Double Exposure: A Dark MMF Bisexual Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Help us?” Jonah asked wickedly. I knew exactly what they wanted. In a flash I was on my knees next to them, my pink tongue questing, reaching out to taste the domineering dick. I sucked it, rubbed my tongue up and down that veiny length, almost crying at its size and girth, wanting to see it used, pummeling John’s tight butt.

  And Jonah obliged. Backing his brother up, he aimed for that hole and began pushing the massive head in. From my ringside seat, I could see John straining, his face tightening in pain as his anus was penetrated. I watched with rapt eyes as the big man’s sphincter stretched, little by little, his face a rictus of ecstasy and agony as his brother pressed insistently into his hole, my spit the only lube, turning that dick glossy and slick.

  With an audible pop, Jonah was in, his dick buried a few inches in his twin’s GI tract. Both men roared, Jonah in anticipation, John in pain and pleasure. With a grunt, Jonah thrust forward and this time, his dick must have pushed at least three inches into his brother’s rectum, although nowhere near the ten inches needed to fully take that member.

  With growls of agony, full-force fucking began, one doing the other from the back, me kneeling next to them, my cunny streaming with fluid, my breasts heavy as I tweaked my nipples, stroked my puss, shamelessly working myself to orgasm.

  Wanting to be involved, I knelt below John and sucked his balls into my mouth, giving a few hard licks to his penis in between.

  John gasped. “That’s it little girl, suck me, fuck me,” he grunted as his brother dominated him from behind. And reader, it was the most depraved thing ever. I enveloped his dick in my mouth as the pounding went on in the back and with simultaneous cries, both men came, Jonah into his brother’s ass, John into my mouth, the hot white coating my throat, thick, salty and sweet, the best milkshake I’d ever had.

  As the men relaxed from their fuck session, I slowly pulled off John’s dick, letting that hard length trail from my ruby lips. I licked a bit, a stream of semen connecting the tip of his dick to my mouth still, and savored it. I’d gotten head-fucked so hard that my eyes were watering, seeing stars, but I hadn’t had an orgasm yet.

  Leaning back on my knees, my clothes in disarray, a Double D boob poking out with my snatch still steaming, I asked sweetly, “Is there any cum left for me?”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Caleb

  Oh, fuck, the little girl had been delicious. We’d been moonlighting as strippers, it’s something my twin and I do sometimes for fun. It’s an amoral, anonymous weekend for all, no harm done.

  And it’s not like anyone knows about it. Caden and I live in SF, Chief Tech Officer and Chief Finance Officer at Sterling Pharma. Meanwhile the clubs we work are in Vegas, five hours away and far removed from our day to day lives, so it’s unlikely we’d encounter someone we know. No one in our crowd goes to Lucky Paradise Two, they’re more into the high class joints like Whistles and Scores.

  Besides, low profile is our style. Yeah, Sterling Pharma’s IPO made us rich as shit but my brother and I prefer to stay out of the limelight because of our fetish. Twinsex. Twincest. Yeah, that’s it. Our style isn’t exactly appreciated or understood by the general public, so Caden and I avoid publicity, happy to let our brothers Jake and Matt take the heat.

  I guess you could say it started when we were twelve. Caden and I always shared a room and the world was becoming too small. Adolescence had struck us full force and suddenly we were inundated with thoughts of titties, dicks, balls, pussies, you name it. Hormones 101 run amok, unable to concentrate or focus on anything but the next orgasm.

  One night, we’d looked at each other before snapping off the light, and I wasn’t surprised to feel my brother crawl into bed with me after five minutes of darkness.

  “Caleb?” came his whisper.

  “Yeah,” I answered throatily. And no more was needed.

  I felt his mouth on my dick and fuck, it was amazing, the slick wetness, the hot cavern doing things to my body I’d never been able to do to myself. After sucking me off, Caden went back to his bed, but we were far from done. The next night I crawled onto his mattress and we began a round of exploration, sucking each other off, sixty-nining, tasting each other’s balls, all that kind of stuff.

  I can’t remember the first time we had full-on sex, but it was during our parents’ divorce. They’d made the announcement and then doubled the whammy by informing us that Jake and Cade were moving to SF with Dad, leaving me and Matt in Wyoming with Mom.

