“How long has it been going on?” I asked, my voice wavering.

  “Since we were boys,” said Cade smoothly. “It’s worked out well. We’re best friends and we like sharing girls too … like you.”

  My breath hitched and my chest grew tight. Yeah, these were my steps and they were full on acknowledging the dirtiness of their ways. I felt scandalized, and yet privileged at being let into their world. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do next, but it seemed out of my control.

  “But what about Vegas?” I asked, my voice soft. “What’s the story behind that?”

  The twins shared a glance.

  “Did you like what you saw that night?” asked Cade.

  “Did it turn you on?” chimed his brother.

  My cheeks flushed.

  “You know it did!” I breathed, my breasts rising and falling, the images of those two hard, male forms, twisting around and against each other making my body shiver. “You know I liked it.”

  They smiled at me then.

  “Then maybe we’ll do a repeat,” said Caleb. “A private performance, if you will. Join us on stage?” he asked, extending a hand to me.

  Cade put on some music, some deep bossa nova, and I started to sway. As if in a trance, I took Caleb’s hand and stepped onto the dais, the two poles gleaming, burnished in the dim light, almost intimidating yet curiously elegant.

  “What do I do?” I asked weakly.

  “First, just watch,” said my brother, smiling wickedly at me. Both men got onto the dais, moving to the music, their forms sexy and sinuous, dancing with a supine, suggestive tilt. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, especially as Cade whipped off his belt, running it between his legs suggestively, stroking his groin with that pure, supple leather.

  “Like it little girl?” he breathed, looking me in the eye and smiling at my obvious lust. I’d begun rubbing my breasts through my top, my bra suddenly too tight, my nipples poking straight through the thin cotton. I was beyond caring though, I just wanted to see more.

  Wordlessly I nodded. Both men smiled and continued to dance, Caleb taking off his shirt, Caden stripping off his pants. Pretty soon I had two hot, naked men before me, their dongs barely restrained in tight black briefs, clearly visible through the silk fabric.

  My mouth dry, I reached out to touch, my fingers grasping, desperate and needy. I wanted to stroke one of those massive dicks, feel the hardness as it wound around Cade’s hip, like a fire hose ready to rumble. But both men moved back, dancing away from me with practiced ease, laughing at my obvious desperation.

  Caleb granted me one small wish and pulled his briefs aside for a moment, showing me that donkey dong, catching a glimpse of hard, hot balls, tight and deep rose, connected to a thick snake but then just as quickly dropped the fabric, turning his back to me.

  He bent over just as his brother knelt behind him, running his hands up and down Caleb’s strong, muscular thighs.

  “Oh brother,” breathed Cade. “You’ve been working out.”

  Caleb snapped a wink over his shoulder. “The better to impress our sister with,” he said silkily.

  Cade slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the fabric of the briefs tight until it was merely a string between Caleb’s buttocks, gleaming and oiled, hard and tight in the dim light.

  “Oh,” moaned Caleb, his eyes fluttering closed.

  “Feel good, my brother?” Cade hummed. “How about this?” And with a sly grin, he ran his hand up the inside of the other man’s thigh to cup the package in front, simultaneously pulling the material tight between his ass cheeks, rubbing up and down Caleb’s anal line.

  “More,” Caleb moaned, bent over, his ball sacks now clearly visible as Cade teased his ass and cock. “More,” he demanded.

  “Oh yeah, more is coming,” said Cade. “But first, I want her to lick.” And with a smile, he nodded at me to join them.

  I was confused, touching my breasts, my kitty streaming wetly. My clothes felt tight and uncomfortable but I knew I needed to be a part of this, to get to know the twins better, enmesh myself in their world. With wobbly knees I got up on the dais, kneeling behind Caleb, my face to his ass.

  “Mmm, she smells steamy,” grunted Caleb. “I can smell her puss even from here.”

  “We’re going to touch it, fuck it,” responded Cade. “But I want her to lick first.” And with that he lifted the string from his brother’s ass aside, directing my head to that ass crack.

