CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Troy
I watched as the girl circled the pole, licking it lasciviously, shaking her ass as her boobs jiggled. Malena was gorgeous. From some impoverished Eastern European country, she barely spoke English but clearly understood the universal language of sex. When she’d walked into our office, she’d immediately shed her mink coat, showing off her luscious, naked figure, clad only in high heels.
Yep, she was here for stripper tryouts. My brother and I regularly source girls, and there’s a constant stream of women in and out, dancing for us, showing off their assets. Why wouldn’t they? Working for the Lyon twins is a lucrative business, and within a week of starting, some of these girls are making enough so that they don’t ever need to worry about food or shelter again.
Plus, it’s a pretty sweet gig. Some of them only dance, but the best girls escort on the side as well. They charge their clients three to five thousand a night, and if you’re able to go on three dates in a week? Boom. Ten thousand, easy.
Of course, we screen like the fucking FBI. We fingerprint these chicks, pay for full medical check-ups, and vet their immigration status. All of their files are kept in a fireproof cabinet in our office, the combination secret. Plus, our office is locked all the time, with no windows and soundproofed so that the girls have complete privacy and security as they dance for us.
I could feel myself getting hard as Malena twirled around the pole. Hey, I’m a red-blooded male, it’s to be expected. But I wasn’t tempted to fuck her. You see, ever since Krissy became a part of our lives, I’ve been entranced. It’s like the promiscuous side of me, the guy who fucked three or four girls a night, has vaporized, instead becoming a doting brother and boyfriend.
And I’m using the word boyfriend purposefully. We’ve never talked about it with Krissy. After all, it’s completely inappropriate, we’re her older brothers, and brothers and sisters can’t be couples. But it’s not like we’re biologically related.
As a result, Tyler and I have been squiring her about, giving her the full girlfriend treatment. My brother is just as head over heels for Krissy, probably even more so than me, which is ironic since he’s the silent and deadly type, hardly a romantic. But just the other day, I caught him picking out flowers for our little girl, looking sheepish when I bumped into him at the florist.
“So who are those for?” I’d asked casually. He’d been poring over some white flowers, pretty with five petals each. But it was the roses that had caught his eye, and I’d caught him red-handed, reaching for a dozen in a deep, wine color.
“Shut the fuck up,” he ground out. Okay, clearly he hadn’t picked up any manners, and was just as ill-tempered and rude as always. What can I say? We’re brothers, knowing exactly how to push each other’s buttons.
But the truth was I already knew who the flowers for, and I was at the florist for the very same reason. I wanted to give Krissy something special, something fragrant and romantic, much like her sweet, sensual self.
My brother beat me to it, grabbing a lavish bouquet and heading over to the cashier. I was tempted to snatch it right out of his hands, but stopped myself, forcing myself to breathe, to keep calm.
“Listen Tyler, we both want Krissy, it’s obvious,” I’d said at the register. “What are we going to do, show up on the doorstep, both of us with bouquets, trying to outdo each other? It’s ridiculous,” I stated.
“Do whatever you want,” he ground out, whipping out his credit card.
“Listen, this is about more than the flowers,” I said, starting to feel impatient. “This is about sharing our little sister, maximizing her happiness. We’ve both done her, and it’s been fucking amazing so far, but it’s driving us crazy, knowing she’s fucking two men. Instead, why don’t we fuck her together, make it a trio you know?”
That made Tyler pause. We’ve fucked the same girl before, even had threesomes, but it was never with any emotion. It was just body parts, an available cunny that we could shove our dicks into. But this time, my proposition was different. I was talking about sharing Krissy emotionally as well, making sure our little sister got the best of both worlds, the best possible experience with her brothers.
He paused, and I could see his mind churning. With a sigh, he turned to me.
“Yeah, I guess,” he growled. “I don’t want to put her in a bad position, make her pick between us, so we’ll go it together, yeah?”
And that’s how we ended up in the living room, our little sister on the couch between us with a big vase of flowers on the coffee table.
“So what do you think?” I asked, my hand on her knee. My brother played with her hair, twirling those chestnut locks absentmindedly as he gazed at her adoringly. Hard to imagine that we hadn’t even known her three months ago.
Krissy hesitated. “Does this mean that you’re my boyfriends?” she asked shyly.
That was a hard question. “We can’t exactly say that we’re your boyfriends, little one,” I replied. “I mean, we’d love to but the world’s not exactly accepting of romantic relationships between sibs. I guess it’s better to say that you’re going to get the girlfriend treatment from us, even if we can’t acknowledge you to the public.”
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing, a smile creeping over her face. “Yes, I’d like to be your ‘secret’ girlfriend then,” she said gently, leaning forwards to give me a kiss. Her lips tasted so good, soft and plush against my mouth that I was already stiffening, my cock coming to attention. But she pulled back and turned to give Tyler a kiss as well, just as luscious and erotic.
My brother growled in his throat, and Krissy laughed softly, her hands reaching for our packages. “So brothers, shall we take it to the bedroom?”
And that was the first time we truly made love as a threesome, our little sister bare and willing in our arms.