We couldn’t figure out how the National Enquirer broke the story though. When our father discovered our sins, he talked to some church elders and it was mutually agreed that my brother and I would attend a three-month camp focused on rehabilitating wayward boys. There was never any jail time, not even a night spent in juvie. The most “official” it got was the local sheriff, who gave us a strict talking-to.
But slowly, the story’s become clear. It turns out that a police report was filed, we just didn’t know about it. It lay buried all these years, dormant but deadly. And when House Emergency took off, people started remembering the Langdon boys, the time we shoplifted, the time we spray-painted someone’s fence with graffiti, that sort of thing.
Oprah was the big break though. Christian and I were invited on the show, and someone wrote an anonymous letter to Oprah herself, warning her that we were actually incestuous monsters. Harpo Studios immediately faxed the letter to police enforcement.
The Enquirer must have gotten wind of these shenanigans because they sent a request under the Freedom of Information Act demanding those dated police records. And sure enough, when produced, the police narrative read like a horror story:
RESPONDENTS ADMIT TO TOUCHING SISTER IN THE BREAST AND GENITAL REGIONS WHILE SHE WAS SLEEPING. RESPONDENTS SAY THAT THIS HAPPENED SEVERAL TIMES WHEN SISTER WAS SLEEPING IN HER ROOM, AND ONCE WHEN SHE WAS ON THE COUCH. SISTER DOES NOT HAVE ANY RECOLLECTION OF RESPONDENTS TOUCHING HER, BUT WOKE UP NOTICING THAT HER BLANKET WAS MISSING.
The words were damning, and there was no way Marygold could help us now. Our dear sister passed away just a year after the police report was taken, dying in a car crash.
And that’s why Lauren is instrumental now to the rehabilitation of our image. She’s our step-sister, a sister who knows us well, who’s become central to our lives. If she declared to the world that Christian and I are good people, then maybe the world might listen and forgive. After all, if our new sister can forgive us, then shouldn’t they?
But Lauren’s been mum lately. Sure, this is our time of need, but she doesn’t owe us anything, not really. Just because Christian and I have fallen in love with Lauren doesn’t mean that she’s fallen for us … yet.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Lauren
Life is so confusing. I’ve come back to the doctor’s office after a stint as an extra on House Emergency. It’s weird to be back, working as a nurse after my short-lived career as a TV host. The other girls eyed me strangely at first.
“Lauren, aren’t your brothers really spooky? Oh my god, did you know about the incest?”
And I had no idea how to answer those questions. Because of course I hadn’t known about Marygold, but the truth was even worse. Christian, Croy and I had indulged in some incest ourselves – I’d taken to fucking both my brothers, our ménages a wonder for the senses, my body exploding into a million colored shards with each sexual encounter.
And I was so sad now that I’d left my brothers. They had wanted me to stay.
“Don’t go,” rumbled Croy. “We need you,” he said, as I rolled my wheelie to the door.
“Lauren, please,” added Christian. “This isn’t the time to go.”
And my heart literally hurt, there was an ache in my chest as I got into the car, my stuff packed into a trailer behind me. I’d decided to leave my brothers just to clear my mind, get myself out of the vortex of despair.
But the truth is, I’d come back to the doctor’s office for another reason as well.
“Nancy, are the lab results back yet?” I asked.
“Hmm, let’s see,” said the receptionist. “Oh yeah, here you go,” she said, handing me a sealed envelope.
Inside were the lab results of a blood test I’d taken yesterday … to determine if I was pregnant. I’d been a few days late, and while this wasn’t something to worry about, usually I’m never late. I’m like the proverbial clockwork bird – always on time.
I went into the hallway to open the envelope in privacy. And there it was … positive. I was pregnant with my brothers’ baby. I knew there was no way to tell who the father was because as identical twins, Christian and Croy have the same DNA. So my baby really would have two daddies.