  It was dark and musky, oiled and hard. I was shy at first, slowly trailing my tongue against Caleb’s muscled cheek, delighting in the hard, male feel. He groaned and widened his stance, giving me better access to his butt. “Rim it, little girl,” he commanded.

  And with a sense of exploration, I pulled his cheeks apart, grasping that sculpted flesh and looked into his dark star. It was deeper in color than my own, almost a mocha brown color, the puckered, pleated folds beckoning to me. With curiosity, I leaned forward and tentatively touched my tongue to those ridges, tasting musky ass smell, reveling in pure man.

  “Oh god,” Caleb grunted. “It feels amazing.”

  “Keep going,” his brother commanded me. “This is just the beginning.”

  And I started on that rim like there was no tomorrow. I traced it lightly with my tongue, letting myself savor the flavor of male anus, and then pushed my face tightly between his butt cheeks, almost suffocating myself in that delicious flesh. Tightening my tongue into a point, I speared that little hole, trying to get inside, and then pressed my face in tight again, tasting the walls of his rectum, his sphincter tightening on my chin, trying to push me out.

  But I couldn’t be deterred. With an insistent grab, I forced his butt cheeks apart, spreading them so that my view was unobstructed. I almost died because it was so good. His balls dangled low, and in front of that I could see a massive, hot heavy cock hanging, the tip slickly wet, a dribble of sperm dropping to the ground. In front of me was the hottest hole I’d ever seen, dry and aromatic, ready to be devoured.

  And eat it I did. With renewed aggression, I face-planted into that ass, fucking that anus with my tongue like it was the only fuck I’d ever have. Caleb fought me a bit, but with his brother holding him still and wrapping that thong tight around his fist, he didn’t have a chance.

  I took my index finger and for the first time, touched a man’s asshole, running my finger lightly around those pleats before rubbing it hard, massaging it, and then worming my way in.

  “No!” he ground out. “Fuck no!”

  But I wouldn’t take no for an answer. My finger is small and I figured he’d done much bigger in the past. Insistently I pushed further in, twisting my finger this way and that, massaging his rectum walls, feeling his sphincter tense and pulse beneath me, trying to expel the intrusion.

  I wouldn’t be deterred and instead, pushed two fingers in, savoring that dry feel and began a slow fuck, running my digits in and out as the man before me, hulking and muscular, grimaced with pleasure and pain, taking the drilling, savoring it even as he clenched and protested.

  “Oh god,” he groaned. “Feels so fucking wrong … and so fucking right.”

  And just when he was about to come, his balls rising high, growing tight, I stopped because Cade pressed something into my hand. I stopped in awe at the warm plastic he’d slipped into my palm, the bulbs already slippery and wet. It was a ten inch dildo, clear, with small plastic nubs that grew larger in size as you progressed towards the handle. It was designed to stimulate, to tease, to fuck … and it had already been used.

  That’s right, Caleb had been fucking himself with it while I played with his brother, inserting the toy deep into his own ass to get it warmed up in preparation, and it was my job to deploy it now.

  With an evil grin, I pointed the tip straight at Cade’s black hole. The pucker was moist with my saliva but I knew it was going to be a tight stretch, the best kind of deep dive.

  The first few nubs went in easily. I’d opened his hole up with my fingers and tongue, plus there was the lube from my saliva. But the next few inches … god, the man struggled. His face scrunched up, the ecstasy excruciating, muscles tensing all over his big body as his brother stroked his thighs and back, murmuring encouragement.

  With teasing but insistent circling motions, I forced that toy into his butthole, plugging him, going slow until I heard a distinct pop and all ten inches were buried in the man. Oh yeah, gone deep, his chest heaving, only the little glossy pull-ring still visible from the outside.

  “You’ve done so well,” I cooed, massaging his balls, stroking that long hard shaft, circling my finger around the wet tip. “You’ve done amazing.”

  But Caden wasn’t done yet. Now that his brother was filled to the brim, he wanted to play as well.

  “Get up,” he commanded me. “I want to fuck you.”

  I rose, shedding my clothes along the way, gyrating like real stripper, teasing, rubbing my nipples, stroking my wet cunt as my brothers panted and watched. And at the last moment, I bent over, offering my pussy to Cade, showing him those moist folds, pulling myself open so that he could see the deep ruby rose inside.

