Who's Your Daddy: Complete Season 1

His thumbs plunged even deeper as he pulled my ass wider to give himself more access. “I don’t know what made us such kinky bastards. We were handsome little fucks, and celebrities, so pussy always came easy. We had bitches flashing their tits at us and offering us free pussy from the time we were teenagers. Grown women, and the ignorant little fucks we were, we took it.”

I turned around, serious. “That’s child abuse.”

He shrugged, grabbed my body, and pulled me back to him, down on to his lap now. “Didn’t feel like it at the time. You feel like you’re thirty, that’s how everyone treats you. A hot chick offers to suck you off, what’s it to you that she’s in her late twenties and you’re fifteen?”

“Jesus! Janus, that’s not right.”

He nodded. “I think I get that now. Seeing other kids come up in the biz and how young they are. But when I was in it, I felt like such hot shit. I thought I had everything handled, you know. That I was in control of everything. I was doing coke so I barely slept, was reading scripts nonstop, developing like four projects at once—” He broke off and stared into the middle distance.

“And then you were arrested for drunk driving.”

He looked at me and started laughing, caressing up my inner thigh and manhandling me like he had all rights to my body. His other hand was still possessively wedged between my ass crack, fingers tapping against my pussy through my leggings.

“Don’t you mean when I was arrested for driving my Aston Martin into that nice old lady’s living room? It was a miracle everybody walked away from that alive.”

“So…” I dare to ask the question everyone my age has always wanted to know, straining not to squeal or stammer at his fingers against my flesh. “Was that why you walked away from acting?”

Again, he shrugged. Never one for an easy answer. “Maybe. I just realized that I couldn’t handle that kind of pressure. And that maybe I wasn’t meant to be the one out under all the spotlights. Leander had always been the really talented one. While I’d been out partying, he’d been in acting school, really working on honing his gift, ya know. It just made sense for me to take over in a managerial role.”

I stared at him. “But why stay at all? Why not go back to college? Do something else completely?”

“What, you gonna give me the same bullshit the gossip rags do about how weird it is that I’m so close with my brother?” He leaned in. “Especially now that you know just how close we can get?”

His voice was a rasp when he said, “We like to be inside the same woman, at the same time. It makes me hard when I get ordered to fuck a woman and other people are watching.” He trailed his hand up my neck and then gripped his hand in my hair like Leander always did. It felt strange coming from Janus but just as thrilling.

“I like to feel the insane tightness of a woman coming while my brother fucks her cunt and her ass squeezes my cock. That’s going to be you soon, princess. Is this ass going to be ready for me? Maybe we should start preparing it? Hmm, what do you think?” His voice dropped deeper and deeper with each word until I felt them reverberating in my pussy.

And then, right then and there, he spit on two fingers, yanked my leggings and undies down, and plunged his fingers towards my little puckered anus when—

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?” Leander’s voice rang out. “Without my permission?”

19

CHASING OUT THE DEVIL

Leander looked livid as he stormed into the green room, Milo right on his heels.

Milo shut the door immediately behind him and I sprang off of Janus… or tried to. But his hand was tangled in the back of my leggings, fingers circling my anus, and apparently, he wasn’t about to pull back.

“You got something to say to me brother?” Leander spit out. “Because I was just humiliated on international TV. And instead of coming back and finding my manager and publicist brainstorming ways to fix this clusterfuck, I find you trying to get your dick in her ass since it’s the only cherry left.”

With difficulty, I struggled to climb off of Janus, because Leander wasn’t the only one pissed.

“You kissed her!” I cried indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest and feeling stupid even as I finished, “So I kissed him.”

It was childish logic and there had been more to it, I’d swear, but my brain and tongue were tangled by the last twenty-four hours, and I couldn’t say anything right.

Behind Leander, Milo smacked himself in the face with a hand as Leander’s eyes shot to Janus. If he’d looked pissed before, it was nothing to the devilish haze that fell over his eyes now. Crap, I’d said the wrong thing.