DOUBLE DONKEY: A Twin Stepbrother Sports Romance (with BONUS book Twin Stepbrother Celebrity)

by Cassandra Dee

“Jesus,” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away.

  And Croy was the same. He was completely silent, although his cock punched at his fly, his dong clearly pressed up against his left side, almost wrapping around his waist it was so big and fleshy, engorged with blood.

  I decided I wanted to use her mouth first. I unsnapped my jeans, setting my cockpole free and beckoned to Lauren.

  “Here, little girl,” I commanded, kneeling on the bed. Obediently, she got on her hands and knees, and I beat my cock against her cheek. She was so soft, so warm, that my penis jerked prematurely, almost ready to spurt right then and there. But I wanted her warm wetness first.

  I let her take the head into her mouth. Her lips pursed sweetly, surrounding my glans with their pink glossiness, the suction almost too much to bear. Teasingly, she ran her tongue around the circumference of my head, rubbing against that sensitive spot on the bottom, and my brain almost exploded right then and there. A bit of pre-cum smeared her cheek as she nuzzled me, like a mini-facial.

  But the little girl wanted to get dicked in the face first. She slowly wormed her way down my shaft, relaxing her throat like I taught her, her soft palate grazing my head as it made its way in and then plugged her throat, going deep down her esophagus.

  “Fuck baby, you’re amazing,” I breathed, stroking her hair as she choked a bit, trying to stifle her gag reflex. The sight of the nude woman on her hands and knees with my pole fucking buried to the balls in her mouth caused my scrotum to rise and my dick to jerk reflexively, releasing a gush of pre-cum into her mouth.

  Meanwhile Croy had decided to do a faceplant in her pussy. Kneeling behind her, he had his entire face pressed between her cheeks, tonguing that pussy like mad, so deep in her butt that he was probably drowning. But I could hear all sorts of obscene slurping and licking, Lauren’s pussy gushing as he stimulated her folds, tracing his tongue over her clit while tongue-fucking her puss.

  “Unnnnfff!” she cried, shivering, her boobs swaying lusciously as Croy worked her from behind. By now, my rod was so far in that little pools of saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, her cheeks bulging, her eyes wide and wild from the stuffing.

  Croy chuckled behind her, breathing in her scent and abruptly got up and positioned himself behind her, grabbing her hips.

  “Baby, I’m going lube myself in you, and then we go for the back hole, yeah?” he rumbled.

  “Unnf!” was her only cry as my brother reamed her from behind, pushing his massive shaft into her wet pink folds. And fuck if her throat didn’t constrict, pulling my dick deeper into her throat, the suction intensifying.

  “Fuck brother, her tongue feels amazing while she’s getting dicked,” I moaned. “Put it in her ass, I want to see how that changes up the oral,” I ground out.

  Croy pulled his dick out, his member now glossy and slick with her female fluids. A trail of pre-cum leaked from the head, the veins on his penis bulging and throbbing, the motherfucker was so turned on. But he lined his dickhead up with her anus and started to push.

  Wanting a clear view, I leaned over as far as I could and pulled our sister’s butt cheeks apart, the fleshy mounds solid and full in my hands. She squealed beneath me, her mouth still stuffed with cock. But yes, my sightline was clear now. I held her ass cheeks apart, watching with avid intensity as my brother pushed into that dark star.

  It wasn’t easy. Croy is a huge dude, and although we’d fingered her a couple times in the back, that’s nothing compared to getting a thick, live dick in your anus. So the brown pucker stretched, Croy’s fleshy crown making leeway until with an audible pop, he was in a couple inches.

  Lauren gave out a muffled squeal again, almost biting my dick as her backside was violated. I pumped my hips a bit, her punishment for biting me, forcing my cock even further down her throat, my balls slapping against her chin, gagging her.

  “Don’t bite, little girl,” I said silkily. “Or my dick’s going to perforate your ass,” I threatened. But the little girl knew that my dick was going up her ass sooner or later no matter what. She wiggled her hips and Croy groaned, getting ready to squeeze forwards again.

