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  But as we neared the table, I got the shock of my life. My brother stiffened too, almost stopping in his tracks. Because there, sitting at the table was the little girl we’d reamed, sweet and pretty, the wildcat tamed with her hands folded demurely in her lap.

  She gasped when she saw us, but recovered quickly, smoothing her expression. She was even more beautiful here than in the club. Her figure was curvaceous, all big boobs and ample hips, with some juice on her backside, you know what I mean? And speaking of juice – we’d felt her personal cream dripping all over our dicks, that pussy hungry and drooling for our shafts.

  But our faces were impassive as the introductions were made.

  “Oh you must be Troy and Tyler!” my dad’s new girlfriend said warmly. “Now Krissy, say hello,” she admonished. The middle-aged woman seemed fine. I guess boring is my dad’s type.

  But her daughter was evidently completely different. Krissy smiled sweetly at us, shaking our hands. “How do you do?” she said with a secret smile.

  My brother and I grunted something in return, I’m not even sure what, we were completely floored by this perverse turn of events.

  But as we sat, my dad took Ann’s hand and spoke. “I wanted this occasion to be special because Ann and I have an announcement to make,” he said, smiling at the middle-aged woman. “Ann and I were married last week in Mexico!” he said triumphantly. “You’re looking at the new Mrs. Lyon!”

  My eyes flashed to her left hand, and sure enough there was a whopper of a diamond, complimented by a new tennis bracelet which gleamed on her wrist. But the jewelry wasn’t a big deal … after all, my dad could afford it.

  It was the realization that Troy and I had fucked this particular girl … our new stepsister, who was now looking at us, aghast, with fury and lust.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Troy

  One thing I have to say is that our new little sister is tenacious. She wants to be a reporter, and the way she sticks to a line of questioning drives Tyler and I nuts.

  “But what do you guys do at Club Luxe?” she asked. “What’s a normal day of work like?”

  I sighed, exasperated. It was 10 a.m. and I’d just gotten back after another night, not day, of working and partying. I was beat and ready for a shower before crashing, hopefully in blessed silence and utter darkness.

  My twin and I own a couple clubs and bars, including the aforementioned Club Luxe. The pressure is intense as a business owner and we work seven days a week, overseeing our sprawling empire.

  But that’s not even half of it because, you see, we’re engaged in a far more illicit and lucrative trade. We manage a ring of escorts, providing model-quality girls to carefully pre-screened clients. So the bars and clubs are perfect fronts, money-making enterprises which are demanding and profitable, but ultimately a cover for the real cash cow.

  But Krissy knew none of this. I could hardly believe the turn of events our lives had taken recently. The girl had come to the club twice, fucking my brother one night and me the next, thinking we were the same person. As identical twins, it can be easy to make that mistake, especially when a woman is overcome by lust and the lights are dim. But the mistake had reached Herculean proportions when we’d gone to a lunch to meet my dad’s new wife and stepdaughter.

  My brother and I had practically stopped in our tracks, the surprise like a massive cannonball to the head. Because the girl we’d fucked was sitting at the table, demure and pretty, her legs crossed as if she hadn’t just done us both.

  “Troy, Tyler, meet your new stepsister,” rumbled my dad. Evidently he’d married Ann in a quickie wedding in Mexico after dating five months. It was fast, but who knows? Old people don’t have that much longer on the earth anyways.

  But the shotgun ceremony also came with an abrupt change in living arrangements. One was that Ann was going to start traveling with my dad on his various business trips. Robert works in oil, and has done for his whole career. A business trip for him might involve a month in Venezuela, followed by three months at a rig in the North Sea. I didn’t know you could bring women to some of these places, but I guess my dad is high level enough now such that spouses are permitted.

  But the fall-out is that Krissy moved in with me and my brother. At first, we’d protested. Our bachelor pad is no place for a teen girl, even one who considers herself “enlightened.”

  “No Dad, no fucking way, absolutely not,” ground out my brother. “She’s a teenage female. No fucking way.”

