Karina
“Mom, no!” I gasped. “I can’t wear that.”
“Why not?” she begged. “It’s cute and I want you looking extra-nice at dinner with my fiancé and his sons.”
“Ma, no,” I said, shaking my head at the glittery mini-dress. “It’s not me.” My style is hardly prudish, but the mini-dress … it was silver lamé, strapless, and short. Like ridiculously short, like I’d need to keep my napkin in my lap the whole time type of short.
“Karina, please honey, for me,” my mom begged. “You know what Jenna’s like, I’ve got to make amends to my fiancé and his family.”
I sighed. My older sister Jenna, and the trouble she caused. We were headed to a meet and greet with Harold and his boys, but this wasn’t the Brady bunch gathering. I guess a couple months back they’d had some kerfuffle, something about my older sister Jenna dating his son Jake, but then the whole thing blew up when Jake decided to marry my other sister Tina. It was complicated and frankly, I didn’t want to know more, it was bound to be bad news.
But I knew what my mom was saying. Jenna’s a piece of work, someone who does whatever she wants with men and the whole piece of business had been nasty. I knew my mom wanted to present her more approachable daughters at this point.
So it was my turn. I’d flown out from NYU to attend the dinner, making sure to pack a nice dress, but I was thinking modest navy-blue sheath, not a fucking disco ball turned handkerchief!
Just to make things easier, I acquiesced. I knew Jenna was going to be there and would probably act out unless there was another pretty girl in the room, some competition for her. Because I’m nice-looking, I know. Not the Barbie that my sister is, but definitely attractive. I’m rounder, curvy, with auburn hair, green eyes and a sweet smile. Lots of people call me “Karina the Angel” because of my innocent look.
But fuck … after that night in Vegas, I’ve been thinking of nothing else but those twins. Going back to NYU had been a let down, to say the least. The entire plane ride back I’d been in a daze, my mind filled with visuals of cocks rubbing each other, cream spurting from an inflamed crown, catching that cum on my lips.
I’d never witnessed gay sex but I wanted some of it … just with a more participatory role, you know what I mean? And god, those twins, I was basically obsessed. I’d already called the club for their contact information but I guess that kind of info is kept private. They’d rebuffed me, saying it was “for the protection of their dancers.” Yeah, right! Each twin had at least a hundred pounds on me and please, there were two of them and only one of me. More like it was for my protection.
So my head in the clouds, I walked into the dining room at Slanted Plate. Yep, there was Jenna, I could catch the gleaming blonde of her hair even from a mile away, and wouldn’t you know, she looked perfectly polite and nice, chatting with a silver haired gentleman who could be none other than Harold Sterling.
“Harold honey,” cooed my mom, “Meet my other daughter Karina.”
“Hi,” I smiled politely, shaking his hand.
“Don’t give me that,” he growled, standing up to give me a hug. “We’ll be family soon. Ah … my boys are here.”
I turned to look reflexively figuring that it’d be some nerds from the Bay Area. I mean Silicon Valley isn’t exactly known for its hot guys, it’s known for dweebs who weigh about eighty pounds with bad haircuts and pocket calculators.
But I got the shock of my life when I saw the twin strippers from the Lucky Paradise Club. What the fuck? What were they doing at the Slanted Plate?
As if in a trance, I watched as they walked towards us, their forms magnificent, looking oddly businesslike in suit jackets, blue eyes penetrating. But I couldn’t forget – I’d seen those dicks hard and in action and my eyes went immediately to their bulges. Oh god, I could the shape of a penis trailing down the left leg of one, the bulge running halfway down his thigh. I made myself look away from the other.
“Hi,” I stammered, flushing hotly.
The two men’s faces were like masks.
“Hi,” said one smoothly. “I’m Caleb and this is Cade, nice meeting you.”
