My Boyfriend's Boss: A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “I don’t want to shower just yet, brothers, I love the feeling of your sperm in me,” she’d giggled.

  And this was exactly why our sister was irresistible. With a mind like a trucker and a body like a porn star, why would my brother and I need anybody else? We had trouble just keeping up with our eighteen year-old starlet.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Troy

  I watched as the girl circled the pole, licking it lasciviously, shaking her ass as her boobs jiggled. Malena was gorgeous. From some impoverished Eastern European country, she barely spoke English but clearly understood the universal language of sex. When she’d walked into our office, she’d immediately shed her mink coat, showing off her luscious, naked figure, clad only in high heels.

  Yep, she was here for stripper tryouts. My brother and I regularly source girls, and there’s a constant stream of women in and out, dancing for us, showing off their assets. Why wouldn’t they? Working for the Lyon twins is a lucrative business, and within a week of starting, some of these girls are making enough so that they don’t ever need to worry about food or shelter again.

  Plus, it’s a pretty sweet gig. Some of them only dance, but the best girls escort on the side as well. They charge their clients three to five thousand a night, and if you’re able to go on three dates in a week? Boom. Ten thousand, easy.

  Of course, we screen like the fucking FBI. We fingerprint these chicks, pay for full medical check-ups, and vet their immigration status. All of their files are kept in a fireproof cabinet in our office, the combination secret. Plus, our office is locked all the time, with no windows and soundproofed so that the girls have complete privacy and security as they dance for us.

  I could feel myself getting hard as Malena twirled around the pole. Hey, I’m a red-blooded male, it’s to be expected. But I wasn’t tempted to fuck her. You see, ever since Krissy became a part of our lives, I’ve been entranced. It’s like the promiscuous side of me, the guy who fucked three or four girls a night, has vaporized, instead becoming a doting brother and boyfriend.

  And I’m using the word boyfriend purposefully. We’ve never talked about it with Krissy. After all, it’s completely inappropriate, we’re her older brothers, and brothers and sisters can’t be couples. But it’s not like we’re biologically related.

  As a result, Tyler and I have been squiring her about, giving her the full girlfriend treatment. My brother is just as head over heels for Krissy, probably even more so than me, which is ironic since he’s the silent and deadly type, hardly a romantic. But just the other day, I caught him picking out flowers for our little girl, looking sheepish when I bumped into him at the florist.

  “So who are those for?” I’d asked casually. He’d been poring over some white flowers, pretty with five petals each. But it was the roses that had caught his eye, and I’d caught him red-handed, reaching for a dozen in a deep, wine color.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he ground out. Okay, clearly he hadn’t picked up any manners, and was just as ill-tempered and rude as always. What can I say? We’re brothers, knowing exactly how to push each other’s buttons.

  But the truth was I already knew who the flowers for, and I was at the florist for the very same reason. I wanted to give Krissy something special, something fragrant and romantic, much like her sweet, sensual self.

  My brother beat me to it, grabbing a lavish bouquet and heading over to the cashier. I was tempted to snatch it right out of his hands, but stopped myself, forcing myself to breathe, to keep calm.

  “Listen Tyler, we both want Krissy, it’s obvious,” I’d said at the register. “What are we going to do, show up on the doorstep, both of us with bouquets, trying to outdo each other? It’s ridiculous,” I stated.

  “Do whatever you want,” he ground out, whipping out his credit card.

  “Listen, this is about more than the flowers,” I said, starting to feel impatient. “This is about sharing our little sister, maximizing her happiness. We’ve both done her, and it’s been fucking amazing so far, but it’s driving us crazy, knowing she’s fucking two men. Instead, why don’t we fuck her together, make it a trio you know?”

  That made Tyler pause. We’ve fucked the same girl before, even had threesomes, but it was never with any emotion. It was just body parts, an available cunny that we could shove our dicks into. But this time, my proposition was different. I was talking about sharing Krissy emotionally as well, making sure our little sister got the best of both worlds, the best possible experience with her brothers.

  He paused, and I could see his mind churning. With a sigh, he turned to me.

  “Yeah, I guess,” he growled. “I don’t want to put her in a bad position, make her pick between us, so we’ll go it together, yeah?”

