Double Trouble, page 6
“Remember what it was like having sex on camera, little sister?” Roman murmured in my ear, caressing my curves while letting his hand wiggle against my cunt. “Remember how you let yourself go?”
I mewled into his mouth, desperate even though we only had a few minutes. My two brothers were so overwhelming, so charismatic and dominating, that I already wanted it. Their massive bulks filled the small space and their male essence making me weak in the knees.
“Just relax and be yourself,” murmured Ryder into my ear as he touched my breasts, tweaking a nipple through the soft fabric of my blouse. “You’re going to do fine,” he reassured me.
But evidently my brothers had decided that bringing me to orgasm would be the best way to help me relax. Roman pulled up my skirt, moaning as he saw my drenched panties, and pushed the silk to the side, baring my steaming cunt. My slit was pink and nubile, begging for a dick to ride.
And my brothers didn’t disappoint. Roman had his cock out in a flash, and with a swift movement, lifted me and dropped me, letting me sink down onto that hard, veiny shaft. It was like riding a giant wooden club, and I squealed and squirmed because he was so big, lifted in the air as my cunt struggled to accommodate his huge size.
“Unnnf!” I shrieked. I tried to muffle my cries, aware that the crew was outside waiting. But I unable to contain my cries of ecstasy because the pure pleasure was overwhelming. Roman had a solution though. Without pausing, he reached below, snapped off my panties and mashed them into a ball, holding them up to my face.
“Open, little sister,” he commanded.
Helplessly, I opened my mouth and he stuffed the panties inside my mouth, effectively gagging me. I felt so demeaned and yet horny at once, my brothers forcing me to eat my own pussy juice. But eagerly, I swallowed, tasting my moistness on the silk.
Chuckling, as if reading my thoughts, Ryder reached behind and stroked my buttocks.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it, little sis?” he asked, devilishly running his finger between my fleshy cheeks and stroking my crack before trailing tantalizingly to my back pucker.
I moaned, my cries stifled so that only a muffled shriek came out out. Oh god, it felt so good as his finger probed, tremors running through my rectum. My pucker opened and closed spasmodically, winking on its own. I hadn’t taken dick in my anus yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time – my education with my brothers was moving along at light speed.
And now Ryder burrowed a finger into my back passage as Roman pounded my pussy. I clung to my brothers for dear life, my arms locked around Roman’s neck as I deep-kissed Ryder, the fingering and fucking driving me over the edge.
Sure enough, I came hard, my pussy bearing down, clenching with mighty spasms on Roman’s dick. My eyes rolled back up in my head as I passed out for a moment, the little death overtaking me. But my brothers had me safe and secure in their arms, and when I came to, Roman was spurting hotly in me, his penis squirting rope after rope of ejaculate into my steamy cunt, creaming me with hot, viscous man milk.
Ryder too, had pulled out his dick, and was spurting semen onto my ass, groaning as he watched the white trickle over my buttocks, the fleshy mounds rosy and firm and coated with his cream. With an aroused moan, he trailed his finger through the juice and dragged it down to my pucker, massaging the fluid into the rim so that some of it entered my rectum.
And that’s how my brothers got me camera-ready that first time. They fucked me so hard that I was loose and uninhibited, and when we emerged from the bathroom, I had a dewy glow. I was flushed and relaxed from my brothers’ attentions, their semen dripping from my pussy and anus.
If the crew noticed something, they didn’t say anything, preferring instead to turn a blind eye. Besides, it wasn’t like there was any hard evidence. They’d seen my brothers and I disappear into a locked bathroom, but it’s not like they saw genitals or penetration. So I wasn’t worried because rumors are just that – rumors.
Our test shoot went fantastic from there on out, and I became a regular on House Emergency. The salary my brothers pay me is far more than what I earned as a nurse, and so long as we have sex first, I’m usually really great on TV as Roman’s assistant. I’ve discovered a talent for staging, including prepping houses for sale before an open house and overseeing the different aspects of interior design. It’s like a dream come true … and I know my brothers couldn’t agree more.