  “Isn’t there some place else she could go?” I asked, bewildered. “I mean, seriously, boarding school or some shit like that?”

  Robert had frowned.

  “Krissy is a senior in high school, and it’d be cruel to make her transfer now. She’s already applied to college, and it’s only six months before she leaves. It’s temporary,” he assured. “You’ll survive.”

  I was tempted to hit my father with the truth, that my brother and I are pimps who fuck and suck a rotating crowd of women non-stop at our apartment. But fuck it. It was only six months, and while it’d be a serious cramp in our style, we understood that he wanted things to go smoothly with his new family.

  But it meant that my brother and I had to put up with a brat for the next six months, right under our noses.

  “Come on Troy,” Krissy continued, batting her lashes at me. “What did you get up to last night? How was work?”

  If only she knew. I’d bounced two losers out of the club hard, before retreating to the back room for some wheeling and dealing. A new girl was trying out last night, and Tyler and I had observed a seductive strip-tease, followed by a one-on-one session with a vibrator to gage her fit for the job. Fortunately, the vibrator had been a ten incher, and she was perfect “fit,” you get me?

  But no way was I telling my little sister any of that.

  “You know, same ole same ole,” I said yawning. Fuck, I was tired. “Listen Kris, I gotta crash. Shit has been hitting the fan like a fucking nuclear bomb, I gotta be up in a few hours to do business again. So scram,” I said, not unkindly, heading up the stairs. Hopefully she’d be gone by the time I woke up, and I could focus on what really mattered … the new shipment of girls coming in.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Krissy

  Fuck! Troy had blown me off again. Since moving in with my new brothers two weeks ago, I’d made absolutely no progress researching the entertainment industry. They were like stone walls, blocking me at every turn, no quarter whatsoever.

  I’d tried my hardest too. I was always walking around in seductive outfits to get them to take me to the club. Gone were my comfy plaid PJ’s, I’d traded them for silky sweet night things that barely covered my breasts, my curves on display. Plus, I’d invested in some bikinis, hoping that they’d be tempted to join me out by the pool sometime, maybe going for a skinny dip in the warm water.

  But no such luck. It turns out that my brothers work like fiends. I mean, I know they’re ambitious, but Troy and Tyler are a bartender and bouncer respectively. I don’t see why they have to be gone all the time, coming home to crash before heading back out immediately. Obviously, Darren, my ex, is long gone. That loser with the little prick has nothing to offer compared to my brothers.

  I guess ever since fucking my steps, my inner woman has blossomed, and I’m doubly alert to their male rhythms. Sometimes I dream of Troy and Tyler’s cocks, of how I struggled to take their members in me, my little body tight and wet, only to wake up panting and frustrated. And now I was in their vicinity, their apartment a constant reminder of them, the furniture masculine, male articles of clothing strewn about. Picking up a sweater, I lifted it to my nose. Was I being gross? But the scent was woody and citrusy at once, a stark reminder of Troy and Tyler. Fuck, my cunny was dripping again.

  I could hear the shower from the hallway, Troy humming as the water pounded. The door was slightly ajar, and I nudged it a bit forward, just enough to see through the crack. The sight made my breath catch.

  Wat
er sluiced off of Troy’s back, rivulets tracing the heavy musculature, his tats gorgeous and almost alive in the steamy heat. His hair trailed wetly, and I watched as the shower pounded his lower back, trailing to his ass, that piece of male flesh hard and firm before moving down his heavy thighs.

  As he turned slightly, I gasped aloud. Yes, his dick was big, but even more so … he was aroused. In my memories, I’d forgotten how hard, hot and thick a piece of live cock can be, and the penis before me was all that and then some. He was at least ten inches, his member bulging, sticking straight out from his body, deep purple from arousal, the head juicy and engorged. And he was stroking it – the humming I’d heard was actually moaning, my brother with one arm braced on the shower wall as he palmed himself.

  “Fuuuck,” he groaned low in his throat, his hand squeezing along that fat shaft, a pearl of pre-cum bubbling at the tip. “Fuuuuck, Krissy …” he panted.

