Double Love

by Cassandra Dee

  That was a huge mistake. Everyone in the restaurant literally craned their heads to get a look at me. Plus, passerby could see me through the big window as they walked outside, doing double takes when they realized who I was. One guy even stopped in his tracks, pointing me out to his friends before laughing nastily.

  Then there were the comments themselves. When our burgers came, the waitress asked silkily, “You’re so skinny when you’re naked, where do all those calories go?”

  I cringed inside. In the video I’d been a healthy, curvy woman but I’d lost weight recently due to stress. My figure was now like a rail because I was unable to eat, unable to focus on anything but the tragedy of my life. It made me feel ugly.

  Even more upsetting, it seemed that comments about my body were fair game now, even if they were disguised at compliments. Just the other day a woman I didn’t even know said, “Love that outfit, the color suits your bush down there.”

  I’d stood stock still, my face burning, unable to even put together a response. The woman had merely sniggered before running off with her friends, leaving me dying inside, wanting to go home.

  But where was home now? My life has gone completely to shit ever since the news hit the papers, and my mom’s a mess, her distress making her helpless.

  “Melly,” Noreen cried into the phone. “Why did you do it? You know I have some money saved, I could have helped you with tuition.”

  “No, Ma,” I said quietly. “Don’t you remember our last conversation? With Sam in the Army now, you asked if there was some way I could get a part time job, remember?”

  “But Melly,” sobbed my mom. “I didn’t mean for you to go into the adult entertainment industry. I never meant for you to sell your body, it’s now how I raised you,” she choked.

  I felt really sad. “I know Ma, you did the best you could. But I didn’t want to burden you, and forty-six thousand a year is way more than we can afford. I didn’t see any other way.”

  “Oh Melly,” sobbed my mom again. “What are we going to do?”

  I didn’t say anything. There were no answers after all, and it was all I could do to try and survive day to day.

  I want to say that I was strong, that I soldiered on stolidly, putting on a brave face by going to class, doing homework, and being productive. But the truth is after a week of torture, I applied for and was granted academic leave from Trinity. Again, another blow to my dreams. I’m not sure when or how I’m going to finish my degree now, and without a degree, how am I going to get a job, especially with my porn background?

  Plus, I’ve been inundated by interview requests of the wrong kind. Journalists ask the most intrusive, degrading questions, and it’s almost as if nothing is off-limits anymore.

  “Do you think you’re being exploited?”

  “What is it like being the face of teenage promiscuity?”

  “Can I take a look at your ID myself? I just want to verify your age for the paper.”

  The questions babbled on in my head even after I left the scene. To be honest, I’m thinking about giving a candid interview just to correct some of the falsehoods. People immediately think that I was abused as a child, molested, locked in dark closets for long hours. How do I explain that my mom worked hard to raise me right, and the porn is in no way a reflection of her parenting skills?

  God, I was exhausted just thinking about it. So very, very tired. Sometimes I feel Melanie fading into the distance and my porn star persona slowly taking over, overshadowing everything that I used to be. People call me “Trinity” occasionally, and I find myself answering questions as her.

  “Trinity, what do you think about double-teaming? Do you think women are abused when they do double penetration?”

  I was fatigued but at the same time so angry, it’s hard to explain. On the one hand, I was ashamed that I’d gone down the adult entertainment path, but on the other, my subconscious knew that I had to own it. After all, anyone who’s ever watched X-rated stuff knows that there are performers who love DP. The girls are usually squealing as they’re sandwiched, savoring the double-stuff in their cunt and ass. So my reply was direct and straightforward.

  “No, women in porn agree to a scene beforehand,” I said firmly. “No producer would spring DP on an actress. Remember, she gets paid a bonus for taking two, so there’s no surprise, it’s all built into the script.”

  “A script?” laughed the reporter disbelieving. “There are no lines in the film.”

  I kept my face resolute. What a jerk-off. But it wasn’t over yet.

