DOUBLE MASSIVE: A Twin Stepbrother Romance

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by Cassandra Dee


  Continue to Part Five

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Morgan

  It was a nightmare come true. My mom and stepdad had burst into our room, catching the twins and me in flagrante. Okay, so that’s a nice way of putting it. Basically, they caught us naked, me sandwiched between my brothers with Cole in my pussy and Landon in my ass. Hardcore and oh-so-satisfying double penetration with my handsome stepbrothers, whom I also happened to adore.

  Yes, I adore them. Because the twins have grown on me, making me tremble and shiver, butterflies in my stomach when I’m in their presence. I care for them deeply, and the two men are complements to one another, with me as the final, perfect piece. Landon is more laid back, gentle, funny and kind, whereas Cole is a bad boy, alpha and assertive, but sweet on the inside as well. They’re the perfect matches for me, and I’ve fallen head over heels.

  So to watch them dragged off, hands cuffed behind their backs filled me with panic. Their broad backs were stiff, their muscular bodies strained even if there was no struggle.

  I rushed down the stairs in their trail, my thoughts scattered. But Landon’s steely gaze stopped me in my tracks, and he nodded to the officer in charge.

  “Officer,” he rumbled. “Can we have a word with our sister before we go?”

  “Certainly not!” snapped the bitch, a burly middle-aged woman. “You’re accused of raping your younger sister, you really think that’s going to happen?”

  “Well, surely she can visit us at the County Jail tomorrow, right? That’s not prohibited?” he growled, as my eyes filled with tears.

  “You’ll be at State, not County,” said the woman peremptorily. “Now git!” she snapped, and her henchmen wrestled the twins into the back of a police van, several others standing guard in case the boys tried to escape.

  I was bereft, but suddenly knew what Landon had been trying to do. He’d subtly told me where to find them tomorrow, which was crucial because I’m pregnant with their baby.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Morgan

  I thought that was the finale to a horrendous night, but little did I know. My mom turned to me with tearful eyes and cried, “Morgan, are you okay? Those two brutes … I can’t believe it,” she said pitifully, her eyes pooling. “It’s just been so hard on me, you know?”

  “Hard on you!” I exclaimed. “You’ve been traipsing around the world for the last two years with Gerald! I hardly even see you! How could this be hard on you?”

  Linda was misguided. She’d been thrilled to marry Gerald because his fortune provided us with a luxurious lifestyle, a welcome change from our previously hardscrabble life. But my mom had become a wraith. Instead of mothering a sensitive daughter, she’d lavished her attentions on my new stepdad, leaving me to raise myself. She had no idea what’d been happening in my life, and her characterization of my stepbrothers as brutes was totally unfounded and wrong.

  I wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she’d been a conspirator in Gerald’s plan to lock-up Cole and Landon, and I turned away, intending to sequester myself until morning, when I could visit my lovers. But no such luck. Unexpectedly, handcuffs were clipped around my wrists, the metal ice cold on my skin.

  “Hey!” I gasped. “Mom, what’s going on?” I asked, as I was dragged to a police cruiser.

  “Baby,” she said, her face crumpling. “Gerald told me the boys have been hurting you, and … we thought it would be best if you went to the hospital for an exam.”

  No! The twins hadn’t hurt me at all, our loving had been completely consensual, mutual and warm. But who knows what lurid stories Gerald had been feeding my mom – he probably told her that his sons were ogres, and had knocked me around.

  I felt my stomach drop, as the officers pushed me into the back of the cop car, because I knew our loving bore marks. The twins were always enthusiastic during sex, and there was two of them and one of me, not to mention the fact that they were double my size. So what if there were a couple bruises around my waist? So what if there was a bit of tearing around my pussy? I was a small girl still learning to take their members, and was willing to push my body to the limits to accommodate them.

  But I knew it would look as if I’d been forced, roughhoused and manhandled. My eyes filled with tears because the exam results would surely classify me as a victim of rape, exacerbating this mess. The nightmare only got worse and worse.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Morgan

  I sat on the exam table, shivering and cold under the fluorescent lights. I wore nothing but a hospital gown, a flimsy piece of paper with a huge hole in the back. The tiny pink and green flowers on the material only contrasted with the stark, impersonal surroundings of the exam room.

