Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(9)

     



 

"No, women in porn agree to a scene beforehand," I said firmly. "No  producer would spring DP on an actress. Remember, she gets paid a bonus  for taking two, so there's no surprise, it's all built into the script."

"A script?" laughed the reporter disbelieving. "There are no lines in the film."

I kept my face resolute. What a jerk-off. But it wasn't over yet.

"Trinity," asked another reporter. "Are you making enough to cover your tuition now? Forty-six thousand a year is a lot."

That was the other big angle to the story. How increasing student debt  burdens had forced an Ivy League student to sell her body. And I wasn't  sure what to say in response to this question because it was basically  true.

I decided to dodge instead.

"I'm sorry," I said sweetly. "But my financial situation is none of your  business. Besides, it's rude to ask someone's salary," I said. "How  would you like it if I asked how much you made?"

"Seventy-five thousand," he sniggered, not missing a beat. "After taxes.  So how about it? Answer the question, honey bun, you know we'll find  out anyways."

"No can do," I replied sweetly. "But I'll let you know the next time I have a new release."

Because I was thinking of taking control of the narrative. Things had  spun so out of control, all the lies and rumors about me building up,  making me feel sad but also violated and outraged. I needed to regain  control of my life and maybe the solution was to throw myself into the  lion's den. After all, I was already at its edges. Why not go all the  way?





CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Stryke




I wanted my sister home asap. She was flying in this afternoon and we couldn't get her in our arms soon enough.

The maelstrom has been fucking incredible. Melanie's been profiled in  Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone, all those publications focusing on the  salacious parts of her story, painting her as a "porn star" when in  fact, she's never performed professionally. It was all because of that  leaked audition tape.

But celebrity is cruel. The press has taken to calling her "Trinity" and  her answers have been getting sassier and more confident. She's saying  things like, "Women own their bodies and if they want to make a little  money, why not?" Holy cow. What had become of our innocent little girl?

When Melanie showed up at our doorstep, Saxon and I were on her in a  second, helping her in, settling her on the couch. She looked tired and I  was again reminded of her relative youth. In the magazine profiles  she'd been doused in make-up, her hair blown-out straight so that she  looked at least twenty-five. Here, out of the public glare she was  eighteen again, our little sister to be protected and cherished.

"Baby," said Saxon, "how have you been holding up?"

"Brother," she sighed, leaning her head against his bicep. "Not good,"  she murmured. "I'm so sorry, I ended up taking leave from school and  they said they couldn't refund tuition for this semester, not even part  of it," she continued sadly.

I kissed her head.

"Don't even worry about the refund," I rumbled. "We don't care about the  lost tuition. The more important question is, how are you?"

She closed her eyes as if letting herself rest for the first time in two  weeks, breathing shallowly, tears gathering beneath her eyelids.

"Brothers," she said sadly. "Am I done for? Will I always be Trinity  now, and not Melanie? Because you know that's how I'm publicly known."

We didn't know what to say. The truth was yeah, she was probably barred  from gainful employment forever more, the best she could do was probably  as a waitress or working retail. Because what respectable corporation  would hire a former porno star? Background checks these days are crazy  rigorous.

But we didn't want to get into it just now. We wanted her to feel  better, to become whole again, after the messed-up turn in her life.

"Honey," I said, smoothing her hair back. "Why don't you get some rest,  you must be tired after the long flight. We'll talk about it after  dinner."         

     



 

And I saw that she was nodding off already, weary and slumped, the  stress and tension melting from her slender frame for the first time in  weeks. Slowly, Saxon picked her up and we deposited her on the big bed  in our room, her small form dwarfed by the huge circular mattress.

Once the door was closed, Sax turned to me.

"Fuck brother," he growled. "She's so tiny, she's lost weight for sure. Any update on who did this?"

I sighed. The truth was painfully simple and heartbreaking.

