“Sterling was getting boring,” said Caden simply, with a shrug. “You know how that is,” he said with a nod at his brother. “Matt, you went on leave to run for mayor and now have a new career as a politician. For me and Caleb, it was the same. We were getting fed up with twenty-hour days, seeing nothing but the inside of our cubes.”
“Dancing gave us an out,” said Caleb. “Something to do on the side that would let us channel our energies in another direction.”
“Why couldn’t you take up snowboarding or something?” whined Jenna. “Do something normal, like other techies in Silicon Valley?”
But she was roundly ignored by everyone.
“Is there proof?” asked my sister Tina, the one who was married to Jake. “Is there videotape of the dancing, do you guys get pay stubs, that kind of thing? Do people know this about you?”
This was the hard part.
“I think there is some video footage,” I said softly. “I heard some girls talking about it at school and there are rumors circulating that Caden and Caleb are strippers.”
“Oh no,” replied my sister. “Is there any way to destroy the tapes or even buy them? Are you being blackmailed?”
“We looked into that,” said her husband grimly. “The tapes are out there and we’ve made an offer, but the damage may already be done. Fact is, Caden and Caleb are on film dancing at Lucky Paradise Two.”
This made Jenna snort again. “Lucky Paradise Two? Are you shitting me?” she drilled, her voice pure nails on chalkboard. “That doesn’t even sound like a high-end place.”
I shot to the defensive, unable to control my anger. “For your information, LP II is legit, we were there for my friend’s bachelorette, it’s totally fine,” I spat. “Mind your own business.”
“Your business is my business,” said Jenna darkly. “At least in this respect.”
“Anyways,” said Cade, “We wanted to apprise you of our affairs, come out into the open and reassure you that we’re not dancing anymore. That’s in our past and we’ve decided to leave it behind.”
“But,” added Caleb, “we wanted to inform you of another development. And that’s … I’m asking Karina to marry me.”
My cheeks flushed, my mouth dropping open. What? This gorgeous man was proposing now? In front of our families?
But the reaction was immediate.
“Oh honey, that’s wonderful,” gushed my mom. “It’ll only strengthen the ties between us, with you married to Caleb and Tina married to Matt. Perfect!”
“I love it,” nodded my sister Tina. “You’re wonderful together, I can see how much you’ve supported each other through this rape scandal. I know Sandy was your friend, Karina, but it’s great how you stood up for your brothers, closing ranks to maintain solidarity. That’s the definition of a true partnership,” she said, grabbing her husband’s hand and squeezing fondly.
I was shocked. I hadn’t even said yes yet, and yet everyone was cooing, congratulating us, acting like it was a done deal.
“Wait a minute,” I said slowly. “This is all news to me … I haven’t decided yet.”
And the twins turned to look at me, their expressions forbidding, unforgiving looks on their faces.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Karina
I tried on the wedding dress, pulling the tight lace bodice over my boobs. Oh god, I sighed. As usual, my Double D jugs were too big and there was no way the boned material was going to cover anything, much less button with tiny eyehooks in the back.
“Everything okay in there?” cooed the salesgirl, knocking from outside. “How does it look?”
I let out another sigh. “Can you get me another dress please? Something with more material maybe? I just can’t fit.”
“Sure honey, let me take a look,” she said before skipping away.
Defeatedly, I tore off the dress, surrounded in a pool of lace and tulle like Venus rising from a froth of sea foam. Except that I was hardly Venus -- I bet she didn’t have trouble fitting into anything.
The door creaked open and I reached a hand out, expecting to grab onto some material, the latest dress to add to this futile attempt.
Instead, my hand brushed a hard male chest, firm and hot beneath a starched shirt.
“Heya fiancée,” growled Caleb. “That’s a hot look you got there.”
And I flushed, my hands going automatically to cover my nipples. I wore nothing in the changing room but lacy white underpants plus white heels and sheer stockings. It was a tantalizing get-up, I admit, and my brother had already noticed, judging from the quickly rising snake in his pants.
