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  So we’d decided to take the unconventional path and finish school. Can you imagine? We’ve given guest lectures to MBA students and yet here we were, completing our undergrad degrees. What the fuck was wrong with us?

  The answer was, we wanted to see our little step again. She was just too far away and there was no way a weekend here or there was enough for us. My brother and I are fueled by testosterone and even the weekends in Vegas were getting to be mundane. We needed to fuck, fuck, and then fuck some more, hopefully with our nasty little girl between us.

  But first things first.

  “Mr. Sterling?” quizzed the old lady behind the counter.

  “Yep that’s me,” I said confidently.

  “We need an address for you,” she said.

  “Oh right … here you go,” I passed her our lease.

  Her eyebrows shot up. “So you live at Columbus Circle? In the Time Warner Center?” she asked disbelievingly.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Penthouse floor, but with Whole Foods in the basement it’s convenient for a student, I can’t afford to eat out all the time, you know?” I said, winking at her.

  And with a shake of her head, she sat back down. Living at the Time Warner Center was a luxury but Caden and I weren’t about to move back into the dorms, we were over and done with that. But that didn’t mean we weren’t going to participate in student life fully.

  After the registrar’s office, we took a cab to our old fraternity, Delta Upsilon Pi. Oh yeah, DUP. The nastiest, most perverted guys in the world, and like old times there was the thump of loud music coming from the shared house, really a decrepit townhouse that had been converted into a giant loft, decayed and torn asunder. Perfect for wild parties.

  We walked in and sure enough, there were guys with their feet kicked up, drinking beer, baseball hats on backwards.

  “Brothers!” crowed one. “The National Chapter told us you were coming. Who knew? The Sterling twins … here at DUP.”

  “Yeah, we’re back,” grunted Cade. “Wanted to do the unconventional thing and get our degrees. Set a good example for the kiddies back home.”

  “Whatevs,” shrugged a tall guy, taking a swig of beer. “I’m Danny, this is Cord,” he said, nodding to a sandy-haired dude. “You coming to the party tonight? Lots of drunk girls,” he said with a nasty grin.

  “Yeah,” I said noncommittally. “Absolutely. What time does it start again?”

  “Ten, my brothers,” said Danny, letting a spider crawl up his arm. Did that thing have a hairy belly with a red hourglass on it? Shit, that was a tarantula.

  He saw my stare and laughed nastily. “Yeah, we fuck around a lot here. Don’t be late,” he added as we left. “Lots of sluts will be here tonight.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Karina

  Vera and Brenda squealed and giggled as they got ready for the frat party.

  “I know you’re fighting with Danny, but there’s no reason not to go,” said Bren. “DUP throws the best parties, it’s not worth missing one over some tiff. Besides, it’s the party of the year,” she breathed. “Who wants to miss out?”

  “And Danny’s hot,” added Vera. “Girl, what he said has some truth to it. College is the time to experiment, to figure out what you’re about. So what if he stepped out with Kendra? Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”

  I didn’t bother to reply. First, Danny absolutely didn’t love me. My time away made me realize that he’d been a jerk the entire time we dated, narcissistic, obsessed with his identity, focused on getting his way. I was merely a living, breathing doll, someone he could hang out with when bored. Nothing more.

  Second, my mind-blowing experience with the twins eclipsed everything. My friends knew I’d paid for a back-room show in Vegas but they had no idea what exactly had happened, I’d stayed mum the rest of the trip. Plus, the girls had just been too drunk to really notice. Not a few had had spinning headaches the next day, vomiting putrid green into the toilet.

  So I figured my secret was safe, and agreed to tag along. “Okay, I guess,” I said slowly. “But I’m coming back in an hour no matter what, I gotta get some studying in.”

  “Seriously? Are you really going to study on a Saturday night? Really Kar, you’re too much. First the missed Celine Dion concert, and now this,” said Vera.

  I laughed quietly to myself, but started putting on make-up and doing my hair.

  “Just an hour,” I thought, and then I’m coming back. I slipped into an emerald green dress, the crushed velvet hugging my curves, a scoop neck showing off my décolletage. Okay, it was a little racier than I usually did but it was Saturday night, right?