Pleasantries commenced and we sat down to dinner but I couldn’t taste a thing. My sister Jenna, however, was in prime diva mode, sending her entrée back, embarrassing us by tasting the wine suggested by the sommelier and then spitting it out into an empty cup, saying that it must have been the wrong vintage.
I could tell the twins were disgusted and were just as happy as I when dinner ended.
“Nice to meet you,” I said demurely, looking up at them through my lashes.
And Cade gave me his first real smile the whole night.
“Yeah little sis,” he growled deep in his throat. “Nice to meet you too. Where are you headed now?”
“Um, I’m not sure,” I replied, turning to Mary. “Mom did you want to grab a drink or anything? I don’t know SF well so I was just going to see where you and Harold were headed.”
“Oh no honey, you young people go head,” she said, shooing us with her hands. “Harold and I are going to cozy up before the fire before heading up to bed,” she said giving him a flirtatious wink.
“We can drop you off afterwards,” said Cade.
“No problem,” said Caleb.
But it wasn’t so easy.
“Me too!” squealed Jenna. I felt my heart sink. God, no. Please no, not my older sister. But Jenna had already picked up her phone and was running through a list of bars in the area, figuring out hot spots, where the best crowd would likely be. You’d think someone who’d just gotten dumped by their fiancé would be a little more low profile but Jenna was unstoppable and I already knew there was no way we could avoid her.
So we all piled into the twins’ car on our way to some after-party place called Pink.
“Oh there it is!” squealed Jenna, pointing to a pink light mounted on the wall. There were no signs, nothing indicating that there was a club except a few people milling outside, drinks in hand, bathing in the rosy glow.
Cade pulled the sports car over and held the door open for us.
“After you, ladies,” he murmured.
Jenna swanned in, totally sure of herself, blonde hair gleaming in the low lights and I trailed after, unsteady in my heels, not sure exactly how to behave. Hey, at twenty-one I haven’t exactly had a ton of experience clubbing and I was already a little weirded out being with my two soon-to-be stepbrothers.
But the music pulsed and I let myself get wrapped up in the beat. Soon we were dancing, a part of the sweaty, pulsating mass on the floor and I was having a good time.
Both men surrounded me, their forms massive and dark, towering over the crowd, eyeing me watchfully.
“Hey lighten up,” I said, giggling. “I’m twenty-one now, it’s okay.”
“Yeah but you’re our little sister,” said Cade. “There are a ton of guys here, you don’t know what the male/female ratio’s like in the Bay Area.”
I giggled. I’d heard a lot about that. In New York we had the opposite problem – three girls for every guy, so I was tipsy with happiness that the tables were turned, a bunch of dudes for every pretty girl.
A lecherous looking guy slid in between us and danced up to me, wiggling his ass ridiculously, dressed in a leopard print shirt. But before he could say a word, I’d been hauled away, dragged off from the dance floor by my new steps.
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “I’m not ready to leave yet! Besides, where’s Jenna?”
I craned my head around as best I could. I couldn’t locate my sister but Caden cut me off.
“She can take care of herself,” he said abruptly.
“Yeah,” agreed his twin. “This time is for us.”
I was flustered. “But my sister, she’s in there alone,” my voice trailed off.
“She’ll be fine,” growled Cade. “We’re just stepping outside for a moment.”
Oh okay, a smoke break. No worries. Even though I didn’t smoke it was sometimes nice just to clear your head in the chilly night air, get away from the pounding music, enjoy some chit chat with your fellow partygoers. Cade led the way and we stumbled behind a corner into a deserted alleyway, the sounds of other guests still audible in the distance.
“Hey aren’t we going a little far?” I asked breathlessly. The stilettos were making my feet ache and I leaned against the wall for support. “Everyone else is back there.”
“Sure,” said Cade. “But there’s a reason we wanted you with us.” And he took my lips in his, tracing the seam of my mouth before parting that ruby redness with an insistent tongue.