Limply, I sat down on the bench in the hallway, the papers flopping loosely in my hand. I broke out into a cold sweat, my body suddenly feeling weak and lifeless, although my heart was racing at a million miles an hour. I could almost feel the baby kicking in me, although that would have to be my imagination, the baby was only the size of a pea.
What to do? I looked at the test results again, skimming them as if to remind myself that this was real life. Sure, Christian and Croy had done something terrible … they’d touched a six year-old girl inappropriately. But they’d been kids themselves at the time, and while that was no excuse, they hadn’t done it again after coming back from the labor camp.
Suddenly, I was filled with resolve. My brothers were my baby’s daddies, and they needed to be a part of his or her life. I needed to defend these men … these men who loved me, who would lay out their lives for me, and do the same for our child as well. These men who were strong, supportive, charismatic, handsome … and the loves of my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Christian
We heard a motor pull up the semi-circular driveway, a revving that was unmistakable. Shouting ensued, questions of “Lauren, Lauren, a minute of your time! How do you feel about your brothers? What’s next for House Emergency?”
I held perfectly still, my mind racing. Lauren was back? My heart pumped at the thought of seeing our little sister again, and I could tell Croy was just as nervous, tense and alert as we listened from inside the house.
A car door slammed, and I heard Lauren’s melodious voice carry out:
“I believe in my brothers. It’s true that they made a grievous error, but I’d ask you to stand with me in supporting them. Christian and Croy were only children at the time, and certainly apologize deeply for their past actions. So I hope you’ll join me in encouraging Home Starz to re-list House Emergency, bringing the show back to viewers everywhere.”
My heart slammed against my rib cage. Our sister was defending us! A wave of joy rushed over me, and I could see Croy smiling that same silly grin. Our sister was back, and as the front door swung open, we rushed to greet her.
“Sister,” I rumbled, dropping a sweet kiss on her cheek. “Welcome.”
“Sister,” groaned Croy, pulling her into his arms for a hug, “We’ve missed you,” he murmured into her hair.
And she’d never looked better. Her curves were displayed in a form fitting dress, the wrap hugging her bountiful breasts, emphasizing her narrow waist before curving into flaring, child-bearing hips. Child-bearing? WTF? Where were my thoughts going? We needed to talk.
And Lauren seemed to read my mind. She kissed us both passionately before leading us into the living room and sitting on the divan, her legs crossed modestly, shapely and elegant. Fuck, she looked so delicious, I could have fucked her right then and there, ripping that dress from her curvy body.
But she gave us a secret smile and began to speak.
“Christian, Croy, I’ve missed you,” she said, taking a hand in each of hers. I looked down. Her hand was so small, slim and white, our hands tanned and masculine, rough and blunt in comparison. I squeezed encouragingly.
“We’ve missed you too, sister,” I growled, looking at her ravenously. Down boy! I commanded myself. The girl’s only been back five minutes and you’re already ready to ravage her? Fuck, it must have been mating season, and I was a male wolf sensing a bitch in heat.
But it was the same for Croy. He didn’t say anything, just rumbled deep in his chest with a hungry gleam in his eye.
“Oh brothers,” continued Lauren. “It’s been complicated without you. Well, maybe I should say, life has been boring without you, but I had a lot to think about,” she amended. “What’s going on with House Emergency?” she asked.
“Well, the network removed us from the schedule,” I said, brought back to reality. “Our advertisers canceled their spots so Home Starz canceled all of our shows, pulling all re-runs, and Hulu removed our show from its streaming library as well,” I said. “So shit’s bad.”
“I know,” said Lauren softly. “How are you guys holding up?” she asked.
“Not well,” ground out Croy. “Shit’s been so fucked up, we haven’t left the estate much since you took off,” he said, nodding to the front door. “Media’s camped outside night and day, just waiting to get a glimpse of us.”
“And how about Mom and Dad?” she asked. “Have you talked to them?”
That was one of the few bright spots in all this. We’d spoken with George and Teresa, and they were surprisingly supportive. I guess this wasn’t new news to my dad, he was just sorry to see the secret get out, destroying our careers.
