Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(37)

Slowly, oh so slowly, I lined my member up with her brown pucker and began pressing. Morgan's eyes flew open and she gasped.

"But brothers!" she exclaimed. "I'm already full!"

"That's right," moaned Cole beneath her, holding still for a moment as I  made my entrance. "You have me in your twat, and you'll be taking  Landon in your backdoor," he ground out.

"Shhh, baby," I added. "Double penetration is amazing, you'll love it, I promise," I reassured her.

Morgan's eyes rolled back in her head as I continued my assault on her  ass. With a pop, my tip pushed into her anal chamber, violating that  tiny butt, and I could feel Cole through her pussy wall. I kept up the  pressure, slow but steady, and with another pop, I was deep into her  anus, my dick tipping out at her GI tract, completely embedded.

The clench on my dick was so tight, so hot that I thought it might break  off. Sweat broke out on my brow as I started swinging my hips in time  with my brother. I'd push in as he pulled out, and damn, but the feel of  another cock rubbing through her pussy wall made everything twice as  nice.

We fucked her this way, slowly, gently, letting the rhythm build  naturally. In I would go, as Cole swung out, and then vice versa. By  now, Morgan was moaning, stretched and filled beyond her wildest  imaginations.

"Brothers," she panted, her breasts heaving as I kissed her neck. "I'm  …  I'm  …  aieeee! I'm coming!"

Simultaneously, her cunny and ass clenched down, stimulating our dicks  as they moved in and out of her body. Vaginal cream spurted everywhere,  coating our penises, making our thrusting even more desperate as we  fucked our little sister.

"FUUUCK!" roared Cole as he came hotly in her cunt, spurting his sperm  deep. I could feel his pulsing on the underside of my dick, even through  Morgan's orgasms, and the combo of two orgasms forced me to come as  well.

With a roar, I exploded into Morgan's butt. My sperm rushed from my  balls, through my hot shaft, and sprayed her anal cavity, lubing up that  backdoor with my virility. My dick twitched and pumped uncontrollably  as my hips jerked, the sperm so copious that it ran out between our  bodies, coating our dicks and her pussy.

"Oh oh oh," moaned Morgan, sandwiched between us. Her body was still  flushed and trembling from the high, our penises deep in her as she lay  her head down on Cole's chest, trying to catch her breath.

I rubbed her gleaming shoulders as she panted, my brother's dick twitching occasionally as he murmured soothing words to her.

"Baby, you were fantastic," he rumbled, stroking her hair. "You did DP  just right, we loved it," he said, looking at me over her shoulder.

I was about to add my assent when suddenly the door burst open. What the  fuck? Gerald and Linda stood there, Gerald's expression as dark as  thunder, Linda white as a sheet, horror filling her eyes. Because she  was looking at her baby girl, still a teenager, naked and sandwiched  between two men, whose dicks were currently buried in her cunt and ass.

"Morgan!" she screamed. "Oh my god!" she shrieked, her eyes rolling up into her head before she fainted.

Fortunately, a security guard caught her before she fell. Because yeah,  my dad had brought the police with him. Behind him, looming in the hall,  were at least five officers, holding out their billy clubs like Cole  and I were hardened criminals.

"Get the fuck off of her!" my dad roared.

Cole and I complied. I pulled my dick from Morgan's ass, trying to go as  fast as possible without hurting her, while shielding her anus from the  gaze of the crowd. Morgan was deathly pale, and grabbed the sheet to  pull over her body, as Cole pulled out as well, his member sticky with  her fluids.

"Daddy!" she cried. "This isn't what it looks like!"

"Oh really," said Gerald sarcastically. "My two sons haven't been  fucking you, is that what you're saying? Fucking their own sister?  Because that's what it looks like."         

     



 

"Listen," said Cole, wrapping a sheet around his waist, his chest still  bare. "Let's not get carried away here. Sure, it doesn't look great, but  there's an explanation for everything."

"The FUCK there's a good explanation for this," ground out Gerald.  "Officers, take these fucking criminals away," he said. "They forced  their little sister, making them incestuous rapists."