“Mmmph!” I shrieked, pushing against his chest. This was my brother! What was he thinking? But I only succeeded in pushing myself back into Caleb’s embrace, the big men sandwiching me between them, their groins against me, two hard, massive muscular chests like boards squeezing me tight.
“Wait,” I gasped breathlessly. “So you remember me from Vegas?”
The twins shared a wordless look before turning their attention back to me.
“Sister, we remember you alright,” drawled Cade.
“Maybe a little too well,” said the other. “And we’re here to remember you … again,” he finished, licking a trail up my throat.
Oh god. The twins that I’d been dreaming about. The hot ones who had fucked each other, and here I was with them again, my soon-to-be-steps.
“Wha- what are we doing exactly?” I stammered.
“Just feel,” murmured Caden. “Don’t worry about tomorrow,” his brother said, trailing a hand down my side, skating over my left breast.
And I gave in. I wanted it, even if only to watch the two of them go at it again. The bachelorette party had been by far the dirtiest, darkest experience of my life and hey, if life hands you another opportunity unexpectedly, why not take it?
I kissed first one twin, then the other, savoring their firm mouths, letting them caress me as their kisses trailed over my lips to fall on my cleavage, my shoulders, the back of my neck.
“Oh!” I sighed. “Yes,” I purred as Caleb slipped the zip of my dress down.
“This scrap of fabric has been tantalizing me all night,” he growled as he slid it over my hips, helping me step out of the tiny dress. With a careless wave, he tossed it to the ground, the shimmery fabric a heap on the floor.
My eyes snapped open, realizing that I was nude except for my high heels and panties in public, but my brothers slid their hands over my curves, keeping me warm.
“Don’t worry little sis,” murmured Caden into my ear, “there’s no one here but us.”
“And we won’t let you get away again,” growled Caleb, both his hands cupping my breasts from the back before beginning a massage, weighing my titties in his hands, pulling and squeezing at the nipples.
“Oh…” came my wordless sigh as I leaned my head back on his shoulder. Caden, in front of me, bent to his knees and took a nip in his mouth, sucking on it, running the areola like it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted. Tingles shot straight from my boob to my cunny, making it run with juice, the aroma distinctly musky in the cold night air.
As if sensing my vulnerability, Caden reached a hand between my legs and stroked there.
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, holding his fingers up. “She’s soaked like a slut already.”
I only moaned in agreement, squirming, gyrating my hips to beg for more attention. And my brothers were on it. Caden continued to suckle at my breasts, stroking my cunt through my panties as Caleb ground against me, his massive dong moving in circles in the small of my back, his hands gripping my breasts as he kissed the side of my neck.
Slowly, Caleb slid down to his knees as well, trailing kisses down my spine, massaging my buttocks, stroking my thighs. Instinctively I parted my legs, granting more access, begging him to touch my cunny, play with it, to fuck that tiny hole.
But he wanted to taste first. Pushing me over so that I leaned forward at the waist, he pushed his face into my puss from the back, inhaling me through my g-string.
“Smells like steaming girl,” he grunted, his hands running up and down my calves. Then both men positioned themselves below me, their mouths open as if to catch nectar. With one big hand, Caleb snapped off the cloth, the silk ripping with no resistance, leaving me totally nude except for my heels.
With a collective moan, they dove in, Caleb tonguing my hole from the back, Caden licking my folds in the front. I’d never felt two men on my vag before and it was so distracting, so delicious that my knees grew weak, every part of my puss on fire as I was licked, teased and played with. I braced myself against the wall for support, my cunny tingling and sparking, the two tongues on my most private spot, making me scream for more.
“Please,” I panted breathlessly, my boobs swaying with each gasp, my cunny steaming so moist that the boys could hardly keep up, lapping at my vulva, my thighs, the crease where my puss met my legs.
“Please what?” chuckled one.
“Please more of this?” laughed the other, toying with my clit with his tongue, then biting it firmly.
“Aieee!” was my wordless cry in response.