  We walked briskly through the chilly night air to the DUP house. Yep, New York was in full force tonight there were tons of folks out, hollering, screaming, and three girls in short skirts definitely got a lot of attention.

  “Woo hoo!” hollered a passerby.

  “Can’t a dude look?” asked another when I shot him a dirty glance.

  God, if we could only get there sooner rather than later. I was seriously tempted to call a cab, but we kept strutting, Brenda and Vera lapping up the attention, winking at random guys.

  Finally we were at the far reaches of Alphabet City where the frat house stood. Pounding music and lights proclaimed we were at the right spot, the letters Delta Upsilon Pi hung on a flag in the window. A bunch of girls squealed in the front yard, giggling as guys chanted a frat song, pounding beer from a keg.

  This didn’t look fun to me at all, these folks were way too drunk already, but I sighed. Better just to put up with it for a little while and then go home. Besides, I always have more fun at these things than I expect and it was time for me to get over the twins. I wasn’t going to see them for a long time, I was here and they were in California.

  So I trailed Brenda and Vera inside. The stench was overwhelming, BO and cheap alcohol commingled, the hardwood floor sticky with some unnamed substance.

  “Gross,” I mumbled, trying to follow my friends among the writhing bodies.

  “Come on!” said Brenda. “Cord said he’s having a private party upstairs in his room, top shelf liquor and all that.” I sighed but followed them up the rickety stairs to a top-floor room. The door was locked but light shone from the crack under the door and we could hear a bunch of voices inside.

  When Brenda pounded, the voices hushed for a moment before starting back up again, as if nothing had happened. She pounded larder, “Cole! Cole! It’s me, Brenda Bey from Anthro 1. I brought my friends.”

  Silence suddenly and the door cracked open a bit to show a sandy-haired blonde guy, drunk off his ass, I could swear that his pupils were dilated. A cloud of pot smoke swirled behind him, the miasma seeping out into the hall.

  He looked Vera and I up and down and said with a drunken slur, “Sure, come on in. We’ve been expecting you.”

  This was weird but I didn’t say anything. I trailed my friends inside and there was a roomful of guys, a couple girls scattered about in skimpy clothing. Heavy drinking was going on, not a few folks with joints in their hands, smoking bowls.

  “Help yourself,” said one dude to me with carroty-hair, passing me a doobie. Okay, I could do this. I don’t usually indulge but it was Saturday night and the pot smelled like quality … not the mashed up shit that circulates around campus on a regular basis.

  I took a drag and the effect was near instantaneous. I felt loose, a little uninhibited, suddenly the world so much more comfortable, my fears allayed. I settled back on a divan and relaxed, leaning my head against the back, looking up at the ceiling. Damn, that stucco was really pretty and I took a few more drags, letting the sweet, scented air fill my lungs.

  I guess I must have been more stoned than I realized because suddenly Caden and Caleb filled my vision.

  “Hey little sister,” said Cade. “What a coincidence.”

  “Hey yourself,” I giggled, brushing my hair out of my face. “What are you doing here?”

 
One of the twins sat on my right, the other on my left.

  “We could ask you the same thing,” they said in unison. Was it my imagination or were their images blurring a bit, the edges moving in slow motion, flickering almost.

  “I’m good,” I said slowly. “Real good.”

  One of the twins chuckled. “We didn’t ask how you were.” He frowned. “Seriously sis, we wouldn’t have taken you for a pothead. I mean, you’re studious and stuff right? Serious about getting a degree.”

  At this point, I was so tired that I didn’t answer, letting my head slip lower and lower until it was buried in Caden’s lap. Mmm, I could stay like this forever. I nuzzled my face against the package there, nuzzling my cheek against a hardening snake, letting my hair trail across his thighs.

  I heard my brothers talking above me, their voices hushed, but ignored it altogether. I was so tired and it was comfortable here, my brothers stroking my limbs, my back, taking care of me.

