As if sensing my unspoken question, Zeke continued.
“We make a lot Melly,” he said gently. “It’s all legal, everyone’s legit, there are no underage girls or any shit like that. But it involves sex, and lots of it,” he added.
“Do you mean dancing at the Donkey Club?” I asked tremulously. “I have no problem with that. That’s what I’d originally intended after all.”
“Yeah, that, but maybe a little more, too. If you’re into it, that is,” said Zander gently.
I looked between my stepbrothers, their blue gazes so penetrating yet warm at the same time. I could feel myself flushing, my core heating and moistening in the vicinity of these two alpha males. Oh god, this was so wrong. They’re my stepbrothers, for crying out loud. How could I have such an intense physical reaction to them?
I swallowed and blushed, hoping against hope they didn’t notice. The two men grinned. Oh god, they noticed. So I tried to move forward as smoothly as possible.
“What exactly were you thinking?” was my tentative query.
“Nothing specific just yet,” said Zander vaguely. “Let’s just get to the tryouts,” he added.
“Ok sure,” I said, mentally steeling myself. I was ready for this. I was prepared to answer any questions they had up their sleeve. Questions about my job experience (or lack thereof)? Check. Questions about school? Check. Questions about where I saw myself in five years professionally? Check, check.
But my brothers shared an amused glance.
“Melly,” said Zan gently. “We need you to take off your clothes because we want to sample the goods ourselves.”
WHAT? WTF? My shock must have shown on my face because my stepbrothers chuckled.
“Baby, it’s pretty standard in the adult industry to do live auditions. We have you on tape playing with a toy, but we need to get you on film with a man. And when it comes to Zan and me … well, we do our own auditions,” said Zeke, his voice casual. “Not all girls are good in real life.”
Oh my god! The dildo hadn’t been enough? What had I gotten myself into?
But Zan ran a soothing hand over my hip and said, “We’re not so bad, are we? Lots of other girls have no trouble at all,” he said silkily.
That was the thing. I was so turned on by my brothers, and all the illicit touching, licking and kissing, that I felt myself melting. I wanted to do it. I wanted to get down with them, and feel them all over my body, in my body, and maybe even in my bottom. Perhaps I was just fooling myself, but I found myself nodding, meekly adding, “Sure, so long as you guys help me with my tuition?”
My brothers shared an amused glance before Zeke smiled, leaning over to give me a deep kiss.
“Honey, you’ve got a four-year all expenses paid ride if you cooperate,” he growled deep into my throat.
Melting, I gave up to the warmness of his caresses, his big hands trailing my curves and worming underneath my heavy sweatshirt to touch my breasts. A sigh escaped my lips as he grazed the undersides before jiggling them playfully.
“Baby, you’re built just right,” he whispered in my ear. “The Double Ds paired with that wet pussy? I know you’re perfect for the camera,” he breathed.
His words made me feel so confident, so female, and so good. With a mewl, I let my brothers pull my sweatshirt off, shaking my breasts free. Then they pulled my tight jeans off my legs, stroking the long, golden pins as they were revealed. Finally, I stood before them in a tiny pink bra and panty set, the moisture seeping from between my legs and creating a dark spot visible at my crotch.
My brothers were fixated at the sight.
“Dance,” commanded Zan, and I started gyrating obediently.
Running my hands through my hair, I shot them with a smoldering gaze, running my tongue over my lips while picturing their dicks in my mouth and their cocks in my pussy. Slowly, I reached around to unfasten my bra, letting it pop free, my girls spilling out. That’s one of the things about being a curvy vixen – we’ve got mountains and valleys in all the right places. There are no anorexic model-types here.
Once my boobs were free, I shook them right and left, letting them jiggle, my tits bouncing up and down, the creamy flesh like smooth vanilla mounds. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger over the areola of one, then the other, circling those deep pink nips and watching as my brothers’ bodies hardened with lust, their cocks like rocks as I pranced seductively.
Keeping full eye contact, I lifted one of my tits to my mouth and licked the nipple, before doing the same with the other.
“Ohhh fuck,” groaned Zan. I could see the material at his groin twitching and I giggled a bit, smiling seductively at him.