Double Trouble, page 4
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” breathed Roman.
“Awww shit,” was all Ryder managed before he dove between my legs. He licked my cunt like it was the last pussy on earth, pulling my folds apart to gaze at my deep pink insides before lightly touching his tongue to my little hole. Then he licked my nub, slowly rolling his tongue over my clit before stirring around that sensitive flesh, making me scream and cry with desire.
“Ryder!” I gasped, my breath short and choppy.
Meanwhile, Roman set himself on my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth, and then the other. He dragged his tongue between the two peaks, before pulling my boobs together so that he could suck on both nipples at once.
He pulled off, weighing and fondling my tits before placing one of my hands on my left breast.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
What? He wanted me to suck my own tit? I looked at him with wide eyes and he nodded, confirming the order.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I lifted my breast to my mouth, at first licking the nipple and then suckling it. I shivered at the tingle that went straight from tit to my cunt. Fuck, this felt good. Why hadn’t I thought of it before?
I have massive Double D’s, so it was easy to pull my nipple into my mouth, my lips closing over that deep pink tip, nipping on my own breastflesh. Oh god, it felt so delicious too, the nip puffy and hard between my lips.
Suddenly, I noticed that Roman was taking a picture of me sucking my own breast with his cell phone camera.
“What are you doing?” I screamed, bolting upright, my jug dropping out of my mouth. “How could you?”
“Kyleigh, cameras take getting used to,” soothed Roman. “The more you have your picture taken, the more it becomes quote unquote ‘normal,’” he said. At that very moment, Ryder pushed two fingers into my twat, causing me to squeal and scream with pleasure. I tried to answer Roman, tried to say something along the lines of “I’m a nurse, I don’t need to be on camera,” but all that came out was a long guttural, “Ohhhh.”
“She loves it,” groaned Ryder, licking my clit as his fingers crept deeper into my channel. “Take another pic,” he commanded his brother.
Roman whipped out his phone again, taking a pic of Ryder’s fingers deep in my twat, fucking me, his digits glistening with my female juice.
This time, I didn’t even have the energy to say anything because it felt so fucking good. I moaned and thrashed as Ryder ran his fingers in and out, easing them into my tight pink folds, licking at my flesh as he fingered my pussy while making me moan.
Meanwhile, Roman had gone crazy. He was snapping away, capturing my naked body in ecstasy, my snatch creaming, my breasts jiggling as I was penetrated down below. Unconsciously, my hands reached up to stimulate my nipples, pulling and tugging at the sweet flesh, and he got that on film as well.
With a sudden scream, I came hard on Ryder’s fingers, my vag clenching on his digits, pulsing and twitching with each delicious spasm. I’d never come so hard before, and my pussy squirted female juice, the ejaculate landing with a spray on Ryder’s face.
He smiled as he lapped at it, Roman snapping away the entire time. Yeah, that’s right. There are pictures of my brother covered in my cunt milk, smiling as he licks his lips, sampling that female nectar.
Finally as I calmed, Ryder pulled his fingers from my snatch with a sucking sound before licking them lasciviously.
“Mmm, she tastes good,” he murmured. “Go in for a suck,” he encouraged his brother.
And Roman did. He bent between my legs and tongued my slit a bit, eating my cream before letting it slide down his throat.
I was beyond shocked at what had happened. I’d been fingered and licked by my long-lost brothers, not to mention the serious breast play. Plus, they’d taken pictures of the whole encounter! Was the world going crazy or what?
But as if sensing my unease, Roman bent to kiss me, showing me the pics on his iPhone.
“Look how beautiful you are, little sister,” he murmured, scrolling through the series. It was so obscene, but at the same time, my cunt tingled again while taking in the female ejaculation, the fingers in my twat, and even the pic of me sucking on my nipple. I looked ripe and delicious, and a familiar tingle started in my pussy at these depraved images.
“You’re nothing like the girl you once were,” Ryder agreed, appreciating the pics. Stroking one breast fondly, he said, “You’re everything we want, provided that you can get used to the cameras.”
