DOUBLE MASSIVE: A Twin Stepbrother Romance Read online

  Cole and Landon stood there, my hero stepbrothers, rage in their eyes as they glared at my attacker. In person, I realized he was only a poor simulation of my brothers, like a B-rated version of the Mona Lisa. With the originals present, he was nothing compared to their masculinity, the aura of alpha radiating from their forms.

  “Get the fuck away,” growled Cole, a nasty gleam in his eye.

  “Fuck off dipshit,” added Landon, his massive bulk imposing and threatening at once.

  My “date” was spineless and weak and slunk off without even a backwards look, disappearing into the mass of bodies. My stepbrothers turned towards me, their gazes like twin lightning bolts, glancing over my barely-clad body before flicking away.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Morgan?” asked Cole. “Why are you even here? Don’t you have some homework or something?”

  “I … I…” I stuttered. I was at a total loss for words, and could hardly explain the skimpy outfit I was wearing. “I was lonely at the hotel, and thought I’d look for you guys,” I said in a small voice.

  A big fist clamped onto my upper arm and I found myself dragged out of the club at light speed, my brothers hustling me like a precious package into the parking lot. They manhandled me into the car and before I knew it, we were back at the hotel.

  “You were lonely, eh?” drawled Landon, one eyebrow raised.

  “Tell us more,” said Cole.

  “Well, you know …” I muttered. Now that the moment was here, I was oddly shy feeling their twin gazes on my legs, their hot glances trailing over my curves, my cunny growing weak and wet at once.

  “Tell us,” demanded Cole.

  “Well, it’s that you guys are always with girls,” I gasped, finally fessing up. “Every girl but me! It’s so horrible listening to you guys every night. I’m a virgin and it’s pure torture! I need you! I need you both!” I cried, flushing hotly, ashamed and yet excited at once.

  “Need us both, eh?” drawled Cole, looking over at his brother. “Morgan, do you know what you’re saying?” he asked slowly.

  “No … I mean, yes!” I amended quickly. “I’m inexperienced but I’m ready,” I said hastily. “I can do it, and I love both of you, you’re my brothers …” my voice trailed off again.

  “Exactly,” said Landon. “We’re your stepbrothers … and taking you isn’t exactly the kosher thing to do, you with me?”

  “Yes,” I said in a soft voice. “But it’s what I want,” I said, looking deeply into their eyes.

  And a final glance between the twins sealed the deal. Landon leaned back and put his hands behind his head, his lean frame stretched out on the couch.

  “Well Morgan,” he drawled, looking me up and down. “Which one of us do you want first then?”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Cole

  The day had finally come. Our sweet little stepsis had made it more than clear that she wanted us, no needed us. And we were more than happy to oblige. Morgan was delectable. Her big hazel eyes looked at us with pure innocence, trusting us to be her firsts on this incredible journey.

  And it was going to be phenomenal because as identical twins, Landon and I do everything together, including women. We’ve fucked more than our fair share, and I hate to say it, but women can be sluts. Let’s just say that a lot of women secretly want ménage, and when opportunity presents itself in the shape of handsome twins, the women never say no.

  So Landon and I have fucked a swath since turning fourteen. It’s been fun. But when we moved into Gerald’s home, we had a different plan … fuck and suck was way too simple for what we had in store.

  And finally, she was ready. After months of looking at us with puppy dog eyes, Morgan sat on the couch, her legs primly crossed in that pink confection of a dress, looking more like a delectable piece of candy than a sexpot. But she was gorgeous. Her breasts were full and lush, the pouty nipples visible under the fabric, hot and aroused, her skin flushed with excitement as her eyes begged with anticipation.

  Cole made the first move. Lifting her hair, he placed a sweet kiss beneath her ear, seating himself on the couch next to her. She moaned a bit and leaned towards him, pressing that tiny body against his hard form.

  “Brother, please,” she breathed sweetly.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. A big finger traced her décolletage, running lightly over the sweetheart neckline before pulling down the dress to reveal her creamy, luscious mounds. They were pure white with deep pink tips and I sat on Morgan’s other side, bending my head to suckle deeply, rolling her right nipple around in my mouth.

