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  I lapped voraciously at that pretty pink cunny, getting in deep so that I could trail my tongue all the way from her anus to her clit, delving into her folds, running my digits over that hot flesh. But I wanted something different this time. Spinning her around, I pushed her down and spread her legs so that her cunny was on view. With a tantalizing lick, I trailed all the way up from her clit to her anus.

  “Oh god, brother,” she moaned, her jugs full and luscious, dangling towards the ground. As I massaged them with my hands, I buried my face in her butt. I tasted that anus, and her dark star was one of the best I’ve ever had. Musky, sweet and sour at once, I forced my tongue against her rim, the tight little pucker resisting before parting slightly, letting me get just the tip in.

  “Aieee!” she squealed, shivering as sensations running up her spine.

  “Never gotten your butt licked before, little sis?” I rumbled. Trailing gentle fingers over her ass, I massaged a butt cheek, slapping it a bit so it flushed, and then rubbed it again, this time not so gently. With the barest of touches, I ran my finger up and down her crack, letting it brush over her anus, down to her vaginal opening, and then all the way down to her clit.

  “Aieee!” she squealed again. I had her where I wanted and pushed my finger into her rectum. As if on cue, it popped open, accepting the penetration, letting me drill her a bit. Slowly, oh so slowly, I wormed it in before stirring it around in her butt, loosening her up for her first backdoor ride.

  She must have realized what was about to happen because when I stood, she glanced at me over her shoulder, her face a mask of lust and apprehension.

  “Brother, go slow okay?” she panted, her cheeks clutching reflexively.

  “Of course, baby, I will,” I replied, wrapping my big hands around her waist. Slowly, I probed my dickhead against that juicy rump. Pre-cum trailed over her ass, dripping into her anus and I probed there again, pushing against her tiny hole.

  It gave way without too much pressure and I found myself buried about an inch in her butt. She cried out, my massive size breaching that tiny body.

  “Hold still, baby, it’ll feel good, I promise,” I breathed into her ear.

  Reaching a hand below to flick her clit, I increased the pressure in my hips and with an audible pop, her sphincter snapped, letting me drill my dick deep into her rectum. Fuck it was hot in there. Dry, arid heat, like the desert, enveloped my cock, so tight that I could hardly move.

  When I tried to pull out, we were literally stuck together, and I had to grab her by the hips and shove her forward while I pulled back just to un-stick us. This was going to be the hottest, tightest fuck ever.

  So I drilled that ass like I’ve never drilled a girl before. It was rough, tight, and I pounded her like I was fucking Mike Tyson beating on an opponent. She cried out again and again, her breasts swaying below us, cream dripping from her pussy as I crammed my dick into her hole, scraping and thrusting like a fucking criminal. She came unexpectedly, even though I hadn’t touched her cunt.

  “Tyler!” she screamed, her cries loud in the tiny room. “Fuuuuuck!”

  And with a roar, I came in her butt, shooting my sperm up her GI tract. She clenched around me, her ass pulsing and twitching, making my pole deposit loads of cum, my balls draining themselves into her small body.

  When we came to, she was trembling, a light sheen of sweat glazing her haunches, her skin golden and smooth in the dim light.

  Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, I rocked my hips a bit more to tease her and said, “Little sister, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Kristen

  What Tyler did to me in the coat check … oh my god, my cunny’s still creaming with his sperm. I’d thought it was going to be a boring night, an opportunity to see what my brothers did, maybe do a bit of reporting on the side. Instead, I’d gotten Tyler’s dick up my ass, and it felt fucking amazing.

  The thing is, while I’d been bored in the coat check, I’d noticed a little camera mounted on the wall, its lens focused on me. I don’t think it was meant for me specifically, it was probably just to catch the comings and goings of guests, maybe make sure that the coat check girl wasn’t stealing from the till.

  But if there was a camera, then it meant there was a screen somewhere and videotape of what we’d just done. Was anyone watching? Had anyone seen our illicit fuck? What would the tape reveal?

