All the Best Men: An MFMM Menage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  I sat stock still, my mouth open. You probably could have tossed a golf ball in without missing, I was so flabbergasted. WTF? Mom made a nice living in the City, why were we moving? What did they have out there anyways? A jail? A mall? Nothing, seriously nothing, at least not compared to Manhattan.

  “Mom, no,” I said forcefully. “I can’t move, you know how well I’m doing at school, Trinity is awesome, I love my coach, I love my friends, I can’t go.”

  But she cut me off.

  “Ana, there’s more to life than track, and besides you can still run at your new school. You’ll have new brothers to show you around, they’re your age and athletic too. You’ll get along like a house on fire, I’m sure of it,” she said emphatically.

  Um, she was completely wrong, boys had never been interested in me. I was “The Bean,” a girl ten miles tall and shaped like a string of rope. No guy had ever looked my way, but that was beside the point.

  “Ma,” I shook my head furiously, “no way am I moving. No way.”

  But Mom just ignored my protests.

  “Yes you are because I’ve already given up the lease on this apartment, you’ll have no place to live.”

  Oh no. Our beautiful triplex on the Upper West Side, and it was going to be gone? The rug was pulled out from under me with a whoosh and I could literally feel a jolt to the stomach, the surprise overwhelming and disorienting.

  “I don’t care!” I whined. “I’ll stay with Jenny instead.”

  But Virginia just shook her head. Jenny was my friend since kindergarten, and we’d practically grown up together.

  “Jenny’s parents would never let you stay, they don’t have the room. You have no idea how lucky you are living here anyways,” she replied. “Not everyone has their own room and bathroom in the City.”

  And I sat back, floored, because unfortunately she was right. Even at a fancy school like Trinity filled with well-to-do families, real estate in NYC is expensive and most families are squeezed into tiny apartments, siblings sharing rooms, even opposite-sex siblings sometimes sharing a living space. Jenny lived in a three bedroom with her parents and two sisters and I knew the Millers didn’t have a square foot to spare, much less a spare bedroom for me.

  So mentally, my mind started exploring new options, furiously trying to come up with something. There had to be a way out of this. I had to resist moving to the boonies, I couldn’t go there, not even if my twin brothers were gorgeous … as I discovered in the most intimate way.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Peyton

  The wedding was elaborate, over the top even to my inexperienced eye. All-you-can-eat shrimp and lobster on ice, free-flowing champagne, and an open bar with top shelf liquor. Oh yeah, whoever was paying for this was going to be out a pretty penny.

  And Gordon wasn’t footing the bill. He’s done well, but insurance guys aren’t exactly rolling in dough, they need to save just like everyone else.

  “Who’s paying for this?” I asked my brother.

  “Dunno,” he shrugged. “I guess Virginia? Not Dad.”

  Well, whoever it was had gone all-out, judging from the décor, the food, and the country club setting. Probably renting this space cost an arm and a leg right there.

  But no matter, we were just here for the food. In the meantime, a girl in a yellow dress brushed past me, short, rotund, with straw-like hair.

  “Oops sorry!” she giggled, almost dropping her plate of appetizers. “Hi, I’m Jenny,” she tittered.

  “Hi,” I said shortly, giving her the once over. Not our type, too many giggles, but no reason to be rude.

  “I heard you’re the best men,” she said, eyeing us openly. Yeah, it happens. Women of all ages look us up and down with open lust, and this girl was no different.

  “Yeah, that’s us,” drawled Pax. “And you are?”

  “I’m Jenny,” giggled the girl, her high-pitched laugh grating on my ears. “I’m a friend of Ana, your new stepsister.”

  Ah, the mysterious Ana. Our dad had mentioned that Virginia had a daughter, some chick named Ana who was exactly our age, also a senior in high school.

  “Tell Ana we say hi,” grunted Pax. “We haven’t met her yet.”

  “Oh I will!” squealed Jenny, “she’s so lucky, she’s transferring to White Plains High. I’m so sick of Trinity, I wish I were transferring too.”

