“Unnf!” was her only cry as my brother eased into her from behind, pushing his massive shaft into her wet pinkness. And fuck if her throat didn’t constrict, pulling my dick deeper into her throat, the suction intensifying.

  “Fuck brother, her tongue feels amazing while she has dick in her pussy,” I groaned. “Put it in her ass. I want to see how that changes up the oral,” I ground out.

  Ryder pulled his cock out, his member now glossy and slick with her female fluids. A trail of pre-cum leaked from the head, and the veins on his penis bulged and throbbed because the motherfucker was so turned on. But he lined his dickhead up with her anus and started to push.

  Wanting a clear view, I leaned over as far as I could and pulled our sister’s butt cheeks apart, the fleshy mounds solid and full in my hands. She squealed beneath me with her mouth still stuffed with my cock. But yes, my sightline was clear now. I held her ass cheeks apart, watching with avid intensity as my brother worked himself into that dark star.

  It wasn’t easy. Ryder is a huge dude, and although we’d fingered her a couple times in the back, that’s nothing compared to getting a thick, live dick in your anus. As the brown pucker stretched, Ryder’s fleshy crown pushed in until with an audible pop, he was in a couple inches.

  Kyleigh gave out a muffled squeal again, almost biting my dick as her backside was violated. I pumped my hips a bit, her punishment for biting me, and eased my cock even further down her throat, my balls slapping against her chin.

  “Don’t bite, little girl,” I said silkily. “Or my dick’s going to punish your ass,” I threatened. But the little girl knew that my dick was going up her backside sooner or later no matter what. She wiggled her hips and Ryder groaned, getting ready to squeeze forwards again.

  I watched as he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spreading her, as he pushed insistently. With another pop, her sphincter muscles gave way, and he was able to run that ten inch monster up her rectum, hitting deep in her GI tract.

  “Unnnnf!” grunted the little girl, her boobs jouncing up and down as she crouched between us, servicing us both.

  “Baby, you’re an amazing cumslut,” I praised, stroking her hair as Ryder started up a rhythm in her anus. “We’re going to fuck you hard now,” I said.

  And sure enough, my brother and I started pounding her from both sides, beating our dicks into her ass and her mouth. She squealed and cried between us, her fleshy body trembling and jiggling in the most enticing, feminine way. I stroked her head, balling my fists in her hair as I face-fucked her, driving my cock down that soft throat, her suction so strong that my balls started to milk. With a mighty “Fuuuck!” I released. My shaft pumped hot sperm into the little cumbucket as viscous man milk jetted down her throat.

  At the same time, Ryder found ecstasy in her anus. With a roar, he surrendered, his pecs flexing and his mighty body shaking as he came. Rope after rope of sperm shot into her GI tract, coating her rear chamber with hot, virile sperm.

  Our little girl found release as well. I could literally see her anus clenching and spasming on my brother’s dick, that dark pucker winking as best it could around the thick club buried inside. Kyleigh’s mouth trembled around my dick, her oral cavity filling with saliva as she soared into the heavens. Her eyes rolled back and the sweet girl almost collapsed as the orgasm overtook her.

  “Fuck!” I growled as her curvy body released, reaching for a handful of breast flesh. Her Double D’s were soft and malleable, her rump full and voluptuous as my brother and I fucked her full of cream, her anus violated by dick for the first time.

  And as we released the last of our jism, our sister seemed to re-awaken, slowly re-surfacing from the ecstasy that was our loving. I pulled my member from her mouth, still semi-hard, watching with lust as the glossy shaft exited inch by inch from between her pouty lips. She coughed slightly.

  “Brothers,” she rasped, her voice hoarse from the oral pounding. “Again?” she said coyly, giving us her special smile.

  And we roared, triumphant in the conquest of our beautiful, curvy female.

  20

  Kyleigh

  I have to say that I love anal now. It feels so good and it’s practical when you’re servicing two men because being able to use both your holes when there are two dicks is a huge plus. You don’t have to make either guy wait, and everyone’s just so much more satisfied.