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Kristen

  There has to be something going on at the club, something that I’m not aware of. I’ve been working as the coat check girl now for a couple months, and the regular staff have gotten used to me, treating me like a little sister. The thing is, they don’t know that I’m actually the stepsister of Troy and Tyler, the bartender and bouncer at Club Luxe.

  I guess my brothers want to keep it quiet because I didn’t exactly interview for the job. Troy just brought me to work one night and parked me in the coat check booth. The staff ignored me at first, but they got used to it. I mean, it’s a minimum wage, low-level position, and it’s not like I’m getting rich off tips.

  But the truth is much juicier. I’m Troy and Tyler’s stepsister … and we’ve been fucking ever since our parents got married a couple months back. I know it’s partly out of need. I think my brothers used to fuck a lot of different girls, but they stopped when I moved into their apartment because they didn’t want to scandalize me.

  What they didn’t realize is that I’m just as dirty, my mind in the gutter half of the day and all of the night. I’ve seduced my steps, and we’ve been fucking up a ménage since. Our days are long … our nights even longer …

  But I still haven’t gotten what I came to the club for. My senior thesis is an article for the school paper, an expose on illegal practices at local nightclubs, focused on underage drinking, extreme partying, that sort of thing. I wanted the coat check job because it’d give me a glimpse into the underground, maybe provide the scoop I’ve been looking for. And I think I’ve come upon something.

  You see, at the coat check, I pretty much see everyone who comes and goes. And for the past couple months, there have been a lot of hot women. I mean, women who barely speak English and look like supermodels. They come in with guys who are obviously bodyguards, and then leave with an assortment of men. And this happens almost every night, some of the girls coming and going once, twice, even three times in a night, leaving with different men each time.

  “What do you think’s going on brothers?” I asked. “Why would there be so many women coming and going? It’s weird, right?”

  My brothers shared a look, and the two men gave me a hard stare.

  “Don’t go there, okay Krissy? It’s not your business,” ground out Tyler.

  “But shouldn’t you bring it up with management? I mean, they should know what’s going on in their club.”

  Troy and Tyler frowned again, their massive bulks ominous and imposing.

  “We mean it. Don’t go there, little sis. I’m sure management knows already,” said Troy dismissively.

  But I wasn’t giving up so easily. There was a camera in the coat check room, and there had to be cameras scattered all throughout the club. What would the videotape show? Eager to stretch my wings as a cub reporter, I was determined to find out.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Tyler

  I sighed. Our little sister was delicious, but far too clever for her own good. As a senior, she had some idea about doing a massive expose on the club business, and Club Luxe was her foothold into the entertainment industry.

  But what she doesn’t realize is that Troy and I aren’t just staff at Club Luxe, we’re the owners. We work as a bouncer and bartender sometimes because we want to keep an eye on things, you know, see for ourselves. But all of the staff knows that we’re management, and treat us as such.

  The thing that no one knows is that in addition to owning several bars and clubs, my twin and I run an illicit escort service. We provide the finest, f
reshest women to an elite clientele, and it’s the real money maker of our business ventures, all cash and no taxes.

  Of course, we treat our women well. You can’t succeed in the escort business without having prime, high value assets. So we make sure our girls are beautiful, healthy, willing, without any crazy psychological issues. Heck, most of them are hard workers and enjoy their jobs.

  But Krissy is just too fucking inquisitive for her own good. As the coat check girl, she’s noticed a lot of our escorts coming and going with different men, and it’s caused her to ask a lot of questions.

  “Please Tyler,” she said one morning, after we’d just fucked her. “Give me the skinny on Club Luxe.”

  My dick was embedded in her cunny at the time, literally still pulsing from my massive climax, and I berated myself mentally. My little sis knew we had a hard time saying no when we were deep inside, and so asked us the hardest questions then, turning pillow talk into classified exchanges. Fuck college, she should be a master spy.

