” she gasped, her eyes growing wide. “What are you doing here?”

  “It’s a long story,” I ground out. “I can’t tell you everything right now but you’ve got to come with me quick.”

  “Does my mom know you’re here?” she asked. “Does your Dad? Don’t you have work in California?”

  “Come on,” I said harshly. “There’s no time to lose. Pack your bags, we’re moving you out of here. No time to explain, giddyup pronto.”

  “No!” she said firmly, her chin set. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. This is crazy. You’re not even supposed to be in New York and you show up on my doorstep, telling me that I have to move, without telling where I’m moving to? Did our parents call off the engagement? What’s going on?” she demanded determinedly.

  I sighed.

  “Listen Karina, some bad shit is going down. Your so-called friend Brenda spoke with a reporter at Rolling Stone and now NYU is being rocked by a rape crisis. Supposedly Brenda was raped last weekend at DUP, it’s a brewing scandal.”

  “Oh I know about that,” Karina said. “Brenda told me she was meeting with a reporter. I tried to convince her not to but Bren wouldn’t listen,” she shrugged.

  “She told you she was meeting with a reporter?” I asked with a dark look on my face. “All the more necessary to get you out of here sooner rather than later. That girl is one fucked up bitch.”

  “But Caleb,” Karina pleaded. “What are YOU doing here? Is Caden here too?”

  “Yes,” I said, nodding. “We enrolled at NYU to finish our bachelors … and to be close to you. But this far-fetched idea is turning out to be a nightmare. Far worse than any business crisis, this is threatening to rock the foundation of the school, if not the nation as a whole. Let’s go,” I said shortly.

  And finally, the little girl turned to obey. “Give me a minute,” she whispered, her face turning white. “Let me just grab some things.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Karina

  I gasped as I walked into my brothers’ apartment. It was huge, gorgeous, and imposing, straight out of a décor magazine. I’d known my soon-to-be steps were rich, but this was mind-boggling. This apartment was probably costing them five figures per month in rent, minimum.

  “Wow,” I gasped, my eyes skimming over the wide expanse of lawn visible from their window. “You live here?”

  “Yep,” growled Caleb, “and you do too now,” he said, setting my bag down with finality.

  I wasn’t sure what to think. On the one hand, we were soon to be family and family takes care of each other. But on the other … my steps were so gorgeous, domineering, and I’d seen them in action, not to mention sucked their balls when I had the chance. Where were we going with this?

  As if reading my mind, Cade answered. “Come and see our room,” he said, nodding towards the back.

  I followed meekly, my mouth hanging open in awe. We walked along a marble passage way, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, a couple mirrors making the hall seem wider than it already was. When they opened the massive double oak doors, I was expecting to see more of the same, lots of luxury textiles, the finest antique furniture, that kind of stuff.

  But instead, we were in a spare, masculine room. There was a huge oaken bed with a matching massive wardrobe, but otherwise the ornate touches were gone, instead going for sleek, comfortable, and thoroughly modern including two stripper poles in the center, gleaming gold on a raised dais.

  Caleb smirked as he saw my expression. “What, surprised?” he teased. “We haven’t forgotten where we met you.”

  “In fact,” added Caden, “It’s the part of you that we want to explore more.”

  I felt heat flushing my cheeks. God, that night in SF ...

  “Brothers,” I said softly. “Are you showing me my room or yours?”

  As I’d expected, both men smiled at once, flashing dazzling smiles.

 
“Ours,” they said in unison.

  “Oh,” was all I could manage at first. “But what about our family?” I asked. “And what were you doing in Vegas? I mean, I thought you guys were billionaire executives, and now you’re students at NYU, and you’re also strippers? Are you going to Vegas anytime soon? Not that I didn’t like it,” I added hastily. “I loved seeing you dance. It’s just, I don’t know what to expect next, you know?”

  “Little sis,” said Caden smoothly. “You never know what exactly to expect next. That’s the beauty of twinsex.”

  That stopped my dead in my tracks.

  “Twinsex?” I asked weakly.

  “What did you think we were doing?” growled Caleb. “We’re obviously twins, it’s obviously illicit, crazy, made for the movies, all that shit. We’ve just decided to look it in the eye and acknowledge what we’re about,” he shrugged.

