Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(5)

My brother and I exchanged a glance.

"How much do you need?" I asked, curious. I mean, Trinity was an expensive place but could it be more expensive than USC?

"Forty-six thousand," said our sister, her eyes downcast, a glimmer of  tears shining in those big brown pools. "Forty-six thousand that I'll  never get."

My brother shot me a look and I knew exactly what he was thinking.  Forty-six was a lot, but it wouldn't be a problem. With our little porn  production shindig, we were raking in hundreds of thousands each month,  and another fifty or so wouldn't be a big deal  …  especially to help our  sister.

"Little sis," began Stryke, his voice gentle and calm. "I think we have a solution for you," he said.

Melanie looked up swiftly.

"You do?" she asked. "Please, I'll do anything to stay in school, I never thought of myself as a drop-out," she said tearily.

"Yeah, we have some ideas," Stryke continued. "And they all involve taking your clothes off  …  for us."





CHAPTER EIGHT


Melanie




I gasped with shock. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, my  twin stepbrothers had pretty much admitted that they were running a  porn distribution outfit, complete with producing original content. It's  just that we were family. And what did that mean, "taking off my  clothes for them"?

As if sensing my unspoken question, Stryke continued.

"We make a lot Melly," he said gently. "It's all legal, everyone's  legit, no underage girls or any shit like that. But it involves sex  …   lots of it," he added.

"Do you mean dancing at the Donkey Club?" I asked tremulously. I had no  problem with that, that's what I'd originally intended after all.

"Yeah, that, but maybe a little more, too. If you're into it, that is," said Saxon gently.

I looked between my brothers, their blue gazes so penetrating yet warm  at the same time. I could feel myself flushing, my core heating,  moistening in the vicinity of these two alpha males.

"What exactly were you thinking?" I asked softly.

"Nothing specific just yet," said Saxon vaguely. "Let's just get to the tryouts," he added.         

     



 

I'd been ready for this. "Shoot," I said, mentally steeling myself. I  was prepared to answer any questions they had up their sleeve.

But my brothers shared an amused glance.

"Melly," said Sax gently. "We need you to take off your clothes  …  because we're going to fuck you, hard."

WHAT? WTF? My shock must have shown on my face because my brothers chuckled.

"Baby, it's pretty standard in the adult industry to do live auditions.  We have you on tape playing with a toy, but we need to get you on film  with a man. And Sax and I, we do our own auditions," said Stryke, his  voice playful.

Holy shit! The dildo hadn't been enough? What had I gotten myself into?

But Sax ran a soothing hand over my hip and said, "We're not so bad, are  we? Lots of other girls have no trouble at all," he said silkily.

And fuck, that was the thing. I was so turned on by my brothers, the  thought of the illicit touching, licking and kissing, that I felt myself  melting. I wanted to do it. I wanted to have sex with them, feel them  all over my body, in my body, maybe even in my ass. Perhaps I was just  fooling myself, but I found myself nodding, meekly adding, "Sure, so  long as you guys help me with my tuition?"

My brothers shared an amused glance before Stryke smiled, leaning over to give me a deep kiss.

"Honey, you've got a four-year all expenses paid ride if you cooperate," he growled deep into my throat.

And I gave up to the warmness of his caresses, his big hands trailing my  curves, worming underneath my heavy sweatshirt to touch my breasts,  grazing the undersides before jiggling them tantalizingly.

"Baby, you're built just right," he whispered in my ear. "The Double  D's, the wet cunny, you're perfect for the camera," he breathed.

And it made me feel so confident, so female, so good. With a mewl, I let  my brothers pull my sweatshirt off, shaking my breasts free, and then  pull the tight jeans off my legs, stroking my long, golden pins as they  were revealed. Finally, I stood before them in a tiny pink bra and panty  set, the moisture seeping from between my legs, a dark spot visible at  my crotch.

And my brothers were fixated on the sight.

"Dance," commanded Sax, and I started gyrating obediently.

