"Oh right," I said brightly, catching on. "I was going to show you the estate gardens, they're gorgeous this time of year."
"The gardens, that's right, the roses are in bloom," repeated Landon. "I'd forgotten that Cole and I, we love horticulture," he confided with a wink.
This was so unreal. Evidently my steps would do anything to get rid of a girl the next morning, including pretending to be avid gardeners and bookworms. I giggled. Maybe next time they should add poetry and opera to the list.
But the girl finally got the point. Pouting, she swiveled on the seat and said, "Ok I get it! You want me to scram. But I'm telling all my girlfriends that the Kingsley twins are just one-night stands. You'll never get anyone to sleep with you again!" she exclaimed shrilly.
Neither of my stepbrothers moved.
"Sure," said Landon in a slow voice. "Do that."
"Yeah," drawled Cole. "I look forward to it."
"Okay," finished Landon. "So are you leaving now?"
The blonde got up in a huff and flounced out of the kitchen, coming back downstairs fully dressed in those ridiculous heels again.
"Don't bother to call!" she cried shrilly as the door slammed behind her.
"Well, we don't exactly have your number," remarked Cole dryly to her departing back.
I stood in the kitchen, trying to muffle my giggles again.
"Little sis, sorry you had to witness that," said Landon, "but you might as well get used to it."
I grinned and put my hands on my hips. "No worries, she thought I was the help, so she deserved it. Anyone up for some pancakes?" I asked brightly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Morgan
And so it went on like that for months. Landon and Cole brought girls home all the time, and I mean, all the time. There was literally a train of mini-skirts going up to their bedroom a couple nights a week, and they rarely ever repeated. It was amazing how many women threw themselves at the twins.
And it was pure torture for me. Each night, I listened through the walls, hearing the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping, the groans and high-pitched squeals of girls intermixed with my brothers' grunts. But I tried to play it cool whenever I saw them because it'd be so embarrassing if they knew the truth … that each time they fucked someone, I fingered myself in bed, pretending it was me, pretending that they were running their masterful hands over my body, touching me in my intimate spaces and making me shiver with pleasure.
It was even more awkward given that we'd developed a healthy sibling relationship. The guys were fond of me and would call me "Little Sis," giving me a noogie or joshing around. They were never embarrassed to walk around in towels, I was family after all. But I noticed – who wouldn't? Those rock hard bodies dripping with water were the stuff of my masturbation fantasies almost every night.
And my parents … my mom was so clueless it was unbelievable. I think she was actually happy there was someone at home with me, even if they were two men she'd never met. I guess she felt so guilty for never being there that someone was better than no one.
"How are things, Morgan?" she asked, her voice crackling over the phone. At this point, I hadn't seen her in two months, she and Gerald were on some kind of world tour to promote Pharma Tech's latest blockbuster drug.
"Um, good I guess," I murmured. Cole and Landon were up to their shenanigans again, fucking girls right and left, and I'd recently started wearing headphones at night, hoping to muffle the sounds of lust. No such luck though. I was about to try ear plugs next, anything to keep from hearing the girls' ecstatic squeals.
"Everything going alright with you at school?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," I replied vaguely. "I'm thinking about visiting some colleges, maybe Rhode Island School of Design and Bowdoin, they have great studio art programs," I mumbled.
"That's a wonderful idea," she chirped. "Maybe Cole and Landon can go with you!" she said. "Let me ask your stepdad about some extra spending money for you guys, maybe you could take a college tour up and down the Eastern Seaboard. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Um, yeah, okay," I mumbled. My mom as trying to kill two birds with one stone. Not only would I see all the schools, but she wouldn't have to take me herself. But there was no way my brothers were going on college visits. They were barely passable students with no interest in further education after senior year. I knew because I helped them with homework sometimes – it wasn't that they were dumb, they just didn't care.
But when I mentioned my mom's idea about the college tour, both guys perked up.
"Why not?" growled Landon. "Maybe I want to visit some schools."
"Yeah why not?" agreed Cole. "It'll get us away from this shithole," he said, laughing when I gasped. We lived in an exclusive gated community, and I'd never refer to it in anything but respectful terms after living in the projects.
"Sorry to offend you little sis, but there's a lot of shit going on here that you have no idea," said Landon. "Besides, we never traveled before," he added with a meaningful look at his brother. "Why don't we accompany Morgan on her college tour?"
Cole hesitated for an instant, avoiding my eyes. But he slowly nodded, asking, "When do we leave?"
CHAPTER SIX
Morgan
Knowing that I was about to embark on a trip alone with two gorgeous men, I bought some slinky lingerie for the first time in my life. The lady at the store was nice, but clueless. "Is this for a special someone?" she'd asked. "Fancy lingerie can really make a difference," she'd confided in a hushed voice.
"Um, yeah," I'd replied, flushing. Actually, it was for two special someones, but there was no way I could say that. Trying on the assorted bras and thongs, I could feel myself getting wet again, imagining Landon and Cole peeling the lingerie off my body.
Because that's what I wanted. I wanted this college tour to be a tour of my body, my first time meaningful and special … with my twin stepbrothers as my guides.
I know it's wrong because we're related. But no one will ever know right? We'll be passing through little podunk towns, places that don't even show on the map, and hotel rooms are designed for discretion. Carpe diem, seize the day, anyone?
So I've bought an armful of slutty lingerie, and I mean to use it to seduce … the two men of my life.
Continue to Part Two
CHAPTER SEVEN
Morgan
So my life is … unsupervised, I guess. I'd been alone at home, my mom and stepdad traveling, when two gorgeous men moved in. They were my stepbrothers, my stepdad's kids from a fling he had with a stripper twenty years ago … and the most breathtaking men I'd ever met. Chiseled bodies, penetrating blue eyes and knowing smiles were just the beginning. There was a steady train of women going up to their bedroom, their moans and pants leaving little to the imagination.
Unfortunately, they never showed any interest in me. I mean, I guess it's "moral" not to put the moves on your stepsister, but I was getting desperate. I've never done it with a guy, much less two guys before. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, it's just that the boys at my high school are either unattractive or gay … guess that's what you get when you're at a specialized school for the visual arts.
But I really wanted to be with my brothers. Trying to fall asleep to the soundtrack of a non-stop porno was frustrating, and I was always touching my slit, pretending it was me as Landon and Cole got it on next door, the shrieks and moans making me grimace in pleasure as well as bringing out the green-eyed monster.
After another night of unabated lust, my frustration came to a peak, and unexpectedly, I received an opportunity. It was time for a college tour, and miraculously, Landon and Cole had agreed to accompany me, despite their lack of interest in higher education. I'd bought a ton of slutty lingerie to make tempt my brothers, but had been ridiculously unsuccessful.
"Where are you guys going?" I asked plaintively, as they dropped me off at another school campus.
"Oh out and about," Cole mumbled vaguely. Landon said nothing, and I kept quiet because pestering didn't help at all. Besides, I wanted them to see me as a woman, and not an annoying little sister.
This was the third day of them ditching me off at a campus in the morning before disappearing for the rest of the day, doing who knows what. They might stop by the hotel before dinner, before going out again, but I wasn't saying anything.
Except that the conga line of girls started up again. Or more accurately, it never stopped even though we were on a road trip, and there were multiples this time, duos, trios, even five girls one night, the party loud in their suite next door as I listened through the adjoining door. There were moans, splashes, the sounds of wet flesh slapping, the unmistakable cries of females coming again and again, mixed in with my brother's grunts. I'd become a pro at timing Landon and Cole's climaxes.