  I think I fell asleep. I opened my eyes for a bit and could see some crazy debauchery going on. Brenda and Vera were nude, gyrating in the center of the room with a circle of guys around them, cheering them on. Shit, Vera was really beautiful, her skin gleaming in the light, her blonde hair flying as she spun. Wasn’t she getting married soon? I couldn’t focus and blinked, falling off into dream state again.

  I opened my eyes a bit later and saw an even more depraved scene. Brenda and Vera … oh my god were those my friends? They were plugged every which way, that’s all I could say. Brenda was nude on her hands and knees, sucking a cock while another stuffed her from the back, pounding her as she made panting, “Humph, humph” sounds around the dick in her mouth. I could see semen trailing down her thigh, there was so much that it coated the backs of her legs, the white creamy and fresh. There was no way one guy had done that, multiple guys must have come in her again and again, making her their own little spray slut.

  Vera, on the other hand, had put on a bridal veil. She was getting married, I hadn’t been wrong. But what she was doing with the veil was another story. Instead of pulling it demurely over her face, she whipped it off her head and was running it between her legs, that filmy material dragging over her wet cunt. Then she’d turn to various guys, legs parted, letting them sniff her cunny, lick it, tying the filmy material around their faces so they could inhale the heavy pussy scent.

  Like a whore, it seemed like Vera couldn’t get enough. One guy positioned himself on his back below her and like a hungry slut, she straddled him, parting her legs so that his cock slipped in. But that wasn’t all, she held herself open, pulling her labia apart so that her insides were visible to all, her clit throbbing, a tiny bit of cum visible peeping out around the cock.

  “More, more!” she panted, throwing her head back and guys circled her, their dicks in hand, rubbing them against her cheek, leaving trails of pre-cum on her shoulders, neck, breasts and face.

  Vera and Brenda were a dual act though. They pulled themselves off the guys, smiling slyly with trails of male fluid coating their bodies and sat down on a couch together, Vera on top of Brenda, spreading their legs for the men to see. Oh god, it was like a double pussy sandwich, Vera’s snatch stacked on top of Brenda’s, Vera’s insides light pink as she pulled her lips open, whereas Brenda’s was a ruby red.

  “First up,” called Vera sweetly.

  A dude walked up to them, naked, his pole heavy and stiff, groaning already as he rubbed himself. Mesmerized, he dropped to his knees in front of the girls, taking a lap of the bottom pussy before trailing his lips to the top one, chewing those lips, nipping and biting Vera’s pulsing clit.

  “Oh fuck,” Vera sighed, her hips grinding, both the girls getting their pussies eaten by the same guy. He spit, letting the drool drop wetly on those twats, lubing them up, the saliva slipping from Vera’s to Brenda’s slick folds.

  With a groan, he pushed a finger into Brenda’s darker snatch, fingering her. She squealed, reaching to hold herself open, letting us see that gleaming, pulsating slit, her clit a little bud at the top. She moaned but then turned her face aside and took Vera’s nipple in her mouth, sucking the pink areola, trailing her mouth around the engorged puffiness, letting her pussy get fingered as she tongued another woman.

  The frat boy wanted cunny on both hands though. He plunged his left index finger into Vera’s twat and she squealed, the penetration shallow but titillating as he rotated his finger in her snatch, filling that little hole. With a groan, the man began finger-fucking both women at once, pulling his digits in and out, the wet twats twisting and shivering, the women a mass of limbs, titties and sighs as they were simultaneously fucked.

  But the frat boy wasn’t done yet. Of course he wanted to hammer them and without further ado, he lined up his cock at Vera’s snatch on top and pushed in.

  “Ohhh!” she sighed, throwing her head back. Brenda seized a nipple in her mouth again as Vera sawed her legs, enjoying the gentle slide of the massive cock in and out. I could see her pussy lips hugging that veined flesh, the man with his head thrown back in ecstasy as he fucked the pussy on top.

  But then he pulled out and Vera obligingly shifted so that both her legs were straight in the air, leaving Brenda’s snatch open and exposed. Oh shit, was that a tiny clit ring in there? I never would have guessed my friend was so dirty.

  The frat boy pushed his dick, still wet from Vera’s cunt, into Brenda’s waiting snatch and began to fuck the lower pussy, letting his dick sample the juices of a different woman.

