Anonymous Encounters(34)

"You've read it before?" she said swiftly, her eyes turned to me  inquisitively, sharp and assessing. "Where did you say you went to  school again? I thought you said you'd transferred from a low-performing  school in Queens."

Oh shit! I'd almost blown my cover. Hastily, I tried to make things right.

"That's right," I rumbled, "Blake and I are from New York, and not the  nice part. But you know us," I shrugged. "No one cared what we did, so  we had a lot of free time and did some reading on our own."

And Callie smiled then. "I had a feeling you guys know a lot more than  you let on," she said warmly. "You're so  …  educated and perceptive, you  know what I mean? You noticed that I was feeling faint before anyone  else did."

And I was relieved to be going back to the dead cat because it was safe territory after nearly giving myself away.

"That cat," I snorted. "Listen, you wanna catch up on the dissection  this weekend? Grimes says the new animal is ready, we can come in  anytime Sunday."

Callie flushed. "Sure," she said, "I need to do the make-up. But you're  coming to Chrissy's party on Friday right? She made me promise to get  you guys to come," she confessed. "It's so embarrassing, I'm sorry."

I just laughed. "Yeah, Chrissy's only mentioned it to us a hundred times  already. But no worries, you'll look great in a swimsuit," I'd  chuckled, looking over her figure appreciatively.

And the girl had flushed, ducking her head shyly even as her breasts  quivered with pleasure. But I was gazing at her nude form now, that  swimsuit on the floor of the bedroom, discarded in pieces as my brother  kissed her cunt, the creaminess rising to the fore as she spasmed  …  with  her eyes locked on mine.





CHAPTER EIGHT


Callie




Oh my god. Oh my god. I could barely think as my body shook, my insides  pulsing, the cream spurting wetly around Blake's hand. Because he'd  finger-fucked me to ecstasy as I cried out in pleasure, screaming as my  boobs trembled and jiggled, doing their own little dance.

But it had only gotten more raunchy because Bryan was here too. Somehow  Bryan had finagled his way into the master bedroom and stared at us now,  pumping his dick while his twin fingered me to heaven.         

     



 

"Blake!" I screamed. "Bryan!" I shrieked.

"Mmmm, little girl, say my name again," said the man between my legs.  And with a lascivious grin, he lifted his head, wiping his mouth of wet  cream as I continued to shake, the shivers only subsiding slightly with  each passing moment.

With a soft sucking sound, he pulled his fingers out and put them to his  nose. Inhaling deeply with his eyes closed, he murmured, "Wet cunny,  fuck yeah."

But Bryan wasn't about to be left out.

"A taste brother?" he asked, kneeling next to Blake on the bed. And  never taking his eyes from mine, he began to suck his brother's fingers,  sampling my pussy liquid, licking between each finger to savor as much  as possible.

And was it my imagination or was the licking fucked up in a gay sense? I  mean, both these males were so alpha, so straight, so hetero, that it  was a little weird to see Bryan licking Blake's fingers, even if it was  my juice he was tasting.

But my instincts were right. Blake moaned as his brother made love to  his fingers and ran his free hand through his twin's hair, caressing his  scalp.

"We've been waiting," he grunted softly. "Where have you been?"

Bryan paused momentarily. "You fucker," he said softly. "You left me  with that blonde girl, I practically had to kick her ass to get away."

That made Blake chuckle. "That's right, the real treat was up here. Left the door unlocked for you."

"I know baby, I know," said Bryan softly before leaning forward for a kiss, locking lips with his twin.

And this is when I screamed. My eyes were practically bugging out of my head now, I could hardly believe what was happening.

"You're brothers!" I shrieked. "Twins even! What the fuck are you doing?"

The men broke off the kiss, but only momentarily, turning to look at me with devious eyes.

"What does it look like we're doing?" said Blake deeply, his eyes mischievous and dark with lust. "We're about to fuck."





CHAPTER NINE


Callie




And that was my plunge into the mysterious world of twincest. I'd never  imagined it, not even in my raunchiest moments. Sure, I'd thought of  being pummeled by two men, a dirty MFM ménage where I took dick in my  mouth and dick in my puss at once, but I'd never imagined it with  brothers  …  much less twins who also serviced each other.