  I gasped. Had he just called my name? Evidently so because in the next second, I heard another “Krisssssy, unnnnnf,” unmistakably calling me.

  I was beyond turned on, mesmerized as the bead of pre-cum at his tip grew, dripping wetly off his penis to trail to the shower floor. I desperately wanted to taste that cum, and there was only one way to get it. Shouldering the door open, I stepped into the steamy bathroom and stripped off my bikini, totally bare, my snatch bald and glistening, my breasts jiggling slightly as I smiled.

  “Brother,” I purred seductively. “I’m here.”

  His head snapped up in the stall, his eyes uncomprehending for a moment as he took in my naked form. Pressing my advantage, I cupped my breasts, lifting one to my mouth for a sweet suckle before hitching one of my feet on the toilet stall and baring my cunt. Holding my lips open, I cooed, “You want some of this?”

  My moist pink insides glistened in the light, my channel hot and tight, winking at his dick. I thought he’d be on me in an instant, but instead Troy frowned. “Get out,” he growled, his eyebrows lowering in anger. “Leave, now.”

  But I wasn’t deterred. My prize was so near, and I was so hungry, so desperate.

  “Why big brother?” I purred. “Don’t you want some of this?”

  This time I turned so that my back was to the stall and bent over, lifting my naked ass in the air. I reached around and pulled my butt cheeks apart, revealing my cunny and anus, showing him my inner pink as well as the little pucker in back.

  This time, Troy couldn’t resist. A big arm snaked out and wrapped around my waist, dragging me into the shower stall. I gasped, both from the scalding water and from the feel of hard, hot male pressed against me, not an inch separating our slick bodies.

  “Is this what you want, little sis? Is this it?” he growled in my ear, as his hand quested through my folds. I creamed immediately, reaching up to circle my arms around his neck, writhing and moaning.

  “Ah ah … Troy!” I squeaked, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. Unable to help myself, I bit him on the shoulder as his clever fingers fucked me, pressing into my tightness, sliding two, and then three digits into my channel.

  “Uh uh uh,” I moaned as he finger fucked me, feeling so tight, so filled up already, the hard pumps driving me to the edge. But just as I was about to come, he pulled out and dropped to his knees, his mouth fastening onto my cunny.

  I screamed as he formed a hard suction, taking all of my pussy flesh between his lips. My slick juices were everywhere, covering his chin, sliding down his throat as he fucked me with his mouth, pressing his tongue deep into my channel before circling my clit, lapping that little nub and giving it a hard rub. I would have collapsed, my legs too weak to stand, except that Troy had it all under control. With a lightning fast thrust, he stood and fucked into me, forcing my little pussy onto that hard shaft.

  It was just like the first time. He was so big that I couldn’t take it in one try. Instead, his penis went in an inch or two, lifting me in the air, my cunny struggling to accommodate him. I wriggled and writhed, spreading my thighs, letting my juice drip, and after bit of squirming, creaming, and moaning, he slipped in more, stretching me as if I were being split in two.

  This time my legs circled his waist, and I clung to him, desperately aroused, pressing kisses against his strong neck as his dick took me below. With a mighty thrust, he lifted my hips and shoved me all the way down on his cock, his fuckpole impaling me completely, claiming what was his.

  “Ahhhh fuck,” he ground out, savoring the hot clench of my puss. With a slow sucking sound, he drew out, before slamming my hips back down, my twat with no choice but to accept the deep penetration.

  “Troy, my brother, oh god,” I gasped as he pummeled me, that donkey dong driving me to the heights of ecstasy, forcing me to give it up every which way, cream spurting from both of us. Like a volcano, my orgasm rushed upwards, my pussy twitching and spasming on the dick inside, clamping down hard on the organ which was giving me so much pleasure.

  Troy too, erupted. Biting my throat, he fucked multiple deposits of semen into my little body, each spurt like an explosion of lava, coating my ovaries, spreading his seed over my fertile plains.

  “Brother, yes, that feels good,” I panted against his ear. I’d have a hickey tomorrow which might be hard to explain, better to wear a turtleneck. But Troy had no such reservations, and instead bit down again, hoisting me around his hips as he shouldered us out of the shower.