Just as quickly, the door opened again and Caden slipped into the dressing room, a sly grin on his face. I gasped slightly. I’d forgotten how big my steps were, their massive shoulders broad, almost reaching from wall to wall in the tiny space.
“We like what we see,” Caden said smoothly, boldly running a big hand over my breast, skimming the nipple with his fingers. “It’s gonna taste good,” he rumbled before bending his head to catch the rosy tip in his mouth.
“Eek!” I managed to squeak before Caleb clamped a hand over my mouth.
“Nuh uh, little sis,” he reprimanded with a devious look on his face. “We’re in a public space and there are a ton of other brides out there, trying on their dresses as we speak. Quiet,” he commanded.
And I nodded my head even as my eyes grew wide with anticipation. Because I’m getting married to Caleb, but he and Caden have agreed to share me, continuing our dirty trio. We’ve gone to pains to make it look as normal as possible, finishing school, scheduling a wedding just like anybody else. Plus, Caleb and I are staying in the Manhattan apartment while Caden’s “moved out” into another digs on the same floor.
But the truth is, he’s never there. We have our ménage going, and it’s a dirty one, with no reason to stop. There’s enough of me for both of them and I love sucking and fucking my steps, it makes me feel like a complete woman.
Plus, our issues have been resolved. Brenda was revealed as a total fake, her story discredited and everything about “Sandy” questioned. First, there had been the Phipps blog, pointing out red flags. Then, the cascade of doubt began. The Rolling Stone reporter evidently hadn’t interviewed any other witnesses. Not one. Zip. Zilch. Not me, not Vera, not Cole, no one. Plus, the police investigation was concluded, confirming that “we found no basis to believe that an incident occurred at that fraternity.”
It was only a matter of time before Rolling Stone retracted the story.
But in terms of Cade, Caleb, and I, we were free -- free to move on with our lives. No one thought about the Sterling twins anymore and besides, anything that had been said in Rolling Stone was treated as false. An investigator was hired to fact-check the article and concluded that Rolling Stone’s poor reporting “threw shame onto the entire journalistic process, calling into question the integrity of the profession.” You can believe my brothers and I smiled like cats in the cream when we saw that report.
But in the meantime, we could move on with our lives, and that meant enjoying each other in the best ways possible.
“Oh!” I breathed lightly as Caden bent lower to trail kisses down my belly, stopping at the hem of my underwear.
“Did you wear this for us?” he said slyly, running his fingers lightly against the damp lace, savoring that wet fabric, watching with growing lust as my pussy moistened before his eyes.
Wordlessly I nodded. My mind was always obsessed with my brothers and I couldn’t wait to take the next step. Because the next step was … double vaginal. Yeah, after a lot of consideration, I’ve decided I want to service my husbands at the same time … both in my pussy. It was going to be tight, possibly even painful, but I wanted to feel those cocks pulsing in my hole, feel my brothers come, their sperm mixing simultaneously in my little twat.
And so I went for it. Like a slut, I spread my legs and pulled my panties to the side, baring my wet slit. My lips were lubed already, moist and plump
and I wanted to show my brothers exactly what they did to me. With a devious smile, I pulled my labia apart with my fingers, my clit throbbing so hard that it looked a little dick, sticking straight up in the air while my pink pulsed with running juice.
“Come and get it, brothers,” I purred.
And they were on their knees before me at once, lapping at my vagina, Caden alternately sucking and licking my clit as Caleb tongued my hole, jabbing his tongue inside, testing that space.
But I needed to get stretched out for the coming work-out and I ground against their faces, urging them to do more. Reading my mind, Caleb pushed two fingers into my vag hard.
“Unnf!” I squealed, not caring if anyone heard. Hey, I’m sure I’m not the only bride who’s been fucked in the dressing room before.
But two fingers weren’t enough.