  But I want more. I want to get really dirty with Roman and Ryder. I want to explore the joys of twinsex, maybe even do some twincest if my stepbrothers are amenable. I smiled to myself. All in good time.

  With a sated sigh, I got up, careful not to disturb the two hulking male bodies on either side of me, still asleep in the warm bed. My body was warm and dripping, emanating female heat from the incredible dicking I’d gotten, and I slipped to the closet to pick up a frilly confection. Ever since moving in, I’ve tried to dress sexier, and that includes lingerie and wraps. I like to make sure that I’m a feminine confection ready for my brothers to unwrap at any time. Right now though, I merely cinched the robe tight around my curvy body and padded downstairs to get the paper and make myself a cup of coffee.

  I opened the front door and picked up the paper, careful not to get any newsprint ink on my outfit. But something caught my eye. It was the headline – “HOUSE EMERGENCY TWINS MOLEST SISTER,” screamed the bold caps at the top. I shrieked and dropped the bundle. Had one of the crew sold us out? What was this? No one had molested me, and it was hard to imagine that someone would think our loving was anything but consensual.

  With trembling hands, I forced myself to unroll the paper and read the article with tearful eyes. Something was seriously off because there was no mention of me at all. Instead, the article seemed to imply that Roman and Ryder had molested another girl a couple years back. To make things worse, it implied that they’d molested their sister, who’d been underage at the time. Feeling blood rush to my head, I suddenly realized that my brothers had secrets from the past which were coming back to haunt them … and because I love them, also me.

  21

  Ryder

  It was a nightmare come true. Kyleigh had come tearing up the stairs, her hair still mussed from sleep, her legs bare underneath her wrapper.

  “Roman! Ryder!” she cried. “Wake up! Look at the headline,” her voice trembled, shoving the newspaper at us.

  My brother and I slowly roused ourselves. There was nothing we loved more than to be woken by our sister, but this time was a little different. Usually we were stirred awake with kisses, purrs and meows, but right now our little sister looked wild-eyed, her wavy chestnut hair in disarray as she burst into the room.

  “What is it?” growled Roman. “What’s so important?” he yawned.

  I too, took my time, stretching my arms before heaving my big frame out of bed to head for the bathroom.

  “What’s up baby?” I tossed over my shoulder, getting ready to take a leak.

  She stared at us.

  “Do you have another sister?” stammered Kyleigh, looking confused.

  That was enough to stop me. I swiveled around, pinning her with my gaze.

  “What do you mean?” I growled. Roman too, sat up straight, suddenly at full alert.

  Kyleigh lifted the paper, shaking it at us. “It says here that the House Emergency twins molested a girl years ago, and that she was your sister,” her voice trembled. “What sister? What’s going on?”

  My shoulders slumped. It was a secret from our past, back when we were little more than boys. Somehow the press had sniffed it out, dug up dirt, and were smearing our names to paint us as celebrity criminals. I grabbed the paper from Kyleigh’s hand and the headline told me everything I needed to know: “HOUSE EMERGENCY TWINS CHILLING MOLESTATION CONFESSION IN NEW POLICE REPORT.” Oh shit. They’d gotten a hold of a police report? How had that happened?

  But the first order at hand was calming Kyleigh. I reached over to stroke her shoulder, urging her to sit, but she twisted out of my grasp with her hair flying.

  “You molested an underage minor? Who was your sister?” she hissed, her fists clenched. “Who is this girl? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Baby,” I said, sitting heavily on the bed. “This is why we were so insistent about keeping our affair with you under wraps. Unfortunately, we have a past which does involve another sister,” I said slowly.

  “What sister?” Kyleigh positively shrieked, her anger and rage overwhelming her. “Tell me!”

  “Shh,” soothed Roman. “We’ll tell you everything, but just sit for a moment and breathe. It’s a complicated story.”

  Kyleigh took a few deep breaths and perched on the corner of the bed, visibly trying to contain her anger. I could tell that we had no choice but to tell her the whole story now. Well, either that or let her find out through the news.