  “Oh really, Trinity’s no good?” I asked, eyebrows arched. I’d vaguely heard of the school and figured it was a rich kid playpen, filled with trust fund babies and the like.

  “Trinity’s awesome but we want to be with regular kids for a change,” sighed Jenny. “I mean, Trinity kids are snooty you know? I like them and all,” she rushed on, “it just takes a lot of money to fit in.”

  That was interesting. We thought Ana was a rich bitch, judging from her background with the high-flying mom, the lavish wedding, the elite private school. But her friend was making it sound like they were unpopular.

  “Well, I hope to see you again,” gushed Jenny. “I think Ana’s in back getting her hair done right now, but we’ll look you up after the ceremony, okay?”

  “Sure,” I rumbled, barely looking at the plump blonde. “Laters.”

  And my bro and I turned back to each other as the girl dashed off.

  “Interesting huh?” remarked my brother.

  “Sure is,” I rumbled in return. Our interest in our new stepsister was piqued. Not a rich bitch, but still rich, with a desire to be “regular” for a change.

  I shrugged. We’d meet her soon enough. Suddenly, something caught my eye in the bushes, maybe the rustle of a small animal, except it was accompanied by a flash of pink material.

  “Yo,” I grunted to my brother, “over here.”

  We prowled, following the noises, the snaps of twigs, the shuffling of leaves, even little gasps and shrieks sometimes. Definitely not a small animal.

  As we went further and further into the woods, the vegetation grew denser, sounds muffled, the party fading into the distance. I thought country clubs were known for their manicured grounds but I guess once you go off course, they let nature take over and we were basically in the forest now, trees everywhere, not able to see more than five feet in front of us.

  Suddenly, we burst into a glen and there was a girl standing there. Or more accurately, she was lying on the ground, her dress a mess of material around her, hair filled with twigs.

  “Oh my god!” she squealed, covering her breasts with her arms, “who are you? What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to turn away from us, shielding her body from our gaze.

  Because we were staring. The girl was amazing to look at, and my brother and I have seen a lot of naked females. She was a little thin, sure, but her boobs were big, bouncy Double D’s, and her legs were long and shapely, her dress pulled up around her waist, showing off those creamy thighs. Her hair was spread out on the ground like a blanket, filled with grass like she’d been rolling around.

  But what the hell was she doing, rolling around on the ground in the woods half-naked? Was this some kind of weird fetish, Red Riding Hood gone wild? At least there was no one else in sight, the girl all alone on her patch of grass, sunlight gleaming off those limbs.

  “What the?” growled Pax. And I could tell he was hungry already, not bothering to hide his stiffie. We hadn’t been with a girl in at least a week and it’s not every day that you come upon a hot chick looking like a succulent nymph.

  “What are you doing out here?” she gasped in reply. “I thought I was alone. The party’s back there,” she said, jerking her chin in the direction of the wedding.

  “Yeah, we know,” I drawled, looking at her with amused eyes. Man, her furious efforts to pull down her skirt were futile, that thing was way too tight and she couldn’t get it over those luscious hips while lying on the ground. “Need some help?” I added, my eyebrows raised.

  That caused the girl to blush furiously, it was so cute, pink spreading all over her bosom, her boobs he
aving even faster. And whaddya know, her struggles intensified, only causing her dress to drop lower, the strapless material falling away to reveal pale pink nipples, pointed and ready to be kissed.

  Because I had a massive boner. This woman was grade A+ and I was ready to get down. There was still another hour of milling around, so-called “cocktail hour” until the ceremony actually started, and blowing my load would be just the way to pass the time.

  “I was … I was …” the girl sputtered, still writhing on the forest floor.

  She didn’t get out a sentence before my bro and I were on either side of her, our massive builds towering, casting shadows over that nubile, female form. Her eyes opened wide with apprehension, as if taking in our cocks for the first time.