  “Trinity,” asked another reporter. “Are you making enough to cover your tuition now? Forty-six thousand a year is a lot.”

  That was the other big angle to the story. How increasing student debt burdens had forced an Ivy League student to sell her body. And I wasn’t sure what to say in response to this question because it was basically true.

  I decided to dodge instead.

  “I’m sorry,” I said sweetly. “But my financial situation is none of your business. Besides, it’s rude to ask someone’s salary,” I said. “How would you like it if I asked how much you made?”

  “Seventy-five thousand,” he sniggered, not missing a beat. “After taxes. So how about it? Answer the question, honey bun, you know we’ll find out anyways.”

  “No can do,” I replied sweetly. “But I’ll let you know the next time I have a new release.”

  Because I was thinking of taking control of the narrative. Things had spun so out of control, all the lies and rumors about me building up, making me feel sad but also violated and outraged. I needed to regain control of my life and maybe the solution was to throw myself into the lion’s den. After all, I was already at its edges. Why not go all the way?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Stryke

  I wanted my sister home asap. She was flying in this afternoon and we couldn’t get her in our arms soon enough.

  The maelstrom has been fucking incredible. Melanie’s been profiled in Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone, all those publications focusing on the salacious parts of her story, painting her as a “porn star” when in fact, she’s never performed professionally. It was all because of that leaked audition tape.

  But celebrity is cruel. The press has taken to calling her “Trinity” and her answers have been getting sassier and more confident. She’s saying things like, “Women own their bodies and if they want to make a little money, why not?” Holy cow. What had become of our innocent little girl?

  When Melanie showed up at our doorstep, Saxon and I were on her in a second, helping her in, settling her on the couch. She looked tired and I was again reminded of her relative youth. In the magazine profiles she’d been doused in make-up, her hair blown-out straight so that she looked at least twenty-five. Here, out of the public glare she was eighteen again, our little sister to be protected and cherished.

  “Baby,” said Saxon, “how have you been holding up?”

  “Oh god,” she sighed, leaning her head against his bicep. “Not good,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry, I ended up taking leave from school and they said they couldn’t refund tuition for this semester, not even part of it,” she continued sadly.

  I kissed her head.

  “Don’t even worry about the refund,” I rumbled. “We don’t care about the lost tuition. The more important question is, how are you?”

  She closed her eyes as if letting herself rest for the first time in two weeks, breathing shallowly, tears gathering beneath her eyelids.

  “Sax, Stryke,” she said sadly. “Am I done for? Will I always be Trinity now, and not Melanie? Because you know that’s how I’m publicly known.”

  We didn’t know what to say. The truth was yeah, she was probably barred from gainful employment forever more, the best she could do was probably as a waitress or working retail. Because what respectable corporation would hire a former porno star? Background checks these days are crazy rigorous.

  But we didn’t want to get into it just now. W
e wanted her to feel better, to become whole again, after the messed-up turn in her life.

  “Honey,” I said, smoothing her hair back. “Why don’t you get some rest, you must be tired after the long flight. We’ll talk about it after dinner.”

  And I saw that she was nodding off already, weary and slumped, the stress and tension melting from her slender frame for the first time in weeks. Slowly, Saxon picked her up and we deposited her on the big bed in our room, her small form dwarfed by the huge circular mattress.

  Once the door was closed, Sax turned to me.

  “Fuck brother,” he growled. “She’s so tiny, she’s lost weight for sure. Any update on who did this?”

  I sighed. The truth was painfully simple and heartbreaking.

  “Her roommate,” I said. “A girl named Lauren. Melly thinks they’re best friends, but Lauren videotaped the audition on her cell and sold it,” I said.

  “Well, let’s fuck her up then,” growled my twin, and I nodded. The bitch was in for it.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Melanie

  I woke with a start. Where was I? Suddenly it all came rushing back. After withdrawing from Trinity, I flew to LA, back to the safety of my brothers’ arms. I’d been feeling nauseous, the stress taking a toll on my body, making me jumpy yet curiously sleepy at the same time.