  And that’s how we ended up in the living room, our little sister on the couch between us with a big vase of flowers on the coffee table.

  “So what do you think?” I asked, my hand on her knee. My brother played with her hair, twirling those chestnut locks absentmindedly as he gazed at her adoringly. Hard to imagine that we hadn’t even known her three months ago.

  Krissy hesitated. “Does this mean that you’re my boyfriends?” she asked shyly.

  That was a hard question. “We can’t exactly say that we’re your boyfriends, little one,” I replied. “I mean, we’d love to but the world’s not exactly accepting of romantic relationships between sibs. I guess it’s better to say that you’re going to get the girlfriend treatment from us, even if we can’t acknowledge you to the public.”

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing, a smile creeping over her face. “Yes, I’d like to be your ‘secret’ girlfriend then,” she said gently, leaning forwards to give me a kiss. Her lips tasted so good, soft and plush against my mouth that I was already stiffening, my cock coming to attention. But she pulled back and turned to give Tyler a kiss as well, just as luscious and erotic.

  My brother growled in his throat, and Krissy laughed softly, her hands reaching for our packages. “So brothers, shall we take it to the bedroom?”

  And that was the first time we truly made love as a threesome, our little sister bare and willing in our arms.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Kristen

  I still remember my first time with Tyler and Troy, my first deep, passionate entanglement with the twins. By then, I’d fucked them multiple times, in their bedrooms, at the club, even at a restaurant once, Troy had been so eager to get into my panties. But as their girlfriend? It made me shiver, my heart pounding as I led them to the bedroom.

  I knew it was going to be good. My brothers are handsome, alpha, domineering men who don’t take no for an answer. The times I’ve been in bed with Tyler and Troy are the best experiences of my life, and I figured it’d be doubled, maybe even tripled or quadrupled if I did them simultaneously.

  So it was with anticipation that I reached for their packages in the living room, undoing their pants. I know they’d been expecting me to reach for their hands, to lead them into my room for a sweet, sensual seduction, but I’m a woman with a dirty mind … mixing love and lust.

  I undid their belts, unzipping their flies, unleashing those massive poles right then and there. Their members punched out, released from restraint, standing stiff and proud like flagpoles. And wouldn’t you know it, both cocks already had beads of pre-cum at the tip, Tyler’s sliding down wetly as I gazed at his shaft.

  I bent my head for a quick sip, making him gasp, before I decided we’d be better off in the bedroom. Like a fucking whore, I took a cock in each hand and tugged, pulling my brothers behind me, leading them by the dick as I walked to my room.

  It was fucking marvelous once we stepped over the threshold. I was a bitch in heat, falling to my knees as my brothers crowded around my face, pushing their cocks into my mouth. I licked and sucked furiously, stuffing my cheeks with man meat, draining their pre-cum, grabbing their balls and squeezing as I worked those stiff staffs. And my brothers were deranged men, moaning
, grabbing the back of my head as they fucked my mouth, forcing their shafts in deeper, deeper.

  I remember choking slightly, gagging as Tyler thrust roughly, his dick too far down my esophagus. Saliva was pooling in the corners of my mouth and spilling onto the carpet, there was frankly just too much cock for me to handle. But Troy coached me through it, rubbing his dong against my cheek as I struggled to take his brother’s pole.

  “Slowly, slowly,” he murmured. “Open your mouth wide, pretend that you’re unhinging your jaw,” he coaxed. “Now let his dick penetrate and if you feel like you’re going to gag, just think about something slippery, like Vaseline or oil,” he said. I sputtered, choking with Tyler’s dick so far down my throat. But the imagery helped, and sure enough, with the next thrust, Tyler was able press a little further, inching down a bit more.

  “Good girl,” Troy praised, stroking my hair. “Now let him fuck you a bit, and relax your soft palate, that makes for the best glide,” he instructed. I mentally forced myself to relax, picturing a snake devouring its prey, and what do you know? Tyler was able to push in further.