  I watched as he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spreading her, as he pushed insistently. With another pop, her sphincter muscles gave way, and he was able to run that ten inch monster into her ass, hitting deep in her GI tract.

  “Unnnnf!” grunted the little girl, her boobs jouncing up and down as she crouched between us, servicing us both.

  “Baby, you’re an amazing cumslut,” I praised, stroking her hair as Croy started up a rhythm in her anus. “We’re gonna fuck you hard now,” I said.

  And sure enough, my brother and I started pounding her from both sides, beating our dicks into her ass and her mouth. She squealed and cried between us, her fleshy body trembling and jiggling in the most enticing, feminine way. I stroked her head, balling my fists in her hair as I face-fucked her, driving my cock down that soft throat, her suction so strong that my balls started to milk. With a mighty “Fuuuck!” I released, my shaft pumping hot sperm into the little cumbucket, viscous man milk jetting down her throat.

  At the same time, Croy found ecstasy in her ass. With a roar, he surrendered, his pecs flexing, his mighty body shaking as he came, rope after rope of sperm shooting into her GI tract, coating her anal chamber with hot, virile sperm.

  And our little girl found release as well. I could literally see her anus clenching and spasming on my brother’s dick, that dark pucker winking as best it could around the thick club buried inside. Her mouth too, trembled around my dick, her oral cavity filling with saliva as she let go, her eyes rolling back and almost collapsing as the orgasm overtook her.

  “Fuck!” I growled as her curvy body released, reaching for a handful of breast flesh. Her Double D’s were soft and malleable, her rump full and voluptuous as my brother and I fucked her full of cream, her anus violated by dick for the first time.

  And as we came to, our sister seemed to re-awaken, slowly re-surfacing from the ecstasy that was our loving. I pulled my member from her mouth, still semi-hard, watching with lust as the glossy shaft exited inch by inch from her little mouth. She coughed slightly.

  “Brothers,” she rasped, her voice hoarse from the oral pounding. “Again?” she said coyly, giving us her special smile.

  And we roared, triumphant in the conquest of our beautiful, curvy female.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Lauren

  I have to say that I love anal now. It feels so good, and it’s just practical when you’re servicing two men, you know? Being able to use all your holes when there are two dicks is a huge plus, you don’t have to make either guy wait, and everyone’s just so much more satisfied, the dry fuck a wonderful third option.

  But I want more. I want to get really dirty with Christian and Croy, explore the joys of twinsex, maybe even do some twincest if my brothers are amenable. I smiled to myself. All in good time.

  With a sated sigh, I got up, careful not to disturb the two hulking male bodies on either side of me, still asleep in the warm bed. My body was warm and dripping, emanating female heat from the incredible dicking I’d gotten, and I slipped to the closet to pick up a frilly confection. Ever since moving in, I’ve tried to dress sexier, and that includes lingerie and wraps, making sure that I’m a feminine confection ready for my brothers to unwrap at any time. Right now though, I merely wrapped the robe tight around my curvy body and padded downstairs to get the paper and make myself a cup of coffee.

  I opened the front door and picked up the paper, careful not to get any newsprint ink on my outfit. But something caught my eye. It was the headline – “HOUSE EMERGENCY TWINS MOLEST SISTER,” screamed the lettering. I shrieked and dropped the bundle. Had one of the crew sold us out? What was this? No one had molested me, and it was hard to imagine that someone would think our loving was anything but consensual.

  With trembling hands, I forced myself to unroll the paper and read the article with tearful eyes. Something
was seriously off because there was no mention of me at all. Instead, the article seemed to imply that Christian and Croy had molested another girl a couple years back. Another woman, who was also their sister, who’d been underage at the time … Feeling blood rush to my head, I suddenly realized that my brothers had secrets from the past which were coming back to haunt them.

  THE END

  Continue to Part 5 next

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Croy

  It was a fucking nightmare come true. Lauren had come tearing up the stairs, her hair still mussed from sleep, her legs bare underneath her wrapper.

  “Brothers!” she cried. “Wake up! Look … look at the headline,” her voice trembled, shoving the newspaper at us.