“Sons, this is terrible, and I’m sorry about that police report. I didn’t realize one had been filed,” he apologized on the phone. “But you will turn a new leaf.”
“It’s not your fault, Dad,” Croy and I had said, defeated at the time. “Don’t blame yourself.”
And even Teresa chimed in. “Remember this too will pass,” she said, her voice an echo in my mind.
She must have said something along those lines to Lauren too, because Lauren smiled at us and repeated those very words.
“This too shall pass, brothers,” she soothed. “When God closes a door, he opens a window somewhere else.”
And I was humbled. I dropped to my knees beside her, burying my face in her lap, begging for her compassion, her kindness, her love.
“Lauren,” I said, my voice muffled, afraid to even meet her eyes. “Can you forgive us for putting you through this ordeal? You mean the world to us, Croy and I both, and it’s been fucking awful without you here. I think … I think if you stay with us, we’d be better off you know? Like a real couple ….” My words trailed off.
Croy joined in, also on his knees.
“Sister,” he said impassionedly. “I know we haven’t treated you fairly, we overwhelmed you, seducing you with our hands, our bodies, our words. But know that you mean everything to us, and if you’d just find some way in your heart to forgive us, we’d make sure it works, make this permanent …” he said, his voice also trailing off.
Lauren laughed softly, looking at both of us.
“Brothers, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were on bended knee, proposing to me,” she murmured with a smile.
And Croy and I exchanged swift looks. Is that what we were doing? Suddenly, it hit home. What we’d been saying had been the essence of a proposal although we hadn’t used the time-honored language. But we wanted to. We each took her hand in ours.
“Lauren, will you?” asked Croy.
“Will you marry us?” I finished.
She smiled the sweetest smile I’d ever seen and bent her head to kiss us softly, first Croy and then me.
“Yes, brothers, I do,” she murmured.
And we were on her at once, kissing her ravenously, lifting her hair to touch our lips to that sweet space behind her ear, on the column of her neck, as our hands re-traced the familiar contours of her breasts, her tummy, and her hips. And she gasped suddenly, her cheeks flushing, as we trailed our fingers over her abdomen.
“Brothers, I have a surprise for you,” she smiled again, sweetly, devilishly.
“What is it baby?” I moaned into her ear, desperate to be in her soft, female body.
“I’m eight weeks pregnant!” she announced. “You’re going to be daddies soon.”
And that stopped our assault onto her delectable body. We sat there wordless, in silent shock and amazement.
“Gee, bees could fly into your mouths right now,” giggled Lauren softly. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
And Croy and I sprang into action, our excitement re-doubled, our commitment to this girl renewed, rejuvenated, stirred into full volume.
“Baby, that’s the best gift anyone could give us,” I said sincerely while tracing the vee of her décolletage with one large male finger. “Thank you honey, it means so much to us.”
“Yes, thank you sister,” agreed Croy, dropping a kiss onto said creamy décolletage. “Let us show you how we give thanks,” he rumbled, slowly tugging the dress off her shoulders.
And we pulled her to the bedroom, desperate to see her nude body, run our hands over those dangerous curves, eager to explore and savor the beautiful girl who was going to be ours … forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Lauren
My brothers were all over me, kissing me, touching me, stroking my curves as if they could never get enough. They made low rumbling sounds in their throats, alpha males intent on claiming their woman.
“Sister,” ground out Croy as he squeezed my breast, the white flesh luscious and creamy against his hand. “How did you get so beautiful?”
Christian growled his agreement, pulling my panties aside to sniff at my crotch, inhaling the dark, spicy scent of female desire. “Mmm,” he rumbled before taking a long, savory lick of my twat. “Fuck that tasted good,” he murmured into my folds as I jerked underneath him, screaming my delight.
I’d missed this in my time away. The twin male bodies, hard, unyielding, proudly aroused, intent on devouring me, giving me the maximum pleasure that my body could handle.
“Please brothers,” I panted as they worked my breasts and pussy. “Please … more!”
