Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(7)

"Oh you!" I giggled, swatting his thigh, purposefully brushing his  package with my tiny hand. I felt his groin twitch gratifyingly and  reveled in the power I had over my brothers.

"Aren't we going to start filming soon?" I asked. My brothers were still  going to Intercon every morning, doing their jobs. But oddly, they  hadn't asked me to star in any productions yet although I knew they'd  begun filming the "Naughty Schoolgirls" video. Wasn't I sexy enough?

"We're going to bring you in slowly," Sax reassured me, stroking my  hair, dropping a finger down to trail against my shoulder. "Not quite  yet though, the time's not right."

"Okay, just let me know when," I said with a sunny smile. "Because I've got to get back to Virginia for mid-terms soon."

"No worries, little sister," he murmured, this time his finger creeping  under my bikini top and rubbing the underside of my breast. "Fly back  east if you need to, we can always splice your scenes in later," he  reassured me.

And I quit talking because Saxon had popped my boobs out of my bikini  top and was stroking my nipple now, making me moan and writhe in ecstasy  on the lounger. Unsurprisingly, the session devolved into another  joining of our bodies, hot cum and vaginal juice dripping everywhere,  smearing us, the deck, the chair.         

     



 

But Lauren's voice on the phone later that day brought me back to reality with a jolt.

"Are you coming back for the Anthro 1 exam?" she asked. "I hear it's  going to be pretty easy, probably A's and B's for everyone."

Oh shit, I'd forgotten. But I was actually somewhat prepared for that one, so it should be okay.

"I'll be back in town Wednesday," I affirmed. "Pick me up from the airport?"

"Sure no problem," said my roommate. "And Mel," she added. "There have  been some frat boys acting weird, asking questions about you. Do you  know Matt and Rick from Sigma Chi?"

Hmm, that was odd. I'd been to one of their house parties a month or two ago, but those names didn't ring a bell.

"No, but who knows?" I said with a shrug. "Maybe they just wanted to borrow notes or something."

"Okay, just wanted to let you know," she replied. "Cool, I'll see you Wednesday," she chirped before hanging up.

I didn't want to leave California and my brothers. But now that Saxon  and Stryke were covering my tuition, it was even more important to do  well and graduate.





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Melanie




Ah, Virginia. It was nothing like California, the sun mild instead of  bright, the quad filled with leafy trees and imposing stone buildings. I  liked it. I'd forgotten how regal Trinity was, the elite, private  school feel permeating my bones.

I logged onto my computer and immediately received a "ping" in gchat from a user named johnc1995.

"Hey girl," the message read. "Shake that a$$, luv seeing you on-screen."

Whatevs. Probably just some horny dude in Indonesia spamming whoever and whatever, hoping to get a reply.

But another anonymous chat request came in minutes later, this time from Bobbyboy321.

"So is your stage name MelMelMel?" read the text. "Or was that just a random tag?"

What the? Who were these dudes and what were they talking about?

"Lauren," I called. "What were the names of those two frat boys you mentioned over the phone?"

"Matt Parker and Rick Donovan," she replied, glancing up from her textbook. "Why? Did they contact you?"

"No," I replied. "But two anonymous dickheads just spammed me. Probably just randoms," I sighed.

To be sure though, I flipped over to Trinity's online facebook and  looked up the two Sigma Chi guys. They were meatheads, typical frat boy  types wearing backwards baseball caps with sloppy grins. Good-looking in  their own cocky way, but definitely not desperate enough to be sending  misspelled, poorly punctuated gchat texts.

But things just got weirder as the day went on. As I walked to campus  for the exam, people stared at me, standing in huddles, stopping to  whisper as I walked past. Wtf? Maybe it was my imagination.

But it was even worse when I walked into the classroom. A hush descended  over the crowd, and people literally turned around in their seats to  look at me, craning their necks my way. Fortunately, the exam was about  to begin, so I took a seat in the back and pulled out my blue book,  reminding myself to focus on the task at hand.