  “Oh!” Morgan gasped, throwing her head back, her lips parting wetly.

  Cole took her other tit in his mouth and we began devouring her, giving the virgin no quarter. Her boobs were Double Ds and bounced from the assault, as I tried to get as much creaminess into my mouth as possible. Cole, meanwhile, was massaging her breast as he pulled, stroking the sweet flesh, milking her udders for all they were worth.

  “Mmmm!” Morgan moaned, squirming between us, her hands automatically moving towards our crotches, seeking those hard, hot bulges.

  I chuckled deeply. This was a little girl with good instincts. Not only did she instinctively go for the gold, but she knew to be fair between two men. I ran a big hand up her thigh and trailed it gently in that shadowy vee, grazing the seam between her thigh and pussy. She drew back at first, initially hesitant, but then relaxed and gave herself up to the pleasure.

  “Yes, Landon,” she begged, as Cole continued to suck and massage her breast. I slowly slipped her dress up until it was scrunched up around her waist, showing off the tiniest pair of pink lace panties. Hmm, what a surprise. I never would have guessed that our artist was interested in things like lingerie, but it fucking turned me on. I could see the outline of her labia through the lacy material, and trailed my forefinger down one luscious lip, before running it up her other side. She was engorged already and I could feel the heat streaming from her hole, the moisture and humidity overwhelming.

  Teasingly, I ran my finger over the little nub that poked through the fabric. Her clit was so stiff and rigid that it pushed out from between her labia, and Morgan’s resulting shudder and cry of “Ohhhh!” told me all I needed to know. The little girl was ready for the taking. Fortunately, Landon and I have de-virginized a couple girls and know how to ease a pussy onto its first dick.

  I slipped Morgan’s panties to the side, exposing her sassy little twat and pulled her down on the couch so that her ass was at the edge. While Cole continued to suckle her breasts, playing with her nips, I spread her legs and opened up her labia for a first look at that deep pink inner channel. It glistened wetly, her juices flowing and I touched my finger to the little hole where our dicks would go. Then I ran my finger up to her clit, pulling and tugging at the little nub before settling into a rhythmic stroke.

  The little girl moaned heavily, the sight of two men working her breasts and pussy a new experience.

  “Brother,” she panted, “please …”

  I was more than happy to oblige. Lowering my head, I took my first lick of my sister’s pussy. It was tangy and sweet, her virgin smell intoxicating yet plush, ready for her transition to womanhood. She squealed beneath me, her hips squirming futilely under my mouth, but I held her firm and continued taking long, slow laps of that tangy twat.

  “Aieeee!” she screamed. “Brother, please!”

  “I know,” I murmured into her pussy. “We’ll take care of you baby.”

  Cole nodded his assent from above and reached up to capture her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, all the while pulling and tugging gently at her nipples. Her breasts, I saw with satisfaction, were slickly wet with our saliva.

  I eased my middle finger into that tight little hole, letting her feel her first penetration. Her walls were unusually tight, sucking my finger hungrily, the plushness like a vacuum against my digit. Fuck, this was going to be harder than I thought.

  But I wanted little si
s to enjoy it as much as possible. I began running my finger in and out of her wetness, penetrating that slick flesh again and again as I tongued her clit, alternately sucking and licking the nub, Cole kissing her as he stroked and pinched her breasts. The little girl was close to the edge, and sure enough, I felt her begin to crest, her body undulating with waves of ecstasy.

  “Brother!” she wailed as Cole shushed her, her pussy creaming hotly in my hand. I took that moment to rear up and position my dick at her opening, slathering it in her warm vaginal fluids. Fuck, the clear liquid turned me on, it was tangy yet feminine, the stickiness coating my stiffness in her personal brand of female juice.

  I pushed an inch inside, and Morgan’s eyes flew open, even as her pussy contracted with spasms of ecstasy.

  “Shhh,” hushed Cole. “Landon’s going to go easy on you.”