  Without any warning, he pulled me roughly to him and fucked his pole into my dampness, no mercy, that huge meat spearing me like an iron rod in my flesh.

  “Unnh!” I squealed. Frankly, there was nothing I could do but take it. Cade gripped my hips tight, pinning me in place even as my knees collapsed, holding me up, my pussy muscles gripping that pole as I struggled with his girth.

  He couldn’t pull back easily at first, the donkey dong was stuck tight in my little hole. But with a grunted “umph” he pushed my hips forward as he pulled back, and the cock came out with an audible pop, only to be thrust in deep again, literally lifting me in the air as I squirmed, my little pussy used and abused, the best kind of drill it’d ever had.

  And Caden set up a rhythm, pounding me from the back, chanting, “Take it, take it, take it,” all the while nailing me, my kitty dripping wetly, my boobs dangling down. There was only one moment of pause, and I turned my head over my shoulder to see what had caused this break in our sweet ecstasy.

  My eyes almost popped out. While Cade was fucking me, Caleb had moved in back of his brother, his butt still stuffed tight with the dildo. Grabbing his brother’s hips, he’d edged his dick between those masculine cheeks and had wormed the first inch of his monster in, the only lube his dripping sperm.

  “Give it to me,” breathed Cade. “Give it to me, brother.”

  And Caleb did. With a hard, forceful thrust, he rammed into Cade’s rectum, tearing that deep hole even as Cade rammed insistently into me. It was like a choo-choo train, the three of us lined up, all of us fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

  I squealed, screaming, completely lost to sensation now, losing my mind. My brothers, was I really fucking them? It was overwhelming, sensational and so nasty at the same time. I could feel the tension building in my body as my cunt was reamed, the growls from both men growing louder, our bodies tensing as the wave crested.

  “Oh fuck!”

  “Aieee!”

  “Fuck fuck fuck!” we cried in unison as orgasm rushed like a tidal wave. My puss clenched and twitched around the donkey dong inside me even as the hot rod filled me with the most delicious fluids, spilling out around my puss, gushing down my legs, coating my ovaries with fertile sperm.

  Meanwhile, Caleb, our caboose, had come deep in his brother’s ass and though I could hardly believe it, it looked as if Cade’s anus was milking his brother’s cock dry, the same way my pussy was draining Cade’s penis as he pumped. I could see the rhythmic twitches as Cade jerked, then the corresponding grunts as his brother pulsed, and I realized the twins were truly joined, that I’d been blessed to be a part of this dirty, nasty ménage.

  As I recovered, I pulled off Cade’s dick, smiling as I turned to my steps.

  “More, please?” I asked sweetly.

  14

  Caden

  Life has been a series of ups and downs. Of course, the time we spend with our sister is an obvious up. Karina’s been wilder than our wildest expectations, a real hellcat between the sheets, servicing us both, watching with hunger and lust as my brother and I fuck her and each other.

  She’s also learning the ins and outs of pole dancing, something that turns us on, makes us hunger and beg for her lithe, curvaceous body, to kneel before her in obeisance just to lap that wet cunt or grasp a perky nipple, pulling it tight and making her moan and squeal.

  “Oh!” she screamed last night as we drilled her, my dick in her ass, my brother’s cock in her mouth. “More!” she choked as she played with her clit before bursting into a thousand flames.

  Because it’s a depraved world we live in but Karina seems to accept it, to fit right in with our little backstory. And it’s a lot to absorb, I admit. I mean, how many twins really fuck each other and their stepsister? How many billionaires lead secret lives straight out of the raunchiest, lustiest skin mags?

  But discretion is important. No one knows what goes on in our apartment and we like to keep it that way. Just the other day Karina asked, “Cade, does your family suspect? I mean, what about Matt and Jake and your dad? Do they have any inkling about what you and Caleb have been doing?”

  I paused. The thing is that Caleb and I were separated for a long time, him in Wyoming with our mom and me in San Francisco with our dad. I took my time answering.