  Of course, my brother and I were devastated but we behaved like we thought real men should. There were no tears, no recriminations, no begging or pleading. Instead, we decided to step it up in our private lives before the separation.

  I’d bought some condoms earlier that week although I’d never had sex before. More like I wanted to seem normal when my friends and I were joshing around at the local bodega, shoplifting shit, buying beer on the sly.

  “You think you need Magnums?” one of my friends had asked with a nasty grin.

  “Oh yeah,” I boasted. “I’m taking Marie Mathison out this weekend, we’ll be using them for sure.”

  The fact was, I was taking Marie to the movies on Friday and we probably would get down. I wasn’t sure that a fifteen year old was going to let me bone her, but at the very least I should get some deep finger fucking in, maybe some camel-toe courtesy of her wet pussy.

  And it had gone down beautifully. At this point, Cade and I were already six feet tall, maybe not filled out all the way but certainly handsome juvenile males. Marie was more than willing, hooking her panties to the side as soon as the theater darkened and reaching for my hand.

  “Stroke me?” she said coyly.

  Yes, please. I ran my fingers up and down that snatch during the opening credits, savoring that puffy, wet flesh, and by the first scene, Marie was already moaning breathily, stuffing a fist into her mouth to muffle her cries.

  I turned up the heat by strumming and rubbing her clit during a particularly dramatic interlude and Marie let one go, her convulsions arcing her back, the girl sliding down from her seat in a spineless heap on the floor, panting and gasping.

  But that’s when I handed over the reins. Marie wormed her way up my body between my thighs and lo and behold, the little slut had taken off all her clothes. Not just her panties but every single item of clothing, one hundred percent slippery, butt naked teen girl in my hands. Clearly overwhelmed, my dick punched to attention, ramrod straight, eager to find the hole of heaven.

  Needless to say, Marie fucked me hard in the back of the theater, any pretense of watching the movie long gone. She rode my dick for all it was worth, popping my cherry and leaving me panting and covered with juices, totally sated, my clothes a wreck when I got home.

  Thankfully the house was dark but Cade was still up when I entered our room.

  One eyebrow arched. “Good time?” was all he said, noting the stain on my jeans, dried and crusty, probably a pool of dried cum.

  “Yeah,” I barked harshly. “Real good.”

  I snapped off the light to get into bed and not five minutes later, Cade was lying with me, his arms circling my waist.

  “I found the condoms you bought,” he said in a low voice. “Who were they for?”

  I sighed. “No one. It was just … I dunno, I wanted to buy them, that’s all,” I shrugged.

  “You know Mom and I are leaving next week,” he said darkly, his lips brushing my cheek oh so softly.

  I sighed again. “I know brother, I know.”

  “Then I want you to use that condom on me,” he finished, reaching for my dick.

  And reader, it was heaven and hell at once. I’d just finished fucking a girl and yet it felt so right, so natural, to fuck my brother next. Cade was in charge the whole time, running his hands up and down my chest, squeezing my balls, fitting that condom on my massive member. I wasn’t even sure how to fuck a guy, but Cade must have done some research on the web. He lay on his stomach, lifting his ass in the air oh so slightly, and
gestured for me to cover him.

  “Get on top,” he whispered, guiding my dick to his hole. “Be gentle.”

  And reader, I tried to be gentle, I really did, I wanted to do right by my twin during our first full-on sex session. But goddamn, a guy’s butt can be so tight, so musty and raw contrasted with a woman’s wet pussy and I just lost it. I fucked that butthole like it was the only anus I’d ever taste, letting my prick pound and grind again and again, bouncing my balls against Cade’s ass with every stroke, riding him like a fucking mechanical bull.

  And he loved it. His eyes were screwed up in pleasure and pain, the moaning frantic even as he tried to bury his face in the pillow.

  “Caleb, Caleb, Caleb,” he groaned again and again, and reader, there was never such music to my ears. It pushed me over the edge and I spewed hotly into my twin’s body, sating myself, the dry walls of his ass squeezing me tight, clenching as my pole shook and spurted deep inside. It was the hottest, most illicit fuck I’d ever had, probably ever would have.

