by Katie Ford
I wanted to keep them in me as long as possible, and mewled with disappointment as they pulled out. Sperm dripped from my cunny and mouth, so copious that I couldn’t keep it all in. Furiously, I licked my lips and swallowed, trying not to waste.
“Baby, that was amazing,” said Troy, leaning down to give me a kiss, his semi-erect penis dangling in the water. I was hungry again just looking at it again, and he could tell.
“Don’t worry, honey, this is just the beginning of tonight,” growled Tyler. “We’re not done … until this tub is filled with cum.”
And with that, he gave me a sweet kiss on my bottom, lapping wetly at the leaking sperm, before reaching his hand around and starting all over again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Tyler
Our little girl is sated and asleep, tucked into the big bed. There’s something so innocent about her, which is amazing given all the depraved things we just did. She’d taken us in her mouth, anus, and pussy … simultaneously, I should mention. God, I love when a girl is airtight.
But I looked at my brother as I closed the door to the master bedroom.
“Someone lifted your fingerprints,” I said simply. “There’s someone out there, evil and technically-savvy, who’s trying to destroy us.”
“I know,” he said. “And I think I know who it is.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Troy
She was so beautiful, lying on the bed between us, peacefully asleep, her hand cradling her womb as if protecting the baby within. My male instinct immediately surged, as if ready to defend our little family. She breathed softly, a small smile across her lips as she slumbered.
“Troy …” she murmured in her sleep. “Tyler …”
Ah, our little sister was having an erotic dream, twisting sensuously in the big bed. And evidently my brother and I had starring roles, which was totally appropriate … especially given what I wanted to do to her right now.
My eyes met my brother’s over the smooth line of Krissy’s shoulder and we nodded in agreement. The little girl was going to get the best wake-up call she’d ever had.
Her negligee had slipped a bit, and a luscious boob fell out, the coffee nipple peaked and sensitive, begging for my tongue. With a low growl, I bent my head and sampled that sensitive nub, rolling it around, laving it, circling the areola before pulling as much breastflesh into my mouth as possible.
She shifted again, and I pulled back to let her get comfortable. She drew one leg up, and fuck, it was as if she was beckoning to us unconsciously. Her negligee slipped up, baring her bottom and showing off that tiny pink slit, the lips engorged and damp already.
Tyler ran a finger along her seam, tracing that delicious flesh. Her clit was so big that it peeped out from between her labia, and he stroked it, coaxing it out of its hood, watching as her pussy moistened, a small trail of white beading at the opening of her lip before running down to wetly coat his finger. Unable to resist, Troy wormed his finger into her little hole, feeling that tight flesh cushion his digit, stroking in and out of her channel, coating himself in her dampness.
Meanwhile, I buried myself in the creaminess of her breasts. Krissy has the most amazing tits. Large and bouncy, without the least bit of sag. Ah, the beauties of being eighteen. Her tits have grown because of the pregnancy, making her at least Double D’s. I tenderly eased the shoulder strap of her negligee off, baring those jugs and toyed with her nipples, watching as they stiffened and puckered, still gleaming slightly with my saliva. Unable to resist, I pulled my cock out of my sleep shorts and knelt over her torso, tracing her nipples with my glans, leaving a dribble of pre-cum along the crest of her breast.
Slowly, I lowered myself so that I could run my cock up and down the fertile valley between her jugs, pushing her tits up so that the soft flesh cushioned my dick, providing the sweetest, silkiest friction. Like bountiful hills, her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, the bellies stroking my shaft as I pumped, teasing myself, not ready to go full bore yet.
At the same time, my brother pulled his finger from her cunny with a sweet sucking sound and positioned his cock at her little hole. It was going to be a tight fit. He probed a bit, lubing up in her pussy juices, before pushing into her twat, easing into the slick, hot channel.
I knew the moment Krissy woke because her eyes drifted open sleepily to see me riding her breasts, my brother’s dick halfway into her cunny. She smiled sweetly, as if this were the best wet dream come true, and shifted her body slightly to accommodate us more fully, whispering, “Brothers?”
“Yes, baby,” I answered, pausing a moment to kiss her deeply. “Yes, baby we’re fucking you.”
“Unnnh,” she groaned as Tyler’s penis moved in and out of her twat, her thighs spreading, that creamy white flesh rolling and fertile, the perfect sanctuary for my brother’s body. Meanwhile, I picked up the rhythm again, getting a nice tittie fuck, the tip of my dick reaching all the way up to her chin as I pushed and shifted between her breasts. With that same sleepy smile, Krissy began kissing my glans with each upswing, licking with every stroke, tasting my pre-cum.
Tantalizingly, I stopped moving for a moment to rub my dick across her cheek. She mewled softly, her mouth open and questing like a kitten looking for milk.
“Brother?” she pleaded, her lips parting wetly.
And I answered. I fed her my dick, gently easing the purple crown into her mouth, watching with unabated lust as her glossy pink lips formed a perfect “O” around my cock. Slowly I pushed, deeper and deeper, until I was fully buried in her oral cavity, her nose pressed up against my pubes.
