Hesitatingly, I asked, “Brothers, are there cameras in here?”
Silence for a bit.
“Yes, baby there are,” Croy said slowly. “We’ve mounted cameras behind the mirrors for our private viewing pleasure. If you like, we can show you some of the tapes … if you want to see them, that is.”
I was revolted for a moment. See tapes of what? My brothers frolicking with other women? Fucking oodles of cunny, their massive members trashing twat after twat? But at the same time, I was oddly turned on. The thought of my brothers going at it on the big bed titillated me, making me curious and just a bit horny. I could feel my pussy moistening, my nipples tightening as a cloud of emotions swept over me.
My brothers must have sensed my vulnerability because they stepped closer, stroking my hip, caressing my hair.
“Baby, you’re still a virgin,” murmured Croy. “Your first time doesn’t have to be on tape, but it could be … if you wanted,” he said. “If you hate it, we can turn the cameras off,” he added.
“But … why?” I asked. “Why do you tape everything? What’s the benefit?”
“It’s part of our lifestyle,” shrugged Christian, dropping a kiss on my bare shoulder. “We do it for a living, so it’s easier to have the cameras on all the time, rather than only some of the time. Otherwise you end up being caught off-guard.”
“But don’t you hate not being able to let your guard down?” I gasped distracted, moaning slightly as I twisted under their caresses. My breath hitched as Christian’s hand skimmed over my nipple. “Isn’t it hard never to be able to relax? To always have to ‘perform,’ so to speak?”
They smiled at that one.
“We love performing, sister,” growled Croy.
“Let us perform for you,” rumbled Christian.
And they began in earnest, their hands running over my body insistently, honing in on my sensitive flesh, skimming and tweaking my nipples, squeezing and grabbing at my buttocks. I moaned in their arms, responding instinctively to their big bodies, the kisses they showered on me, but at the same time hesitating, new to the idea of sex, especially sex on camera.
“Brothers,” I whispered, gasping as one of them reached to stroke my cunny through the flimsy fabric of my dress. “Go slow okay? I’m scared …” my voice trailed, my reservations obvious.
“Of course, baby girl,” murmured Croy. “We won’t do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”
“Honey, you’re going to love it so much, you won’t even remember you’re being filmed,” growled Christian emphatically.
And that was it. We fell in a tangle onto the big bed, my brothers almost ripping my sundress off, leaving me in the barest whispers of pink lingerie. The bra cups molded my breasts, nipples dusky and inviting beneath the sheer lace. My pussy, shamefully, was already so wet that a darkened patch showed through, my little cunny begging to be touched.
Christian and Croy descended like lions on prey. Christian fell to my boobs, suckling my nipples through the fabric, scraping the scratchy lace against my sensitive nubs. My head fell back as I moaned, my breasts sensitized, my nipples tingling so hard that jolts shot straight to my snatch. Remembering what Christian liked, I lifted one of the creamy mounds to my mouth and suckled myself, looking at him devilishly as I did, the eye contact smoldering.
“You fucking disgusting bitch,” he growled, pushing me back and ripping the bra off. My luscious mounds were totally bare then, and he grabbed my boobs, pushing them together to suck both teats at once, cramming my nips into his mouth, ravenously dragging his tongue from one to another. He bit one of my jugs, hard, and I squealed.
“That’s what sluts get,” he growled as he gently traced the smarting area with his tongue. Just when the heat had subsided, he bit me again, this time on the underside of my boob. I yelped, loud this time, the hurt and pain very real, even as I gushed harder between my legs.
“Ow!” I squealed. “Don’t do that!” I cried.
But Christian wasn’t listening.
“All of my girls get bitten,” he replied, lifting my boob slightly to show me. Sure enough, his teeth marks were there, a testament to his ownership. Were my brothers marking me, like alpha males branding their female? Was this some kind of weird ownership ritual?
Because Croy was going nuts between my legs as well. He’d buried his face in my snatch, smelling my female scent through my panties.