  But Saxon and Stryke had been kind, touching in their care and attention.

  “Sweetheart,” Sax had said that first night. “Don’t worry about us, just get some rest.”

  And Stryke agreed, both brothers stroking my body until I fell asleep, their big forms looming yet reassuring on each side, cradling me between their warmth.

  Now that I was fully awake though, I contemplated my situation. I hadn’t made a single dollar for my brothers and instead had cost them forty-six thousand, none of which I could pay back. I felt like I owed them something.

  But they merely shushed me.

  “It’s no trouble baby,” said Sax, giving me a kiss. “Don’t even worry your pretty little head.”

  “Besides,” added Stryke. “What are brothers for?”

  And with that, I’d leaned into their embrace, so happy that my mother had married their dad and that I’d met these supportive, generous men. I had a feeling I could never return their kindness and was eternally grateful for their loving.

  “Sax, Stryke,” I whispered. “I want to do something for you.”

  “Hmm?” asked Stryke, distracted. He was stroking my breast, watching with fascination as my nips hardened under my t-shirt, listening with only one ear.

  “I want to do a double vaginal penetration,” I whispered shyly. “Both of you in my pussy.”

  That got their attention.

  “Melly, are you sure?” asked Sax, his hands momentarily still on my body. “It’s not for every woman,” he warned.

  “I know,” I replied. “But I want to because it would feel good … and I love you,” I confided.

  There, it was out. As the days had passed, I’d realized that my steps were my source of comfort and support, my rocks to lean on, my lighthouse in these stormy times. What had begun as a sleazy opportunity to make porn had become something completely different: love. Double love, to be exact.

  And my brothers growled in appreciation.

  “Melly,” they rumbled. “We feel the same about you,” they said as their hands urgently ran over my body. “We were so worried about you. We want you to stay and never leave.”

  And with that declaration, we threw ourselves into the lovemaking full-force. It was more satisfying and demanding than any sex I’d ever had. Our kisses were furious and ravenous, searching and taking with only the determination and depth that lovers can muster. I ran my tongue across theirs, tasting first one twin, than the other, as I desperately reacquainted myself with their bodies and their cocks.

  I knelt between their naked forms, my hands gripping the two twelve-inch dongs, my little fists full with the straining, hard lengths. God, it felt so good, the shafts pulsing in my palms, veins bulging while the tips dripped.

  Hungrily, I licked Saxon’s glans, tasting his man milk before switching over to Stryke, slurping gently at the wet head. Their semen was salty and sweet, Saxon’s more musky and strong, while Stryke had a tangy, creamy feel.

  I jammed their cocks into my mouth, greedy for both, trying to take as much possible at once. It was difficult and erotic, my cheeks bulging with the donkey dongs, stuffed to the brim as I drooled and mewled, hungry for man meat.

  But my brothers only chuckled and ground their hips against my face.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” they rumbled, running their hands through my hair. “There’s plenty more.”

  And with that, Stryke picked me up and tossed me onto the big bed. I squealed, my auburn hair flying, cunt already dripping wet from the hot blue gazes latched to my body. Stryke dove between my legs as Sax nipped at my breasts, each man ravenous for more.

  With a groan, Stryke licked my cunt from anus to clit, diving in deep between those creamy folds, tracing every nook and cranny of my vagina with his tongue. He lightly tapped the little hole where his dick would go, testing it before beginning a rub on my clit, sensitizing those nerves, watching raptly as cream flowed from my channel.

  “Oh fuck, I’ve gotta taste,” he growled, and dove back in between my thighs, lapping up my female juices, letting them course down his throat.

  Meanwhile, Sax did a number on my breasts, popping each tit into his mouth before squeezing my mounds together and suckling both nipples into his mouth. I screamed with joy, twin jolts of electricity shooting straight from my boobs to my cunt, making me gush wetly into Stryke’s mouth.