A feeling of foreboding descended. Again, what did “getting used to the cameras” mean?
11
Kyleigh
I’m a little freaked out. For a week after the incident, I didn’t hear from my brothers. But I just got an email from them:
* * *
“Dear Kyleigh,
Please come and visit us in New Jersey. We’ve purchased a house that could use your feminine touch,” it read. “We need your sweetness here. While we were on location, we looked at the photos of you every night, entranced by your suppleness, your willingness, and your amazing body.
Come now, and we’ll help you adapt to the celebrity life.
Yours,
Roman and Ryder.”
* * *
It seemed my brothers had kept the photos private, as they’d promised, but they’d also looked at them each night? I don’t know, maybe they passed the phone between them as they stroked those long, hard shafts? The possibilities were titillating, and I wasn’t sure how to react mentally.
But my body knew what it wanted. As a result, I’m packing my bags, off for a short vacation to Jersey. It’s just going to be for a few days, but I want to “adapt to celebrity life,” as they put it … with Roman and Ryder by my side.
12
Ryder
Ah, Kyleigh. Our beloved little sister. She’d been such a geek growing up, but what a difference five years can make. She’d gone from toothpick to alluring, sensitive female, all curvy woman flesh and a pussy that dripped wildly.
I can say this because I’ve smelled and tasted those sweet folds, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. Now before you judge, let me add that we’re not related, not really. Her mom and our dad got married a while ago, making us stepsiblings of a sort.
But our feelings towards her aren’t sibling-like at all. Roman is the more “decent” of the two of us. After we had that debauched session in her hospital room, he’d argued that we should leave her alone.
“She’s a virgin, Ryder,” he’d said. “She doesn’t need us messing up her life.”
“But look at her,” I said, scrolling through the pics on his phone. “Can you really say you can let this go?”
And as I showed him a particularly beautiful pic, the girl’s nipples glistening and wet from his saliva, I could feel him giving in.
“Seriously, we’ll be fucking up her life,” he rumbled as a last resort.
“Brother, it’s not like that. It’s opening her horizons to new possibilities,” I countered.
Because we’d been debating for a couple days whether to bring Kyleigh into our lives, and onto our show. Our fan base has been writing in for a while, begging for more info about us. They’re hungry to learn more about our backgrounds, our family, and our experiences growing up. Of course, we refused to include George and Teresa. Our dad and her mom left their marriages to be with each other, two-timing their respective spouses, and my brother and I weren’t about to forgive that shit just yet.
So that left Kyleigh, who certainly passes the looks-test. I admit, I’d been a little worried about that. She’d been gawky as a high-school teenager, thin and awkward, yet curiously attractive. But those fears were put to rest the moment we laid eyes on her at the reunion. Curvaceous, her assets fully displayed in a tight pink dress, she’d be perfect on camera, with a photogenic smile to boot.
“So how are we going to do this Ryder?” asked my brother. “How are we going to acclimatize our little sister to the camera?”
“You know,” I replied. “I think the best way is to invite her to Litchfield for a test run. We’ll expose her to all sorts of situations, and see how she feels. By the end, she should be ready to go live,” I said with an knowing grin.
Roman was silent for a moment. But I knew he wanted those high ratings as well.
“Okay, let’s see what Kyleigh says,” he replied. “If she’s uncomfortable at all, then we’re going to let her off the hook, no harm no foul.”
I agreed, but I know Kyleigh’s not going to be uncomfortable. The beautiful girl was going to love being with us, and it was my job to make sure it happened.
13
Roman
I felt like a douche for giving into Ryder. He’s such an asshole sometimes, and such a manipulator. Frankly, it didn’t bode well for the future.
You see, our producers made clear that House Emergency, our TV show, needs a female influence, a feminine touch counterbalancing our masculine energy. And we’ve tried out hundreds of starlets, run a million test-shoots, trying to find someone with the right chemistry.