18
Ryder
I’m worried about the amount of passion surrounding us. Kyleigh’s overtaken us, physically and emotionally. It’s a complete surrender and my brother and I have never been at a woman’s mercy like this. Usually we’re cool customers. We use girls, play with them, bang them a bit, and then turn them loose. But with Kyleigh, it’s completely different. Our sister has moved into our bedroom and we’re pounding her two or three times a day now.
Not that it isn’t worth it. Kyleigh is a perfect twelve on a scale of one to ten. Her generous, curvy figure is exactly what Roman and I need, and it makes her relatable on TV too. Female viewers don’t want to see stick-thin models. They want to see someone who’s like them: pretty, charming, and smart, with a real-life body. So her ample curves and delicious rump are assets, both on-screen and off.
There are two things niggling my mind though. The first is that we haven’t been using protection, which is downright imbecilic. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with us because my brother and I are usually militant about shit like this. But we only managed to have the talk with Kyleigh last week.
“Sweetheart,” I said, tracing her breast as she rested between us, her beautiful nude form on display. “Are you using some type of protection?”
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at us.
“No, I’m not,” she said quietly, looking down at the bedspread, suddenly still. “Should I be?” she asked swiftly.
The normal answer would have been yes, accompanied by a bunch of cursing and yelling, and rants about why wasn’t she on the pill. Weren’t all modern women on the pill these days? But curiously neither Roman nor I felt the need to raise our voices. Actually, I felt a little relieved and excited, to tell the truth.
“Well, honey, you know what happens if protection isn’t used,” said Ryder, stroking a finger through her wet folds. We’d just had another incredible session, and there was semen beading on her vaginal lips with a small trail beginning to leak down her bottom. Ryder swept it up with his finger. “It means you’re going to get pregnant,” he rumbled, tasting her delicious fluid.
“Is that so terrible?” asked Kyleigh in a small voice. “I’ve always wanted to be a mother, and … well, I never thought that you’d be the fathers, but it’s not so bad, is it?” she asked softly. She tossed slightly on the bed, looking at us, her breasts jiggling and her pussy pink and wet.
I was seriously distracted by her wriggling, but tried to focus.
“Baby, we’ve always wanted to be dads too, but have you thought this through? I mean, it’s not just George and Teresa who’d have to be told. It’s the whole world. I mean, you’re going to be pregnant on TV with your stepbrothers’ baby. Are you ready for that?” I asked, as I positioned myself between her thighs.
“Oh!” Kyleigh sighed, as I bent my head to take a sip from her pussy, lapping up a cream pie. “I … I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I mean, I want a baby, but it is a lot of responsibility and you’re right,” she admitted. “It’ll be scandalous when the truth gets out. But I’m not pregnant yet,” she said with a smile. “Why don’t we just enjoy it and see what happens? Maybe there’s no need to worry.”
“Honey,” Roman said as I sucked at her sweet folds, “You’re a twenty-three year-old fertile female, and we’re two virile alpha males. If you’re not pregnant yet, you’re going to be soon,” he promised, a gleam in his eye. “So are you saying that you’re ready to be a mom?”
“Ohhh!” she squealed, as I pushed my tongue into her hole, curling the tip. “I … I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
“Hmm,” said Roman. “We’ll have to talk about this more then.”
That was that. I meant to make an appointment for Kyleigh with the gynecologist to talk about family planning and that sort of thing, but I’d put it off. Fuck, our sister used to be an ob/gyn nurse so she should know all that shit, but I wanted someone to really sit down and make her think it through. Heck, I wanted someone to sit down with me and work through the decision tree. But if I’m honest with myself, I already know what I want – I’m excited to see if the curvy girl gets pregnant. God, the thought of that beautiful figure swelling with our child? It made me horny and proud at once.
The second thing that has me worried is the House Emergency crew. To get Kyleigh ready for the camera, we touch and stroke her before filming to get her relaxed and uninhibited. That first time in the bathroom had just been the beginning. Since then, we’ve rented a trailer and use it all the time, the wheels bouncing and jouncing as we violate our beautiful step before she goes on camera.
