"Oh fuck, I've gotta taste," he growled, and dove back in between my thighs, lapping up my female juices, letting them course down his throat.
Meanwhile, Sax did a number on my breasts, popping each tit into his mouth before squeezing my mounds together and suckling both nipples into his mouth. I screamed with joy, twin jolts of electricity shooting straight from my boobs to my cunt, making me gush wetly into Stryke's mouth.
"Mmmm, tasty," said Stryke devilishly. "Make her cream more," he commanded his brother.
And Saxon didn't hesitate. He straddled my breasts, squatting over my torso, pushing up their creamy bellies so that his cock was nestled between the mounds. Slowly, he began titty-fucking me, the friction so good, so hot, that his dick began leaking immediately, trailing semen all over my chest.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned. "Oh fuck your jugs are fucking awesome."
And I agreed, bending my head to lick the tip of his penis each time it came towards my mouth, trying to taste as much semen as possible, savoring the sperm.
"Fuuck," he groaned again, as I got in a particularly satisfying slurp. "I'm gonna cum."
"Not so fast," warned Stryke. "We're doing a double-fuck."
And Stryke stood up between my thighs, pushing his member into my cunny with one swift thrust. I bucked and squealed at the penetration.
"Aieee!" I cried. Just like before, he was so big that my lower body was lifted into the air as I was impaled, like a kebab on a stick. My cunny tensed and struggled, trying to accommodate him, my juices flowing hard and fast as I was reamed by that big, hot fuckpole.
But also just like before, I began wriggling and squirming, edging myself down onto the donkey dong as he thrust forward slowly, penetrating me inch by inch.
"Brother!" I cried breathlessly, my cunt full, my pussy stretched and filled like never before. Instead of answering, Stryke merely gestured for his brother to join him.
And Saxon moved down my body so that he straddled me just in front of Stryke. Tantalizingly, he pressed his penis against my vag, forcing his brother's dick down as he sought to make his own space.
"Ohhhh! Oh oh oh!" I gasped. I knew double-stuffing was hard, but I'd forgotten how big my brothers were, how wide they were around, their twelve inch lengths dominating and using me.
Determinedly, Stryke kept pushing, stretching my little puss, watching hungrily as my folds parted, making way for a second dick in my vaginal canal.
"Remember sister," he whispered as I gasped in shock. "You're big enough to pass a baby down there, two dicks should be easy peasy," he rumbled.
A baby? Oh god a baby. But I was overcome with sensation because he was in all the way, both my brothers were in all the way, my sweet little snatch violated by twenty-four inches.
And with an unspoken signal, Saxon and Stryke began to move, swinging their hips in time, running their shafts in and out of my tight hole. I creamed wetly, juicing the way, lubing up the ride, my brothers groaning as they felt the wetness gush around them, cushioning them in their ecstasy.
And reader, I wasn't able to last long. The feel of two dicks in me was overwhelming and I screamed as I came, blacking out for a moment, my eyes rolling up into my head as my cunny squelched and clenched on the double dicks, squeezing and twitching around the solid, hot shafts. My whole body felt like it was engulfed in a cloud of electricity, jerks and spasms in my cunt spreading through my body, tingling to the tips of my fingers and toes.
And my brothers couldn't hold back either. They came with twin roars, their man milk jetting into my cunt, dousing me in their seed, two squirts of jism simultaneously deposited in my body. They spurted again and again, rope after rope of sperm filling my hot cavity, covering my ovaries, spraying my fertile fields with sheer masculine viritility.
There was so much that the white leaked out between our bodies, trailing down my thigh and making a wet spot on the bed. Fuck, I was so sated, my nips, cunny and entire body feeling wonderfully relaxed, stretched and full. I was extraordinarily happy.
And my brothers smiled as well.
"Little girl," murmured Saxon, leaning forward to give me a kiss. "We're drenched in your cum." And my eyes flew open as I gazed at them. Because it was true – I'd ejaculated with my earthshaking climax, and both my brothers had female juice all over their groins and chests.
"And sister," rumbled Stryke, massaging the vaginal fluid into his skin as his blue eyes gleamed. "Your cum is sticky and sweet just like you."
I smiled at them then. My brothers … my loves … my life.
EPILOGUE
Saxon
A few months later …
Melly's growing big, and I'm not even sure she's realized it yet. She'd returned to her normal weight after the devastation of the "Trinity" reveal, but I see an extra wave to her stomach now, something that makes me curiously suspicious … and surprisingly ecstatic.
"Sister," I said as she lounged by the pool. "Have you gone to the doctor lately?"
"No, why?" she asked, nuzzling my hand and shooting me a dazzling smile. "I feel great."
"Honey, I think you're glowing, maybe from a baby," I said. No reason to beat around the bush.
Her hand flew to her mouth and I saw her mentally calculating the last time she'd gotten her period.
"Oh no," she gasped. "I think you're right. My last period was six weeks ago."
A grin split my face from ear to ear.
"Melly," I growled, protectively circling her with my arms. "You're going to be a mommy … to our baby."
And she leaned back and laughed with me, our joy contagious.
Things didn't always look so good. Melly had had some crazy idea of going into porn full-time, as the reputational damage had already been done.
"Why not?" she asked heatedly. "I'm a feminist and believe that women should own their bodies and not let the media run like wild dogs over something that belongs to me."
Stryke and I couldn't argue with that. We're pornographers and girls are obviously our trade. But contrary to popular belief, pornographers are often the biggest feminists because our performers should be able to ply their craft without feeling ashamed. So I agreed with our sister wholeheartedly.
"Of course Mel, it's not that we have anything against you being an adult actress," said my brother, "it's just that we don't want to share you. You belong to us now, we belong to each other, and I don't think that any of us should perform anymore."
Because yeah, Stryke and I have done porn in the past just to get a feel of what it was like in front of the camera. But honestly, our faces weren't even shown on film because that's how little straight guys matter in porn. We'd only shared the secret with Melly so that she knew we empathized, that we knew how it felt to be on exposed and completely naked.
Plus, the hullabaloo from the Trinity University scandal had died down. It was in the news for a while more and Melly got a ton of book offers and interview requests. Lifetime even wanted to do a movie based on her experience.
But the story ended because she'd withdrawn from Trinity and was no longer appearing in adult films. Besides, with the pregnancy soon she'd be big enough to fit a house, which didn't exactly correspond with her image as naughty schoolgirl … unless you wanted naughty pregnant schoolgirl.
So our little girl was now in a good place, safe with us, pregnant with a much-desired baby.
It only left the issue of Lauren, that bitch of a roommate who'd outed Mel. We'd revealed the findings of our private investigator, and our sister had been shocked.
"No brothers, it can't be," she said, shaking her head disbelievingly. "It can't be Lauren," she said again. "She has nothing to gain and besides, why would she do this? We're friends."
Somehow, our little sister was touchingly naïve when it came to girl on girl betrayal.
"Baby," I said slowly. "There are a million reasons why Lauren might want to secretly film you. Maybe she was jealous of you or maybe she wanted to have the film for future blackmail. Who knows?"
Melly's eyes had filled with tears.
"I trusted her," she said softly. "She was my best friend at school."
"I know honey, but some people aren't what they appear," Stryke said. "This bitch will never come close to you again."
And we'd pretty much ensured that Lauren's life was going to be hell going forward. We'd demanded that Ralph fire her from the Donkey Club, and due to our connections, she'd never work as a high-class stripper again. Good luck paying that forty six thousand dollar tuition.
But honestly, no one cared about Lauren anymore. The whore was an annoying gnat that we'd swatted and it was time to move onto more important things.