Running my hands through my hair, I gave them with a smoldering gaze,  running my tongue over my lips, picturing their dicks in my mouth, their  cocks in my cunny. Slowly, I reached around to unfasten my bra, letting  it pop free, my girls spilling out. That's one of the things about  being a curvy vixen  –  we've got mountains and valleys in all the right  places, no anorexic model-types here.

Once my boobs were free, I shook them right and left, letting them  jiggle, my tits bouncing up and down, the creamy flesh like smooth  vanilla mounds. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger over the areola of one,  then the other, circling those deep pink nips, watching as my brothers'  eyes hardened with lust, their bodies like rocks as I pranced  seductively.

Keeping full eye contact, I lifted one of my tits to my mouth and licked the nipple, before doing the same with the other.

"Ohhh fuck," groaned Sax. I could see the material at his groin twitching and I giggled a bit, smiling seductively at him.

But Stryke wasn't to be outdone. He unzipped his zipper and a massive  twelve-inch cock popped out. I almost stopped dancing, I was so shocked  at the size of that dong. I mean, I've had sex before, but twelve  inches? I couldn't take that in my cunny, it was going to be pure hell.

As if reading my thoughts, Stryke smiled at me, devilishly licking his  palm before lubing up that monster, rubbing his hand up and down. And oh  my god, my cunny started loosening, gushing with anticipated pleasure,  eager to straddle him and try.

But I wasn't done dancing yet. Slowly, I turned around and bent over,  pushing my ass out for them to see. My butt cheeks are my crowning  glory. They're firm and round, squeezable but not saggy, with just the  amount of heft to make men cry. I shook my hips, making my ass bounce up  and down before swaying right and left, the meaty flesh yummy and  tasty.

Finally, I began edging my g-string off. I have to admit, this was a  delicate maneuver. I was so wet by now that the material was completely  soaked through, the pink fabric so drenched it was stuck to my lips.  Slowly, slowly, I eased the lace over my hips, pulling the string away  before removing the tiny triangle.         

     



 

And this is where I got them. I know they'd been expecting me to dance  around nude some more, but I wanted to give them something special.  Without dropping eye contact, I brought the lace to my nose, sniffing  gently, before running my tongue against the crotch of my panties,  licking my own pussy juice.

"Mmm," I murmured, batting my lashes seductively. "Delicious."

Slowly, I began eating the g-string, slipping the material into my  mouth, moaning as I gagged myself with my own cream. My brothers watched  raptly, not even beating their dicks now, they were so fucking  mesmerized by the show.

"Fuck she's a whore," ground out Stryke.

"Fuuuuuck," was all Sax could manage.

And they were on me in a flash. Both my steps were naked in a New York  second, their male physiques perfect, all tanned, toned flesh, carved  like wood. They spun me around and pushed me down so that they could  inspect my cunny from the back, running their big fingers through my  folds.

"Fuck, she's perfect," said one.

"Tastes fucking good," said the other, as he slurped his fingers, sniffing that aromatic female cream.

And with a thrust, one of them shoved his dick into my cunt. I screamed  at the penetration. I didn't know which of my brothers had done it, but  this was the biggest dong I'd ever ridden in my teenage life, and it  literally lifted me up in the air, it was so huge. I struggled and  squealed, impaled like a roasted pig, trying to edge down a bit, willing  my twat juices to flow, helping me lube this monster.

"Shhh, shhh," soothed a male voice, hands reaching around to fondle my  breasts, tweaking my nipples and squeezing that creamy flesh. "We'll  help you take us sister, all in good time."

And I squealed again, still squirming on that donkey dong, but calmer  now. The initial penetration had been shocking. I was totally stuffed  and full, although I knew I hadn't taken anywhere near the entire shaft,  and I moaned lustily, reaching my hands back to part my butt cheeks,  inviting them in for more.

"That's it," one of them chuckled, and the dick edged in further,  exploring my vaginal channel, making me moan and toss, my little pussy  used and abused.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I shuddered beneath them. Just when I thought the dick was all the way in, I felt something probe at my lips.