  “Fuuuuck,” she moaned, looking him in the eye directly, a saucy smile on her mouth as he ran his pole in and out, letting it taste that deep ruby rose. The man began a rhythm. He’d do a couple strokes in Brenda, coating himself, and then would pull out and line himself up at Vera’s snatch, doing a couple strokes in her, rotating between the two, letting his dick savor the experience of fucking two women.

  Finally, with a moan, he unloaded. His chest muscles grew tight, his jaw clenching as those mighty balls tightened underneath him. With one last convulsive push, he squirted into Vera, her cunny clenching him tight, holding him immobile as he pumped his man milk into her, spraying her with everything he had.

  “Ooh,” cooed Brenda, stroking Vera’s snatch as the man emptied his fire hose. “What have we here?” When he pulled out, a sticky string of cum still connected the tip of his dick to Vera’s pussy and Brenda pulled at the string with a curious finger, bringing it to her mouth.

  “Tastes good,” she said, licking her lips lasciviously, slyly smiling at the audience that surrounded her.

  Then, like a real porn star, she held Vera’s cunny open, displaying that beautiful, plump pink. A slippery glob of white surged inside, cresting to tip out of Vera’s hole, sliding down her cunny wetly, trailing over her anus.

  “Gorgeous,” cooed Brenda. “Amazing.”

  And Vera wasn’t done yet. Like an ingénue she reached between her legs and scooped up that sticky semen, pushing a finger in to quest within herself, pulling more of the hot sperm out before bringing her finger up and licking it.

  “Mmm, Vitamin D,” she purred silkily. “Who’s next?”

  And my two friends, my closest friends at NYU, slipped and wiggled as they serviced a room full of frat brothers, their two pussies bare and used by all.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Caden

  Fuck, that had been a debauched night. It went way beyond what my brother and I expected, and that’s saying a lot given that we moonlight as strippers. How much had changed in the five years we’d been away. These days college kids were unbridled, unhinged, with an anything-goes attitude that totally blew me away.

  I mean, I’d been preparing myself for some action, but regular shit like strippers, drug use, the fire department coming by and shutting down the revelry. I’d never imagined that co-eds these days were so wanton, letting everything go, putting notches on their bedposts like a row of falling dominoes.

  Or maybe that was understating it. More like hackin
g off the bedpost altogether, there were so many notches there could be no structural integrity left in that wood.

  I shook my head, still unbelieving. Well, whatever. Our little girl had shown up at the party, but pot clearly wasn’t her thing. Before she’d inhaled even two puffs she was asleep in my brother’s lap, occasionally opening her eyes groggily, watching a bit before she fell back asleep, the raucous noise and activity not disturbing Karina in the least. She’d looked beautiful – trusting, innocent, even as the Gates of Hell opened at that party.

  But now, in the cold light of day … nothing good could come out of this. I whipped out my textbook, looking at it with a grimace. Elements of Statistical Analysis. What the fuck did that mean anyways? I was here to complete my degree in Computer Science, and instead all I could think about was the mass of writhing, naked forms I’d seen last night, the depravity, all with my little girl sleeping soundly through it all.

  The phone in the apartment rang.

  “Hello?” I growled. This better not keep me away from my statistical analysis.

  “Sir,” said Mario. “There’s someone downstairs asking to see you.”

  “Tell him to go away,” I answered. “This isn’t a good time. Oh wait, it’s not my sister is it?”

  “No sir,” came the hushed voice of our concierge. “It’s the NYPD,” he almost whispered.

  Oh shit, nothing good could come of this.

  “Let em up,” I sighed. Clearly studying was going to have to wait.

  A knock came on my door shortly and I opened to see a pair of detectives, the woman with ugly bowl cut, the dude with a scowl on his face.

  “Caden Sterling?” she asked.

  “Yeah, that’s me,” I replied.

  “I’m Captain Conwell from the NYPD, Precinct 19. We’d like to ask you some questions about a party that occurred last weekend under the auspices of NYU. Were you at a Delta Upsilon Psi gathering around eleven on Saturday night in Alphabet City?”