And before Cole or I could do anything, the officers were on us,  handcuffing our hands behind our backs and leading us to the bedroom  door.

"No!" cried Morgan. "They didn't make me do anything! And we're not biologically related!"

A brawny middle-aged policewoman stepped forward, flashing a badge.  "Miss," she said. "I'm Officer Parker. Often, victims don't even know  they're victims, and this could be the case here. Do you acknowledge  that those are your brothers?"

"Well, yes," said Morgan. "But it's not what it looks like!"

"Miss, I'll have to take your statement later, but for now, we are going  to do as Mr. Kingsley orders and take your brothers to lock-up," stated  the policewoman.

And so Cole and I were hustled downstairs into waiting cop cars, on our  way to jail. We didn't have a plan, but as I looked over my shoulder at  Morgan, our little girl pale, slim, and pregnant with our baby, I knew  my twin and I would be back.



Continue to Part Five





CHAPTER NINETEEN


Morgan




It was a nightmare come true. My mom and stepdad had burst into our  room, catching the twins and me in flagrante. Okay, so that's a nice way  of putting it. Basically, they caught us naked, me sandwiched between  my brothers with Cole in my pussy and Landon in my ass. Hardcore and  oh-so-satisfying double penetration with my handsome stepbrothers, whom I  also happened to adore.

Yes, I adore them. Because the twins have grown on me, making me tremble  and shiver, butterflies in my stomach when I'm in their presence. I  care for them deeply, and the two men are complements to one another,  with me as the final, perfect piece. Landon is more laid back, gentle,  funny and kind, whereas Cole is a bad boy, alpha and assertive, but  sweet on the inside as well. They're the perfect matches for me, and  I've fallen head over heels.

So to watch them dragged off, hands cuffed behind their backs filled me  with panic. Their broad backs were stiff, their muscular bodies strained  even if there was no struggle.

I rushed down the stairs in their trail, my thoughts scattered. But  Landon's steely gaze stopped me in my tracks, and he nodded to the  officer in charge.

"Officer," he rumbled. "Can we have a word with our sister before we go?"

"Certainly not!" snapped the bitch, a burly middle-aged woman. "You're  accused of raping your younger sister, you really think that's going to  happen?"

"Well, surely she can visit us at the County Jail tomorrow, right?  That's not prohibited?" he growled, as my eyes filled with tears.

"You'll be at State, not County," said the woman peremptorily. "Now  git!" she snapped, and her henchmen wrestled the twins into the back of a  police van, several others standing guard in case the boys tried to  escape.

I was bereft, but suddenly knew what Landon had been trying to do. He'd  subtly told me where to find them tomorrow, which was crucial because  I'm pregnant with their baby.





CHAPTER TWENTY


Morgan




I thought that was the finale to a horrendous night, but little did I  know. My mom turned to me with tearful eyes and cried, "Morgan, are you  okay? Those two brutes  …  I can't believe it," she said pitifully, her  eyes pooling. "It's just been so hard on me, you know?"

"Hard on you!" I exclaimed. "You've been traipsing around the world for  the last two years with Gerald! I hardly even see you! How could this be  hard on you?"

Linda was misguided. She'd been thrilled to marry Gerald because his  fortune provided us with a luxurious lifestyle, a welcome change from  our previously hardscrabble life. But my mom had become a wraith.  Instead of mothering a sensitive daughter, she'd lavished her attentions  on my new stepdad, leaving me to raise myself. She had no idea what'd  been happening in my life, and her characterization of my stepbrothers  as brutes was totally unfounded and wrong.

I wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she'd been a conspirator in  Gerald's plan to lock-up Cole and Landon, and I turned away, intending  to sequester myself until morning, when I could visit my lovers. But no  such luck. Unexpectedly, handcuffs were clipped around my wrists, the  metal ice cold on my skin.         

     



 

"Hey!" I gasped. "Mom, what's going on?" I asked, as I was dragged to a police cruiser.

"Baby," she said, her face crumpling. "Gerald told me the boys have been  hurting you, and  …  we thought it would be best if you went to the  hospital for an exam."