  “How long has it been going on?” I asked, my voice wavering.

  “Since we were boys,” said Cade smoothly. “It’s worked out well, we’re best friends and we like sharing girls too … like you.”

  My breath hitched and my chest grew tight. Yeah, these were my steps and they were full on acknowledging the dirtiness of their ways. I felt scandalized, yet privileged at being let into their world. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do next, but it seemed out of my control.

  “But what about Vegas?” I asked, my voice soft. “What’s the story behind that?”

  The twins shared a glance.

  “Did you like what you saw that night?” asked Cade.

  “Did it turn you on?” chimed his brother.

  My cheeks flushed. “You know it did!” I breathed, my breasts rising and falling, the images of those two hard, male forms, twisting around and against each other making my body shiver. “You know I liked it.”

  They smiled at me then. “Then maybe we’ll do a repeat,” said Caleb. “A private performance, if you will. Join us on stage?” he asked, extending a hand to me.

  Cade put on some music, some deep bossa nova, and I started to sway. As if in a trance, I took Caleb’s hand and stepped onto the dais, the two poles gleaming, burnished in the dim light, almost intimidating yet curiously elegant.

  “What do I do?” I asked weakly.

  “First, just watch,” said my brother, smiling wickedly at me. Both men got onto the dais, moving to the music, their forms sexy and sinuous, dancing with a supine, suggestive tilt. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, especially as Cade whipped off his belt, running it between his legs suggestively, stroking his groin with that pure, supple leather.

  “Like it little girl?” he breathed, looking me in the eye and smiling at my obvious lust. I’d begun rubbing my breasts through my top, my bra suddenly too tight, my nipples poking straight through the thin cotton. I was beyond caring though, I just wanted to see more.

  Wordlessly I nodded. Both men smiled and continued to dance, Caleb taking off his shirt, Caden stripping off his pants. Pretty soon I had two hot, naked men before me, their dongs barely restrained in tight black briefs, clearly visible through the silk fabric.

  My mouth dry, I reached out to touch, my fingers grasping, desperate and needy. I wanted to stroke one of those massive dicks, feel the hardness as it wound around Cade’s hip, like a fire hose ready to rumble. But both men moved back, dancing away from me with practiced ease, laughing at my obvious desperation.

  Caleb granted me one small wish and pulled his briefs aside for a moment, showing me that donkey dong, catching a glimpse of hard, hot balls, tight and deep rose, connected to a thick snake but then just as quickly dropped the fabric, turning his back to me.

  He bent over just as his brother knelt behind him, running his hands up and down Caleb’s strong, muscular thighs.

  “Oh brother,” breathed Cade. “You’ve been working out.”

  Caleb snapped a wink over his shoulder. “The better to impress our sister with,” he said silkily.

  Cade slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the fabric of the briefs tight until it was merely a string between Caleb’s buttocks, gleaming and oiled, hard and tight in the dim light.

  “Oh,” moaned Caleb, his eyes fluttering closed.

  “Feel good, my brother?” Cade hummed. “How about this?” And with a sly grin, he ran his hand up the inside of the other man’s thigh to cup the package in front, simultaneously pulling the material tight between his ass cheeks, rubbing up and down Caleb’s anal line.

  “More,” Caleb moaned, bent over, his ball sacks now clearly visible as Cade teased his ass and cock. “More,” he demanded.

  “Oh yeah, more is coming,” said Cade. “But first, I want her to lick.” And with a smile, he nodded at me to join them.

  I was confused, touching my breasts, my cunny streaming wetly. My clothes felt tight and uncomfortable but I knew I needed to be a part of this, to get to know the twins better, enmesh myself in their world. With wobbly knees I got up on the dais, kneeling behind Caleb, my face to his ass.

  “Mmm, she smells steamy,” grunted Caleb. “I can smell her puss even from here.”

  “We’re going to touch it, fuck it,” responded Cade. “But I want her to lick first.” And with that he lifted the string from his brother’s ass aside, directing my head to that ass crack.

  It was dark and musky, oiled and hard. I was shy at first, slowly trailing my tongue against Caleb’s muscled cheek, delighting in the hard, male feel. He groaned and widened his stance, giving me better access to his butt. “Rim it, little girl,” he commanded.