  So needless to say, Cade and I fucked like rabbits during the remaining week we had together. I’m not sure if anyone noticed but probably not given all the tumult with the divorce, moving plans, etc. In fact, I think our family was relieved we stayed in the wings, only speaking when it would seem weird not to. I guess they figured as twins, we were able to calm one another down, be each other’s best friends and all that shit.

  When I moved to SF as part of the internet boom a couple years later, I wasn’t sure what to expect to be honest. I mean, my brother and I had kept in touch, but we’d gone to different schools, exploring our interests, becoming men in the process.

  I’d certainly fucked a lot of women in the intervening years, that was sure. I’d left my gay tendencies behind and had buried my dick into a lot of willing, hot pussy, those warm folds embracing me, bringing me to heaven again and again.

  So when my brother and I reunited, I was uncertain … even nervous. I’d dropped out of school to help Jake and Matt with their start-up and Caleb had done the same, he in a finance position, me as the technical whiz.

  We hadn’t acknowledged the attraction at first, we were so busy working 24/7, trying to launch this Sterling Pharma. But surrounded by a scrum of testosterone, all twenty-something workaholic guys, it was inevitable that we took up our old ways.

  During one particularly long night, I fell asleep at my desk, the lights of the monitors casting a dim glow in the otherwise dark office. Fuck, it was probably five a.m. by then, I’d been going all night on Red Bull and adrenaline. My body had given up, and I looked like a junkie, messed-up, hair askew, collapsed in my ergonomic chair.

  And that was when I felt the hand on my cock.

  “What the?” I grunted, startling awake. But it was only Cade, his face half hidden in the shadows, himself a mess of long hours and punishing work schedule.

  “I need to suck some, okay?” he whispered, and without any ado, pulled my cock out and began tonguing it.

  Reader, it felt so fucking good. It’d been so long since my dick had been in someone’s mouth, that warm wetness the focus of all sensation, my balls rising quickly, tensing I needed to come so bad.

  With a wild cry, I spurted in his mouth, letting my cream flow, fucking hard against his soft palate as he squeezed my testicles, making sure I emptied every drop between his hungry, questing lips, draining me dry as I spurted every last ounce of protein down his throat.

  And when it was over, he gave me a secret smile and licked his lips. “Use me,” he whispered. “Use my body.”

  And that’s all it took to take up where we’d left off. It was a storm of fucking, exploring each other’s bodies, drinking sperm, shooting it up into each other’s anuses. We weren’t rich at the time and so it made sense to share an apartment, to split living costs as we got Sterling Pharma off the ground. And the nightly fucking – god, I don’t think Sterling would have made it without the regular stress relief my twin and I engaged in during off hours, sucking each other’s dicks and drinking cum.

  And even after the IPO, nothing changed, not really. Sure, we moved into a bigger apartment but as two bachelors, no one questioned the living arrangement. So we fucked and fucked and fucked, living our illicit life, occasionally going down to Vegas to strip, enjoying pussy every now and then as testament to our bisexuality.

  That is, until we saw the girl again.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Karina

  “Mom, no!” I gasped. “I can’t wear that.”

  “Why not?” she begged. “It’s cute and I want you looking extra-nice at dinner with my fiancé and his sons.”

  “Ma, no,” I said, shaking my head at the glittery mini-dress. “It’s not me.” My style is hardly prudish, but the mini-dress … it was silver lamé, strapless, and short. Like ridiculously short, like I’d need to keep my napkin in my lap the whole time type of short.

  “Karina, please honey, for me,” my mom begged. “You know what Jenna’s like, I’ve got to make amends to my fiancé and his family.”

  I sighed. My older sister Jenna, and the trouble she caused. We were headed to a meet and greet with Harold and his boys, but this wasn’t the Brady bunch gathering. I guess a couple months back they’d had some kerfuffle, something about my older sister Jenna dating his son Jake, but then the whole thing blew up when Jake decided to marry my other sister Tina. It was complicated and frankly, I didn’t want to know more, it was bound to be bad news.