  “We never talk about our mom,” began Roman slowly, “because most people think she was a pill-popping drug addict, and a crazed pscyho. At least that’s what Dad wanted everyone to believe.”

  “The worst part is that he’s sort of right because there’s a little bit of truth in every lie. Mom was a little unhinged. She was a free spirit of sorts, and marriage was never really her thing,” he continued. “She had us young after getting married, and didn’t see any need to change her lifestyle. She was still going to music festivals, parties, and bars, and pretty much dragging along a huge double-wide stroller to the most unlikely of places.”

  Kyleigh’s silent, merely looking at us with big brown eyes.

  I sigh. Here was the hard part. “When Ryder and I were about five, she met some hippie musician dude and had a torrid affair. It was hurtful to my dad, especially since he found out about it in the worst way possible – my mom announced that she was pregnant with another man’s child and was leaving him to tour with the musician. But my dad is an old-fashioned, religious man. He wanted to work on the marriage and somehow, against all odds, persuaded our mom to stay and to give it another chance. It couldn’t have been easy, and he must have humbled himself, but somehow he persuaded her not to abandon her sweet boys.”

  “So she broke up with the father of the child and came back to us for a while at least. It was one of the happiest times of our lives,” said Roman. “After a scary period of our parents arguing and fighting non-stop, our mom was back and expecting a new baby. Ryder and I were beyond excited to welcome a new little sister.”

  “But the thing is, after Marygold was born, my mom spiraled into severe post-partum depression. She totally shut down and Marygold had to be taken in by a foster family for a while. There was no way our parents could handle a newborn on top of rambunctious toddlers and a marriage that was unraveling. As a result, we didn’t know Marygold for the first few years of her life.”

  “Honey, this is where it starts getting bad,” Ryder says, taking a deep breath. “Marygold came back and was the sweetest thing. She was just a little girl, so there’s no excuse for what I’m about to tell you because yes, it is like the newspapers say. Ryder and I fondled her. We were just boys. We were twelve year-old kids, and I realize that that’s not an excuse at all, but I guess …” he shrugged helplessly.

  “What did you do exactly?” asked Kyleigh, her eyes wary.

  I answered. “We touched our half-sister’s vagina and breasts when she was asleep, sometimes when she was in her bedroom, and once when she was sleeping on the couch. There’s no excuse for it, and we’re ashamed to this day,” I stated sorrowfully.

  “But why?” asked Kyleigh, looking utterly confused and despondent. “Why would you do this to a five year-old girl?”

  “Baby,” I said, my voice almost breaking. “We’ve asked ourselves this many times. The truth is that there’s no answer. Roman and I were boys then, and we’d led an unsupervised life. My mom was in the throes of depression, our dad was always working, and we were getting older. We wanted to explore sex and girls’ bodies. So we touched the one girl who lived in our house. It’s still no excuse,” I confirmed, barely able to meet her eyes.

  “But didn’t your parents do anything about it?” asked Kyleigh. “Surely they punished you,” she added.

  “Yeah, we were punished,” I sighed. “Our mom sank into an even greater depression so she was useless, but our dad? He confronted us. And we told him the truth. We told him that we’d touched Marygold when she was sleeping. He moved her out of the house immediately, and put her in foster care for a while as he tried to figure out what to do.”

  I sighed again. This had been more than a dozen years ago, and yet the story was still painful to recount.

  “Our dad spoke with some elders at our church, and they decided that the best thing would be to send Roman and I to a forced labor camp. So we went for three months.”

  “Were you cured?” asked Kyleigh.

  “I like to think so,” rumbled Roman. “We’ve definitely never done it again. But honey, we’re twenty-five now, and not children anymore. The thought of touching a little girl makes our skin crawl. We’re mature now, and those were sins of the past.”

  “It makes my skin crawl too,” said Kyleigh faintly. “Where is Marygold now?”