  And with a sense of exploration, I pulled his cheeks apart, grasping that sculpted flesh and looked into his dark star. It was deeper in color than my own, almost a mocha brown color, the puckered, pleated folds beckoning to me. With curiosity, I leaned forward and tentatively touched my tongue to those ridges, tasting musky ass smell, reveling in pure man.

  “Oh god,” Caleb grunted, “feels amazing.”

  “Keep going,” his brother commanded me, “this is just the beginning.”

  And I started on that rim like there was no tomorrow. I traced it lightly with my tongue, letting myself savor the flavor of male anus, and then pushed my face tightly between his butt cheeks, almost suffocating myself in that delicious flesh. Tightening my tongue into a point, I speared that little hole, trying to get inside, and then pressed my face in tight again, tasting the walls of his rectum, his sphincter tightening on my chin, trying to push me out.

  But I couldn’t be deterred. With an insistent grab, I forced his butt cheeks apart, spreading them so that my view was unobstructed. Reader, I almost died, it was so good. His balls dangled low, and in front of that I could see a massive, hot heavy cock hanging, the tip slickly wet, a dribble of sperm dropping to the ground. In front of me was the hottest hole I’d ever seen, dry and aromatic, ready to be devoured.

  And eat it I did. With renewed aggression, I face-planted into that ass, fucking that anus with my tongue like it was the only fuck I’d ever have. Caleb fought me a bit, but with his brother holding him still and wrapping that thong tight around his fist, he didn’t have a chance.

  I took my index finger and for the first time, touched a man’s asshole, running my finger lightly around those pleats before rubbing it hard, massaging it, and then worming my way in.

  “No!” he ground out. “Fuck no!”

  But I wouldn’t take no for an answer. My finger is small and I figured he’d done much bigger in the past. Insistently I pushed further in, twisting my finger this way and that, massaging his rectum walls, feeling his sphincter tense and pulse beneath me, trying to expel the intrusion.

  I wouldn’t be deterred and instead, pushed two fingers in, savoring that dry feel and began a slow fuck, running my digits in and out as the man before me, hulking and muscular, grimaced with pleasure and pain, taking the drilling, savoring it even as he clenched and protested.

  “Oh god,” he groaned. “Feels so fucking wrong … and so fucking right.”

  And just whe
n he was about to come, his balls rising high, growing tight, I stopped because Cade pressed something into my hand. I stopped in awe at the warm plastic he’d slipped into my palm, the bulbs already slippery and wet. It was a ten inch dildo, clear, with small plastic nubs that grew larger in size as you progressed towards the handle. It was designed to stimulate, to tease, to fuck … and it had already been used.

  That’s right, Caleb had been fucking himself with it while I played with his brother, inserting the toy deep into his own ass to get it warmed up in preparation, and it was my job to deploy it now.

  With an evil grin, I pointed the tip straight at Cade’s black hole. The pucker was moist with my saliva but I knew it was going to be a tight stretch, the best kind of deep dive.

  The first few nubs went in easily. I’d opened his hole up with my fingers and tongue, plus there was the lube from my saliva. But the next few inches … god, the man struggled. His face scrunched up, the ecstasy excruciating, muscles tensing all over his big body as his brother stroked his thighs and back, murmuring encouragement.

  With teasing but insistent circling motions, I forced that toy into his butthole, plugging him, going slow until I heard a distinct pop and all ten inches were buried in the man. Oh yeah, gone deep, his chest heaving, only the little glossy pull-ring still visible from the outside.

  “You’ve done so well,” I cooed, massaging his balls, stroking that long hard shaft, circling my finger around the wet tip. “You’ve done amazing.”

  But Caden wasn’t done yet. Now that his brother was filled to the brim, he wanted to play as well.

  “Get up,” he commanded me. “I want to fuck you.”

  I rose, shedding my clothes along the way, gyrating like real stripper, teasing, rubbing my nipples, stroking my wet cunt as my brothers panted and watched. And at the last moment, I bent over, offering my pussy to Cade, showing him those moist folds, pulling myself open so that he could see the deep ruby rose inside.