  Christian and I slowly roused ourselves. There was nothing we loved more than to be woken by our sister, but this time was a little different. Usually we were woken with kisses, purrs and meows, but right now our little sister looked wild-eyed, her wavy chestnut hair in disarray as she burst in.

  “What is it sis?” growled Christian. “What’s so important?” he yawned.

  I too, took my time, stretching my arms, heaving my big frame out of bed to head for the bathroom.

  “What’s up baby?” I tossed over my shoulder, getting ready to take a leak.

  “Do … do you have another sister?” stammered Lauren, looking confused.

  That was enough to stop me, even mid-pee. I swiveled around, pinning her with my gaze.

  “What do you mean?” I growled. Christian too, had sat up straight, suddenly at full alert.

  Lauren lifted the paper, shaking it at us. “It says here that the House Emergency twins molested a girl years ago … and that she was your sister,” her voice trembled. “What sister? What’s going on?”

  My shoulders slumped. It was a secret from our past, back when we were little more than boys. Somehow the press had sniffed it out, dug up dirt, and were smearing our names, painting us as celebrity criminals. I grabbed the paper from Lauren’s hand and the headline told me everything I needed to know: “HOUSE EMERGENCY TWINS CHILLING MOLESTATION CONFESSION IN NEW POLICE REPORT.” Fuck, they’d gotten a hold of a police report? How had that happened?

  But the first order at hand was calming our sister. I reached over to stroke her shoulder, urging her to sit, but she twisted out of my grasp, hair flying.

  “You molested an underage minor? Your sister?” she hissed, her fists clenched. “Who is this girl? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Baby,” I said, sitting heavily on the bed. “This is why we were so insistent about keeping our affair with you under wraps. Unfortunately, we have a past … which involves another sister,” I said slowly.

  “What sister?” Lauren positively shrieked, her anger and rage overwhelming her. “Tell me!”

  “Shh,” soothed Christian. “We’ll tell you everything, just sit for a moment and breathe. It’s a complicated story.”

  Lauren took a few deep breaths and perched on the corner of the bed, visibly trying to contain her anger. I could tell that we had no choice but to tell her the whole story now … either that or let her find out through the news.

  “We never talk about our mom,” began Christian slowly, “because most people think she was a pill-popping drug addict, a crazed pscyho. At least that’s what Dad wanted everyone to believe.”

  “And he’s sort of right, there’s a little bit of truth in every lie. Mom was a little unhinged, a free spirit of sorts, and marriage was never really her thing,” he continued. “She had us young after getting married, and didn’t see any need to change her lifetsyle. She was still going to music festivals, sometimes bringing us to parties, dragging along a huge double-wide stroller to the most unlikely of places.”

  Here came the hard part. “When Croy and I were about five, she met some hippie musician dude and had a torrid affair. It was hurtful to my dad, especially since he found out about it in the worst way possible – my mom announced that she was pregnant with another man’s child and was going to leave him to tour with the musician. But my dad is an old-fashioned, religious dude. He wanted to work on the marriage and somehow, against all odds, persuaded our mom to stay, to give it another chance, not to abandon her sweet boys.”

  “So she broke up with the father of the child and came back to us … for a while at least. It was one of the happiest times of our lives,” said Christian. “After a scary period of our parents arguing and fighting, our mom was back and expecting a new baby! Croy and I were beyond excited to welcome a new little sister.”

  “But the thing is, after Marygold was born, my mom spiraled into severe post-partum depression. She totally shut down and Marygold had to be taken in by a foster family for a while, there was no way my parents could handle marital discord with rambunctious twins and a newborn. So we didn’t know Marygold for the first few years of her life.”

  “Honey, this is where it starts getting bad. Marygold came back and was the sweetest thing. She was just a little girl, so there’s no excuse for what I’m about to tell you because … yes, it is like the newspapers say. Croy and I fondled her. We were just boys, twelve year-old boys, and I realize that that’s not an excuse at all, but I guess …” he shrugged helplessly.

  “What did you do exactly?” asked Lauren, her eyes wary.

