Let's just say a lot of females fantasize about MFM ménage, and when the opportunity to do handsome identical twins comes around, the legs start spreading pronto. So my brother and I get double our share of twat, and we like it that way.
But our little sister is kinda different. I mean, we basically sprang up on her like overgrown beasts, intruding on her little castle in the sky. She was so fucking funny that first day, with a grade school backpack and those big, chunky glasses.
"Can I get you a sandwich?" she'd asked, her eyes innocent and blinking.
I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to say, "Sure, and why don't you bring that sandwich to me on your knees and lick my balls as I'm eating it."
But Cole had given me a warning glance and we took things easy instead.
"No worries, baby," I'd said instead. "Go play with your toys," I'd probably added.
But that's not part of the mission. We want to be nice to our little sis, and the poor princess is basically alone in this fucking fortress Gerald's built. Our fucking father, if you can even call him that, hasn't bothered to show up in two months. Two fucking months. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, it's not like Cole and I ever saw him when we were growing up.
"Your father is a billionaire, but he never gives us anything," pouted Violet. I call her Violet, and not mom, because she'd never been a mom to us. She was either drinking, drugging, slutting herself, or just plain lazy, sitting that bony ass on the couch. But Cole is different, actually referring to her as a mother figure.
"Ma, shut the fuck up, okay?" said Cole. "Gerald sends checks every month, and besides, you're hardly the fucking model citizen."
"Don't talk to me that way!" she screeched, bolting upright, her hair frazzled. She was a junkie, just skin and bones, a malnourished hag. Hard to believe that once she'd been pretty enough to attract powerful guys. "Your father … he … he owes me!" she shrieked.
"Whatevs," said Cole dismissively. "Come on, let's beat feet," he said, nodding towards the door.
I grabbed my shit and we headed out into the night. But Violet's insistence that Gerald owed her stuck in my mind … and my brother and I were going to do something about it.
CHAPTER THREE
Morgan
"Oh yeah, honey, I'm sorry we forgot to tell you," said my mom. "You know Gerald and I are in Istanbul right now, and with the time zones and traveling, we didn't want to wake you," she babbled. "Have Cole and Landon moved in yet?" she asked. "They're Gerald's kids from a fling he had long ago, their mom's way out of the picture," she continued.
I could barely hear her, the connection static and crackling.
"Yes, Mom," I said, quietly sarcastic. "I guess … well, thanks for telling me, even if it's belated."
"I'm sorry honey," she said. "But it's no problem, right? I told Gerald they could share your wing of the house because you know how Daddy likes his privacy. It won't be any trouble, you'll enjoy having some company. I know how you always wanted a sibling."
"Yeah mom, they're great," I said, suddenly tired. Nothing seemed to make sense. I now had two gorgeous men staying in the same house who were supposedly my stepbrothers, but could very well be ax-murderers. Well, leave it to Mom. If I was chopped into pieces by the time she got back, so be it.
Slowly, I hung up the phone. I crept up the stairs to my bedroom, pausing at the landing. The twins had taken a room down the hall from mine, the big master bedroom with a marble en suite. Through the door, I could hear a ton of splashing, plus the unmistakable sound of a woman's voice.
"Cole!" she gasped. "Ahh!" she cried, followed by another wordless shriek and a man's growl. Could it be? Yeah, I think Cole and Landon were in the tub with her, enjoying some naked time together.
Eff me. I'd gotten a glimpse of the blonde when Cole and Landon let themselves in during the wee hours of the night. The girl had been stunning, leggy and model-esque, teetering on ridiculously high heels. But she'd been like a live wire, wedged between the two men. I could see my brothers' hands on her curves, squeezing her luscious assets as she moaned into their mouths.
Because she was definitely enjoying her time with them. Her dress had ridden up until I could glimpse the tiny vee of her panties, watching as Cole rubbed there, the girl gyrating hotly on his hand.
"Mmm, baby, yes!" she'd moaned. He'd given her a teasing kiss and said, "Let Landon carry you upstairs, we'll be more comfortable on the bed." And his brother had swept the woman up into his arms, laughing all up the stairs, making kissy moaning noises, pausing when they got to the landing.
"Think Morgan's asleep?" said one twin to the other.
"Oh yeah," his brother replied. "Our little sis is probably dead to the world." And with that, they turned into the master suite, the door snicking shut behind them.
But throughout the night, I'd heard female moans of ecstasy, punctuated by the low growls of my brothers. My eyes wide open, I'd listened in wonderment at the banging and shifting going on inside. Though I couldn't see, I could certainly hear wet flesh slapping, imagining the bumpy ride the girl was experiencing, the two biggest bumps my brothers' cocks.
What did the twins' dicks look like? I mean, I was terrible at biology. Their faces and bodies looked exactly the same, so did that extend to their rods too? I flushed again in the dark, berating myself for my crazy and inappropriate train of thought.
But god, I was so turned-on listening to the live porn show next door. My pussy was beginning to drip from the sounds of sex, and I let a finger drop in to trace over my clit. I'd never been with a man before, just too shy, too nervous, and … there was no one else like the twins, frankly.
As the moans grew in volume, I stroked myself, fantasizing about Cole and Landon. They were so steamy … so masculine … and … oh god. I was so pathetic and desperate that I was dreaming about my own brothers. But I couldn't deny there was a zing to the idea, something alluring and indescribably hot about being taken by my steps.
I frigged my cunny until I came, my pussy spasming with sweet release, images of Cole and Landon dancing in my head, and fell asleep to a low masculine shout in the distance, probably one of my brothers climaxing. If only that could be me, in bed with them. I'd do anything for the opportunity.
CHAPTER FOUR
Morgan
The next day, the blonde was sitting at the breakfast bar in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, swinging her leg on the stool.
"Good morning," I mumbled. Well, this was awkward. I'd never met a girl the morning after, and definitely not one who was so vocal during her sex romps. Her screams had been loud and shrill, almost to the point where I wondered if she was okay. But she was definitely not embarrassed.
"Hiya," she purred. "Are you the help? I'd like some breakfast please."
I stopped in my tracks. I guess I didn't look like much, but didn't think I looked like a servant either, with my teddy bear pajama pants and a tiny sleep tank. But some people just have little to no powers of observation. Besides, the girl had already spun around, turning to greet my brothers as they tromped down the stairs.
"Landon, Cole!" she cried, her arms outstretched. "How are you feeling honeys? I know I'm a little sore," she murmured cheekily, coyly smiling at both.
Both men gave her a peck on the cheek but were curiously distant, helping themselves to food in the fridge.
"Yeah, hey Lana … " began Landon.
"It was so great meeting you last night," continued Cole.
"Not Lana, Dana," the blonde corrected. I let out a muffled giggle. Really? My brothers got her name wrong?
"Oh yeah Dana," said Cole, "It's been great knowing you and all, but my brother and I are really busy today, you know … like, really busy," his voice trailed off.
"It's Saturday," said Lana petulantly. "It's 9 am right now. What could you possibly have to do?"
"Well," said Cole. "We need to work out, and then run some errands, do some laundry, maybe check out a few books from the library … "
I stifled another giggle. There was no way these two guys had library cards, even I could see that. But Lana was determined.
"I'll go with you to the library!" she said. "And I can help with laundry, I'm really good at colors versus whites," she cooed.
The boys exchanged a glance.
"Um, no thanks chicky," said Landon. "We don't like people touching our shit, so we just do it ourselves. Plus, we wanted to spend some time with our little sister!" he exclaimed, hooking an arm around my neck. "Right Morgan? We had some shit planned today."