But the whispers and weird looks started up again after the exam was  over. Walking back to my dorm, again I noticed hushed voices and curious  looks from total strangers, people I didn't know. Okay, this was  definitely not my imagination and was getting seriously creepy.

When I got back, Lauren stopped me at the door, her face pale.

"Mel," she said slowly. "There's something you need to see."

She swiveled her monitor so that it faced me, and surfed over to a  website called Nubile Girls. Oh my god. She scrolled down to a still,  and all I could see was a cunny held apart by fingers, the folds  dripping and wet. Frankly, it looked kinda hot.

"So what?" I asked. "What does this have to do with me?"

Instead of answering, Lauren pressed play. Moans began to filter out  …   breathy, sexy, feminine, and all too familiar. I froze in shock,  desperate to stop this from happening, telling myself this was some kind  of horrific nightmare. But the camera panned up, tracing over that  creamy body, lovingly zooming in on the brunette's breasts before  capturing her face. It was me! There was live video of me on the  internet, masturbating for the world to see!         

     



 

"What the fuck!" I screamed. "This is my audition video for the Donkey Club! How could it have gotten out?" I shrieked.

"I have no idea," rushed Lauren. "I swear, I don't know. It must have  been that skeeze Ralph  …  but Mel, I have no idea why. I mean, he sees  dozens of girls a week, he's gotta have hundreds of these videos. Why  would he leak yours?"

The blood drained from my face and I hyperventilated, an iron vise  constricting around my chest, my heart beating so loud that it thundered  in my ears. I sat on my bed, trying to think straight while images of  my naked, flushed body continued to twist on screen.

Holy fucking shit. This is why people had been staring at me. I'd been  outed as a stripper, or even worse, as a porn actress. How had this  happened? I started crying, my shoulders heaving uncontrollably, the  sobs so hard and fierce that they made my chest hurt, my throat  squeezing shut so I could barely breathe.

"I'm going to be labeled a stripper and a whore! My life is over," I wailed, not caring who heard in our dorm.

Lauren came to sit beside me.

"Mel, calm down," she pleaded. "I mean, I'm sure we can get the tape  back, ask the site to take down the video, whatever. It's not that bad."

That didn't make me feel better and I turned on her in a rage.

"Not that bad? What the hell are you talking about? This is your fucking  fault!" I screamed. "I only did the audition because you said  everything was going to be fine! And now look what's happened  …  I'm a  whore for the entire student body to see!"

"I know, I know, I know," she soothed, trying to calm me. "I swear I had  no idea. Ralph has a tape of me as well, I don't know why he leaked  yours."

But I was inconsolable.

"What do I do now?" I shrieked, the hysteria making my voice shrill and  harpy-like. "Tell me! Tell me what I do now with my life since I'm the  official Trinity fuckslut!"

"We'll call Ralph," she said hurriedly. "I'm sure he can pull some strings and get that video taken down."

I sat on my bed, sobbing as my head spun. Ralph was a mid-level manager,  seedy and disreputable. The people that I needed were my brothers  …   stet.

"Get out," I snarled at Lauren. "Get out of my sight, now." And she  scrambled away, trying to get out of the line of fire, giving me my  space.

When Saxon picked up, I was already hiccupping into the receiver.

"Melly? Sister?" he rumbled, his voice concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Brother," I said pitifully. "Someone  …  someone leaked my audition tape  for the Donkey Club to some porn site, and now everyone at school thinks  I'm a porn star," I cried into the phone. "People were looking at me  like I was some kind of slut, a dirty ho," I sobbed pitifully.

"Shhh, shhh," he soothed over the phone. "I'm sure it's not that bad. What site is it again?" he asked.

"Nub  …  Nubile Girls," I sniffled, the tears still coming hard and fast.  "Brother, it's so embarrassing! I thought it was just my imagination  that people were staring at me today. But strangers are pinging me on  email with dirty messages, asking questions like "how does your pussy  taste" and texts like that," I wailed. "How am I going to finish my  degree here?"