  I answered. “We touched our half-sister’s vagina and breasts when she was asleep, sometimes when she was in her bedroom, and once when she was sleeping on the couch. There’s no excuse for it, and we’re ashamed to this day,” I stated sorrowfully.

  “But why?” asked Lauren, looking utterly confused and despondent. “Why would you do this to a five year-old girl?”

  “Baby,” I said, my voice almost breaking. “We’ve asked ourselves this many times. The truth is that there’s no answer. Christian and I were boys then, and we’d led an unsupervised life. My mom was in the throes of depression, our dad was always working … and we were getting older, wanting to explore sex and girls’ bodies. So we touched the girl who lived in our house. It’s still no excuse,” I confirmed, barely able to meet her eyes.

  “But didn’t your parents do anything about it?” asked Lauren. “Surely they punished you,” she added.

  “Yeah, we were punished,” I sighed. “Our mom sank into an even greater depression so she was useless, but our dad … he confronted us. And we told the truth, that we’d touched Marygold when she was sleeping. He moved her out of the house immediately, putting her in foster care for a while, as he tried to figure out what to do.”

  I sighed again. This had been more than fifteen years ago, and yet the story was still painful to recount.

  “Our dad spoke with some elders at our church, and they jointly decided that the best thing would be to send Christian and I to a labor camp. So we went … for three months.”

  “Were you cured?” asked Lauren.

  “I like to think so,” rumbled Christian. “We’ve definitely never done it again. But honey, we’re twenty-five now, and not children anymore. The thought of touching a little girl … it makes our skin crawl.”

  “It makes my skin crawl too,” said Lauren faintly. “Where is Marygold now?”

  This was the hardest part of the tale to tell. “Marygold passed away soon after,” I said slowly. “After my brother and I were sent off to the labor camp, Children’s Services permitted Marygold to return home. My mom was driving with Marygold in the backseat, and she lost control of the car, careening off a cliff near our house. Marygold was thrown and immediately killed. My mom … she was never the same afterwards. I don’t think she ever recovered,” I said quietly, “which is part of the reason why Dad divorced her. He couldn’t live in the past anymore, grieving for a child long gone.”

  “But if Marygold’s gone … and this all happened when you were twelve … how did the papers find out? Surely your record was expunged,” she said.

  “Baby, I don’t know,” rumbled Christian. “My dad called the sheriff’s office to report
us, but no charges were ever filed. Instead, the local sheriff gave us a strict talking-to and then we were shipped off to rehabilitation. So we’re not sure how the story was leaked either.”

  “But the gist of the story … it’s true, isn’t it?” asked Lauren weakly.

  “Yes,” I confirmed. “It’s mostly true. Blown out of proportion from events long ago, but yes, unfortunately it is true.”

  Lauren sat silently, her expression unreadable as she reflected on our confession. Not only were her celebrity stepbrothers child molesters, but we’d molested a sister, a relative. Was our sex with Lauren some kind of bizarre remembrance? Was Lauren a ghost of Marygold?

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Christian

  The confession was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced. When Croy and I were twelve, it’d been bad, fessing up to touching our six year-old sister. But at least we were children, without a developed sense of right and wrong, just two wild boys doing what they wanted. Now as grown men, the wrongness of the situation was starkly evident, and Croy and I were repentant.

  Shame suffused me. For the first time in my adult life, I felt heat coursing up my neck, making my face flame. We’d been playboys our entire lives, irresistible to women, but it seemed now we’d have our first dressing down. Lauren sat on the edge of the bed, looking pensive as she contemplated the future.

  “What’s going to happen to House Emergency?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said slowly. “I guess we should ask the network about next steps. A lot of this is up to them, and not us,” I clarified.

  “We have a lot of advertisers,” added Croy, “and the network will probably want to gage public reaction and bounce ideas off our advertisers before making a decision. So the show won’t be canceled immediately,” he reassured her.

  Somehow though, I had a feeling we were in for the worst. House Emergency is broadcast on Home Starz, a home and garden specialty channel with a conservative bent. I didn’t think our advertisers would be sticking around.