“Fuuuck,” was all he managed, before pulling them tight into a string between my labia. My lips puffed up obscenely, so swollen that my brother couldn’t resist, lowering his head to taste them, running his tongue up and down that engorged flesh. He tugged at the band of fabric again, stimulating my clit, letting me feel the friction against that bundle of nerves. I shrieked, this was nothing like the masturbating I’d done at home. Fuck, having my brothers all over me … this was better than playing with myself by a long shot.
But Croy had a lot more in store. He swept my panties to the side, baring my crotch, my hole almost emitting steam, it was so hot down there. He inhaled deeply a few times, growling, “I love the smell of hot cunt,” before delving between my legs, licking and lapping like there was no tomorrow. He touched his tongue to the sopping opening where his dick would go, lightly tracing it with his tongue, before trailing up to my clit, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, my nub so hard it pulsed in his mouth, begging to be loved.
But he too, was set on marking me. He wiggled my clit with his teeth, playfully biting down and shaking his head. I fucking screamed, it felt so fucking good. Fuck fuck fuck! This had never happened during my abortive attempts at sex before.
Croy then pushed my knees up so that he could get at my thighs, and bit down like a motherfucker.
“Aieee!” I squealed. Like his brother, he was branding me. There was a perfect semicircle of red on my inner thighs, a flaming trail of teeth marks from thigh to cunt, marking his path to the final glory.
I swooned, realizing that I truly belonged to my brothers, my cunny and breasts imprinted by their aggression, sensitized and begging for their touch. Croy decided to mount me then.
“Baby,” he said. “You’re a virgin so it’s gonna hurt a bit, but don’t worry, it goes away,” he growled. “You’re going to fucking love dick in that cunt, it’s gonna feel amazing.”
I tensed as he parted my thighs, the wide vee obscenely exposing. But he reached down to stroke my pussy, massaging my labia, running his fingers around and into my little hole.
“Fuck brother, she’s small,” ground out Christian. “She’s gonna be fucking tight,” he warned.
Croy grunted in return, inspecting me, eyeing my juicy cunny with a hundred percent unadulterated pure male lust.
As he palmed his dick, wetting it with saliva, Christian reached between my parted legs and held my labia apart, holding me open for his brother’s penetration. I squealed a bit, scandalized by how dirty this was. Not only was I fucking my brothers, but one was prepping me for the other, both getting ready to fuck me hard.
Croy didn’t hesitate. He lined his penis head up at my opening and pushed, the immense dong stretching and filing me, almost unbearable in its girth. I moaned and twisted under him, like a giant red hot club had just pushed between my legs, impaling me on its merciless quest.
“Shhh, sister,” soothed Christian. “He’s big but you’ve got bigger coming,” he drawled ominously.
Croy pushed again, this time getting in about five inches, poking up against that thin membrane that protected my virginity.
“This is it,” he groaned gutturally, I sheathed him so tightly. With a mighty roar, he broke through my barrier, sliding in all the way, deep into my cunt until his glans probed my cervix, his balls flush against my anus.
I screamed, it hurt so bad. Not only did I have a fucking club shoved into my pussy, but Christian had pinned me down so that I didn’t slide backwards, almost pushing me onto his brother’s donkey dong. Plus, the fiery pain inside was like a red-hot pok
er searing my insides, flaming and intense.
But Christian sealed my mouth with a deep kiss, swallowing my whimpers, running his lips tenderly over my tongue.
“Shush, baby sister,” he soothed. “It’s like this for all women, and you’re in good hands,” he murmured, stroking my breasts as Croy began a slow rhythm in my cunt.
And reader, it did get better. The flames subsided so that it was a dull throbbing, and soon the pleasure overtook the ache. Croy angled my body so that my clit rubbed against his pelvis, and then reached down to toy with the nub as he pushed again and again into my body.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, a wet gush of cream spilling from my insides.
Croy chuckled, panting and gasping as he thrust between my legs. “Bitch is getting hot,” he informed Christian.