  We were dripping wet when we landed on his bed, his dick still in me, and he didn’t bother to pull out as he lapped my breasts again.

  “So little girl, get what you wanted?” he rumbled, his big form crushing me into the bedspread, a delicious weight.

  “Yes … no,” I said coyly.

  He gave me a hard stare.

  “Don’t tell me you didn’t come like a fucking house on fire,” he ground out, his eyes flashing, his pole twitching in my body again.

  “No brother,” I said soothingly, trailing my hands over that hard chest, tracing the outline of a tattoo. “You were amazing in bed,” I smiled. “I just want to go to the club with you tomorrow night,” I clarified. “You know, so that I can write up an article for my school paper?”

  He snorted and dropped his head, burying his face in my neck where I couldn’t see.

  “Krissy, you’re eighteen, you can’t work at the club. No one under 21 can work in an establishment that sells liquor,” he said exasperatedly.

  “I know, I know,” I soothed, stroking his shoulders. “I don’t have to get paid, I don’t want you to break any laws. How about if I volunteer as the coat check girl? I’ll be by myself in a little box the entire night. How risky could that be?” I asked.

  My only answer was another snort from my brother as he nuzzled my neck. But I could smell victory, and a little smile crept onto my face. I would be spending more time with my brothers … and doing a little digging myself.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Kristen

  So I’d gotten what I wanted. Troy had brought me to the club, introducing me to the staff, but making no mention that I was his sister. Tyler’s eyebrows shot up when I appeared, but he didn’t say anything, instead turning back to chat with an intimidating-looking guy. Funny, everyone at the club treated my brothers deferentially, like they were in charge or something. Maybe it was because the Lyon twins had been in the entertainment business so long, they had some kind of mystique.

  But here I was in the coat check booth, smothered by outerwear in all directions. Jackets literally hung over my head, to my left, to my right, in back, everywhere. And it was pretty dull. Although there were some nice tips, it was dull and mechanical and I rested my chin on my hands, letting out a bored sigh.

  I mean, how was I supposed to get my expose this way? But first things first, I reminded myself. It was already a huge accomplishment to worm myself into Troy’s good graces so that I was here, working at Club Luxe.

  “Two jackets please,” drawled a woman in a skimpy dress. My mouth flew open because she was one of the
most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Straight out of the pages of a fashion magazine, she must have been six feet tall, with shiny straight blonde hair and a svelte, sinuous body. She was squeezed into a tiny white dress with strategically-placed cut-outs highlighting her breasts, waist and hips.

  Her friend was just as gorgeous. The second woman was dark to the other’s light, with a trail of jet-black hair, her blue eyes like flashing lights. She too, must have been at least six feet tall, her lean figure emphasized by stilettos and a tiny mini-dress, red and sparkly.

  The blonde held out two mink coats to me, and I automatically took them, saying “Five dollars please,” like a dumb parrot.

  “Oleg, do you have any money?” asked the blonde. Despite the fact that she was carrying a tiny purse, she didn’t bother to get out her wallet. A big oaf of a guy, the kind who looks like he’s all brawn and no brain, handed me five dollars before stepping silently back into the shadows.

  “Thanks baby,” the blonde said. Turning to me, she glanced carelessly at my outfit before mentally dismissing me. I knew I wasn’t competition because I wasn’t beautiful like her, but I’d dressed up, and my outfit complemented my curves.

  “Honey, do you know where the management office is?” she drawled with a faint trace of a European accent. “We’re here to see Troy and Tyler,” she purred.

  I flushed at the sound of my brothers’ names.

  “Um, I think it’s by the back wall, to the right of the DJ booth,” I said meekly.

  “Thanks baby,” she said before sweeping away, her friend following languidly.

  I gawped at them. Why were those two women here to see my brothers? My mind worked furiously as I pondered the options.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Tyler

  Krissy working here is ridiculous. I don’t know what Troy was thinking, but he seems to have lost his fucking mind.