That’s the issue. We can’t keep doing this because it’s too obvious that we’re in a relationship with someone who’s technically family. The House Emergency staff must know that we’re doing the dirty with our step on set. Roman’s not worried, pointing out that these people are on our payroll. But it’s so twisted and dirty, you know? Any of them could sell a story to The National Enquirer one day, and just take the money and run.
I’m doubly freaked out because of what happened to the Duggar family. One day you’re preaching family values, and the next, your son confesses to molesting his sisters, and you’re dumped by the network. Every advertiser who ever supported you is singing sayonara, and there are no more paychecks on the horizon. So you can bet I’m nervous as all hell.
As a result, we’ve been trying to wean Kyleigh off of the pre-film sessions. We’ve been working to loosen her inhibitions in other ways, but it’s been tough. The first thing we tried was aromatherapy, and it backfired.
“No!” she squealed, as I lit an incense censer in our trailer. She got up to open the windows, laughing at my efforts. “Ryder, seriously,” she said, fanning the smoke away. “This is no substitute for having you in my body.”
“Honey, we can’t be having sex non-stop with other people around,” I rumbled, trying to pour some essential oil into a diffuser. I wanted to set up the sticks so that the smell would permeate the trailer. “If aromatherapy helps you relax in front of the camera, then it’s worth a try,” I reasoned.
“Hmmm,” said the little girl, striding over to the diffuser sticks, playing with them and running her fingers lightly over the tips. “They do smell really good,” she said slyly. Slowly, as I watched, she pulled her skirt up until her bare snatch was revealed. Fuck! When had our little girl stopped wearing panties? But Kyleigh was way ahead of us. Making sure she had our attention, she took one of the reeds from the diffuser and sucked on the tip a bit, murmuring, “Mmm, this tastes good.”
Kyleigh then spread her legs and inserted the reed into her cunt, playing with her clit before sliding the thin pole into her hole. The visual was fucking astounding. Here was our slutty girl, inserting anything and everything into her pussy. Oh shit.
But there was more. Bending over, she stuck her ass in the air so that the stick jutted out obscenely, quivering with a draft from the window.
“Roman, Ryder,” she purred, licking her lips lasciviously. “Stick a few more sticks in?” she cooed.
You can guess how that ended. Of course, Roman and I inserted every stick we could into that pussy, jamming her up with our tongues, fingers and fuckpoles, going at it again and again while letting that juicy cunt do its job. As a result, our sister won again, thwarting our efforts to be discreet in front of the crew. But still, my reservations haven’t gone away. This is a massive problem because the show is our livelihood, and if people realize that we’ve fallen in love with our sister, then we’re doomed.
19
Roman
My brother and I are wary on all fronts about the potential exposure of our sibling relationship. I mean, an incestuous pregnancy on TV? It’s nuts if you think about it. But inside, I’m over the moon at the thought of Kyleigh pregnant with our baby. The little girl is the sweetest, most seductive woman I’ve ever met, and the thought of our sister swelling with our seed makes me so proud.
The conversation about telling our parents was ridiculous. Kyleigh wanted to inform Teresa and George that we were making love, but Ryder and I were totally opposed to the idea.
“Baby, it’s not a good idea,” I said firmly.
“Why not?” she asked innocently. “If I get pregnant, they’re going to know anyways. They’d be grandparents to the child.”
Yeah, I guess that was true, but Kyleigh wasn’t pregnant yet.
“Honey,” reasoned Ryder. “Teresa and George are elderly. Something like this could kill them,” he said persuasively.
Kyleigh stared at him. “Ryder, you definitely don’t know my mom. She had an affair, survived an ugly divorce, won a custody battle, and is still going strong traveling the world. Something like this is just another bump in the road. She won’t even blink,” Kyleigh said wryly.
But I shook my head no. “Baby, we can’t let you,” I said slowly. “There’s more to the picture than you think,” I intimated.
“What else could there be?” said Kyleigh, her eyes searching mine. “Is there something you haven’t told me?”