Both men went back to eating my cunt as my body shivered wordlessly in the night. They had their dicks out now, their big hands moving up their poles in stimulation, and damn but if I didn’t see one brother reach for the other’s dick, trading off, stroking each other, the veins pulsating as they fisted those heavy shafts.
In the meantime, Caleb moved up and began tonguing my ass, probing that little hole with his clever mouth, even biting my buttocks a bit as his brother continued to eat me from below. It was sensational. I felt that slippery muscle rim me, tracing the puckered pleats of my anus and the dirtiness just turned me on, juicing me even further.
“Oh yeah, that ass,” grunted Caden from below as he slurped my cream, stopping for a moment to slide a big finger into my hole, working it in and out rapidly. And I was so turned on that I squealed in response, the pavement beneath me soon wet with droplets of juice, a shower of pussy white on the dark cement.
But I was getting finger-fucked so hard I couldn’t really focus. Taking advantage of my distraction, Caleb inserted a digit into my behind, my dark star resisting its first foreign object. I could feel my brothers’ hands moving in and out, one in my cunt, the other in my ass and I moaned heavily, breathing hard, still bent over, the two men tending to me, priming me for the big time.
Because it was here. With Caden finger-fucking my vag, Caleb straightened behind me and lined his dick up with my anus.
“Oh god, no!” I gasped, turning to look at him with wide eyes. I’ve had sex, but not anal, and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t do that ten-inch dong.
But he must have encountered resistance from women before.
“No worries, sister,” he growled, fingering my ass one last time before pushing that nasty finger into my mouth. “You’ll like it.”
And all I could do was suck, tasting my own musky scent as he rubbed his giant crown against my backdoor, pulling my ass cheeks apart to spread ‘em better, for more traction, better access. I mewled silently even as I tensed.
“Relax,” he growled, moving his hips forward a bit. The strain was excruciating. I felt my little ass push back as his dick moved forward, him rubbing my hole even as he breached it, massaging my cheeks, moving his finger down to stroke the flesh between my vag and anus. “Relax,” he commanded again, pressing forward, insistently increasing the pressure.
And with a pop, he was in. His head moved forward into my rectum a few inches, the penetration unbearable but oh so sweet at the same time. I threw my head back and cried out, unable to muffle my delight mixed with pain.
Down below, Caden was still drinking from the warm, wet pussy fount.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “Her cunny juice just got sweeter with your dick in her ass.”
And that spurred Caleb to push deeper into my back hole. “Unnf!” he roared.
“No!” I squealed simultaneously, panicky at the prospect of taking more than a few inches.
“You will,” he growled as his brother continued lapping, and that spear of fire kept moving deeper until lo and behold, he was balls deep in my GI tract, his cock reaching all the way up to my throat, punishing my body, spearing me on that hot rod.
With a dry rasp, he began moving, fucking me from behind, forcing that dry heat to accommodate his donkey dong.
“Unnf!” I cried with each push. “Unnf! Unnf! Unnf!”
Meanwhile, Cade was lapping at my pussy, playing with my clit even as my backdoor was destroyed. But such ministrations were soon to end.
Cade stood, one hand still buried in my folds, facing me so that his dick was lined up at my hole.
“Just one sec brother,” he grunted and Caleb paused momentarily, obliging him. With a swift movement, Cade thrust his dong into my wet vag and I screamed again, completely, totally filled with dick, stuffed to the max, double-teamed.
“Uh huh, you like it don’t you,” Cade growled as my body trembled and adjusted, trying to accommodate two men at once. And with a practiced movement, they began a syncopated rhythm in that dark alleyway, one pushing in as the other pulled out, reaming me front and back, forcing me to take it, my breasts bouncing and jiggling as they fucked me from both ends.
And reader, the double penetration, god I loved it. I’d never been fucked like this and all I knew was that I wanted it … taking it like a porn star, sperm in my cunt, up my ass, in my mouth, every which way creaming so long as that semen belonged to my brothers.