  Because she’d sat up and our stiffies were just about face-level … or more accurately, mouth-level. Our dongs poked out at her ruthlessly through our tux pants, one on each side, almost jabbing her in the cheeks, brushing against that velvety smoothness. Her mouth dropped open automatically, and what do you know, but it was so perfect, that round “O”, that perfect pink pout, our shafts so near. How would it feel? Would she be able to suck with the best, accept our cocks deep, stretch wide and take two?

  And she was on the same wavelength because all of a sudden, her eyes grew ravenous, her boobs heaving quickly, her breathing rapidly accelerating. And were my eyes deceiving me or did she suddenly wiggle her hips, like her cunny had just shivered and given her the go?

  My instincts were spot on. The girl wanted us and her eyes suddenly looked at us wide-eyed, accepting her fate.

  “That’s right, little girl,” rumbled my brother, a big hand reaching out to caress her hair, those dirty blonde locks tumbling over her smooth shoulders, her dress now completely dropping away to sag at her waist, those big gazongas bare to our gaze. Her nips were hard as rocks, they could cut glass, pointy and sticking out like the prow of a ship, begging to be sucked.

  But my twin and I weren’t there to suck … at least not just yet. Instead, we were here to be sucked and the girl’s cheeks were already hollowing, anticipating our need.

  “That’s a good girl,” I grunted, my big hand tracing over that smooth hair as well. “Get it out,” I commanded.

  And with trembling hands, the blonde obeyed. With a small, soft hand, she reached up and undid my waistband, slowly undoing the zip until my cock popped out, almost hitting her in the face.

  “Ohhhhh,” came her whisper, a look of shock in her eyes, her mouth literally dropping with amazement and open hunger.

  Because I’m fifteen inches and today was no exception. I’m a monster and my dick is my weapon. Girl after girl has struggled with it, hopelessly humping against it, desperate to get it however they can, their mouth, their puss, their hiney, anywhere to make them feel good. And even better … there are two.

  Because Pax had whipped out his cock as well, his donkey dong bouncing off the girl’s cheek, and that boner was at full mast, a hard vein pumping along the top, his balls raised and ready to shoot. Fuck, this girl had done us good and she hadn’t even touched us yet, we were ready to cover her in sperm.

  And the woman was a natural. Getting up onto her knees, she reached for a cock in each hand, her eyes filled with wonder, those boobs trembling as she stroked and squeezed our shafts. I threw my head back, my eyes closed and groaned as she massaged my fuckpole, feeling that soft hand move up and down my rod again and again, milking me, exploring every contour, pumping me like a machine as the tension built.

  And without warning, the little girl leaned forward and took my dick in her mouth, enveloping me in that hot, warm cavern, her lips stretching to caress my width. She sipped the tip at first, her eyes looking up at me with a question, and I was ruthless. I fucked my hips forward with no mercy and she opened in response. It always works. Don’t let up, that’s how a girl realizes she can do fifteen inches.

  But we were far from done yet. With her other hand on my brother’s shaft, the blonde angled her head slightly and began sucking more of my dong in, the massive steel disappearing into her mouth inch by inch, swallowing like a python. I could tell she was struggling, her eyes closed in concentration, breathing rhythmically through her nose as she worked, the length visibly moving down her throat.

  And I practically gave it up right then, it’s so amazing to see a girl on her knees in front of you, nude, sucking your dick without abandon, loving it, eating it up, all the while jacking off your brother.

  But Pax is one dirty fucker and he wasn’t going to be happy with just a hand job.

  “Turn around,” he grunted.

  The girl’s eyes flew open. Was he commanding her to suck him instead? She started pulling off my dick, getting ready to do another man, my veiny length retreating from her throat, inch after inch pulling out, slick and shiny with saliva.

  But I wasn’t about to give it up either. I wanted to blow, and erupting in this girl’s mouth was exactly what I needed to make it through a boring wedding. So I let her pull out until only an inch or two was left in her mouth and then seized her head so she couldn’t move, immobilized.

  Her eyes flew up at me questioningly. How would she suck my brother if she was sucking me? But the answer was coming.

  Pax angled his hips until he was in front of her face as well, and pushed his dickhead up against that rosy mouth, his glans nudging against the corner of those pink lips, insisting entry.