But he lost control because suddenly, unexpectedly, he burst inside me, his hot semen spurting like explosives all over my insides, coating me, creaming me with his virile semen.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Shit, didn’t mean to come so soon,” he moaned as his dick pumped.
“You know the rules,” growled Christian. “My turn.”
Croy pulled out from me, a long line of sperm trailing from the tip of his dick to my cunny, and Christian took his place, pushing in with one, slow long thrust.
“Aieeee!” I cried, a second donkey dong almost too much to bear. I knew suddenly what Christian meant when he said that “bigger was coming.” He wasn’t as wide as Croy, but his dick was longer, and it seemed that his prick was buried so deep it might pop out of my throat, knocking out some teeth. I was like a pig on a roast, skewered on this mighty shaft.
There was plenty of lube from Croy’s semen in my cunt, and Christian began stroking madly, pummeling my sensitive twat, not even caring that I was a virgin.
“Fuck,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his face a rictus of agony and ecstasy. And with a roar, he too came in me, his dick pulsing and jerking with the orgasm, rope after rope of viscous white shooting into my fertile fields, coating my ovaries with man milk.
I screamed again, the double fucking beyond my wildest imagination, my pussy spasming and twitching with its first dick-induced orgasm. I cried out again and again, moaning Christian and Croy’s names, letting them kiss me everywhere as my cunny spurted, clenching down on the stiff shaft inside, electric pulses driving me to almost epileptic proportions. I couldn’t stop, my orgasm rolling through my body, a metaphysical experience as the sensations overwhelmed me, my figure coursing and trembling on a powerful, invisible tide.
Gasping, I came to again, panting and heaving, nude and damp under my brother’s caresses. I realized that I’d passed out briefly, the enormity of the sensations overwhelming my nubile, inexperienced body. I reached down to stroke my labia, it was so fucking dirty with Christian still buried inside, hard and pulsing his last ejaculations.
Like a Cheshire cat, I smiled. Not only had my virginity been taken, but it’d been taken by two men, my brothers, and on tape to boot. Not bad for a first time.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Croy
It’s not that we were lying, not exactly, when we said that we didn’t film in the private areas of the house. But the truth is there are cameras everywhere, they’re just not turned on in the private spaces. You see, we want people to feel comfortable, to feel like they can relax and kick back.
And Lauren, god Lauren. We absolutely have cameras in her suite, and I’m so fucking tempted to turn them on. But that would be so wrong if we didn’t tell her about it first.
That first fuck-session was amazing. We knew we had a virgin on our hands, so didn’t get into some of the more depraved acts that are our specialty, e.g., double-stuffing, DP, anal, etc. There’s time for that later. Instead, we fed her one dick at a time, pushing her to take our length and girth, letting her feel the difference between us. Because yeah Christian’s longer than me, but I’m wider. We love a girl who can accommodate both of us, no complaints.
But it’d been fucking amazing to pull out our dicks afterwards, glossy and shiny with her cunt cream, to see the tell-tale rings of red at the base, the evidence of her virginity. Fuck, it made me so possessive, knowing that this little girl belonged to us, and had never belonged to anyone else. I wanted her to ride my dick again and again, to stretch that little virgin pussy, to trash it even at this early stage, pulling the flesh tight, stretching and filling her.
But of course we couldn’t do that. Lauren was going to be sore from taking two massive dongs, and we wanted her to be able to walk and enjoy life at Litchfield. Because there was a lot to learn … and this was only an introduction to the celebrity life.
So we pulled out and put her to bed, gently kissing her on the forehead, pulling up the sheets to tuck our sweet little sister in. And she fell asleep with a gentle smile, looking so innocent and child-like, although she’d just banged two men.
Christian gave me a look as we headed downstairs.
“You think she’s ready to see the tape?” he asked.
“Nah … well maybe,” I wavered. The thing about TV is that you have to be able to watch tape of yourself without cringing. You have to be able to watch reel after reel, hours of yourself doing all sorts of things, observing with a critical eye to stamp out the idiosyncratic habits that all humans have.
