#BABYMACHINE: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But the surprises weren’t over. With a mighty roar, Cain came, his hips shooting forward and giving her one final drill, punching into that little vag with a hard ream, his face and chest clenched in a mask of agony.

  But his control was amazing because he pulled out on the next stroke, great gusts of sperm shooting over her boobs and stomach, coating the girl in a filmy white, the sticky cum the best type of bath.

  And I really lost my balance this time, landing hard on the floor with a thunk. Because Cain too, had an equally big donkey dong, another fifteen inches of pure masculine pleasure, made for pounding women until they passed out.

  I could hardly believe it. My steps were massively endowed … and I’d never get a chance to taste for myself.

  Instead, I pretended. Not even bothering to get up, I thrust my fingers between my legs and began stroking. Oh god … oh god. I pictured myself as the girl, a massive cock in my mouth, another in my puss, being drilled on both ends.

  I’d stretch and then stretch some more, making room for thirty inches, enjoying the pure penis power, taking it deep both sides.

  And without further ado, I came hard on my fingers, my little twat spasming, clenching down on my fingers, seizing in pulsations of pleasure. I could feel shocks start from my clit and shoot outwards, ending in the tips of my fingers and toes, making me deliciously electrified, my breath coming hard.

  As I came to, I realized where I was. Sprawled on the floor outside my brothers’ bedroom as the banging continued inside. It was insane … and deliciously dirty.

  They hadn’t noticed me at all, they were so into in their threesome that my gasps and pants outside hadn’t penetrated the sex fog. I could see now that they had the girl bent over their desk as they inspected her pussy, her back lips pulled wide, the pink flesh pulsing and juicy, cream running down her thigh.

  “She looks appetizing, doesn’t she?” remarked Cain. His dick was already at full mast again, like he hadn’t come just five minutes ago.

  “Oh yeah, brother,” grunted Colt. “And I’m going to pound her hard,” he said, one hand fingering her folds, slowly pushing a finger in as the girl squealed again.

  And I couldn’t do anything but watch. I lay on the floor, barely breathing, my hands between my legs as my steps drilled the girl over and over again … wishing it were me.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Colt

  Karlie’s a funny one. She’s curvy and cute, with no idea of how tempting she looks.

  I remember the first time we saw her. My dad had asked us to come straight home after school.

  “Shit,” said Cain. “What does that guy want now?”

  “Who knows?” I shrugged dismissively. “We have practice anyways.”

  I was referring to the Saratoga Eagles football team. Cain and I are star players, I’m quarterback and Cain is our best receiver. It’s fucking awesome to be us on a Friday night.

  But later that evening, a surprise met us as soon as we opened the door.

  “Colt, Cain,” called my dad from the drawing room. “Over here.”

  Now before you say “WTF is a drawing room,” let me explain. Jerry left our mom when we were kids, leaving her to raise us by herself, and it was rough. One day he went off to work, business as usual … and he didn’t come home. Not that night, not the night after, and not for fifteen years.

  But he rolled into town a couple months ago, CEO of some conglomerate. Turns out his company was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by some huge behemoth with Jerry as its head. He’s rich as Midas now, with a giant ego to boot, always trying to show off or show someone up.

  So yeah, Jerry’s got billions and he bought an estate when he sailed back into town. Waverly is huge with ten bedrooms and ten baths, which is a little extravagant. After all, who needs ten bathrooms? It’s just the three of us in the house … if you don’t count the twenty people on staff.

  “Hey hey hey!” boomed Jerry’s voice upon seeing us in the doorway. “Come in boys!”

  I hated when he acted jovial, it was so fake. But we dropped our heavy equipment bags with thumps, uncaring where they landed. I hope they scuffed the wood floors, tore up his fancy carpets.

  There was a woman with him, thin and blonde, with an adoring smile directed at my dad.

  “Boys, let me introduce you,” he said. “This is Karla, my fiancée.”

  Cain and I looked at each other. WTF? Who was this chick?

  But it was true. The woman held out her hand to us, her dainty wrist limp, the nails long and red, a giant diamond on her finger.

  “Hello Colt, hello Cain,” she said, her voice dripping like honey. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard sooo much about you.”

  My brother and I shared a glance, puzzled.

  “Oh yeah?” drawled Cain, “Where from?”

  I nodded. Where from indeed?

  Karla giggled, shooting my dad a cheeky glance.

  “From work of course! I am … I mean, I was your dad’s secretary. I’ve been working for Jerry for six months and baby, it was so good, so smooth, we just had to make it permanent, didn’t we?”

  My stomach dropped, I literally felt sick seeing this. This was disgusting, my dad was a lech, banging his secretary. Was she pregnant? Was that why Jerry was putting a ring on it?