  A knock sounded on the door, and I said, “Come in!”

  To my surprise, it wasn’t the nurse who had signed me in. Instead, a young man with light brown hair and white lab jacket came in, medical charts in hand.

  “Hi Morgan,” he said soothingly. “I’m Dr. Johnson, the attending at Mercy Medical. I’m here to do your rape exam,” he said. “Before we begin, do you have any questions for me? I can explain the process to you in detail, in case the nurse wasn’t thorough enough.”

  “No, no questions,” I said softly, hanging my head. Suddenly, I jerked up, my eyes flashing. “But it wasn’t a rape,” I said forcefully. “I had sex with two men of my own free will, and this rape thing is part of a conspiracy invented by my stepdad.”

  Dr. Johnson’s expression didn’t change at all.

  “I understand,” he said professionally, “and I’ll take that into account. At the hospital, we see all sorts of things, and we have methods to determine whether it’s rough sex versus flat-out rape,” he soothed. “But the most important thing is to get the exam started. We’ll move through the different steps slowly, and the medical results will tell their own story.”

  I hung my head again, ashamed and sad at what was happening. Defeated, I lifted my feet into the stirrups, leaning back as the doctor gingerly lifted my hospital gown. He didn’t touch me at first, instead doing a visual inspection of my genital area. I flushed. I had just done DP with my brothers, and my pussy and anus must have looked ravaged, red and puffy after a sustained pummeling by my brothers.

  The doctor gazed thoughtfully but remained silent. He pulled out a camera with a big flash and tilted my pelvis up before saying, “I need to record your physical condition. The flash is really bright, so close your eyes if it’s too much, okay?”

  I nodded and leaned back, twisting my face to the side. The flash started to pop, the bright light hitting my body as the doctor photographed my genital region. Unerringly, I could feel myself starting to get wet.

  What the hell? This was one of the most humiliating and depressing moments of my life, and yet here I was, moistening in front of a handsome young doctor. My cheeks colored and I felt a flush rise up over my chest, my nipples hardening as he continued to photograph me.

  To make things worse, as he tilted my hips up for a better angle, I felt something slipping out of my anus. Oh god. Both Cole and Landon had ejaculated in me, and both of my holes were filled with fresh semen. I could feel the telltale trickle of fluid down my ass, pooling at the bottom of the exam table, and gasped softly, embarrassed and yet aroused at once.

  “Ms. Kinsley, I’m going to take swabs of semen for our lab,” said the doctor. “The police report says that you had sex with two men. Did they both come in your anus?”

  How to answer this? I decided to go with the truth.

  “I was doing DP … with my stepbrothers,” I added slowly. “One came in my vagina, and the other in my anus, yes,” I confirmed.

  “Your brothers!” the doctor exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up. Okay, so I’d gotten through the façade of medical professionalism with that one. “Are you biologically related?” he said seriously.

  “No, not at all,” I replied. “My mom married their dad two years ago, so we’re stepsiblings only.”
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  “I see,” the doctor mused, prepping what looked like a long Q-tip. He swabbed a sample from my pussy, and then one from my anus, placing the results into two different test tubes. I decided to educate myself, though.

  “Doctor,” I confided. “I’m pregnant and I’ve been having sex with my twin brothers non-stop now for weeks. Is there a way to determine which one is the father?”

  “Your stepbrothers are twins!” the doctor exclaimed. This time I thought his eyebrows would fall off, they were so far up his head. “Are they identical?”

  “Yes, definitely,” I said with confidence. Landon and Cole were mirror-images of one another, albeit gorgeous mirror images with blue eyes and hair as black as soot. I hoped our baby would look like their daddies.

  “If they’re monozygotic identical twins, then no, current paternity testing methods have no way of identifying which one is the father. Because they have the same DNA, the tests would merely report that both men are the father.”

  “Oh!” I said, my hand flying to my mouth. This was the first good news in a while. I loved knowing that it was impossible to tell who my baby’s daddy was – we were truly a trio bound together by the ties of love.