  “There’s nothing to know,” I said, still panting from my orgasm, trying to catch my breath. “Seriously little sis, give it up.”

  She didn’t. “Please Troy, tell me?” she begged, turning her head to give my brother a kiss. “I know there’s something going on.”

  He was breathing hard too, his cock buried in her behind. Yes, we’d just DP’d Krissy, and she was making the most of our vulnerability.

  But Troy, despite his inability to resist beautiful women, was surprisingly circumspect. He’d pressed a kiss to her shoulder and said, “Lay off okay? Management will take care of it.”

  And so our little sis was successfully stonewalled again. When we’d pulled our dicks from her body, she’d shivered and sighed, momentarily distracted by the spurts of jism trailing from her holes. Wickedly, she’d tilted her pelvis up, giving us a knowing grin.

  “I don’t want to shower just yet, brothers, I love the feeling of your sperm in me,” she’d giggled.

  And this was exactly why our sister was irresistible. With a mind like a trucker and a body like a porn star, why would my brother and I need anybody else? We had trouble just keeping up with our eighteen year-old starlet.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Troy

  I watched as the girl circled the pole, licking it lasciviously, shaking her ass as her boobs jiggled. Malena was gorgeous. From some impoverished Eastern European country, she barely spoke English but clearly understood the universal language of sex. When she’d walked into our office, she’d immediately shed her mink coat, showing off her luscious, naked figure, clad only in high heels.

  Yep, she was here for stripper tryouts. My brother and I regularly source girls, and there’s a constant stream of women in and out, dancing for us, showing off their assets. Why wouldn’t they? Working for the Lyon twins is a lucrative business, and within a week of starting, some of these girls are making enough so that they don’t ever need to worry about food or shelter again.

  Plus, it’s a pretty sweet gig. Some of them only dance, but the best girls escort on the side as well. They charge their clients three to five thousand a night, and if you’re able to go on three dates in a week? Boom. Ten thousand, easy.

  Of course, we screen like the fucking FBI. We fingerprint these chicks, pay for full medical check-ups, and vet their immigration status. All of their files are kept in a fireproof cabinet in our office, the combination secret. Plus, our office is locked all the time, with no windows and soundproofed so that the girls have complete privacy and security as they dance for us.

  I could feel myself getting hard as Malena twirled around the pole. Hey, I’m a red-blooded male, it’s to be expected. But I wasn’t tempted to fuck her. You see, ever since Krissy became a part of our lives, I’ve been entranced. It’s like the promiscuous side of me, the guy who fucked three or four girls a night, has vaporized, instead becoming a doting brother and boyfriend.

  And I’m using the word boyfriend purposefully. We’ve never talked about it with Krissy. After all, it’s completely inappropriate, we’re her older brothers, and brothers and sisters can’t be couples. But it’s not like we’re biologically related.

  As a result, Tyler and I have been squiring her about, giving her the full girlfriend treatment. My brother is just as head over heels for Krissy, probably even more so than me, which is ironic since he’s the silent and deadly type, hardly a romantic. But just the other day, I caught him picking out flowers for our little girl, looking sheepish when I bumped into him at the florist.

  “So who are those for?” I’d asked casually. He’d been poring over some white flowers, pretty with five petals each. But it was the roses that had caught his eye, and I’d caught him red-handed, reaching for a dozen in a deep, wine color.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he ground out. Okay, clearly he hadn’t picked up any manners, and was just as ill-tempered and rude as always. What can I say? We’re brothers, knowing exactly how to push each other’s buttons.

  But the truth was I already knew who the flowers for, and I was at the florist for the very same reason. I wanted to give Krissy something special, something fragrant and romantic, much like her sweet, sensual self.

  My brother beat me to it, grabbing a lavish bouquet and heading over to the cashier. I was tempted to snatch it right out of his hands, but stopped myself, forcing myself to breathe, to keep calm.

  “Listen Tyler, we both want Krissy, it’s obvious,” I’d said at the register. “What are we going to do, show up on the doorstep, both of us with bouquets, trying to outdo each other? It’s ridiculous,” I stated.