"Her roommate," I said. "A girl named Lauren. Melly thinks they're best  friends, but Lauren videotaped the audition on her cell and sold it," I  said.

"Well, let's fuck her up then," growled my brother, and I nodded. The bitch was in for it.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


Melanie




I woke with a start. Where was I? Suddenly it all came rushing back.  After withdrawing from Trinity, I flew to LA, back to the safety of my  brothers' arms. I'd been feeling nauseous, the stress taking a toll on  my body, making me jumpy yet curiously sleepy at the same time.

But Saxon and Stryke had been kind, touching in their care and attention.

"Sister," Sax had said that first night. "Don't worry about us, just get some rest."

And Stryke agreed, both brothers stroking my body until I fell asleep,  their big forms looming yet reassuring on each side, cradling me between  their warmth.

Now that I was fully awake though, I contemplated my situation. I hadn't  made a single dollar for my brothers and instead had cost them  forty-six thousand, none of which I could pay back. I felt like I owed  them something.

But they merely shushed me.

"It's no trouble sister," said Sax, giving me a kiss. "Don't even worry your pretty little head."

"Besides," added Stryke. "What are brothers for?"

And with that, I'd leaned into their embrace, so happy that my mother  had married their dad and that I'd met these supportive, generous men. I  had a feeling I could never return their kindness and was eternally  grateful for their loving.

"Brothers," I whispered. "I want to do something for you."

"Hmm?" asked Stryke, distracted. He was stroking my breast, watching  with fascination as my nips hardened under my t-shirt, listening with  only one ear.

"I want to do a double vaginal penetration," I whispered shyly. "Both of you in my pussy."

That got their attention.

"Sister, are you sure?" asked Sax, his hands momentarily still on my body. "It's not for every woman," he warned.

"I know," I replied. "But I want to because it would feel good  …  and I love you," I confided.

There, it was out. As the days had passed, I'd realized that my steps  were my source of comfort and support, my rocks to lean on, my  lighthouse in these stormy times. What had begun as a sleazy opportunity  to make porn had become something completely different  …  love.

And my brothers growled in appreciation.

"Sister," they rumbled. "We feel the same about you," they said as their  hands urgently ran over my body. "We were so worried about you. We want  you to stay and never leave."

And with that declaration, we threw ourselves into the lovemaking  full-force. It was more satisfying and demanding than any sex I'd ever  had. Our kisses were furious and ravenous, searching and taking with  only the determination and depth that lovers can muster. I ran my tongue  across theirs, tasting first one brother, than the other, as I  desperately reacquainted myself with their bodies and their cocks.

I knelt between their naked forms, my hands gripping the two twelve-inch  dongs, my little fists full with the straining, hard lengths. God, it  felt so good, the shafts pulsing in my palms, veins bulging while the  tips dripped.

Hungrily, I licked Saxon's glans, tasting his man milk before switching  over to Stryke, slurping gently at the wet head. Their semen was salty  and sweet, Saxon's more musky and strong, while Stryke had a tangy,  creamy feel.

I jammed their cocks into my mouth, greedy for both, trying to take as  much possible at once. It was difficult and erotic, my cheeks bulging  with the donkey dongs, stuffed to the brim as I drooled and mewled,  hungry for man meat.         

     



 

But my brothers only chuckled and ground their hips against my face.

"Don't worry, sister," they rumbled, running their hands through my hair. "There's plenty more."

And with that, Stryke picked me up and tossed me onto the big bed. I  squealed, my auburn hair flying, cunny already dripping wet from the hot  blue gazes latched to my body. Stryke dove between my legs as Sax  nipped at my breasts, each man ravenous for more.

With a groan, Stryke licked my cunt from anus to clit, diving in deep  between those creamy folds, tracing every nook and cranny of my vagina  with his tongue. He lightly tapped the little hole where his dick would  go, testing it before beginning a rub on my clit, sensitizing those  nerves, watching raptly as cream flowed from my channel.