  “But,” said the doctor, “as medical technology advances, there may be ways to distinguish even between identical twins,” he continued. “So you might consider storing your brothers’ DNA pending future analysis.”

  “Oh, okay,” I said, waving my hand. “I just wanted to know, because I’m happy to be pregnant,” I confided, my cheeks flushing. “I bet that’s not something you hear from many rape victims.”

  “No, it’s not, but we still need to finish the exam,” he said gently. “Now lie back down and I’m going to probe gently, to assess the level of tearing and bruising.”

  I obediently lay back and parted my legs. I could feel that my pussy was wet, both with my own fluids fresh, and my brothers’ semen. Now that the doctor knew everything, I felt much more free and relaxed, like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

  His hands trailed gently up my legs before lightly probing and patting my vulva. I was sore down there, but it felt good too, his breath warm against my inner thighs, his face hidden by the sheet of my gown. I could feel his fingers caressing and gentle, pressing lightly, examining each lip. Wasn’t he supposed to be wearing gloves? I’d seen him wash his hands when he came in, but the hot fingers on my vulva were definitely bare skin.

  I felt a gentle butterfly touch against my pussy and gave out a small whimper. I was so embarrassed, this was supposed to be professional and impersonal, and instead, I was aroused by a medical exam! But I knew it wasn’t my imagination when the touch came again, this time with more pressure against my pussy lips, and the slightest bit of wetness. Had he just licked my cunny?

  I panted a bit as the ministrations went on, and slowly began inching my gown up, determined to see what the doctor was doing. Sure enough, he had his face buried between my thighs and was gently tracing my labia with his tongue. It felt so good! His tongue was delicate and wet, exploring the curves of my pussy lips, every nook and cranny delightful and moist.

  Meeting my eyes, he grew bold and gave my cunt a deep-mouthed kiss.

  “Oh Doctor!” I cried. “Should we be doing this?”

  “No, of course not,” he admonished from between my legs. “But with that semen trailing from your ass and cunt …” his voice trailed off. “I had to get a taste.”

  So the dirty doctor wanted to taste my brothers’ semen? Holy mother of god, that was taboo. I mean, sometimes Landon and Cole tasted each other’s sperm by accident, but they were twins and had an unusual understanding. But it seemed that the handsome doctor had a particular kink, and with my cunny trailing two deposits, I was irresistible.

  “Dr. Johnson,” I breathed, as he started unbuttoning his fly. “Are you going to have sex with me as well?”

  “No Ms. Kingsley,” he said, looking deep in my eyes. “You’re too tender down there, and besides I don’t want to risk mixing my sperm with the existing deposits. The samples could be contaminated, and how would that look to the medical examiner? I want to feel your sweet tongue on my dick … if you’re up to it, that is.”

  I hesitated a moment. Wasn’t this cheating on my brothers? I mean, everything had happened so quickly, the doctor kissing my cunny before I even realized it. But now I had a conscious decision to make. I decided to play my cards as strategically as possible.

  “Dr. Johnson,” I said slowly. “I’m happy to taste you, but if I do, I’d request something from you in return.”

  He paused, his cock springing free. “And what’s that?” he asked, his member waving in the air.

  I caught my breath at the sight. Although not as big as my brothers’ dicks, his rod was definitely a thing of beauty. Perfectly proportioned, with a thick, flaring head and bulging veins along a massive shaft, it leaked pre-cum, the moisture glistening against the heavy pole of man meat. I felt my mouth go dry, and yet I was so hungry for it at the same time.

  “All I’d ask,” I said, my temperature rising, struggling to retain my focus, “Is that you write your medical report stating there was no evidence of rape. Of course, the pictures will be the pictures, but your professional opinion should categorically rebut any allegations of rape.”

  He looked at me curiously, pausing. “Aren’t you nineteen?” he asked.

  “Eighteen,” I confirmed.

  “Well, you sounded like the DA just now,” he said with an amused smile. “I’m having second thoughts already about feeding you my dick, given how slick you sounded,” he said.

