Double Desire

by Cassandra Dee

  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 Karlie,” 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, and the squealing, groaning and grunting was 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 as deep voices rumbled throughout the room.

  “Karlie,” they said, “We have just the solution to help you feel included.”

  “So you’re not mad?” I asked slowly with hope.

  “We’re not mad,” confirmed Cain. “Colt and I, well 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 is irreversible in some cases. 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 what goes on at the Tigress. 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 because I feel like a sixty year-old man,” he said matter of factly.

  “So you’re saying that you approve of the Tigress?” 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. They 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 and renewed my sense of self 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.”

  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 and flipping it open to reveal the latest Canon EOS Digital Rebel, a camera that I’d been dying for and ogling from afar.

  “Is that really a Rebel?” 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.”

  “Me neither,” added his twin.

  And like that, the men were on me. It was glorious in every way. I’d seen the unrestrained masculine power so many times, and finally I was a full participant, with no masks, no hiding, and 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 being with Colt and Cain, their giant dongs always in my field of vision. Even more, I couldn’t believe my luck that there were two.

  “More,” I panted after our first session. I lay on the bed face-down, spreadeagle, my cunt 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. I’d never felt so filled … and wanted by two gorgeous men.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Colt

  What can I say? Life turns out different from what you expect. Yeah, my brother and I have uncontrollable libidos but if you’d told us that we’d be with our stepsister each night, touching every inch of her skin, running our hands down those smooth legs before taking her to ecstasy, we wouldn’t have believed you.

  Karlie’s gorgeous, hands down, and it was stunning that she felt left out. Left out of what? We’d watched her closely, although she didn’t realize it. The brown bouncing curls, the way she smiled at everyone, with a kind word for even the neighbor’s dog. These were things that we loved. In fact, we’d sworn to stay away from her because she was so sweet and innocent.

  But clearly, we’d been clueless and ridiculously out of touch. Not only had she been dancing at the Tigress, but she’d been watching us all along. She’d been looking into our bedroom, wishing it was her as we took girl after girl after girl. Who knew?

  Anyways, that’s all in the past. Karlie sleeps with us now in our big bed, her sweet form nude and smooth between our bodies. And let me tell you, sex with her is the ultimate rejuvenation because nothing helps you focus the next day like a giant blow-out. Enjoying her beautiful body again and again does wonders for clearing the mind.

  So the secret smile that she threw us as she stepped into the chapel was to be expected. After all, we’d just savored her that morning, over her protesting gasps.

  “Colt! Cain!” she’d laughed, as we reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it up. “No, stop! We have to be there in ten.”

  My brother and I completely ignored her protests, intent on the prize.

  “I’ll drive fast,” promised Cain, “this will only take a sec.”

  “Only a sec?” asked Karlie breathily, her boobs already heaving. “If I recall, shooting takes at least five minutes.”

  She was referring to Cain’s massive eruption the night before. That guy must have pumped liters into her body, his dick trembling and spasming for what seemed like forever.

  But we weren’t taking no for an answer.

  “Less than a second then,” I grunted.

  And just like that, she was bent over, the dress flipped up over her ass, her panties pulled to the side as my brother and I stroked her twat, the folds slick and wet already, pink and dripping.

  “Oh my,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her body relaxing, legs spreading imperceptibly. And like that, we were in her, me from the back, her little cunt lifted with each hard thrust, struggling to accommodate me while Cain reamed her from the front, tilting her chin down to accept his pole in her mouth.

  “Ummph!” she squealed with each pummel, “Umph! Umph! Umph!”

  And it’s like that all the time now, our little doll giving it up. She gives it all to us, letting us play her body like the finest instrument. And we’ve never had better because those tempting curves are irresistible, even during our parents’ civil ceremony.

  I could
feel my body hardening as I watched her walk down the aisle towards us, her curves in a pink lace cocktail dress, the material hugging those big breasts. Her rack was luscious and her ass juicy. But this wasn’t the place to get raunchy because yeah, Karla and Jerry are finally tying the knot. Jerry’s making an honest woman out of the middle-aged woman.

