He leaned close over my back, whispering in my ear.
“It won’t take long. You’ll like it, I promise.” What the fuck? What did he mean, I was going to like it? Again, I was still expecting the SWAT team to burst into the chamber, breaking up this misguided farce.
But then it happened. I felt a tiny bit of cool lube plop onto my anus with my brother’s finger pushing the sticky gel into my chamber, and then the pressure of something huge and massive pressed insistently against my rectum. Oh god, could it be? I half-turned my head, expecting this all to be a mirage, but nope, it was true. My adopted brother was in back of me, crouched between my legs, pushing his dick into my ass, slow but insistent all the same.
And oh fuck, it felt good. I’d never been touched there before and to get a massive dong back there, to see the ecstasy on my twin’s face as he fucked me, was insane. I felt my ass resisting, that pucker stubbornly hetero, refusing to give in. But Bryan was persuasive. He rubbed my anus with his fingers as his pole inched forward, building momentum with his hips, and with a slight pop, my rectum caved and he was in.
“Good boy,” he breathed so that only I could hear, massaging my left thigh in encouragement. “Now just hold still.”
And with a groan, he grabbed my hips and slid forward again, this time pushing that veiny length into my backdoor, my ass screaming in pain as it took its first dick.
“Owww!” I must have shrieked, given the chuckles that surrounded us. But Bryan groaned loudly as well, drowning out my cry of pain, and began stroking in and out smoothly, stopping to empty half a tube of lube where our bodies were joined.
And it began to feel good, the heated, burning sensation slowly replaced by the most delicious penetration, the feel of a hard dick ramming my insides, extending almost to my throat, my brother’s cock was that enormous. I began breathing in rhythm with the strokes, letting myself relax and just savor the feeling.
“Oh god,” I groaned, my head dropping in ecstasy like a delirious man. “Fuuuuck,” I moaned again.
And Bryan was going with it as well, his hips now swinging in a regular rocking motion, my ass given up all resistance. I could hear the wet slipping and sliding as he pounded me, the huffs of air as they left his lungs, the sweat dripping from his brow as he drilled his first man.
And suddenly, my twin was tensing. I could feel it in myself as well, my muscles gearing up, the friction becoming unbearable, my own cock getting ready to spurt.
“Ah ah ah, UNNNNH!” roared my brother, and just like that, I was coated with cum on the inside. His big penis ripped through me, pulsing, spurting jet after jet of creamy white into my GI tract, coating me with that hot, intense man milk.
Call me a disgusting pervert, but the feel of that baby batter flying into me caused my own semen to jet and I spontaneously let go, my orgasm flying out of my dick, showering my belly and torso with male cream, spurting everywhere as I was fucked by a man.
And it was only after Bryan withdrew from my body, his veiny length leaving me with a huge anal gape, that the applause started.
“Vlad, you bring us good men,” said one especially fat guy from the corner, his chest covered with hair. I hadn’t even noticed him before because it was so steamy in the bathhouse. “Let’s see how they do with women now, shall we?” he growled.
Thus, because of our twin performance, we were able to bust a Russian prostitution ring … and discover a new side to ourselves as well.
6
Callie
I still had no idea what I was doing, although I’d taken a chance showing Blake around the Gordons’ home.
“Here’s Chrissy’s bedroom,” I said, indicating a half open door through which a glimpse of a frilly bedspread was visible. “And here’s her parents’ room,” I nodded to a massive pair of gigantic oak doors.
I’d planned on going straight to the game room after that because it was pretty cool. The Gordons had invested in a massive flatscreen TV that almost covered an entire wall, plus they’d just bought new Oculus Rift glasses. Every guy likes 3-D holograms right?
But Blake interrupted me.
“I think I hear something inside,” he said, nodding his head to the master bedroom.
Really? I hadn’t heard anything but I’d been feeling sick lately with the fainting spell over the cat and all that. I couldn’t trust my senses, everything was out of whack after being inundated by formaldehyde.
So I hesitated. “You think we should see what it is?” I asked. It could always be some hooligans, some of the other kids messing around. In fact, I practically owed it to Chrissy’s parents to check it out if that was the case, they’d been so kind to me in light of my own dysfunctional family.