  But he was already sliding his hand up and down that juicy member, drawing near to my mouth. Before he put it in, I looked up at him and said, “Doctor, do you promise?”

  He stroked my hair fondly before nudging the tip of his penis against my pink, glossy lips.

  “Of course, Ms. Kingsley,” he growled. “If you do a good job giving head, you’ll absolutely get a ‘No Rape’ opinion.”

  And with that, I parted my lips, welcoming the intrusion, sucking hungrily on his smooth, rounded crown. God, he tasted good! His cock was meaty and thick, tasting like a man in heat, aroused and just about out of control. The pre-cum was slick and tangy on my tongue, lubing the way. I opened my mouth as wide as I could until my lips were like thin rubber bands, stretching to accommodate his pole.

  And he stroked my head as I struggled with his girth.

  “That’s a good girl,” he encouraged. “Keep going,” he said, shifting his hips forward in small increments, edging the thick rod down my throat.

  I was straining, but my brothers had taught me well. Closing my eyes, I imagined myself as a boa constrictor swallowing prey in one gulp and tried to loosen my jaw, relaxing for a bigger fit. Immediately, his penis moved in deeper, and I felt a hot, wet spurt of pre-cum shoot down my throat.

  “Unnnnf,” Dr. Johnson grunted, fucking ever so slightly with his hips. Saliva was pooling in the corners of my mouth, and tears brimmed in my eyes, but I kept my focus and pushed again on his dick, my throat muscles relaxing and constricting, causing the good doctor to groan again, another small deposit of pre-cum pulsing hotly.

  Finally, I had him balls deep, my nose pressed against his pubes and his balls snug against my chin. He smelled woody and aromatic, all man musk, different from my brothers but compelling just the same.

  With a grunt, he began fucking my mouth, while caressing my head and murmuring endearments.

  “Good girl,” he rasped. “Keep going, suck that dick, take it in all the way.”

  I kept my eyes closed, pretending it was my brothers, and let him fuck my mouth, enjoying it but also keeping in mind that this was for my baby, for the fathers of my child. He heaved again and again, stroking my face, trailing his fingers gently along the curve of my cheek, until with a gasp, he came hard.

  “Ahhhh!” he growled, shoving deep, as rope after rope of pre-cum shot down my throat. I tried to gulp as
much as possible, but there was so much that I began drooling, the sperm running in hot, heavy drips down my chin.

  “Ahhh!” Dr. Johnson cried again, his dick spasming hotly, the white exploding in hot bursts, overwhelming me. I cried out, choking, the man milk spurting out of my nose and mouth, there was just too much liquid and I was literally drowning in sperm.

  He pulled out quickly, wincing as I accidentally dragged my teeth against the soft skin of his cock pole.

  “You okay, baby girl?” he asked. “Let me get you some tissues.”

  I was coughing, my eyes watery as I heaved again and again, and the doctor pounded me on my back while handing me a handful of paper towels. I wiped myself as best I could, his steamy gloop all over my face, neck and chest, pulling the hospital gown off to make sure I caught every drop.

  I paused, because Dr. Johnson had gone utterly still. I looked up and saw him gazing at my nude body. Sure, there were some bruises around my waist, some nip marks on my breasts from my brothers’ teeth, but I was otherwise pale and slim, perfectly formed, my boobs delicious and cunny slightly pink and moist.

  “Fuck, you’re a beautiful woman,” he ground out. “If I didn’t have to do a rape kit, I would surely fuck you again, just to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my dick.”

  “Dr. Johnson!” I gasped. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, he had just breached every precept of medical ethics, and if I didn’t get that “No Rape” opinion, I was reporting him to the professional board.

  I smiled at him. “Dr. Johnson, isn’t it time to take those naked pictures of me?” I flirted, striking a seductive pose. He groaned, getting out his camera, and the shutter began to whir.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Morgan

  “Brothers!” I cried joyfully into the phone mounted on the wall. I was at the State penitentiary, where Morgan and Cole were being held. After the erotic medical exam, I’d gone home, the doctor assuring my mom that I was fine for the time being.

 

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