"We won't need this as lube," he grinned, as he took his place behind her. "My brother's seed is more than enough," he ground out, before pushing into Morgan's ass in one thrust.
"Aieee!" she screamed, the second penis in her anus a complete surprise. I guess we should have taken it easier with our little sister, but Cole and I have some bad habits that we haven't lost yet. Fuck. Must learn to treat little sister more gently.
But Cole was blind to the world, holding Morgan's hips tight as he pummeled her butt.
"You like that?" he growled. "You like being butt-fucked, little sister?"
I was going to have to talk to my twin about being more gentlemanly with our precious charge.
But Morgan took it all in a stride.
"Unnh!" she cried out. "Yes! Butt fuck me! Butt fuck meeeee!"
Holy shit! Our little sister had truly been corrupted by us. I watched in wonder as Cole fucked her hard from behind, his thighs slapping loudly against his ass cheeks, his engorged member disappearing again and again into her tight anus. He was practically raping her, it was so rough and fast, but Morgan was going with it, moaning lustily as her breasts swung beneath her, her body shaking with the hard ride.
Unbelievably, her pussy and ass started spasming again, a second climax rolling over the little girl in waves.
"Aiee!" she cried loudly, her moans echoing in the silent forest. That set Cole off, and he came hard in her butt, his shaft visibly jerking as he let out pump after pump of semen.
"FUUUCK!" he roared, gripping her waist so hard that it was going to leave bruises. I reached underneath Morgan and squeezed her breasts, milking them forcefully as part of this wild threesome. Fuck, my dick was getting hard again, and I knew that once we got back to the hotel, I was going to need more.
But for now, our little sister had reached the heights of a new pleasure. As Cole pulled his dick from her ass, it gaped open, revealing a huge load of white inside, pulsing and steaming in her ass. When she tightened her abdomen, the cream rose slowly, like a great white force, and began streaming out of her anus, a trail dripping down her butt and thigh before forming a pool on the forest floor.
I watched as the soft soil soaked up our sperm, the mixed semen disappearing into the moist earth. As our little sister collapsed on her stomach, I stroked her back while pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder.
"Baby," I whispered gently. "You're the best Cole and I have ever had."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Morgan
The sex with my brothers has been amazing, but I'm still nervous. I mean, after the encounter with Dean Skelos, I was sure it would be all over. I was always jumpy, expecting policemen to knock on our hotel door any night, ready to lead Landon and Cole away.
But nothing happened, and night after night, we had peaceful dinners followed by great sex, seeing more and more colleges. Life just kept rolling along as if nothing had happened.
"But, what if?" I asked timorously.
"But what?" replied Cole patiently. "Nothing has happened little sis. Bowdoin is just going to pretend that they never saw the tape. Why would they? Gerald is probably a huge donor, and the most important thing to them is money."
"But what about our meeting with the Dean?" she said. "If I apply, they're going to tell Gerald."
"Nah," drawled Landon. "If you go to Bowdoin, Daddy's going to donate even more money. You think they're going to miss an opportunity to reach even deeper into a billionaire's pockets? The best thing that can happen to them is if you matriculate. Trust me, little sis, you have nothing to fear."
And so I was calmed somewhat. The truth was that of all the colleges we visited, Bowdoin was my favorite. The campus was beautiful, the studio art major exactly my thing, and the facilities were stunning, even if a few of the buildings bore Gerald's name.
And my brothers had convinced me that nothing was going to happen. I'd never thought of schools as corporations, but the twins assured me this was the case. Non-profit institutions, sure, but they had to make a buck too, and private donors were a huge resource for small liberal arts colleges.
So we finished the college tour, and drove back home to Palingsworth. As we pulled into the driveway of the manor, I marveled at how much had changed. It was eerie. The house was the same, the lawns the same, but I was different. I'd been awakened to the world, courtesy of my steps, and everything seemed to be more vibrant, more colorful, as if I were seeing my surroundings with new eyes.
Cole turned to look at me with a knowing gaze.
"Everything's different now that your cherry's been popped, huh?" he said.
"Seriously, use nicer language around our sister," admonished Landon with a frown.
I loved Landon for that, he was a gentleman, while Cole was a hundred percent pure rascal. But I didn't mind. I was getting accustomed to their ways, their banter, and I loved being with my steps, their personalities a balance for one another, like light and dark, sweet and tart simultaneously. I couldn't imagine life without them now.
"Morgan!" called a high-pitched female voice, my mom rushing out from the garage.
Oh shit, my mom was home. Why, after being gone for months at a time, did she have to be home now?
I quickly looked down at myself, as if making sure I still looked like a virgin. I knew I was being paranoid, but I just felt different, you know? Like I was a woman now.
"Hi Mom," I said slowly, getting out of the car. "Where's Gerald?"
"He's inside," she said, giving me a faint smile before turning to the twins. "Hi, I'm Linda, Morgan's mom. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you moved in, but thanks for taking my daughter on the college tour."
"Your father and I, we've been waiting for your return," she continued with a bright, fake smile at all of us. "We need to talk."
Oh shit. I gave a panicked glance to the twins behind my mom's retreating back. This couldn't be good. Slowly, the three of us walked inside to confront Gerald Kingsley.
Continue to Part Four
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Morgan
We walked into the living room of the manor, which was rarely used. The twins and I usually stayed in the West Wing, where the furniture was comfortable though luxurious. Here in the main house, things were different because the furniture was imposing and meant to intimidate.
Gerald Kingsley rose from an overstuffed couch, and I gasped. I'd never realized how much he looked like his sons. He had dark, windswept hair and penetrating blue eyes, even if he was heavyset in middle-age. Cole and Landon were spitting images of him, just thirty years younger.
"Cole, Landon," he said stiffly. "Welcome. Thank you for accompanying Morgan on her college tour."
Okay, so it seemed Gerald was a little more clued in than my mom about the twins' college prospects. At least he knew that the twins had no interest in furthering their education, and had merely been my companions cum chaperones.
"Hey Gerald," said Landon coldly. "So glad to see you. So glad you were there to comfort us after Violet died," he added sarcastically. Violet was their mom, a stripper Gerald had had a fling with twenty years ago. After the twins were born, Gerald sent checks but never saw his boys, as if the money was a sufficient replacement for a relationship. Needless to say, Cole and Landon were bitter about their father, especially since Violet was an addict and completely neglectful parent.
But Gerald didn't look ashamed. Instead, he poured himself some bourbon from a decanter, not bothering to offer us any anything. He took a sip, and I could tell this was a man used to getting his way. He was setting the pace, using the space and the silence to his advantage.
"So did you have a good tour?" he asked smoothly, skipping the small talk and ignoring Landon's comment. Dang, this guy was cold. "I understand you visited RISD, Swarthmore, Bowdoin and a couple other schools right? Bowdoin was Morgan's top choice before. Is it still, after your visit?"
I shot my brothers a glance, and decided to avoid answering directly.
"I thought the campus was beautiful," I gushed, "And the studio art program is exactly what I'm looking for. I love sculpture, and they have an amazing facility, as well as the University Museum, where there's … " my voice trailed off, faltering. Oh crap, the museum is where the University had caught my brothers and I on tape, engaged in heavy foreplay. How could I have forgotten?
"The Museum?" Gerald asked blandly. "Tell me more," he continued.
"Well, they have some amazing art!" I rushed, trying to stick to the easy stuff. "Jeff Koons' balloon dog exhibit is on display, and it's an amazing piece of contemporary artwork, designed to make the viewer question the accoutrements of childhood," I babbled.