“More,” I panted, commanding my brothers.
“Okay little girl, get ready,” said Caleb. Twisting his wrist, he began forcing his entire hand up my twat. It was fucking obscene to see. My pink lips were stretched so thin that they were like rubber bands around his wrist, and goddamn but my brother had big hands too, so this was no small feat.
I moaned deliriously, tossing my hair back, arching my back with my breasts held up to the sky. Tantalizingly, I rubbed my nipples as my pussy was fisted, one man with his hand buried in my twat, the other furiously flicking my clit.
But the time had come.
“I need it brothers,” I panted. “It’s time.”
And my brothers obliged. Caleb removed his hand and got down on the floor, lying on his back. Gesturing to me, he beckoned me closer so that I straddled him reverse cowgirl. And god, it felt so good to feel that big dick slip inside. Oh yeah, I was stretched, the fisting had done its job and I slid down his veiny shaft like fireman on a firepole slicked with grease. It had never felt so good before.
I tilted backwards, so that I lay face up on Caleb’s chest and teasingly raised my legs, slim and lithe in the stockings and heels.
“Caden, come and get it,” I cooed.
My soon to be husband stepped forward eagerly. Positioning himself between my legs, he pointed his dick at my hole, which was plugged tight with his brother’s dick. But he wasn’t deterred at all.
“Brother, hold on,” he grunted. Taking his cock in hand, he pushed down on Caleb’s member, forcing the other cock lower so that the tiniest space opened at the top of my vag. With an insistent thrust, he pushed his fuckpole into that space and reader, I was doing it. I was taking two dicks at once, doing the double V, and I loved every second of it.
Chills ran up my spine, my body dissolving into a cockholster for these gorgeous men that I loved.
“Do me,” I murmured hazily, writhing on Caleb’s body. “Make me your woman.”
“Oh little girl, we will and we have,” said Cade. The two dicks in me began to pulse, pushing in and out, rubbing against each other, my brother’s ball sacks bouncing up and down, hitting each other in an eternal rhythm.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I chanted. “Use my body, make me yours.”
And I was fucked into heaven and back, the two cocks exploding in me at once, virile sperm from both men coating my chamber, spraying my ovaries with multiple streams of viscous white. Simultaneously, I peaked as well. My little puss contracted, milking the two dongs, squeezing every drop from them, demanding that they give up their man juice.
It was magnificent, everything that I’d hoped it be. As we calmed, our breathing growing even once again, I heard a light tapping on the door.
“Ms. Walsh,” said the manager’s voice sternly. “We can’t have you doing that in here. This is a reputable bridal salon and the dressing rooms are for trying on gowns only. Otherwise, I’m going to call the police and there’s going to be a big scandal.”
Scandal? My brothers and I looked at each other and laughed. We’d already been to hell and back, and scandal was the least of our worries now.
THE END
Crazy
A Sterling Brothers Romance
(Erotic Romance, Huge Size, Fisting, Secret Twin)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
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CHAPTER ONE
“Ummph!” I moaned as the man drilled me from behind. I shook with pleasure, naked on all fours, my legs spread as I took the man in my puss, pink bits dripping wet, my mouth stuffed full with another man’s cock in front.
The alphas groaned as they reamed me, their pecs tight, their faces strained, seeking ecstasy in my body. And the pace picked up.
“Umph! Umph! Umph!” I squealed as my cunny was reamed. True to form, Lexington in back of me was first, giving it up as his dick trembled and shook in my body, spurting great reams of semen.
“Shit!” screamed the director. “Stop! Stop! That was the money shot! What were you thinking, how could you come in her?”
But Lex wasn’t listening, he was too busy pulsing into my body, jets of cum coating my ovaries, filling me so full that jizz trailed out between our bodies. Meanwhile, Peter did better. Pulling out of my mouth in a rush, he stroked himself rapidly, his hand like a vise on his dick, giving that long, hard shaft the final stimulation it needed.