  This is where pure animal instinct took over. Tyler began to fuck hard into my throat, my body his cum receptacle, his balls lifting and rising as he pushed in and out. Meanwhile, Troy was beating his cock against my cheek, furiously rubbing with his hand as I squeezed his sacs, running my finger down the seam, weighing and fondling his testicles. With a roar, he gave it up, squirting his sperm all over my face, the sticky white coating my lashes, streaming over my cheeks and chin as hot pumps lodged themselves in my hair.

  Simultaneously, Tyler let loose in my mouth, exploding with a roar, his cock jerking and twitching, almost dislodging himself spastically. But the hot deposits felt good, and there was so much that I began choking, the sperm bubbling from the corners of my mouth, sliding down my chin like I was drooling. I could hardly breathe or see, my eyes coated in cum, my face slimed with jism, my mouth filled with hot white.

  Finally, my brothers calmed, the twitching of their cocks reduced to occasional spasms instead of full-on jerks. They stroked my hair and laughed softly, gently running their fingers over my cheeks, smearing the semen into my skin.

  “Little sis, you’ve never looked so beautiful,” murmured Troy.

  “Sperm is absolutely the best make-up,” agreed Tyler, and they both bent to kiss me, tasting some of their own creamy jizz.

  I made to get up, to go to the bathroom and clean-up. But my brothers tugged me back with a growl.

  “Not so fast, little girl,” rumbled Tyler.

  I was confused. “I just wanted to wash up a bit,” I hedged.

  “Oh right,” laughed Troy. “Well come back soon, you’re up next,” he said with a wink.

  And my cunny trembled at the promised assault.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Tyler

  My brother and I are so fucking depraved, it’s unbelievable. We’d just creamed on Krissy’s face, shooting our spunk all over her lips and hair, to the point where she couldn’t breathe or see, and yet we weren’t letting her clean it off? Yeah, that’s right. The mask, the white gloop dripping off her face, was so fucking disgusting that I just wanted to fuck her more.

  When our sister returned from the bathroom, she was wiped clean, but there were still clumps of sperm in her hair, the chestnut locks sticky and snarled. I laughed, gently stroking her head, running my fingers through the tangled bits. Fuck, the sperm made her hair smell good.

  But we wanted her to orgasm as well. This was Krissy’s first time really making love, and it’s important to make sure a filly climaxes, you know what I mean? In fact, I’d say that it’s important the girl comes harder than she ever has, otherwise she gets balky and recalcitrant.

  So Troy and I took special care, stroking her curves, murmuring words of praise.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed as he stroked her haunches. I had to agree. Our little sister has a voluptuous hourglass figure, with huge Double D breasts, a tiny waist and ample, flaring hips. I adored her backside, those juicy butt cheeks easy to smack and squeeze.

  “I love burying my cock in your cunt,” Troy murmured as he sensuously stroked a breast, trailing a finger over her nipple, watching with fascination as it hardened immediately, turning into a tiny pebble.

  Not to be outdone, I bent to catch that sensitive nub in my mouth, laving it with my tongue, circling around the tip before giving it a good suck.

  “Mmm, you taste delicious baby,” I ground out into her breast. “A baby is going to love drinking here,” I added wickedly.

  Krissy drew in a sharp breath at the word “baby.” The truth is we haven’t quizzed her about birth control the way we usually do. Somehow, our usual procedures had fallen by the wayside in this case. Maybe it was because she was our sister and we just didn’t want to know. I mean, your sister pregnant with your baby? The thought was so fucking wrong that it felt deliciously right.

  And that’s the freaky part of this relationship. I’ve always been allergic to pregnant women, women with kids, even women who want kids. I’d always figured I’d be a bachelor with a dozen Ferraris, not some dude pushing a stroller around. But the thought of Krissy swelling with our child … it’s not so bad, you know? I kind of like it. I guess with the right woman, even fatherhood can seem appealing.

  But for now, I just wanted to focus on the baby-making. She was moaning underneath my mouth, twisting and writhing on the bed as Troy and I sucked her breasts. He’d reached down to stroke her thigh, and I saw his hand slip upwards slowly, until he was running his fingers through her folds, sampling that drenched pussy. As if in a dream, he lifted his fingers to her mouth and forced her to suck.

