Double Desire

by Cassandra Dee

  It was so delicious that I almost passed out, right then and there, with a dozen men’s eyes on me, my pussy getting licked in clear sight. But I hadn’t counted on what happened next.

  Cain took his place in front of me. I could see the tips of his shoes in my sightline. And my brother had unfastened his jeans because there was the unmistakable fall of sticky substance to the floor. Oh god, he was leaking cum.

  And then I felt another pair of lips on my ass, caressing the round mounds, lightly tickling my cheeks with his tongue while making the hairs on my body stand up with electricity. So this is what it felt like to have two men on you, two aroused, hot, hungry twins determined to own my body.

  While Colt sipped at my cunt, Cain made his way over to my crevice, lightly tonguing that beautiful flesh, the skin bouncy and elastic, and filled with my arousal.

  But suddenly his knees straightened as he stood abruptly.

  “Karlie,” he ground out, for my ears only.

  I gasped. Cain had recognized me somehow. But how? I started squirming with panic, my legs flailing a bit, my breath coming in pants as I struggled to right myself, but Colt’s arms locked in place, holding me down. Thank god my face was buried between his knees and out of sight from the crowd, because the shock was probably visible even through the mask.

  I kept squirming, but Colt’s big biceps were relentless, and I was immobilized.

  “Stay still,” he ground out into my pussy, his voice muffled by my folds. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  Cain reached over then to stroke my back, running his big hands down the curves, like he was calming a wild animal. Surprisingly enough, it worked. I felt a sense of peace descending, the fear and panic dissipating as his big hands massaged, my muscles relaxing and my breathing growing even.

  “So little girl,” he rumbled as his hands did their magic. “This is where you’ve been.”

  I couldn’t reply. I was upside down in Colt’s lap but I wiggled my ass in response, drawing chuckles from the men.

  “Oh yeah, this is where she’s been,” agreed his brother, and I was again surprised. They’d noticed my absence? Colt and Cain, who barely noticed that I was even alive?

  But the men weren’t done yet.

  “We’re going to go easy,” rumbled Cain. “This isn’t the time or place,” he said to his brother.

  Colt just grunted his reply.

  “But we can make her cream hard,” he said emphatically.

  “Oh yeah,” rumbled Cain. “Definitely.”

  And with that, big fingers skipped over my pussy to toy with the string between my legs. Because guess what else had been in the treasure chest? Oh yeah, a big pink ball that you insert in your private place. It’s basically a giant ben wa ball, rubber, ribbed, and I’d almost come just inserting it.

  “Oh yeah, love this,” rumbled one, his breathing hot on my ass cheeks.

  “Do it,” commanded the other, and the fingers began tugging.

  I’ve had things pulled out before. The slide feels amazing. It rubs deliciously as it passes through my channel, stimulating my insides and teasing my g-spot. But the twins finessed it, using subtle technique that made me moan with longing.

  The fingers would pull, and then stop, pull and then stop. I could imagine what the football team was seeing. The pink ball, emerging in glimpses, a peek of pink visible each time they pulled, then disappearing back into my folds, then reappearing again, this time more, before retreating back into my wetness.

  It felt so good that I began creaming, the viscous white lubing the ball, and rising to the top to the hoots and hollers of the team.

  “So gorgeous,” breathed one guy.

  “Fuuuuck,” ground out another, no doubt palming himself.

  “Oh yeah,” gasped another and from the unmistakable spattering sound, I knew he’d just come, jizz hitting the floor.

  It went on for minutes, my brothers teasing me, that ball slowly making its way out, one step forward, one step back, showing itself between my lips, my little cunt stretched and pulled.

  And finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. A big finger had reached for my clit, stimulating that little nub, giving it a massage and with a squeal I let go.

  “Oh!” I screamed, my legs straightening, toes pointing as I clenched, my puss shaking with an earthquake of spasms. I couldn’t control it. I was upside down, and the plaything of two gorgeous men as ten more watched. My cunt seized, hard, and the ball was forced out with an audible pop, the squelching sound so loud with spatters of my cream flying all over the place.