Because it was clear that this was a two-way street. Most of the time I  was the main course, both men focused on my pleasure. But Blake and  Bryan. God, they had some ways of taking it up the ass that I'd never  even dreamed of.

"Unnf," grunted Bryan one day as Blake pummeled him from behind.

I watched raptly, seated on the couch in their trailer. Both men were  kneeling on the shag rug, Bryan bent over as his brother stuffed a toy  in his anus. And I don't mean just any toy. I mean a ten-inch dong, the  black shaft dry as bone, ridged for whose pleasure, I wasn't sure.

But I loved seeing it. I loved seeing these alpha males, their bodies  masculine, hard, muscular, fucking each other, their little anuses  violated again and again. And I'd done my share of violating as well.

"Give it to me," I commanded, getting up from the sofa. I was dressed in  nothing but a mask and high heels, my boobs and cunt on full display,  the wetness streaming like a river from between my legs.

"Yes Mistress," groaned Blake, obediently placing the black dildo in my  hand. And I licked it. That's right, what had just been in Bryan's ass, I  tasted, savoring the musky butt smell, disgusting but a turn on as  well.

Salivating as much as I could, I lubed it up and then pressed the handle  into Bryan's mouth, the man still nude on his fours on the living room  shag rug.

"Now insert it into my vag," I commanded, lifting one leg, baring my  cunny so that my pinkness was on display, the slit dripping wet.

And like a slave, he crawled over, the dildo gleaming and used. With a  soft nudge, he pushed it into my cunt with his lips and tongue, making  sure to aim right for my little hole just so. And reader, it felt so  good, getting stretched that way, having two live dicks on call while  getting fucked by a third plastic one.         

     



 

Bryan obediently fucked the dildo in and out of my twat, making sure it  got all the way in with each stroke as I balanced precariously, one leg  still up on a chair, my hands rubbing my breasts as my pussy was  pleasured.

Finally, I could take it no longer. I pulled the toy out, gleaming wet  with my juices, and handed it to Bryan who was still on his knees before  me in a submissive position, legs spread.

"Fuck yourself with it, bad boy," I hissed, smiling lasciviously.

"Mistress, please," he panted. "Let Blake do me, you know how I like getting it up my ass from my brother."

"Quiet!" I hissed again, holding a hand up threateningly, as if about to  strike him. "I said I wanted you to do it to yourself, so DO IT!" I  almost screamed.

And Bryan piped down, his eyes downcast, obedient. He lay forward onto  the rug so that his cheek was pressed to the floor, still in a kneeling  position. Taking the dildo from me, he angled his legs apart slightly  and just like that, began inserting the dildo into his anus.

Blake and I watched avidly as the red pucker stretched and pulled.  Fortunately, Bryan had gotten a lot of butt play in recent days, so we  knew it was possible, but it was still a sight to behold. The man moaned  in front of us, his face scrunched in pain, his mighty body so  thrilling in this submissive, ass-up position as he fucked himself.

And with a pop, it was in. It was disgusting, seeing that glistening  dildo erect, sticking out between those muscular ass cheeks like a  lollipop, but also so arousing, so absolutely wrong in every way.

"Keep going," I murmured threateningly, and Bryan did. He pushed the  dildo in and began buttfucking himself, the long length of plastic  disappearing into his rectum before reappearing again, the stench of man  meat mixed with ass overwhelming, filling the trailer with the heavy  scent of sex.

And with a few more pulls, I knew Bryan was on his way. I was tempted to  walk over and finish him off, maybe pull on his dick a bit as he  buttfucked himself, but no, I wanted to see the man do it all.

With a mighty cry, he gave in, his face pressed to the floor, tears  squeezing from his eyes as he shook, that broad chest rippling with  spasms, his nipples hard and penis jerking as cum sprayed onto the  carpet. It was a beautiful white, thick, creamy liquid and I hated to  see it wasted on the shag rug.

But there was more of the same DNA just inches away. Turning to Blake I said, "Ready brother? Ready to release some sperm?"