CHAPTER NINE
Karlie
I gulped, sitting nervously on my bed. Everything was a whir in my head, I was so confused.
On the one hand, I was Karlie the photographer, dressed in baggy black clothes, the girl who was always behind the shutter, shying from the limelight.
On the other, I was Karlie the Donkey dancer, someone who bared it all for men, the center of attention, flaunting my assets … and now my brothers knew.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. I’d watched the last football game from the sidelines, holding my breath as Colt and Cain dominated the opposition, their massive, athletic forms sprinting down the field, throwing pass after winning pass.
And it was magnificent, how they commanded the team, their unquestioned leadership, play after play going off without a hitch. After the game, I’d half expected them to confront me, to talk about what had happened, but they’d been surrounded by well-wishers, an impenetrable crowd dancing with glee at victory.
But it was only a matter of time. I fidgeted with my bedspread again, pretending to study even though the book was a blur before my eyes, the words slipping off the page as the events of the past couple nights ran through my head.
Then I heard the front door bang, Colt and Cain’s low growls filling the foyer downstairs. Oh god, they were coming up the stairs, their heavy footsteps in the hallway.
And I gave out a sigh of relief when their bedroom door opened. They weren’t coming to my room, I wasn’t even sure they knew where I slept, to be honest. After all, I’d been nothing but a fly to them.
But suddenly a low voice growled “Karlie” and I sat up with a jolt. Because Colt and Cain were standing in the doorway, their massive forms imposing, my room too small for their alpha frames. They had moved so quietly, so stealthily, that I hadn’t heard a thing.
“Hey,” I breathed, sitting up, straightening my button down. “How are you? Great job at the game last night,” I added lamely. Oh god, why was I babbling like this?
But my brothers were smooth.
“Thanks sister,” Colt said. “Did you get any good pics of the action?”
Again, I was surprised. Never for one second did I think that my steps had noticed me on the sidelines, I’d figured I was invisible, blending into the posse of photographers capturing every move. But evidently, my steps were perceptive, even in the heat of the moment.
“Um yeah,” I gulped, “this new stop-action shutter helps me capture every move with minimal blurring,” I said.
With that, my brothers smiled. What had I said that was so funny?
But Colt and Cain merely moved into my room, shutting the door silently behind them. Not that Jerry and Karla cared. They never noticed what we did, they were caught up in their own la-la land, the bliss of old people in love. Besides, their suite was in a different wing of the house so we were basically on our own.
“You know we’re not here about last night,” drawled Cain, his face deceptively smooth. “We’re here to talk about the night before that,” he added pointedly.
I gulped. “Oh yeah, that,” I said lamely. There were no words, silence for a moment.
But Cain continued.
“Why were you at the Donkey?” he asked curiously. “What made you go?”
Oh god, the moment of truth had come. What to say? I decided to be honest.
“Brothers,” I said slowly. “I guess you know now that I’m much more than Karlie the photographer.”
That made my brothers laugh, throwing back their heads, perfect white teeth gleaming.
“I think we know that now,” said Colt with a sly grin. “About a hundred times more than Karlie the photographer. You have a lot to offer,” he intimated.
I reddened. Everything these days sounded like a come-on to me, I was so used to being propositioned at the club.
But I had to provide some explanation, so I continued. “Brothers,” I said lamely, “I guess that I was just lonely?”
That made Cain and Colt toss their heads back with laughter.
“Really little girl?” asked Colt. “But aren’t you busy with school? Don’t you have a million friends from classes and stuff?”
“Well I just moved here,” I said stiffly, sitting on my bed immobile. “As a senior transfer it’s not that easy you know.” My eyes stung with hot tears and I steeled myself, willing them not to fall. I would not cry, not in front of these men.
Immediately my brothers were contrite.
“Of course not,” said Cain gently, sitting on the bed beside me. Colt took a seat on my other side and I was suddenly enclosed by two massive masculine forms, pure slabs of muscle, feeling safe, secure.
“It’s just that we figured you’d be making friends, doing a ton of activities, going on dates, that sort of thing,” added Cain. “It’s not every day that a pretty girl like you shows up at Xavier Middlebury.”
Pretty? I’d never heard that before. I was okay, but I wasn’t a blonde bombshell like the girls they routinely brought back.
I took a deep breath.
“Listen,” I began, “you don’t have to be nice to me just because we’ve crossed some lines physically. I know your type, I know I’m not it, that night was a fluke, you guys were tricked,” I babbled.
But Colt cut me off.
“Who said we were tricked?” he asked smoothly.
“Well,” I stuttered, “you couldn’t exactly stop in front of your friends at the club, and you didn’t know it was me, and …”
My voice trailed off because my brothers were smiling at me.
“Karlie,” growled Colt, “you couldn’t embarrass us in front of our friends.”
“Well you know,” I said helplessly, trying to explain, but my words were garbled. “The football team is so macho, I’m sure you didn’t want to stop or show weakness in front of them.”
“You’re right, we wouldn’t want to stop,” said Cain mildly. “Especially not with your cunny open and steaming like that.”
The heat immediately shot to my fingertips, my insides burning, my chest feeling hot. Oh god, my steps weren’t beating around the bush, mincing any words.
“Yes,” I said slowly, “I was doing the blue light that night. I guess I’ve taken up at the Donkey because it speaks to something in me. I’m not sure what, but sometimes I get the urge to bare it all, to make men look. It’s … enlightening in its own way, I guess.”