  “Mmmphf!” Krissy cried, surprised at first but then lapping feverishly, enjoying the taste of her own tangy twat. Troy … that guy has a thing for body fluids, he drinks them like water and expects his girls to do the same.

  But I wanted to taste some of that pussy juice myself, so I maneuvered myself between her legs, pressing her knees up so that her snatch was exposed and open. Fuck, she had a beautiful twat. Some women are disgusting in that department, their cunts like hairy claims, greyish and moldy. But Krissy had a pussy that was ready for a close-up. It was pink and nubile, the lips fleshy and engorged with a tiny little hole, her clit cute and perky.

  With a growl, I seized her nub in my mouth, working her clit like a piece of candy with my tongue. It was fucking stiff as a pole, pulsing and throbbing just like a mini-dick. I alternated between sucking and licking her clit, driving her to the edge, her moans growing louder and higher-pitched.

  I thrust two fingers into her cunny, gently fucking it, testing her vaginal walls, getting her loose. I nodded at my brother and stood up between her parted thighs, my cock probing at her passage.

  Troy, meanwhile, straddled our little girl’s head, pushing his cock into her mouth, before reaching over and spreading her labia for me, holding her open as I fucked into her twat.

  “Damn, her hole is so small, you’re going to have to go slow,” he warned as Krissy sucked his dick.

  My brother’s fingers stretched her wide, and slowly, I moved in. We both watched mesmerized because it was fucking obscene, watching my bulging head, my veiny, throbbing shaft, penetrate that beautiful, tiny snatch. Her pussy lips parted and stretched slowly, the crown disappearing, and I paused, because she’d given a muffled cry on my brother’s dick. Too much? I don’t think so.

  I continued pushing, my brother and I riveted by the sight of her twat taking dick, thrusting my hips forward so that inch after inch of my pole disappeared into her body. Her pussy lips were stretched so tight now that they looked like thin rubber bands, but her cunny juice was running hard, so I knew she was enjoying it, even if she was gagged by my brother’s dick at the moment.

  Finally, I was all the way in and began pumping in earnest. Fuck! She was so fucking tight that my balls were already beginning to tighten and rise. Simultaneously, Troy began
fucking her mouth hard, ramming that stiff rod into her mouth, uncaring that she probably had a sore throat from the mouth fucking just minutes ago.

  With twin cries of release, Troy and I came into her body, me jizzing ecstatically into that tiny cunt as my brother unleashed mouthful after mouthful of hot jism into her throat. And our little girl … she didn’t let a drop get away. Every single bit of sperm was consumed, either swallowed up top or down below, the white disappearing as fast as it came.

  “Fuck, her tongue feels amazing when she’s getting fucked in the vag,” rumbled my brother as he jerked convulsively in her oral cavity. Krissy was moaning beneath him, still sucking strong, her lips like a vacuum as she drank sperm hungrily.

  “Yeah it always feels good when a girl’s fucked double,” I ground out, squeezing my balls to make sure the last of my seed emptied into her body.

  With deep contented sighs, my brother and I relaxed, our penises glossy and wet.

  Krissy sat up, looking dazed, her tongue tentatively tracing her lips, and smiled.

  “Again, brothers?” she asked sweetly.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Kristen

  I’m a fucking slut. A fucking slut in love, to boot. There’s no other way to describe my actions around my brothers. When their bodies are in my vicinity … I don’t know, I just go nuts, my pussy immediately moistening, my nips standing at attention. There’s something about the twins that transforms me into a crazy woman, you know?

  It’s weird about the whole birth control thing too. My brothers have never asked, and I’ve never said anything … but I’m not on it. I thought about going to the doctor for a prescription, but I’m nervous. My friend Elaine went on the pill and gained thirty pounds only to find out that she was pregnant. What a fucking nightmare that was.

  But senior year is starting to wind down, and I really want to finish with a bang, leave an imprint, which means getting an A on my expose. Although Troy and Tyler don’t know it, I’ve made a copy of their keys, and that includes the one that opens the interior office at Club Luxe. I’m not sure what I’m going to find inside, but it’s crucial to unlock Pandora’s box … and see what the future holds.