  But even worse, it brought back memories because this how Cain and I came into existence. Once upon a time, our mom Barbara had been Jerry’s assistant, when he had no money and she was practically working for free. And look how that had turned out.

  So I was fucking pissed, about to stalk out, ignore the couple completely when another woman stepped out of the shadows from behind the simpering pair. She’d been standing to the right, so still, so silent, that Cain and I hadn’t noticed her, her big eyes watchful, her expression somber.

  “Oh right,” laughed Jerry, “how could I forget? This is Karla’s daughter Karlie, your new stepsister.”

  Was this some joke? Karla and Karlie? Really? Were we being pranked?

  But the girl was completely different from her mom. Curvy with auburn hair, she had giant Double D’s and a luscious ass, shown off in a purple cocktail dress. Damn but she looked good in that outfit, creamy thighs peeking out beneath the hem, long legs that glimmered, and wow, that ass. Kind of like dessert, ready to be eaten by a male animal ... or two male animals in this case.

  But Karlie wasn’t shaken by our stares. She looked back at us like she knew us already, her brown eyes luminous, observing everything.

  “Hi,” she said quietly. “I’m starting at XM tomorrow, senior transfer.”

  “Oh yeah?” I drawled. “That’s harsh, coming in the middle of senior year.”

  “Yeah, you couldn’t stay at your old school for the last six months?” added Cain, looking at Karla.

  But our new stepmom brushed it off with a wave of her hand.

  “Oh, Jerry and I are so eager to get married, it doesn’t matter does it Karlie?” she said. “Your old friends are just an hour away, you can still see them.”

  Karlie didn’t answer, instead gazing out the window with a faraway look in her eyes. Damn, she was beautiful. The flush on her cheek was hot, and the way her chin was set told me something. Yeah, Karla had probably forced her daughter to transfer, she was so eager to get her paws on Jerry’s money.

  “No worries,” said my brother smoothly, “You’ll like it here. You doing any extracurriculars?”

  And the little girl looked at him swiftly, turning thoughtful, intelligent eyes to my twin.

  “I’m into photography,” she said slowly. “I’m hoping to join the yearbook staff, maybe get to know some folks by doing shoots.”

  That was interesting, but before we could comment my dad interrupted.

  “Will you be covering the sports section?” boomed Jerry. “Because Colt and Cain are hotshots on the football team, you’re going to need a fast shutter to catch them in action,” he hee-hawed, chuckling at
his own joke.

  Karla giggled like a groupie, and I tried not to grimace. It was painful to see the blonde kissing his ass, practically fondling his balls with those long, red talons.

  But my brother kept going.

  “Who are your favorite photographers?” he asked casually.

  I wasn’t expecting her to know anyone, photography is a casual hobby for most people, but Karlie took a moment and answered carefully.

  “Well, I like Arthur Morris and David Muench,” she said. “I think the depth of their images coupled with insightful captions makes for an interesting read. Maybe you’ve heard of them?”

  I chuckled inside. Little did she know, but Cain and I are amateur photographers as well, we’re into shooting with old-school cameras and posting our work to Instagram.

  And it’s kinda cool, really. We’re often at the beach, catching the waves, surfing and taking pictures of the sea and our surroundings. The swells are awesome, and if you get the right filter, it’s almost surreal. We’re hoping to get one of our shots into the Patagonia catalogue some day.

  But in the meantime, the girl had piqued our interest.

  “Sure, we’ve heard of them,” I drawled. “In fact, I saw Morris’s latest spread in National Geographic. Pretty awesome, loved the sharp-edged images of stalactites and stalagmites at Carlsbad Caverns.”

  It was turn for Karlie to stare at us curiously.

  “Oh you saw that cover?” she asked, cocking her head in the cutest of ways. “I thought he over-exposed it a little, but I guess it’s open to interpretation.”

  “It was a little overdone,” I agreed, nodding my head, “but it brings out the fluorescents. He couldn’t have captured those with a regular filter.”

  Growing respect dawned in her eyes, and she nodded.

  “I’ve never thought of it that way, but I’ll take another look,” she said. “Do you use a stop-flash?”

  But my dad interrupted, intent on controlling the conversation.

  “So will you be covering sports?” Jerry boomed. “Because I can get you a press pass to shoot from the sidelines.”

  My brother snorted under his breath, Jerry was needlessly pompous, offering press passes to a high school game. And Cain’s guffaw wasn’t lost on Karlie either. She shot a swift look at us before replying, “Mr. McKesson, I’ll talk to the yearbook staff tomorrow and see if they need someone to cover the sports section. If so, I’ll definitely take you up on that press pass.”

