Beg Me(64)

“There’s no slicing, true,” said my brother gently, “but I’m going to have to break his arms to lash him to the tray.”

That did it. Suddenly our girl looked nauseated again, like she was going to hurl.

“Oh god,” she whispered. “It hasn’t even started yet and it’s already bad. Oh god.”

I comforted her as she turned away, slinging a muscular arm over her hunched shoulders. Callie was built exactly right, the way that Bryan and I prefer -- curvy, luscious, with big boobs and a narrow waist that led to wide, swinging hips. I could watch those hips all day when she walked, the bump-da-dump mesmerizing, a rhythm that lulled me into a daze even in the most inappropriate of circumstances.

Because Bryan and I were definitely engaging in unethical behavior. Sure, we’ve fucked girls on the job before, it’s a necessity when you’re undercover in a bad neighborhood. You’ve got to show that you’re a man, treating women like dirt sometimes, screwing hos, prostitutes, even a mafia princess once in a while.

But Callie was different. She was a nice girl, someone we’d want to know even in our regular lives. So despite the fact that what we were doing wasn’t technically wrong, I knew it might not hold up under a departmental investigation.

Plus there was the fact that we’d let Callie in on our greatest secret – that Bryan and I regularly engage in twin sex. It sounds gross, I know, bizarre even. But it works for us. My brother and I pound each other, drinking each other’s cum and anal sweat, lubing up our members for each other. What can I say? The bisexual lifestyle suits us just fine.

And now Callie’s become a much-needed third. Her home life isn’t really stable, so she’s moved in with Bryan and I, into our little trailer on the edge of St. Francis Wood. She told us about her family a little.

“I’m not sure where to start,” she confessed. “I mean, do you guys watch porn?”

Porn? Silly girl, we’d been part of the vice squad for years now and sometimes we had to watch porn as part of the job. It sounds like it should have been fun, but trust me it’s not. At least not when you’re watching victims being degraded against their will.

But the little girl didn’t know that, she thought we were just senior transfers from a bad neighborhood in New York.

“Sure we watch porn,” I tossed off casually, sharing a glance with my brother. “What guy doesn’t? In fact, we pay for a streaming channel,” I added with a wink. That was true. We forked over money each month for a gay site as inspiration, wanking off as hard male bodies writhed and shuddered in ecstasy.#p#分页标题#e#

“Well,” the brunette said slowly. “Do you know of a porn star named Violet Wood?”

Violet Wood? She was practically the next Sasha Grey, a break-out star with huge gazongas and a nubile, flexible body. She’d come to fame recently because she resembled some famous model.

Callie nodded, as if reading my mind.

“My sister is Jenna Walsh, the model she impersonated,” she said slowly. “But it’s complicated because Jenna and Violet actually are twins.”

My brother had laughed with disbelief.

“You’re telling us that not only are you related to a famous fashion model but also a notorious porn star?” he’d asked. “No way!”

But Callie shook her head, unsmilingly.

“It’s true,” she said slowly. “Jenna was never like the rest of us, but I genuinely thought she was my sister. Turns out, she was actually given away at birth and Violet is her biological twin. So the resemblance isn’t make-up or coincidence. It’s because they share the same DNA.”

That made me frown.

“How is the relationship between Jenna and Violet now?” I asked with a frown. As an identical twin myself, I knew all about twin connections. “It must have been a shock to realize you have a secret twin out there.”

“I don’t know,” said Callie unhappily. “Jenna’s practically disavowed us, she never felt like she belonged to the family anyways. So from us four girls … there’s really just three left,” she said sadly.

And my heart went out to her. Maybe her older sister was a flashy international star whose mug stared out from the hottest magazines, but Jenna would always be big sister to our girl and Callie missed her.

“No worries honey,” I said pulling her into my lap. “Bryan and I are here for you now,” I said, stroking those brunette curls.

She sighed, leaning her head against my chest, nuzzling into my chest, her softness warm and trusting in my arms.