  “Well little sis,” I drawled, “I don’t think anyone knows. I mean our parents got divorced because they didn’t get along, not because they suspected Caleb and I needed to be separated. And we’ve been pretty good about keeping things a secret. Obviously, everything we do goes on behind closed doors and we don’t generally bring girls into our … escapades, if you will.”

  That made Karina laugh. “Escapades?” she asked with an arched eyebrow. “Is that what you call it?” she said sweetly.

  “Yeah, escapades,” I grunted, circling her waist and drawing her near, stroking the curve of her waist. “I’d say this is Escapade 101.”

  She laughed again, kissing me lightly and purposefully rubbing her breasts against my chest before pulling away to pick up her backpack.

  “You’re so hilarious Cade,” she chimed. “I want to talk about this with you some more, but right now I gotta get to class. See you tonight?” she asked, turning to shoot me a dazzling smile from the door.

  “Absolutely,” I grunted. And she was gone, her long auburn hair a whirl, that sensuous figure disappearing in a flash.

  The fact was that Caleb and I had talked about our set-up. We were in paradise at the moment, living together with our step, to the outside world just three siblings sharing an apartment as we attended university. But we weren’t sure how much longer it could go on.

  Unbeknownst to Karina, the Chancellor had asked Caleb and I to drop by. I’d figured it was for some bullshit reason having to do with money. NYU needs to constantly fundraise and Caleb and I, as billionaires, are not only donors but also key thought leaders, the university hoping to tap our network of high net worth individuals.

  We’d shown up at the Chancellor’s office, casual in jeans, our backpacks slung over our shoulders. Oddly, we’d been directed into an inner sanctum, the Chancellor waiting for us with only a trusted aide, both serious and professional.

  “Hey Chancellor,” tossed out Caleb. “What’s up? Looking forward to discussing the latest fundraising initiative.”

  The Chancellor nodded but didn’t reply, gesturing for us to take a seat first.

  “Gentlemen,” he said, “I hate to be having this discussion with you, but were you at a DUP party a couple Saturdays ago?”

  “Yeah,” I confirmed. “What of it? We already talked to the cops, lawyers present of course. We denied everything because there was nothing to know.” I shrugged. “I heard there was some crazy girl inventing stories, but she was on drugs, it was all a figment of her imagination.”

  The Chancellor’s somber expression remained. “Unfortunately, that crazy girl spoke with a reporter at Rolling Stone and we’ve just gotten advance notice that an exposé is scheduled to appear in the magazine next week.”

  “No way,” said my brother slowly. “We’d heard she’d spoken with the press but figured it was harmless. I mean, any respectable publication that does any sort of fact-checking would immediately realize that the story was fabricated.”

  The Chancellor nodded his head again.

  “That’s what the university thought as well,” he said slowly. “But rape victims are shielded by the press. Generally publications never identify the victim, so it’s almost impossible to do any fact-checking. We’re expecting the worst,” he concluded. “We’re expecting for a bomb to go off, for NYU to be named as a sexist, racist university, one that doesn’t fully investigate claims of sexual abuse.”

  “What? Racist too?” I said disbelievingly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “That’s how these things work,” said the Chancellor with a heavy sigh. “The paper will seize on anything to poke holes in the University’s armor. They’ll invent things based on the slimmest justification, just to pump more juice into their story.”

  I shook my head in disbelief. School was turning out to be just as challenging as work. I mean Manning Pharmaceutical was a bitch to run, but we hadn’t had a claim as wacky as this yet.

  “Chancellor,” said my brother slowly. “What is it that you want us to do? How can we help?”

  “At this point, nothing,” he replied. “I just wanted to give you a heads up because you were at that party. It’s almost inevitable that you’ll be mentioned in the papers. It’s inevitable that the Manning name will be brought up.”

  “You mean dragged through the mud,” I said grimly. “They’re going to work this exposé for everything it’s worth, including bringing down our family company.”

  The old man shrugged heavily. “I’m so sorry Caden, Caleb,” he said. “Your enrollment at NYU was a boon to the university, helping us elevate our profile. But with every gift comes an edge of danger, and now it looks like Rolling Stone is going to push that boundary.”