  “You let me know,” said Jerry in that bombastic voice again, winking like a cowboy. “Daddy McKesson has it all covered. In the meantime, why don’t we break to the dining room? I’ve worked up an appetite from all this talk,” he said, swinging a big paw around Karla’s waist, unsubtly groping her ass.

  “Eeee!” squealed Karla. “Jerry, you’re so funny!” she said breathily, wiggling her hips and giving him coy look. “Come on kids, let’s have our first family dinner.”

  And the three of us shared a glance before trailing them out. Hopefully our parents wouldn’t embarrass us any further, but even if they did, I was already feeling hungry ….

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Karlie

  The dinner was every bit as horrible as I’d imagined. First, was my totally inappropriate attire. I’d never met Jerry McKesson before and when mom mentioned that we were going to Waverly Mansion for dinner, I’d felt my heart drop.

  “Why?” I asked. “Why do we have to go to dinner with your boss? Don’t you see him enough at work?”

  “Karlie,” she’d frowned. “You know my work is really important to me. If the boss calls, you have to be ready to go, and in this case Mr. McKesson has invited us to dinner at the big house.”

  “But why me?” I asked, puzzled. “I mean, can’t you just go over to his place by yourself?”

  It made sense. Sometimes mom went over to his mansion after hours. I’d always figured she was working late, helping him organize files or something like that.

  But my mom just pooh-poohed it.

  “Oh Karlie, you’re always thinking too much,” she said dismissively. “An invitation is an invitation, especially from a powerful man like Jerry. Come on, let’s figure out what you’re going to wear.”

  Shaking my head, I sighed resignedly. I love my mom but she can be an airhead sometimes. She’s always gotten by on her looks, and at forty, she was still pretty although getting a little harsh around the edges. Her blonde hair was starting to silver, and the red lipstick she always wore … well, if you wanted to be the Joker for Halloween, my mom could teach you how to do the mouth part of your costume.

  But even more awful were the outfits she started pulling from her closet.

  “How about this one?” she said, holding up a sparkly blue number.

  “Mom, no!” I said dumbfounded. It wasn’t just the sparkles that made it horrible, like an Ice Capades costume or something Elsa from Frozen would wear. It was the fact that the vee went practically down to the navel, stopping only at the waistband. I shook my head vehemently.

  “Why not?” she asked, studying the outfit. “This dress is so nice, it suits your figure, you’ll fill it out well.”

  I sighed. That was the problem exactly – I’d overfill it.

  “Mom, you’ll never understand,” I said, shaking my head. “First, I don’t have your body. I’m curvy Ma, that dress would make my tits look huge, it’s so tight around the bust. Second, I’m not going to Waverly in a cocktail dress. It’s to meet your boss, Mom, it’s a business meeting.”

  “Karlie, please,” said my mom with a disdainful air. “You’d look fantastic in this and I can’t let you wear one of those floral sacks in your closet. How about this lavender one instead?” she said holding up another dress.

  This one was only marginally better. The skirt was so short that I knew I’d have to keep tugging it down around my ass, but at least it was covered in front. I sighed, giving in, hopefully we’d be seated the entire time.

  “Fine,” I said shortly. I just wanted to get this over with. “I’ll put it on, meet you down in five.”

  “Perfect,” purred my mom. “Don’t forget to put on those high heels I got you, they match your dress,” she singsonged, sailing out on a whiff of perfume.

  I shook my head again, shutting the door behind her. I loved my mom, but sometimes the things she asked of me … god. And the dress was every bit as awful as I’d imagined. The hem was so short you could practically see my butt cheeks when I walked, jiggling with each step. And the bust. Well, I was busting out, that was the only way to put it.

  I sighed again, heading downstairs. At least the dinner would be short, and I’d get back in time for some TV and relaxation.

  But when we rang the doorbell of the big house, I got the surprise of my life. Jerry McKesson, billionaire extraordinaire, answered himself. What happened to butlers, footmen, and all the trappings of being rich? But my mom didn’t seem shocked at all.

  “Honey,” purred my mom when Jerry answered the door. “It’s so good to see you,” she said, kissing him on the lips. Was this how people acted with their bosses?

  “You too, sweetheart,” he growled, swinging her up by the hips. Sweetheart? WTF? But the big man just continued. “And is this the lucky girl?”

  “It is,” Karla replied. “This is my daughter Karlie.”

  “Karlie and Karla, isn’t that cute?” growled Jerry, his arm slung around my mom’s shoulders. “Come in, mi casa es su casa,” he said, planting a kiss on my mom’s neck. Again, it was like I was in some kind of carnival funhouse, the cues from Jerry and Karla were off … way off.

  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.�
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  “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.