“FUUUCK!” he roared as his sperm spurted onto my face. Like an obedient girl, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, reaching my tongue out to catch as much goodness as possible.
“Pan up! Pan up!” screamed the director. The cameraman rushed up to kneel by my head, capturing globs of white spurting onto my nose and lips, smeared on my cheeks, even dripping from my lashes. I assumed an expression of ecstasy, gulping as much as I could, nuzzling Peter’s cock as it rubbed against my cheek.
And once both fuckpoles stopped jerking, the men pulled back, allowing me to drop my head and pant, recovering, my body and face completely covered with jism.
“Cut!” shrieked the director. “Goddamit, we’re going to have to do another take, Lex didn’t do his part right. Get yourself ready,” he commanded me. “Lex is going to come again, this time on your back and ass.”
And like a slave, I turned on my knees, opening my mouth to fluff the big man and get him hard again. How had my life come to this? Oh, how the mighty have fallen …
CHAPTER TWO
Jenna
Six months earlier …
“Seriously Tina, you must be kidding,” I said nonchalantly, flipping my blonde hair back. “I’ve never heard of this requirement.”
My sister gazed at me owl-like. Her heavy-framed glasses were ridiculous, they only served to emphasize the roundness of her cheeks, obscuring her rather pretty caramel eyes.
“No, it’s true Jenna,” she said wearily. “In addition to the bar exam, there’s an additional requirement to get your license. It’s called the moral character application, I guess the State wants to make sure you’re an upstanding citizen, that kind of thing.”
What? I’d been slaving away for almost three years at this law degree and it wasn’t enough? There was more to becoming an attorney?
“Not only that, but the application costs something like four hundred dollars,” added Tina resignedly.
“Four hundred dollars!” I screeched. “No way I can afford that! For a piece of paper that says I’m a good person? No way.”
Tina looked away and didn’t reply. I knew from her silence that we didn’t have a choice – she didn’t make the rules any more than I did and likely wasn’t looking forward to the four hundred dollar spend either.
But at least Tina could afford it, as she was engaged to Jake Sterling now. I grew livid thinking about it because Jake had been my fiancé first. The CEO of Sterling Pharmaceuticals and I had met at a party and I’d succeeded in snaring the most eligible bachelor in San Francisco with my flirtatious ways, hot body, and unstoppable charm.
But instead of marc
hing into a happily ever after, my twin had snuck in, getting pregnant with Jake’s baby and basically stealing him from right under my nose. Now they were engaged to be married and instead of me as the next first lady of San Francisco, it was going to be Tina instead, my fraternal twin, a dumpy brunette who was actually serious about her career.
Because my twin and I are law students at the same school in the Bay Area. My sister’s a good student and deserved getting in, I’m sure. But don’t tell anyone … because I didn’t earn my admission at all. Instead, I used my feminine wiles to seduce a professor who revised my transcript in the university’s database.
It’d begun somewhat normally. I was a senior in Professor Lang’s economics class, almost dizzy with boredom as he wrote equations on the blackboard. It was amazing that I was in class at all – usually I just skip lectures, showing up to exams on the appointed date.
But this professor had caught my eye. He was cute and not too old, maybe 35 or so, fresh from a post-doc and furiously trying to publish before his tenure evaluation came up. Prematurely grey, he was dressed like an academic in corduroy jeans with a v-neck cashmere sweater – trendy but not too much so, with a nice body, trim and toned, probably from biking all over campus. He was clearly smart too, holding a PhD from some Ivy League school back east.
His voice droned on and on but it was a nice hum, something that I could plausibly feign interest in, even as my mind wandered thinking about this guy or that at school. When you look like me there are men galore only too happy to do your homework for you, they’ll even do your take-home exams if you’re savvy. But I needed an overhaul of my entire transcript and Professor Lang was just the answer. I knew instructors could access the University database and I wasn’t above trying my hand.
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