  They’re not exactly the most involved parents, shall we say. Karlie sleeps with us every night and it’s not exactly like we’re holding back sound-wise. Sometimes we don’t even lock the bedroom door. It’s unnecessary because Karla and Jerry are in their own X-rated haze on the other side of the manor.

  It’s disgusting thinking about our parents get it on, but they always retreat to their wing of the house after dinner, hands all over each other with Karla cooing in Jerry’s ear.

  And only once has Karlie brought up the taboo nature of our relationship.

  “Colt, Cain,” she began tentatively. We were sitting on the living room couch, watching some sports before activities for the night started. I guess Karlie wanted to catch us before the loving took off.

  “Mmmm?” I rumbled casually. I reached over and patted her butt, the part that was closest to me on the couch. Yeah, tight and totally squeezable, exactly what we liked.

  “Do you think this is okay?” she asked, serious, her eyes wide.

  “What?” rumbled Cain, still watching the screen. The Patriots were on and we never missed a game. We were honing our skills for the NFL and it’s better to scope out the opposition earlier rather than later.

  “You know, this,” she said quietly, looking down at her lap. I could see why. We had our hands on her knees, my big palm slowly moving up one luscious thigh as Cain absentmindedly stroked her kneecap. Not exactly the stuff of siblings.

  “I’m not sure, why?” asked my brother casually.

  “Well, it’s just that our parents are getting married so we’re technically going to be related,” she choked out. “Do you think we’re breaking the law or something?”

  I’d thought about it some and decided to come clean.

  “Karlie,” I began, “I think what we’re doing is fine. You’re not a minor, we’re not minors, and we’re all consenting adults.”

  “But it’s not just that,” she said slowly. “You know it’s not just that.”

  Of course not, it never was.

  But Cain spoke up here.

  “We’re not really related,” he rumbled, his eyes searing as they trailed her body. “We only met two months ago at that dinner. Which was the best dinner of my life, by the way.”

  “But do you think this, I mean, do you think us being together could impact your career?” asked Karlie plaintively. Oh right, we’d shared with her our plans to play football in college. We wanted to make our mark for a year or two, and then register for the draft as first round picks, god willing.

  That made us chuckle.

  “Honey if you know anything about football, it’s that they’ll turn a blind eye to any type of shenanigans so long as it’s legal,” laughed Cain. “Gambling, divorces, dog-fighting, all that gets by so long as you play well.”

  “But has there ever been something like this in the NFL?” pushed Karlie, her eyes pleading with us. “You know, someone being with their stepsister?”

  That made us grow quiet.

  “Honey, you now we’re not related, at least not biologically,” I stated, this time more forceful. “We don’t have the same DNA or anything like that.”

  Karlie was silent then, thinking things over.

  “I just don’t want to be a millstone around your necks,” she said quietly, her hands in her lap. “I don’t want to hold you back as a liability when all eyes should be on football.”

  “You won’t, and you aren’t,” I assured her, my heart in my throat. Cain growled in agreement, reaching for the zip of her dress, our attention completely focused on our girl now.

  Because Karlie’s it for us. We loved the fact that she considered our priorities and our interests. She was concerned about where we were going in life and how she impacted that. The woman is someone special and my brother and I made sure she knew it in the best way possible.

  And you know what? It’s been like this for a couple months now. The three of us build our bond day by day, emotionally and physically. The physical is awesome, but it’s even more mind-blowing to realize that our girl deserves the best from us, and that we want more than just a drive-by.

  So now the big day has come. Our parents were making it legal, and we were going to be siblings in the eyes of the law. No matter. I was already over it, and I knew my twin didn’t care at all, so long as Karlie was happy and content.

  Plus, Jerry and Karla, against all expectations, were having a civil ceremony instead of a big shindig. Thank god. I don’t think I could have tolerated a fancy event. As a result, my brother and I stood shoulder to shoulder with my dad at City Hall with no onlookers.

  Jerry gasped when the doors opened, causing our hackles to go up because Karlie was gorgeous, dressed in a pink frothy gown, her long legs sheathed in nude heels, with a smile wreathing her lips. But still, other dudes looking at our property were asking for trouble, and that extended to our dad too until we realized he was actually looking at Karla in her white dress. I suppose Karla looked okay for someone forty or so, but she was nothing compared to her daughter.