But it was just too random, you know? The girls always felt like an extra appendage. They were something that takes up space, useless otherwise. So the producers brought up the idea of incorporating a family member.
Believe it or not, going with a real family member wasn’t our first choice. TV is so fake that we actually had a couple starlets do some acting to shoot some tests as our so-called “sister.” But that’s the downside of reality TV. It’s hard to pretend to be someone’s sister 24/7 because there isn’t that familiarity. It’s damn near impossible.
And so Kyleigh was the only viable candidate left. We weren’t going to invite George and Teresa, and the list of long-lost cousins was again too random. So we’d gone to the reunion telling ourselves that so long as we were in the area, why not? But we were also half-hoping that Kyleigh would be beautiful and willing.
And she absolutely was. She’s made for TV. Every expression is reflected on her face, from a gorgeous, dazzling smile when she’s happy to tears in her eyes when she’s sad. And when she bared her body in the hospital, we knew that she was perfect for the position. After all, letting go of your inhibitions, and just rolling with the cameras is the key to being successful in reality TV.
But we can’t just throw her into the shark tank. We’ve got to introduce her to the celebrity lifestyle, so to say, and that means getting her used to the cameras, step by step. We already have Ryder finger-fucking her in some heated photos, and a few more stints on film should loosen her up.
Despite my misgivings, I can’t wait until our beautiful stepsister gets here.
14
Kyleigh
As the limo pulled up to the house, my heart started to beat faster. I’d decided to come to Litchfield, a manor in the New Jersey suburbs where my brothers live. I wasn’t exactly sure what the set-up was. Were Roman and Ryder renting this place? Was it some kind of elaborate back-drop for one of their shoots?
Now before you think “Jersey Shore” or the “Real Housewives of New Jersey,” let me describe a different side of the Garden State, one that’s all exclusive mansions and high society folk. A lot of New Yorkers get tired of the concrete jungle, so they migrate to New Jersey sometimes, which is genuinely beautiful with sprawling properties and luscious greenery. The house that we were pulling up to was a palace, complete with turrets and balconies, huge windows and elaborate gardens. I guess as the hosts of House Emergency, my brothers needed to have a home that befit their celebrity status.
The front door opened as we pulled up, and Ryder and Roman bounded out, their bodies enormous, imposing even in casual jeans and t-shirts. God, I’d forgotten how good they looked, smoldering under the bright light of day.
“Hey Ky,” said Ryder, as he opened my door.
I stepped out, thanking god I’d worn a pretty, flirtatious sundress. Judging from the looks my steps were giving me, they appreciated it too … a lot.
“Hi Roman, hi Ryder,” I replied shyly. “Thanks for inviting me to your place. I’m really excited for some much-needed R&R,” I smiled.
“Absolutely,” growled Roman. “We and the staff are at your beck and call.”
Wow, this place had a staff? It was even fancier than I thought. But as they ushered me into the mansion, I came to a sudden stop at the camera mounted right inside the front door.
“What’s this for?” I said, frowning. There was a little red light flashing at the top.
“It’s a reminder,” said Ryder. “For ourselves and for our guests that we live a life that’s taped. That way, we don’t have to put up a warning sign,” he chuckled.
“Wait a minute, are we being taped right now?” I asked suspiciously. “If not by this camera, then by others?” I began craning my neck, looking around to see if I could see any obvious machines.
“Kyleigh, yes, we’re being taped,” said Roman patiently. “It’s easier on us, and easier on the network to be taped 24/7. Otherwise we’d have to spend a ton of time filming location shots, people coming in and out, etc. This way, we already have a lot of settings and don’t have to double-back,” he continued. “But obviously we’ve restricted the cameras to the public areas of the house. We wouldn’t have cameras in our guest rooms or bathrooms,” he reassured me. “Here, we’ll show you.”
He led the way through some magnificent public rooms that were beautifully decorated with custom built-ins, all that kind of stuff. I didn’t see any hidden cameras, although I suppose a camera can be smaller than a pinprick these days.