And they answered. Christian was like an animal between my legs, pushing my knees up so that I was exposed from anus to clit. He covered every single inch of that territory with his mouth, sucking, licking and nipping at my bud, teasing that bundle of nerves until I squealed and squirmed beneath him, forcing him to pin my legs back and out of the way. But he wasn’t anywhere near done. He buried his nose in my anus, taking a sniff of that musky, dry hole.
“Oh brother,” I moaned, the dirtiness getting to me, grinding my behind into his face. “Fuck it, please.”
And he did. He used his tongue first, making a spear and stuffing it into my back passage, tasting my ass, inhaling the female scent that was all mine. My pussy was so wet now that juice literally dripped from my sopping hole to my rectum, lubing it up, making the best possible side dish to his main course.
But Christian wanted more than just a tongue-fuck. With no warning, he stood and thrust his dick into my ass, my sphincter giving it up with an audible pop, muscles screaming from the forced release.
“Aieee!” I screeched, my body violated, my hips almost twisting off the bed had it not been for his dick in my ass, anchoring me in place.
“Shhh,” soothed Croy, breathing into my hair, stroking my breasts. “Let him fuck you there, it’ll get you ready,” he murmured.
Get me ready for what? But I was too caught up in the anal pounding to think. I cried again and again as that massive member drilled my ass, forcing my tight little button open again and again, the dry friction feeling so fucking wrong but also so right.
“Unnf!” groaned Christian as he pounded into me. “You ready brother?” he asked Croy, pausing for a moment.
“You bet,” said his twin. And Croy maneuvered himself on top of me. What the fuck? Where was this going?
I shrieked as I felt Croy’s penis tease my vaginal opening.
“No! No!” I cried, “There’s already something in me! I can’t do both!”
“Shh baby,” soothed Croy, as he kissed me, his dick still probing that opening, his glans trailing pre-cum onto my pussy lips. “I’m surprised we haven’t done this before, working both your holes,” he said.
“Well, we’ve plugged her mouth and pussy, and mouth and ass,” growled Christian from in back of him. “Should we plug her mouth this time too?”
Croy paused for a moment, and grinned evilly. Reaching over, he pulled out the pink dildo from the drawer and shoved the ten-inch monster into my cunt unexpectedl
y, hard and rough.
“Aieee!” I screamed. It was so fucking tight, Christian’s dick in my anus and the toy in my cunt, I thought I would explode in pleasure and pain.
But Croy wasn’t done yet. He gave me a few hard pumps with the toy and then pulled it out with a wet squelch, there was so much liquid spilling from me down there.
“Now baby,” he soothed, running the dildo lovingly against my lips. “Suck,” he commanded.
And that’s how I got all my holes stuffed at once. As soon as my lips parted to accept the glistening dildo, Croy fucked into me with his dick, violating my cunny, stretching my cunt until I literally couldn’t take it anymore. My body spasmed and twitched, trying to push their dicks out of my holes, but Croy and Christian were pros at this. They stayed put, their members like anchors in my body, refusing to be ejected.
“Shhhh,” soothed Christian, stroking my inner thigh as Croy squatted in front of him, his dick buried in my snatch. “Shhh, baby, just feel,” he encouraged.
And my brothers began to set a pace, their rods moving in a syncopated rhythm, one plugging me as the other pulled out, rubbing against each other with only my thin vaginal wall separating them.
“Mmmf! Mmmf!” I cried out, helpless in my ecstasy, the toy making it impossible for me to form words. But I would have cried out “Christian, Croy, my brothers, my lovers!” if I could have.
And it was fucking amazing. Stars exploded, my eyes rolling backwards in my head as my body convulsed, my pussy and anus clamping down on my brothers’ shafts hard, twitching in ecstasy, the juice squirting in a hot gush from my cunt. And the pulses drove my brothers over the edge as well, their poles giving it up, the seed rushing from their balls to ejaculate in me with a splash, dousing my anal and vaginal chambers with creamy, fertile white.
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