  After the ceremony, we went out to brunch.

  “I’ve made your mother an honest woman. What do you think about that?” crowed Jerry, his arm slung over his new wife’s shoulders.

  “Um, great work, Mr. McKesson,” said Karlie, smiling at him.

  I loved that. Even two weeks ago, she would have been shy with my bombastic father, unsure how to respond. But now she sat between my brother and I at the table, confident and beautiful, a vision in that pink dress.

  “Call me Dad,” said Jerry, “I insist.”

  “Okay Dad,” she said sweetly, her hands on our knees under the table. “And should I call Colt and Cain ‘Brothers’?” she continued, squeezing us under the table.

  Cain visibly jerked, his face expressionless even as hot streaks stained his cheekbones.

  “Call us anything you like, sister,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. She shot him the sweetest smile, although I knew she was going to get it later tonight, and probably up the backside, given the look on Cain’s face.

  But it was all good.

  “What do you have planned for today?” boomed my dad, leaning back in his chair, his stomach full. Jerry’s appetite was satisfied, and it was clear he felt like the king in his kingdom. “Practice? How’s that looking?”

  “Yeah, we have practice,” I rumbled, “and we’re also meeting with the NCAA later.”

  “Oh really, what’s that about?” asked my dad. “Do they want to do some pre-season recruiting? You know, talk to hot prospects about the system and what to expect?”

  Jerry was referring to the NCAA’s orientation for promising high school players. You see, picking a college team is complicated, and we’d already had a couple recruiters come by the house. We’ve gone to a few dinners with coaches, and even visited some schools where prospective teammates showed us around. College was going to be a blast. Some of the students had even taken us to the strip club in their local towns. It was nothing like the Tigress of course, but it was fine.

  So the NCAA greases the way by setting up a mini-orientation for high school standouts. My brother and I were scheduled for a meeting later today, probably just some BS about how there are no wrong choices, and how every participant is a winner. It would be more feel-good banter, and nothing else.

  “I’m so excited for you,” breathed Karla, “and for Karlie too. Where are you thinking of going for college next year, honey?”

  That drew an awkward pause because we want Karlie to come wherever we matriculate. We want to continue the way we’re going, keeping our sister safe with us, in our lives and in our bed.

  But Karlie co
uldn’t exactly say that.

  “Well I’ve been considering State,” she said, “You know they have a great photography program.”

  “What?” asked Karla confused, her brow wrinkling. “Honey, you’ve always wanted to go to Berklee or Tisch because they have the best arts programs. There’s no reason not to go honey,” she said, her voice lowering. “You know Jerry has offered to pay your way.”

  That was true. My dad was going to spend some of his millions on his stepdaughter’s college tuition. But Berklee and Tisch were no-gos for us because they didn’t even have football teams. They were little liberal arts schools where everyone wore painters’ smocks and talked about the latest conceptual artist.

  “Jerry, I appreciate it,” Karlie said graciously, “but I’ve had a change of heart lately. I think State or maybe even Ravenswood would be good.” Ravenswood Junior College was a feeder to State. That way Karlie could stay close by in case she didn’t get into State.

  “Honey, you can’t!” gasped Karla. “A community college? What happened to working for National Geographic one day? Or the New York Times? Or even as a freelance photographer?”

  “Mom,” said Karlie slowly. “I just don’t know right now, okay? I mean, I still want to be a photographer, but it doesn’t have to be the center of my life. Besides, a college degree isn’t important if you want to take pictures for a living.”

  “But, but,” stuttered Karla. “I always thought you wanted to get an arts degree, honey. I was so proud of you!”

  “Mom, you’ll still be proud of me,” said Karlie softly. “I just have other priorities now, okay?”

  “But what are they?” pleaded Karla. “What could be more important than following your dreams?”

  That was the sticking point. Karlie was following her dreams, it’s just that her dreams lay with us now. Cain and I were her priorities, and we meant more than any camera or any world travel. Of course, we’d make sure our love was taken care of, and we’d do right by her.

  “It’s tough to explain Mom,” said Karlie patiently. “But trust me, this is right for me, okay? I’m applying to State, so we’ll see what happens,” she smiled.