  As if in reply, dribbles of jizz hit the floor, the sign of a dozen men coming hard, their dicks giving it up in the walls of the Tigress Club. Oh yeah, I’d done it. I’d touched only two men, but my delicious body had made a roomful of customers spurt, their life force ejaculating with a chorus of moans and hard groans.

  And what happened next was even more shocking. Or maybe I should have expected it because dollar bills began to float, drifting down to my hair, landing on my naked body, forming a circle around Colt, Cain and I, like a massive snowfall in green.

  We’d made it rain. My brothers and I had done it together.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Colt

  It was un-fucking believable. We’d headed to the strip club as part of the football team’s “make it rain” jaunt. It’s an athletic tradition, and it’s pretty fucking awesome. Guys like Harry, who’s as big as a refrigerator, standing onstage, showering the girls with dollar bills, hundreds if not thousands in cash, intent on upping his karma.

  Or Mikey, who uses fifties, his own personal interpretation of the tradition. But whatever it is, we do it before each game, picking a joint where the girls are willing and hot. The money flows like continuous lava after we get there.

  Plus, the Tigress Club is one of our favorites. We knew the blue light was coming because we’ve done it before and witnessed all sorts of shenanigans. Last time Mikey did two girls at once, and that was a mistake because he blew his load so hard he could barely make it onto the field the next day.

  But what happened last night was totally unexpected. The stripper had been gorgeous, her body curvy, those flanks golden and gleaming in the low light. And the mask, the red lips, it turned us on. I could feel my body temperature soaring with each twist of her hips.

  But something about her had seemed familiar from the get go. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first because I was in the throes of pleasure, but the back of my brain was whirring, logging each move, and each sinuous glide. Something about her was definitely familiar.

  It wasn’t until I had her legs up on my shoulders, taking a deep whiff, that I knew. And it struck Cain at the same time, as soon as his tongue touched her backside because it was our sister, Karlie. She was the masked dancer.

  I’d frozen in shock, and it was a good thing I did because my muscles automatically clamped as Karlie began squirming, desperate to get up.

  “Colt, Cain!” she’d gasped from between my legs. But I wouldn’t let her say more.

  “Still,” I’d commanded, all the while breathing in those delicious aromas, the personal scent I’d recognize anywhere.

  And we’d done our part, sure. We didn’t make love to her, but we’d made the most out of a blue light by letting that little pussy get exposed, putting on a show in front of the guys. And afterwards, we’d deposited her backstage, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips in front of the other girls.

  “See ya,” I ground out, my body still hard.

  “Later,” added Cain, his hand swiping between her legs one last time.

  And the girl had looked at us mutely from behind the mask, her eyes pleading with us to not say anything. Not now, not in front of everyone.

  So we’d stayed silent, headed back out to the crowd to the slaps of our teammates, their guffaws and hoots congratulating us.

  “You did that girl good,” jawed one dude. He’d literally eaten three steaks at dinner earlier.

 
“Oh yeah,” added Pat, another massive guy. “And look what I’ve got,” he said, holding up the pink ball. It dangled wetly, almost five inches across, still dripping with her personal juices.

  But Cain and I played it cool.

  “Oh yeah, we’ll be killing it at the game on Friday,” I said nonchalantly. “What are we out? Two thou? Three?”

  “At least three,” chortled Jimmy, our equipment manager. “It’s gonna be a blowout tomorrow. The Ravens are going to get it.”

  So we suited up the next day, our confidence on high. The team was pumped and stoked, the testosterone level on max, and each guy ready to do some serious damage.

  Jimmy ran over with a bunch of equipment under his arm. As quarterback, it’s my job to check all the balls before they’re brought out to the refs. After all, I was the one who’d be gripping them.