And the best way to get started is to watch yourself having sex because it’s like a crash course, sink or swim. Body parts are flying, the sheer nastiness of it makes women come around, desensitizes them so that they can be objective, and study the film like an athlete. So it breaks down a lot of barriers in one fell swoop.
And we wanted to get there with Lauren. Perhaps if we showed her the tapes of her first time, we could advance to the next level immediately, helping build her confidence, releasing her inhibitions …
God, thoughts of my sister naked are making my dick hard again …
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lauren
I woke in my brothers’ big bed, tucked in snugly. I giggled at first. I was curled in the corner, the bed so massive that it was like a swimming pool, 80% of the space unused. But I guess if Christian and Croy were here … then all the space would be used up.
I stretched, sighing lustily. My first time had been amazing, unbelievably arousing and complete. Most people, when remembering their first times, said it was a fucking disaster, some cold night in the woods where the dude fumbled and jerked, painful and lasting all of five minutes.
But my first time … I colored again, looking down at my sated, womanly body. Sure enough there was a slight smear of red on my thighs, proof of my virginity. And oh god, my brothers’ cocks had been slightly reddened as well, their dongs coated in my cream and blood. I gasped, shocked despite myself at the intimacy, the irrefutable proof of their ownership.
And sure as day, they’d marked me as well, my womanly body theirs for the taking, curvy and luscious in contrast to their hard, masculine frames. Their nips and pinches had left red marks and bruises on my breasts and inner thighs, and when I probed a finger down to my clit, it was slightly sore from Christian’s playful bites. Fuck, had he really done that to my little pussy? Oh my god.
I was just about to get out and take a shower, when my brothers knocked and entered. Shyly, I pulled the coverlet up, although they’d obviously seen my body thoroughly at this point.
“How goes, little sis?” murmured Christian, as if reading my thoughts. His glance fell to the vee between my thighs, and he smiled at me devilishly.
“Are you feeling sore, sister?” asked Croy, tenderly kissing me, capturing my mouth with his own before skimming a big hand down my back.
“I’m okay,” I whispered, feeling shy between their massive bodies. They’d climbed onto the bed with me, Christian pulling me into his lap as Croy held my hand. I sighed and leaned back against that enormous chest, feeling oddly safe and protected. Mmmm …
“Baby,” said Christian. “Do you want to watch some film?
”
“Film?” I asked curiously. “You mean like a movie?”
“Yes,” responded Croy. “One of us … taken just hours ago.” My hand flew to my mouth. Oh, that’s what they meant. They’d warned me that cameras were on behind the mirrors, taping my first time, recording every scream, every writhe, every sensuous push of flesh into flesh. I colored, blushing, hiding my head in Christian’s shoulder.
“Now?” I murmured, my words muffled against his shirt.
“Yes, now baby,” he chuckled deeply in his throat, stroking my back. “We like our women to feel comfortable with themselves, and when they see themselves on tape, see us loving their bodies, absolutely worshipping them, it often drives away the hesitation, the reluctance to be on film. Just for us,” he whispered in my ear. “Just watch for a few minutes.”
I paused, scandalized but also titillated. This really was a day of firsts. My pussy pummeled, my virginity gone, sex with two men who were my brothers … and re-living it on tape? Given all the barriers which had been broken, why not?
“Okay,” I whispered. And Croy pushed a button, causing a huge projector to descend from the ceiling. He pushed a few mysterious buttons on the console and sure enough, the wall flickered to life, writhing with our naked forms.
I squealed at first, so embarrassed to see my legs spread wide, my pussy open and gleaming, the camera literally able to see straight up my hole.
“Oh my god!” I shrieked, scandalized by how graphic it was, up close and personal. I mean, we’d been dirty, but I didn’t realize just how nasty and disgusting. There was cream dripping from my snatch which Christian eagerly lapped, and I could see it bubbling at my entrance, slightly oozing as it dripped.
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