We went upstairs, and my brothers ushered me into a luxurious beige room, with a huge double bed and an adjoining en suite.
“You’re not being filmed in here, I promise,” Roman smiled. “This is your suite. Do you like it?”
I wandered around, trailing my fingers over the mahogany furniture, letting myself breathe in the air of elegance. The room was literally bigger than my apartment in Manhattan, and the bathroom could have fit two king size beds alone. There was an adjoining door in the wall, and I knocked on it, asking curiously, “Where does this go?”
“Ah,” smiled Roman. “You’ll see why we put you here. You, dear sister, are right next door to us.” He opened the door with a flourish. There was a darkened passageway leading to very masculine quarters. An enormous bed dominated the space, circular with a brocade coverlet, two huge wardrobes and two bathrooms. Kinkily, a giant mirror was mounted on the ceiling and another on the wall, perfect for hedonistic play.
With hesitation, I asked, “Roman and Ryder, are there cameras in your bedroom?”
Silence greeted me.
“Yes, baby there are,” Ryder said slowly. “We’ve mounted cameras behind the mirrors for our private viewing pleasure. If you like, we can show you some of the tapes. If you want to see them, that is.”
I was stunned for a moment. See tapes of what? My brothers frolicking with other women? Them making love to countless female bodies, their massive members trashing twat after twat? But at the same time, I was oddly turned on. The thought of my brothers going at it on the big bed titillated me, making me curious and just a bit horny. I could feel my pussy moistening, my nipples tightening as a cloud of emotions swept over me.
My brothers must have sensed my vulnerability because they stepped closer, stroking my hip, caressing my hair.
“Baby, you’re still a virgin,” murmured Ryder. “Your first time doesn’t have to be on tape, but it could be if you wanted,” he said. “If you hate it, we can turn the cameras off,” he added.
“But why?” I asked. “Why do you tape everything? What’s the benefit?”
“It’s part of our lifestyle,” shrugged Roman, dropping a kiss on my bare shoulder. “We do it for a living, so it’s easier to have the cameras on all the time, rather than on only some of the time. Otherwise you end up being caught off-guard.”
“But don’t you hate not being able to let your guard down?” I gasped, distracted, moaning slightly as I twisted under their caresses. My breath hitched as Roman’s hand skimmed over my nipple. “Isn’t it hard never to be able to relax? To always have to ‘perform,’ so to speak?”
They smiled at that one.
“We love performing, sister,” growled Ryder.
“Let us perform for you,” rumbled Roman.
And they began in earnest, their hands running over my body insistently, homing in on my sensitive flesh, skimming and tweaking my nipples, squeezing and grabbing at my buttocks. I moaned in their arms, responding instinctively to their expert touches and the kisses they showered on me. But at the same time I was still hesitant, especially to the idea of sex on camera.
“Brothers,” I whispered, gasping as one of them reached to stroke my pussy through the flimsy fabric of my dress. “Go slow okay? I’m scared.” My voice trailed off, and my reservations were obvious.
“Of course, baby girl,” murmured Ryder. “We won’t do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”
“Honey, you’re going to love it so much, you won’t even remember you’re being filmed,” growled Roman emphatically.
And that was it. We fell in a tangle onto the big bed, my brothers almost ripping my sundress off, leaving me in the barest whispers of pink lingerie. The bra cups molded my breasts, nipples dusky and inviting beneath the sheer lace. My pussy, shamefully, was already so wet that a darkened patch showed through the fabric, my little cunt begging to be touched.
Roman and Ryder descended like lions on prey. Roman fell to my boobs, suckling my nipples through the fabric, scraping the scratchy lace against my sensitive nubs. My head fell back as I moaned, my breasts sensitized, my nipples tingling so hard that jolts shot straight to my snatch. Remembering what Roman liked, I lifted one of the creamy mounds to my mouth and suckled myself, looking at him devilishly as I did, the eye contact smoldering.