  I squeezed each one, the leather tough, the pebbled grain rough and scratchy. They were fine, and I gave the go signal.

  “Game time,” I commanded, as we huddled. “No mercy.” With that, it was on.

  It was fucking awesome because last night had been good for me. The ball flew in a perfect arc each time I threw it, my arm like a shot put, launching each pass up the field, further, further, until we were in the end zone multiple times.

  And Cain, he was a magnet for the balls, the pigskin landing in his arms with a resounding thwack as he darted down the field. My twin was total speed and agility on the green, tucking the ball under his arm one-handed while straight-arming any threats.

  So yeah, we cleaned up again. The rain had worked, and we were champions.

  But in the meantime, there was still the question of our sister.

  “What do you think?” grunted Cain to me in the showers. The Eagles had one of those old-school set-ups. It was a group shower, with a huge tiled room and multiple spouts. We were surrounded by a scrum of guys getting washed and cleaned after another exhilarating victory.

  I knew he was referring to Karlie, and not to plays or strategy.

  “We’ll see her when we’re back,” I grunted in reply, massaging soap over my pecs. “It’s time,” I added.

  “Yeah,” he agreed. Because we’d avoided Karlie for fear of corrupting an innocent girl but clearly, we’d misunderstood. Our sister was more than meets the eye, and we wanted to explore.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Karlie

  I gulped, sitting nervously on my bed. Everything was a whir in my head, and 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 dancer, someone who bared it all for men, the center of attention, flaunting my assets. Except, 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.

  It was magnificent how they commanded the team. They held unquestioned leadership, and play after play went 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. There was 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 slipped off the page as the events of the past couple nights ran through my head.

  Then I heard the front door bang, and Colt and Cain’s low growls filled the foyer downstairs. Oh god, they were coming up the stairs, their heavy footsteps in the hallway.

  I let 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 while 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 babe,” 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. Our parents never noticed what we did because 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. Silence filled the air for a moment.

  But Cain continued.

  “Why were you at the Tigress?” he asked curiously. “What made you go?”

  Oh god, the moment of truth had come. What to say? I decided to be honest.

  “Well,” I said slowly. “I guess you know now that I’m much more than Karlie the photographer.”

  That made my brothers laugh. They threw back their heads, perfect white teeth gleaming.

  “I think we know that now,” said Colt with a wry grin. “You’re 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 because I was so used to being propositioned at the club.

  But I had to provide some explanation, so I continued. “Um well,” I said lamely, “I guess that I was just lonely?”

  That made Cain and Colt toss their heads back with laughter.

  “Really sweetheart?” 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 to make friends, 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 between two massive masculine forms. They were pure slabs of muscle that made me feel safe and secure.

  “It’s just that we figured you’d be making friends and doing a ton of activities. We thought you’d be 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, and I know I’m not it. That night was a fluke because 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 sm
iling 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 cunt open and steaming like that.”

  The heat immediately shot to my fingertips. My insides burned and my chest felt hot. Oh god, my steps weren’t beating around the bush or mincing any words.

  “Yes,” I said slowly, “I was doing the blue light that night. I guess I’ve taken up at the Tigress 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 and make me feel small, or at least start laughing, saying I had no idea what I was talking about. After all, 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.”

  I took a deep breath and tried to explain the jumbled up feelings inside.

  “It’s weird being at Xavier,” I began. “I don’t know anyone, and it doesn’t seem like anyone even sees me. I’m always disappearing into the woodwork at school and at home. Plus, you know that I’ve been watching you bring home girls right and left, doing them until they can’t walk the next day while begging you for more still.”

  That caused my brothers to quirk their eyebrows but they remained silent.

  “And it made me feel, well I dunno, hungry inside I guess. I feel like I’m always on the outside looking in. I’m an outsider at school already. I’m a photographer so I’m always watching, never participating, and then finally at home you guys are always having fun. You tease girls and use their bodies, yet I’m always watching you know?”