“Listen, just don’t, okay?” snapped Ryder. Kyleigh jumped back. This was the first time he’d ever been cross with her, and the sudden snarl was unexpected and hurtful. Our sister’s cheeks flushed and I could see the sheen of tears in her eyes.
“Listen,” I rumbled, stepping in. “Just drop it okay, baby? Don’t mention it to our parents. We’ll save the revelation for another day.”
Her head dropped like a rose too heavy for its stem, defeated and lost. Unable to help myself, I gave her a sweet kiss.
“Listen sweetheart, we’ll make it up to you,” I promised.
She turned her face away, unwilling to look at me for a moment, but I was undeterred. I gave her another kiss, catching her chin in my fingers. This time the kiss was deeper and more insistent. “We’ll give it to you up your backside,” I promised.
Kyleigh gasped. We’d been playing with her anus for a while, probing it during sex. I’ve definitely inserted my fingers into her bottom when she was turned-on, and she’d learned to like it. Well it seemed like she liked it, judging from the way she’d bounce her rump hard against our fingers, grinding down, moaning and whimpering as she was violated. But we’d never put our dicks up there, despite her pleas. Maybe this was a good time to let her experience some taboo play.
Slowly, I helped her out of her gown. Kyleigh was wearing a sheer peach chiffon number with kitten heels. Her wardrobe has gotten so much better since she moved in with us. Not only did she dress better because she was on TV, but also because Ryder and I absolutely hate seeing a beautiful woman in ugly clothes. It’s just a travesty to see such lush beauty covered in unattractive cloth.
As I pulled the material from her body, it was like the waves revealing Venus riding on sea foam. Kyleigh was so perfect in every way. Her skin was pure peaches and cream; her breasts full and luscious; and her hips swayed with a feminine air.
“Jesus,” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away.
Ryder was the same. He was completely silent, although his cock punched at his fly, his dong clearly pressed up against his left side, almost wrapping around his waist it was so big and fleshy.
I decided I wanted to use her mouth first. I unsnapped my jeans, setting my cockpole free and beckoned to Kyleigh.
“Here, little girl,” I commanded, kneeling on the bed. Obediently, she got on her hands and knees, and I rubbed my cock against her cheek. She was so soft and warm that my penis jerked prematurely, almost ready to spurt right then and there. But I wanted her juicy wetness first.
I let her take the head into her mouth. Her lips pursed sweetly, surrounding my glans with their pink glossiness, the suction almost too much to bear. Teasingly, she ran her tongue around the circumference of my head, rubbing against that sensitive spot on the bottom, and my brain almost exploded. A bit of pre-cum smeared her cheek as she nuzzled me, like a mini-facial.
But the little girl wanted to get dicked in the face first. She slowly wormed her way down my shaft, relaxing her throat like I taught her, her soft palate grazing my head as it made its way in and then plugged her throat. I went deep down her esophagus.
“Fuck baby, you’re amazing,” I breathed, stroking her hair as she choked a bit, trying to stifle her gag reflex. The sight of the nude woman on her hands and knees with my pole buried to the balls in her mouth caused my scrotum to rise and my dick to jerk reflexively, releasing a gush of pre-cum into her mouth.
Meanwhile Ryder had decided to do a faceplant in her pussy. Kneeling behind her, he had his entire face pressed between her cheeks, tonguing that pussy like mad. He was so deep in her twat that he was probably drowning. But I could hear all sorts of obscene slurping and licking as Kyleigh’s pussy gushed. He stimulated her folds, tracing his tongue over her clit while tongue-fucking her puss.
“Oh!” she cried, shivering, her boobs swaying lusciously as Ryder worked her from behind. By now, my rod was so far in that strings of saliva seeped from the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, and her eyes were wide and wild from the stuffing.
Ryder chuckled behind her, breathing in her scent and abruptly got up and positioned himself behind her, grabbing her hips.
“Baby, I’m going lube myself in you, and then we’ll go for the back hole, yeah?” he rumbled.