  “Do whatever you want,” he ground out, whipping out his credit card.

  “Listen, this is about more than the flowers,” I said, starting to feel impatient. “This is about sharing our little sister, maximizing her happiness. We’ve both done her, and it’s been fucking amazing so far, but it’s driving us crazy, knowing she’s fucking two men. Instead, why don’t we fuck her together, make it a trio you know?”

  That made Tyler pause. We’ve fucked the same girl before, even had threesomes, but it was never with any emotion. It was just body parts, an available cunny that we could shove our dicks into. But this time, my proposition was different. I was talking about sharing Krissy emotionally as well, making sure our little sister got the best of both worlds, the best possible experience with her brothers.

  He paused, and I could see his mind churning. With a sigh, he turned to me.

  “Yeah, I guess,” he growled. “I don’t want to put her in a bad position, make her pick between us, so we’ll go it together, yeah?”

  And that’s how we ended up in the living room, our little sister on the couch between us with a big vase of flowers on the coffee table.

  “So what do you think?” I asked, my hand on her knee. My brother played with her hair, twirling those chestnut locks absentmindedly as he gazed at her adoringly. Hard to imagine that we hadn’t even known her three months ago.

  Krissy hesitated. “Does this mean that you’re my boyfriends?” she asked shyly.

  That was a hard question. “We can’t exactly say that we’re your boyfriends, little one,” I replied. “I mean, we’d love to but the world’s not exactly accepting of romantic relationships between sibs. I guess it’s better to say that you’re going to get the girlfriend treatment from us, even if we can’t acknowledge you to the public.”

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing, a smile creeping over her face. “Yes, I’d like to be your ‘secret’ girlfriend then,” she said gently, leaning forwards to give me a kiss. Her lips tasted so good, soft and plush against my mouth that I was already stiffening, my cock coming to attention. But she pulled back and turned to give Tyler a kiss as well, just as luscious and erotic.

  My brother growled in his throat, and Krissy laughed softly, her hands reaching for our packages. “So brothers, shall we take it to the bedroom?”

  And that was the first time we truly made love as a threesome, our
little sister bare and willing in our arms.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Kristen

  I still remember my first time with Tyler and Troy, my first deep, passionate entanglement with the twins. By then, I’d fucked them multiple times, in their bedrooms, at the club, even at a restaurant once, Troy had been so eager to get into my panties. But as their girlfriend? It made me shiver, my heart pounding as I led them to the bedroom.

  I knew it was going to be good. My brothers are handsome, alpha, domineering men who don’t take no for an answer. The times I’ve been in bed with Tyler and Troy are the best experiences of my life, and I figured it’d be doubled, maybe even tripled or quadrupled if I did them simultaneously.

  So it was with anticipation that I reached for their packages in the living room, undoing their pants. I know they’d been expecting me to reach for their hands, to lead them into my room for a sweet, sensual seduction, but I’m a woman with a dirty mind … mixing love and lust.

  I undid their belts, unzipping their flies, unleashing those massive poles right then and there. Their members punched out, released from restraint, standing stiff and proud like flagpoles. And wouldn’t you know it, both cocks already had beads of pre-cum at the tip, Tyler’s sliding down wetly as I gazed at his shaft.

  I bent my head for a quick sip, making him gasp, before I decided we’d be better off in the bedroom. Like a fucking whore, I took a cock in each hand and tugged, pulling my brothers behind me, leading them by the dick as I walked to my room.

  It was fucking marvelous once we stepped over the threshold. I was a bitch in heat, falling to my knees as my brothers crowded around my face, pushing their cocks into my mouth. I licked and sucked furiously, stuffing my cheeks with man meat, draining their pre-cum, grabbing their balls and squeezing as I worked those stiff staffs. And my brothers were deranged men, moaning, grabbing the back of my head as they fucked my mouth, forcing their shafts in deeper, deeper.