  This was the hardest part of the tale to recount. “Marygold passed away soon afterwards,” I said slowly. “After my brother and I were sent off to labor camp, Children’s Services permitted Marygold to return home. One day, my mom was driving with Marygold in the backseat when she lost control of the car and careened off a cliff near our house. Marygold was thrown and immediately killed. My mom? Well, she was never the same afterwards. I don’t think she ever recovered,” I said quietly, “which is part of the reason why Dad divorced her. He couldn’t live in the past anymore, grieving for a child long gone.”

  “But if Marygold’s gone and this all happened when you were twelve, then how did the papers find out? Surely your record was expunged,” Kyleigh said.

  “Baby, I don’t know,” rumbled Roman. “My dad called the sheriff’s office to report us, but no charges were ever filed. Instead, the local sheriff gave us a strict talking-to and then we were shipped off to rehabilitation. So we’re not sure how the story was leaked either.”

  “But it sounds like the gist of the story is true, isn’t it?” asked Kyleigh weakly.

  “Yes,” I confirmed. “It’s mostly true. Blown out of proportion from events long ago, but yes, unfortunately it is true.”

  Kyleigh sat silently, her expression unreadable as she reflected on our confession. Not only were her celebrity stepbrothers child molesters, but we’d molested a relative. Granted, it was decades ago, when we were merely boys, and our repentance is sincere. But I understood Kyleigh’s apprehension because was our relationship with her some kind of bizarre remembrance of bygone years? Was Kyleigh a ghost of Marygold?

  22

  Roman

  The confession was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced. When Ryder and I were twelve, we were idiots. But at least we were children, without a developed sense of right and wrong. We were just two wild boys doing what they wanted. Now as grown men, the wrongness of the situation was starkly evident and Ryder and I were so penitent.

  Shame suffused me. For the first time in my adult life, I felt heat coursing up my neck, making my face flame. We’d been playboys our entire lives, irresistible to women, but it seemed now we’d have our first dressing down. Kyleigh sat on the edge of the bed, looking pensive as she contemplated the future.

  “What’s going to happen to House Emergency?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said slowly. “I guess we should ask the network about next steps. A lot of this is up to them, and not us,” I clarified.

  “We have a lot of advertisers,” added Ryder, “and the network will probably want to gage public reaction and bounce ideas off our advertisers before making a decision. I doubt the show will be canceled immediately,” he reassured her.

  Somehow though, I had a feeling we were in for the worst. House Emergency is broadcast on Home Starz, a home and garden specialty channel with a conservative bent. I didn’t think our advertisers would be sticking around.

  Kyleigh ducked her head, covering her eyes with her hand. “Oh god,” she moaned. “And I gave up my nursing job to come and work with you guys.”

  “Baby, it’s not that bad,” soothed my brother, reaching out to stroke her back. But Kyleigh jumped up like an electrified cat, her tits jiggling and her ass shaking under her thin wrapper.

  “Don’t touch me,” she shrieked, a note of hysteria in her voice. “I can’t believe you touched your sister, and now you’re touching me,” she said with her voice breaking slightly. “I can’t keep seeing you, not with the way things are. I have to go,” she rushed, pulling things wildly from the closet.

  But the top shelf of the closet collapsed and bags, purses, scarves, and all sorts of random clothing came pouring out, falling into a heap around her. Despite the chaos, Kyleigh kept pulling at things and folding them before placing them in random spots on the floor.

  “I’ll need this,” she muttered, putting a folded sweater next to a swimsuit. “And this,” she added, pulling out some flouncy lingerie.

  I sighed. Our sister was in the throes of some manic phase and needed to work through it at her own pace. I motioned to Ryder and we stepped outside, leaving Kyleigh to pack.

  “What do we do?” I asked seriously. “How the fuck did that tabloid get dirt on us? You know Dad would never tell, and Mom’s such a kook. No one would believe her.”

  “I have no idea,” he said slowly, shaking his head. “But we need to find out and do some damage control.”

  I nodded my agreement grimly. Shit was fucked up and it was time to get to the bottom of this.

  23

  Kyleigh