"Your business is dealing drugs to kids," said Blake sarcastically. "Valerie was the least of your problems, you took advantage of a child."
"She's not a child, she's twenty years old!" cawed the old woman. "She couldn't take care of herself, she was causing problems for her parents and they asked us to lock her up."
"No one should be keeping humans in cages," said Bryan. "Drug-addled or not," he shook his head disgustedly.
By now, my head was spinning. The Gordons had permitted their elder daughter to be locked in the Adams' basement? The Gordons, whom I'd spent so much time with, who'd been like a second set of parents when my mom couldn't manage?
And Valerie blinked wearily, her eyes cracking open to look at me.
"Callie," she said hoarsely. "You were next. You were so vulnerable, so needy all the time. They already had a plan for you," she confirmed.
And with that, I vomited. The realization that I'd been a pawn, that my surrogate family had played me, took the wind out of my sails. I wasn't wanted … anywhere it seemed.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Brian
The saying that no good deed goes unpunished was true in this case. The drug ring had been busted, its nefarious tentacles chopped off at the root due to our efforts.
"Good work boys," said the Sarge in the privacy of his office.
"Sure no prob," said Blake nonchalantly, slumping in his chair. "What's next?"
The Sarge frowned.
"That's the problem," he said. "It seems that Internal Affairs wants to do an investigation of your … ahem, more questionable tactics."
I sat up straighter. "And what would that be?" It could be several things, but what worried me most was our liaison with Callie. She'd technically been underage when we began fucking, and IAB was full of assholes that would hold your feet to the fire for shit like that.
But the Sarge merely cleared his throat again, looking uncomfortable.
"The Adams say that you were … ahem … having sex with each other," he mumbled. "As in brother on brother, mano a mano. Is that true?" he asked, squirming in his chair, unable to meet our eyes.
I was angry, but my face betrayed no emotion.
"Why would you ask that Sarge? What makes you ask whether Blake and I fuck each other?"
"Well," he mumbled. "There was the Russian bathhouse incident a couple years back, and now the Adams are saying that you pounded each other in the basement of their house. Not that I'm saying you did," he clarified quickly.
My face assumed a hurt look.
"Sarge, you'd believe drug dealers over guys on your own squad?" I said plaintively. "That hurts, that really hurts."
"I know," rushed Sergeant Collins. "It's just that I have to ask because it was in the Adams' witness statement."
"Well you can tell IAB to stuff it up their asses," snarled Blake. "That's fucking disgusting. If they really think that about us, then we'll hand in our badges, no prob."
"Son," said the Sergeant. "Just tell me it didn't happen and I'll get these fuckers off your tail. I find it as offensive as you."
"Of course it didn't happen," I snorted. "It was all playacting to get Jane Adams to unlock the door. We weren't actually banging each other, please."
The Sergeant looked relieved. Bisexuality, much less twincest, makes people uncomfortable, questioning their ethics and beliefs at the deepest level. But we'd reassured the Sarge with our macho, no-bull behavior, the same way we'd pulled the wool over so many peoples' eyes in the past.
"And you didn't touch the girl either, right?" he asked, more as an afterthought.
"You mean the junkie Valerie?" I clarified.
But the Sarge shook his head slowly.
"No, IAB wanted to verify that you didn't touch Callie Walsh, the girl who accompanied you to the Adams' house."
This was trickier. Blake and I had no trouble lying about the twincest but lying about Callie somehow felt wrong. It was vile to pull an innocent eighteen year-old into this cesspool, especially a girl we loved.
Because we realized that we wanted Callie to be a part of our lives permanently. She was sweet, innocent, and fresh, yet with a womanly air that entranced us completely. Callie had accepted our twin bisexuality, and was also accepting of the career path we had chosen. Undercover police work was necessarily dangerous and there would be long periods where we would be separated. But her graciousness and loving attitude was all we needed.
"Blake, Brian," she'd said, her voice dulcet. "I guess the Police Academy was just a front?"
My brother shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Well, we have been to the Academy, it's just that we graduated a couple years ago," he said, his cheeks flushing a bit. That was a first. Usually Blake's unflappable, so smooth with the ladies. But I could see that he was unnerved by our girl calling him out.
"Well, what was that about visiting the precinct then?" she asked. "Did you actually go and talk with some police officers?"
I cleared my throat slightly. "Yeah, we dropped by," I said slowly, "but we went to see the Sarge, provide an update, you know that sort of thing. It was an opportunity we couldn't resist," I clarified.
"So then it was another move from your playbook, wasn't it?" she said, frowning a bit.
"Yeah, kinda," I admitted.
"Was I just another means to an end?" she asked, her frown deepening. "A way to get what you wanted?"
"Of course not," I rushed, the words tripping over my tongue. I too, wasn't my usual self, wanting to make a good impression on Callie, to keep her close without getting too much into the take-no-prisoners ethics of police work. "You were something, I mean someone, that happened to us unexpectedly. You were a boon, a lucky break, but we've never taken you for granted. You were the best thing about this mission," I added hopefully.
"But what about breaking up the drug ring? Surely the commendations you're going to get are the best thing," she wavered, unconvinced.
Blake let out a deep chuckle.
"Little girl, that's the thing about undercover work. There's no recognition for what we do. Our work is never going to be acknowledged, much less exposed. In fact, graduation's right around the corner and Brian and I are going to walk," he said with a wry grin.
"Oh really?" said Callie, disbelieving. "You're going to don the brick and mortar, go up on stage, all that? The mission's not over already?"
I nodded in confirmation. Like true professionals, Blake and I were tying up all loose ends, dotting every I and crossing every T. To the wider world, we'd just be two more seniors receiving diplomas from Canterdale, two more faces in the crowd.
My brother nodded in affirmation. "Yep, we're going to walk and we want to do it with you."
This time Callie flushed, the pink running beautifully up her cheeks.
"I'd like that," she said softly. "I'd like that a lot," she repeated, while melting into our arms.
And you can imagine what happened afterwards. Her feminine form was warm and trusting again, her lusciousness providing what our male bodies needed. She gasped in our arms as I lapped at her nipples, my brother's mouth finding its way to her bottom. When she was wet with his saliva, her pussy slowly leaking cream, we positioned her between us.
"Yes," she moaned breathily, nude on her hands and knees. "Yes, yes, yes."
And Blake and I looked at each other over her writhing form. The yesses were gratifying because we had a surprise for her that required a yes – a permanent one at that.
But in the meantime, we were in the throes of enjoying each other's bodies, and this was an opportunity not to be missed. Blake slowly tilted Callie's chin down and inched his massive dong into her willing mouth, feeding her until her cheeks bulged, the spongy tip visibly moving down her slender throat.
In the meantime, I thrust two fingers into Callie's behind, making her jolt, startled, choking in surprise around the hot meat stuffed in her mouth. But what was coming wasn't easy and I wanted her to be ready. Pulling my fingers out, I massaged her anus, that little pucker loosening slightly around my massive digits.
Swiping her pussy quickly, I lubed up my fingers and stuffed them into her butt.
"Here goes," I growled, before pushing my shaft against that tiny dark star.
"Unnf!" Callie moaned around the shaft in her mouth as her little anus struggled to accommodate my penis. It was tight, but I forced it, insistently increasing the pressure until with a pop, her rectum gave and I slid in, that veiny girth invading her backside.
"Unnnnf!" she moaned around the dick in her mouth, choking again.