  “Mmmm, tasty,” said Stryke devilishly. “Make her cream more,” he commanded his brother.

  And Saxon didn’t hesitate. He straddled my breasts, squatting over my torso, pushing up their creamy bellies so that his cock was nestled between the mounds. Slowly, he began titty-fucking me, the friction so good, so hot, that his dick began leaking immediately, trailing semen all over my chest.

  “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “Oh fuck your jugs are fucking awesome.”

  And I agreed, bending my head to lick the tip of his penis each time it came towards my mouth, trying to taste as much semen as possible, savoring the sperm.

  “Fuuck,” he groaned again, as I got in a particularly satisfying slurp. “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Not so fast,” warned Stryke. “We’re doing a double-fuck.”

  And Stryke stood up between my thighs, pushing his member into my cunt with one swift thrust. I bucked and squealed at the penetration.

  “Aieee!” I cried. Just like before, he was so big that my lower body was lifted into the air as I was impaled, like a kebab on a stick. My cunt tensed and struggled, trying to accommodate him, my juices flowing hard and fast as I was reamed by that big, hot fuckpole.

  But also just like before, I began wriggling and squirming, edging myself down onto the donkey dong as he thrust forward slowly, penetrating me inch by inch.

  “Oh god!” I cried breathlessly, my cunt full, my pussy stretched and filled like never before. Instead of answering, Stryke merely gestured for his brother to join him.

  Saxon moved down my body so that he straddled me just in front of Stryke. Tantalizingly, he pressed his penis against my vag, forcing his brother’s dick down as he sought to make his own space.

  “Ohhhh! Oh oh oh!” I gasped. I knew double-stuffing was hard, but I’d forgotten how big my brothers were, how wide they were around, their twelve inch lengths dominating and using me.

  Determinedly, Stryke kept pushing, stretching my little puss, watching hungrily as my folds parted, making way for a second dick in my vaginal canal.

  “Remember sweetheart,” he whispered as I gasped in shock. “You’re big enough to pass a baby down there, so two dicks should be easy peasy,” he rumbled.

  A baby? Oh god a baby. But I was overcome with sensation because he was in all
the way, both my brothers were in all the way, my sweet little snatch violated by twenty-four inches.

  And with an unspoken signal, Saxon and Stryke began to move, swinging their hips in time, running their shafts in and out of my tight hole. I creamed wetly, juicing the way, lubing up the ride, my brothers groaning as they felt the wetness gush around them, cushioning them in their ecstasy.

  I wasn’t able to last long. The feel of two dicks in me was overwhelming and I screamed as I came, blacking out for a moment, my eyes rolling up into my head as my cunt squelched and clenched on the double dicks, squeezing and twitching around the solid, hot shafts. My whole body felt like it was engulfed in a cloud of electricity, jerks and spasms in my cunt spreading through my body as tingles raced from my twat to the tips of my fingers and toes.

  My stepbrothers couldn’t hold back either. They came with twin roars, their man milk jetting into my cunt, dousing me in their seed, two squirts of jism simultaneously deposited in my body. They spurted again and again, rope after rope of sperm filling my hot cavity, covering my ovaries, spraying my fertile fields with sheer masculine viritility.

  There was so much that the white leaked out between our bodies, trailing down my thigh and making a wet spot on the bed. Fuck, I was so sated, my nips, cunt and entire body feeling wonderfully relaxed, stretched and full. I was extraordinarily happy.

  And my brothers smiled as well.

  “Little girl,” murmured Saxon, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “We’re drenched in your cum.” My eyes flew open as I gazed at them. Because it was true – I’d ejaculated with my earthshaking climax, and both my brothers had female juice all over their groins and chests.

  “And baby,” rumbled Stryke, massaging the vaginal fluid into his skin as his blue eyes gleamed. “Your female nectar is sticky and sweet just like you.”

  I smiled at them then because Saxon and Stryke are my stepbrothers … my loves … and my life.