  But I knew what my mom was saying. Jenna’s a piece of work, someone who does whatever she wants with men and the whole piece of business had been nasty. I knew my mom wanted to present her more approachable daughters at this point.

  So it was my turn. I’d flown out from NYU to attend the dinner, making sure to pack a nice dress, but I was thinking modest navy-blue sheath, not a fucking disco ball turned handkerchief!

  Just to make things easier, I acquiesced. I knew Jenna was going to be there and would probably act out unless there was another pretty girl in the room, some competition for her. Because I’m nice-looking, I know. Not the Barbie that my sister is, but definitely attractive. I’m rounder, curvy, with auburn hair, green eyes and a sweet smile. Lots of people call me “Karina the Angel” because of my innocent look.

  But fuck … after that night in Vegas, I’ve been thinking of nothing else but those twins. Going back to NYU had been a let down, to say the least. The entire plane ride back I’d been in a daze, my mind filled with visuals of cocks rubbing each other, cream spurting from an inflamed crown, catching that cum on my lips.

  I’d never witnessed gay sex but I wanted some of it … just with a more participatory role, you know what I mean? And god, those twins, I was basically obsessed. I’d already called the club for their contact information but I guess that kind of info is kept private. They’d rebuffed me, saying it was “for the protection of their dancers.” Yeah, right! Each twin had at least a hundred pounds on me and please, there were two of them and only one of me. More like it was for my protection.

  So my head in the clouds, I walked into the dining room at Slanted Plate. Yep, there was Jenna, I could catch the gleaming blonde of her hair even from a mile away, and wouldn’t you know, she looked perfectly polite and nice, chatting with a silver haired gentleman who could be none other than Harold Sterling.

  “Harold honey,” cooed my mom, “Meet my other daughter Karina.”

  “Hi,” I smiled politely, shaking his hand.

  “Don’t give me that,” he growled, standing up to give me a hug. “We’ll be family soon. Ah … my boys are here.”

  I turned to look reflexively figuring that it’d be some nerds from the Bay Area. I mean Silicon Valley isn’t exactly known for its hot guys, it’s known for dweebs who weigh about eighty pounds with bad haircuts and pocket calculators.

  But I got the shock of my life when I saw the twin strippers from the Lucky Paradise Club. What the fuck? What were they doing at the Slanted Plate?

 
As if in a trance, I watched as they walked towards us, their forms magnificent, looking oddly businesslike in suit jackets, blue eyes penetrating. But I couldn’t forget – I’d seen those dicks hard and in action and my eyes went immediately to their bulges. Oh god, I could the shape of a penis trailing down the left leg of one, the bulge running halfway down his thigh. I made myself look away from the other.

  “Hi,” I stammered, flushing hotly.

  The two men’s faces were like masks.

  “Hi,” said one smoothly. “I’m Caleb and this is Cade, nice meeting you.”

  Pleasantries commenced and we sat down to dinner but I couldn’t taste a thing. My sister Jenna, however, was in prime diva mode, sending her entrée back, embarrassing us by tasting the wine suggested by the sommelier and then spitting it out into an empty cup, saying that it must have been the wrong vintage.

  I could tell the twins were disgusted and were just as happy as I when dinner ended.

  “Nice to meet you,” I said demurely, looking up at them through my lashes.

  And Cade gave me his first real smile the whole night.

  “Yeah little sis,” he growled deep in his throat. “Nice to meet you too. Where are you headed now?”

  “Um, I’m not sure,” I replied, turning to Mary. “Mom did you want to grab a drink or anything? I don’t know SF well so I was just going to see where you and Harold were headed.”

  “Oh no honey, you young people go head,” she said, shooing us with her hands. “Harold and I are going to cozy up before the fire before heading up to bed,” she said giving him a flirtatious wink.

  “We can drop you off afterwards,” said Cade.

  “No problem,” said Caleb.

  But it wasn’t so easy.

  “Me too!” squealed Jenna. I felt my heart sink. God, no. Please no, not my older sister. But Jenna had already picked up her phone and was running through a list of bars in the area, figuring out hot spots, where the best crowd would likely be. You’d think someone who’d just gotten dumped by their fiancé would be a little more low profile but Jenna was unstoppable and I already knew there was no way we could avoid her.