My face was on fire, I was sure they’d shoot me down, make me feel small, or at least start laughing, saying I had no idea what I was talking about, I was just a little girl.
But instead, my brothers looked at me with new respect in their eyes.
“That’s the first thing I’ve heard you say from the heart,” growled Colt. “Keep going.”
And I took a deep breath and tried to explain the jumbled up feelings inside.
“It’s weird being at XM,” I began. “I don’t know anyone, I’m always disappearing into the woodwork at school and at home. Brothers,” I said slowly, “I’ve been watching you bring home girls right and left, doing them until they can’t walk the next day, begging you for more still.”
That caused my brothers to quirk their eyebrows but they remained silent.
“And it made me feel … I dunno, hungry inside I guess. I feel like I’m always on the outside looking in. I’m an outsider at school, I’m a photographer so I’m always watching, never participating, and then finally at home,” I said helplessly, gesturing with hands, “You guys are always having fun, teasing girls, using their bodies, and I’m always watching you know?”
Silence. Oh god, I’d been speaking in circles, repeating myself like a ridiculous parrot. What if they didn’t understand?
But Colt’s hand was soft on me knee.
“Well sister,” he said, deceptively mild. “What made you watch us?”
What made me watch? Maybe the fact that their room was two doors down from mine, maybe because they were loud, the squealing, groaning and grunting impossible to miss, maybe because I wanted to see their massive forms naked and straining, dominating new girls each week.
But I said none of that.
“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “Because you’re gorgeous?”
And that made my brothers laugh again, throwing their heads back, a gleam in their eyes, deep voices rumbling throughout the room.
“Sister,” they said, “We have just the solution to help you feel included.”
“So you’re not mad?” I asked slowly, hopefully.
“We’re not mad,” confirmed Cain. “Colt and I … I guess you could call us feminists,” he shrugged. “We believe that women have a right to control their bodies, and who are we to say what’s right and wrong? After all, Colt and I subject our bodies to the grind of football day in, day out, the wear and tear irreversible. We’re lucky we’re not in full-body casts,” he remarked.
“Oh yeah,” growled Colt. “The shit that happens on the field is far worse than the Donkey. There’s a reason why we have trainers, PTs, team doctors, the whole she-bang. In fact, there are days when I practically can’t get out of bed, I feel like a sixty year-old man,” he said matter of factly.
“So you’re saying that you approve of the Donkey?” I asked with amazement. This was beyond my wildest dreams. I’d never expected my brothers to endorse my extracurricular activities.
“Maybe not exactly approve,” said Colt, “I wouldn’t go that far. But we’re not going to tell you what to do and what not to do. You’re in control of your own destiny, like any modern woman.”
I exhaled slowly, feeling as if I’d been freed from a cage. The air suddenly seemed lighter, I could breathe again, and a weight was off my shoulders because my brothers knew everything and didn’t look down on me. They didn’t condemn my choices, didn’t treat me like a leper or second-rate goods. I was just me, only me, and they weren’t passing judgment. I could tell why they were co-captains of the team because they instilled confidence, renewed my sense of self without beating me down, without making me feel two inches high.
“Thank you,” I said slowly. “That means a lot to me.” I gave them a shy smile, a little tremulous.
“And now Karlie,” said Colt with a wink. “About feeling included.”
“We know how to fix that,” said Cain smoothly, getting up, his big body unfolding until his head almost touched the ceiling. “Be back in a sec.”
And in a flash, he was back with a tripod in hand and a big black case.
“Photography?” I asked, astounded. Were we really going to debate the pros and cons of equipment right now, after sharing my secrets?
But Colt and Cain could read my mind.
“Sure we’re going to talk cameras, in the best way possible,” said Cain with a wolfish grin, unpacking the case, flipping it open to reveal the latest Canon EOS Digital Rebel, a camera that I’d been dying for, ogling from afar.
“Is that?” I gasped.
“Oh yeah,” said Colt, “and we’re going use it.”
Because my brothers were setting it up in the corner of the room, pointing it directly at my bed.
“Umm,” I said slowly. “Is this really what I think it’s going to be?”
“Why?” teased Colt, “what are you thinking?”
“Well,” I choked, “I know you guys were at the blue light but you didn’t come,” I said. “Is that what you want?”
“It is,” confirmed my brother, his eyes suddenly serious. “We’re just finishing what we started,” he said smoothly. “It’s been on my mind non-stop,” he said, his eyes gleaming, his body hard, the air suddenly shot with electricity. “I haven’t been able to sleep.”
“At all,” added his twin.
And like that, the men were on me. And reader, it was glorious, I’d seen it so many times, the unrestrained masculine power, and finally I was a full participant, no masks, no hiding, no nothing. I was thrown this way and that, my limbs rearranged, crossed, panting, hungry, a cum receptacle to the max, doing it like each time was the last.
Because I loved it. I loved every second of fucking, the giant dongs always in my field of vision and I couldn’t believe my luck that there were two.
“More brothers,” I panted after our first session. I lay on the bed face-down, spreadeagle, my cunny pummeled and sore but oh so delicious. “Give me more,” I breathed.
And my steps shared a smile before pouncing, shooting their jism in and on me, making me come over and over again, the donkeys relentless. I’d never felt so filled … and wanted by two gorgeous men.