Fuck, she felt good. Her relaxed throat seemed softer than usual, my cum already dripping into her esophagus. With a deep groan, I pulled myself out, watching with fascination as my pole emerged, glistening and shiny with her saliva, before pushing back in again, burying myself.
Meanwhile, Tyler was thoroughly enjoying himself in her vagina. He had an ankle in each hand and was holding her legs spread in a wide V, almost obscene to see. He was fucking her cunt, but hadn’t yet gotten desperate. Instead, he was giving her sweet sleep sex, watching as her pink folds engulfed him, coating his shaft in her personal brand of female juice.
Seemingly in tandem, we began increasing the urgency of our fucks, thrusting harder and harder into her willing, supple body. With the pounding from both above and below, Krissy’s orgasm was inevitable. I felt her tongue tremble against my dick, her mouth falling slack as Tyler pulled her ankles together so that her legs were sticking straight up in the air for a particularly tight, hot fit.
“Unnnnfff!” she cried in ecstasy, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth as her pussy trembled and twitched, clamping down my brother’s pole. I suppose she would have said something like “Troy” or “Tyler,” except that my cock was stuffed in her mouth, preventing any coherent speech.
At the same time, I felt my balls begin to tighten and raise, and with a final thrust, I came deep into the little girl’s throat, my semen shooting down, coating her esophagus with white. The pulses were hard, hot and unbelievably satisfying as I roared, my masculine energy pouring into her cavity.
Tyler, too, gave it up. He fucked her one or two good thrusts again and spewed madly, his sperm rocketing up her vaginal passage, coating her tight channel with silky, viscous man milk. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing as he ejaculated, the pounding reverberating throughout our little girl’s body.
As we finished, Krissy gave a sweet sigh and closed her eyes, my dick semi-erect in her mouth. Was it possible? Was I really seeing this?
I turned but Tyler shrugged, as if saying, “How should I know?” His mast was still embedded her cunt, pushing out its last drops of semen, some of it spilling wetly between their joined bodies.
But it looked like the impossible had come to pass. Krissy had fallen asleep promptly again, a sweet, relaxed smile on her face as I pulled my dripping dick from her mouth, semen glistening faintly on her chin. Maybe it was th
e pregnancy? Maybe the baby was making her tired all the time? I didn’t know, but our little girl seemed able to survive on a diet of sleep and fucking, with her brothers at her service.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Tyler
As I closed the bedroom door behind us, I held my finger to my lips in a “shh” motion and jerked my head towards the kitchen. Troy nodded his understanding. After spewing his sperm, he was all ears for business.
Troy is my twin, and I understand him. But fuck, that guy can’t concentrate unless he gets sweet pussy to release the tension, getting some good hot spurts in. So our little girl has been getting double-teamed twice a day because goddammit, I need the relief as well.
We’re up shit creek right now, and the stress is killing us. Yep, no other way to say it. What started as a petty break-in has snowballed into something with much deeper implications. Only recently had we discovered the import of the situation.
“Troy, Tyler,” said Rachel. “We need to talk.”
“What is it?” I said casually. Rachel used to work for us as a call girl, but has since transitioned to the management side, helping coordinate the logistics of the escort business.
“I’ve turned,” she said flatly. “I’m a witness for the feds.”
“What?” gasped Troy. Rachel was our most trusted operative, an employee who knew the inner workings of Club Luxe. We’d pulled her off the streets when she was a drug-addled common prostitute, helping her kick her addiction and get her life back together. That she would betray us was a stab in the back, making my stomach heave with physical pain.
But Rachel continued. “I’ve turned in exchange for immunity, and I think you should too.”
This made no sense. The feds were here to put us out of business right? I mean, what else could it be? High-rolling illegal prostitution ring equals obvious target for the feds. This could make or break some asshole prosecutor’s career.
As if reading my mind, Rachel replied. “No, it’s not what you think. Evidently there’s bigger fish to fry. The governor,” she said in a hushed voice, “is the real target.”
Oh shit. Part of the reason Club Luxe does well is because we cater to clients with resources, people for whom money is no object. They pay five to thirty thousand per encounter, and our girls are a hundred percent worth it. But it also means that there are some bold-face names in our computer, in the panic room which was supposedly unbreachable.
“You mean the feds are targeting Governor Haley, right?” I said. We had a couple of politicians on our list, as well as the usual billionaires, minor English nobility, etc. These guys thought nothing of flying a girl out for a weekend, fucking them senseless, and paying double in cash. It was incredible.
But Rachel nodded. “Yeah, it’s Governor Haley. I’m not exactly sure why they’re honing in on him, but it’s some kind of weird political payback. Evidently when he was attorney general, he was the “Sheriff of Wall Street,” making enemies right and left. Now these guys are engineering his fall, and your service is the perfect fodder.”
Oh shit. Yeah, Spence Haley had been using Club Luxe girls for a couple of years. He was voracious, and often a little odd. The girls giggled about his penchant for having sex wearing nothing but black, calf-length socks. Not exactly a turn-on, but hey, rich guys do what they want. Plus, it made for a hilarious code name: “Socks,” as he was listed in our books.