  “Ummph!” squealed the girl, her exclamation muffled by my dick. “Umph! Umph?”

  I knew what she was asking. How could this be happening? Two dicks in one small mouth? But it was true … we were doing it, no holds barred.

  Slowly but surely, her mouth opened and my bro’s dick found its way in until she was sucking both our heads at once, her mouth double-stuffed with pure penis power. And it was obscene and wrong but totally amazing. It felt so good, seeing her cheeks full, and I didn’t need much more.

  I started moving in her mouth, my brother too, our strokes coordinated so that I pushed in as he pulled out, our cockpoles like clockwork, covered in saliva and pre-cum, the gooey mix streaming down her chin to drop onto those luscious breasts heaving with exertion, her little mouth used to the max yet hungry for more.

  And after a few good pulls I blew my load, filling the little girl with hot, virile sperm, pumping man juice into her oral cavity, the excess spilling from her mouth, pooling around her knees.

  And then my twin did the same, his semen spurting with hot jets, mixing with mine in that little throat as the girl swallowed furiously, drinking with everything she was worth, swallowing with audible gulps as if reluctant to waste a single drop.

  And even after we finished pumping, the girl kept sucking, determined to drain us dry, squeezing our balls down below, milking us to the last tasty drop. She was into it, moaning, her eyes fluttering closed, those big boobs still heaving, and damn but if there wasn’t a wet spot under her cunny on the ground. She’d creamed as she’d sucked and her little pussy had spurted juice, that female nectar aromatic, musky to our nostrils.

  Finally, with a last lap at our dickheads, the little girl pulled off, licking her lips to savor the final droplets of semen, her eyes teasing as she sat back, tucking herself back into her dress.

  “You taste good,” she said with a sultry sigh, and immediately the tingle started in my ball sack again, our dicks springing back to life. Thirty inches was coming her way … again.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Stacey

  The wedding planning had been seriously weird. First of all, my mom didn’t know the name of her future stepsons.

  “What do you mean, you don’t know?” I asked, puzzled. “They’re going to be related to you, how could you not know?”

  My mom sat back at her desk. As usual, she was working again and her face was weary with a grayish cast. This was bad, considering that her wedding was in three days.

  “Ana, I just can’t remember at this moment,” she said with a sigh. �
�I’ve been so busy and Gordon told me, but I can’t remember.”

  “How many conversations have you had with Gordon?” I asked, my eyes disbelieving, still unable to accept that my mom was so disconnected from what should be the biggest day of her life. “How could you not know? Has he never mentioned them?”

  “Of course he’s mentioned them, we talk about you guys a lot,” she said with another sigh. “Stacey, you’ll never understand, this deal has taken so much of my time lately, I haven’t been able to focus on much else recently.”

  And that was definitely true because instead of my mom planning her wedding, I was doing it for her. I’d called the Union League Club out on Long Island and asked for a rush job, could they spare their ballroom and outdoor space this weekend? We’d been lucky. No one had booked the venue and we were good to go. Of course, this was costing a ton of money, you always pay through the nose for last minute deals, but that was fine. Virginia could afford it.

  “But Mom,” I said. “We’re printing the materials for the ceremony, what am I supposed to put down for the boys? Just say “Gordon’s sons”? This is so awkward.”

  My mom shrugged.

  “Just leave it out,” she replied. “Mr. Gordon Jones, groom, and his sons. No need for names.”

  This was going to be the weirdest wedding program ever, but okay. Maybe if we got gold leaf for the paper, no one would notice the lack of detail on the program.

  But this was seriously inconvenient. Because not only were we missing significant information, but I wouldn’t be able to google my new brothers, stalk them on-line. Everyone’s connected with Facebook and LinkedIn these days, but you have to at least know their names. It’s pretty tough to randomly google around and hit the jackpot.

  Suddenly, my mom piped up.

  “I do remember one thing,” she said slowly, cocking her head to the side as if thinking hard. “His sons are twins.”