But the governor had probably spent at least eighty thousand on Club Luxe females in the past few years, fucking all sorts of young, delectable girls. Shit, he was definitely all over our records, and it wouldn’t take much for the feds to figure out the “Socks” nickname.
“How did they find out about us?” I asked curiously. Rachel knew a lot for someone who was a federal witness, and I wanted to pump as much out of her as possible.
“Evidently Haley led them to us,” she said slowly. “He tried to wire some money to the club, and the bank reported the suspicious activity to the government. When the feds began investigating, they realized he was paying for prostitutes, and that led them to come sniffing.”
Well, what the fuck. Wasn’t that ironic? Club Luxe had managed to stay under the radar by hiring only the best girls and promising discretion. But sometimes, it’s the clients who are too big to swallow, the ones who are famous and powerful who draw the evil eye.
“Fuck,” swore Troy. “Fucking Spencer Haley. Fuck fuck fuck,” he ground out, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “What do we do now, brother?” he said, turning to me.
I had no idea, but Rachel broke in.
“Turn government witness,” she said. “Do it to save yourselves. You can’t save this business, it’s too late already, but ask for immunity in return for your testimony against the governor. It’s worth it … the U.S. Attorney is a fucking political machine, he wants to crush Haley a lot more than he wants to crush you.”
Again, I was floored by how savvy Rachel was. I mean, you don’t exactly expect former prostitutes to be able to anticipate every twist in a political drama. But hey, she was a street girl once, and those chicks have to have brains to survive.
“Yeah, we’ll think about it,” I ground out. But oddly, my fate didn’t bother me. I didn’t care what happened to me or my brother, or even the business so much. I just wanted to make sure that Krissy and the baby would be okay … and if Troy and I were in jail, that would be impossible.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Krissy
The headline screamed “GOVERNOR HALEY LINKED TO PROSTITUTION RING.” Another read, “SPENCE HALEY SEX SCANDAL NEWS SPECIAL.” It was like a nightmare come true, the headlines hurting my eyes, almost making me queasy.
Because the papers always included a picture of my brothers as well, right below that of Governor Haley. My heart sank. Their black hair was unmistakable, the perfect cut of their suits, the intense blue of their eyes evident penetrating and dominant.
I was separated from my husbands. I call them that now, even though we’re not legally married, because they made a pledge to me before they turned federal witness.
“Baby, we want you to stay with us,” said Troy. “This is going to be a hard time. There’s going to be a lot of unwanted attention and I know we promised to make you legit, but now …” his voice trailed off.
“Now you see how impossible it would be,” finished Tyler. “It would just be adding fuel to the fire, giving the press even more to gossip about.”
“But what does that mean?” I said softly. “I thought we were going to move forward, maybe tell Mom and Dad about us. You know my Mom’s puzzled that I won’t say who the baby’s father is,” I said.
At the three month mark, I’d made the announcement to my mom that I was expecting. She’d been horrified at first, questions babbling to the surface.
“You’re … what?” she sputtered over the phone. She and Robert were somewhere in the Middle East for an oil conference, socializing with sheikhs.
“Pregnant, Ma, I’m pregnant,” I said patiently. “I’m not that far along yet, but I wanted to let you know.”
“But you’re still in high school!” she shrilled. “And what about college?”
“I’m going to put that on hold for now, at least until the baby’s born,” I said. “There’s always time to go back to school, and besides, I can write for the local paper without having a degree. You don’t need to have a BA to get hired by the Fort Greene Herald.”
“Krissy, I feel like this is my fault,” my mom wept. “You’ve always been so dedicated to school, so ambitious, and now here you are, pregnant, without a degree and a baby on the way? This is all my fault, isn’t it?”
“No Ma, you did nothing wrong,” I soothed. “And this baby is being born into a loving relationship. You don’t have to worry, both me and the child will be taken care of.”
“Well, thank god Troy and Tyler are there to help. Do they know who the father of your baby is?” she asked.
To deflect attention from the twins, I decided t
o avoid the question.
“Ma, it’s someone you don’t know. But don’t worry, he loves the baby and is excited at the prospect of becoming a dad.”
Weeping, my mother hung up. Not exactly a hopeful conversation, but frankly, it hadn’t been as disastrous as I’d expected. At least she wasn’t getting on a plane to force me to think about “alternative family planning.” God, even that euphemistic phrase made me shudder. I ran a hand over my belly protectively, as if mentally conveying to the child that he or she was absolutely wanted, and nothing would harm her.
But I wasn’t sure where I stood with the twins.
“So what does this mean?” I asked softly.
“Honey,” started Troy. “There’s going to be a lot of media, a lot of paparazzi around eager to dig their claws into us. Imagine, the big badass owners of a prostitution ring, key witnesses at the scandalous trial of a sitting New York governor. It’s going to be bad,” he concluded.
“And that’s why we want you to move away … just temporarily,” said Tyler. “There are going to be a lot of people sniffing around, and if you’re here every day, living with us at the apartment, it’s bound to raise questions, especially as you begin to show. We know this isn’t want you want, but would you consider it, sister?”