  I hoped I’d be able to. The little girl was so nubile, so ripe for the taking, that my balls already felt like they were going to burst. There was no easy way to go about this, and so I reached a finger down and toyed with her clit, augmenting her orgasm as I thrust forward deep, hard and fast.

  “Aiiee!” came her shocked scream, her pussy clenching in ecstasy and pain around my stiff shaft.

  “Hush baby,” shushed Cole again, as I furiously stroked her clit, holding still inside her tight body, letting her adjust. “It gets better, I promise,” he whispered to her.

  I began moving slowly in that snug sheath, her wetness cushioning me, embracing my cock as it adjusted to my girth. I could tell that Morgan was still in shock, but she slowly began moving with me, undulating her hips in time with my slow thrusts.

  “Brother,” she panted, her breasts rosy and full as they jiggled in time to the steady rhythm, “Landon … Cole …” she gasped, her breathing ragged. “More …”

  And I shot into action. I began pummeling at light speed, my balls lifting against my body as my shaft penetrated her deepest depths, bumping up against her cervix. The little girl moaned and writhed beneath me, her breasts rosy as my brother suckled one nip, then the other. I felt the pressure building and with a loud “FUCK!” came hard into my sister, spraying her cunt with rope after rope of man milk.

  Cole immediately got up, standing behind me as I fucked my seed into our fertile little girl, spraying her ovaries with my creamy white. As soon as I pulled out, he knelt and pushed deeply into her pussy, my semen dripping from her cunt as my brother took our little bride.

  “Unnf,” he grunted. I guess the feel of the tight twat was a surprise to him as well –you don’t often meet girls who are so small. But Morgan squealed with pleasure and pain at once, her pussy walls wet and creamy, squeezing my brother’s cock. Cole was relentless. Without losing a beat, he fucked Morgan hard and fast, not letting her rest or adjust to the second dick deep inside her twat.

  But the little girl didn’t seem to mind. She moaned and squealed as I stroked her hair, kissing her and murmuring sweet nothings into her ear.

  “Baby, you’re the sweetest little sister,” I breathed. “Cole and I have been waiting to do you ever since we moved in,” I confided, and her eyes flew open in shock as my brother ravaged her cunny. She pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth and I felt the electricity between us as Cole pounded, her little body moving up and down with his motions.

  With a roar, my brother erupted, his seed breeding her fertile plains, spraying that sweet cunny with sperm, pumping her full of ejaculate. And Morgan’s pussy spasmed as well, pulling each pump of man milk deep inside, eating up that precious fluid like it was pure gold.

  With a final thrust, Cole pushed once more into her sweet, tight body, and pulled out, a tell-tale circle of red at the base of his cock. I looked down and saw that I had that same scarlet ring at the bottom of my fuckpole, evidence of Morgan’s virginity. We looked at each other and knew that something illicit, erotic, and yet totally irresistible had begun … a trio with our beautiful, nubile little sister.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Morgan

  I lay between my brothers, nude and panting, happily sated and over the moon. Landon trailed his fingers up my thigh, teasing me, letting them rest lightly against my pussy, but not pressing or touching too hard. Cole lay on the other side of me, nibbling my ear, gently stroking my hair as I tried to recover from their ministrations.

  It’s been an awesome two days. We’ve given up any pretense of even looking at schools, instead spending the time in bed, fucking, sucking, ordering room service, and enjoying each other’s bodies.

  Taking two men was intimidating at first, but I’ve gotten into the swing of things. That first time … oh my god, I’m creaming just thinking about it again. Landon and Cole were demanding, but gentle at the same time. I’d imagined it so many times in my head, but it’d kind of been vague you know? Like I wasn’t sure exactly which body part was going to go where.

  But reality was a thousand times better. Landon and Cole stroked me, bringing me to a high before putting their rods in me. And at first I thought just one would come in me, maybe the other in my hand or mouth or something. But it turns out that they both like coming in pussy, and so no matter how exhausted I am, I always take them both deep between my legs.

  It’s been exhilarating to say the least. Turning to kiss Cole, I asked, “So are we going to see Bowdoin today?”

  He rumbled deep in his throat. “Do you think you can walk?” he said with a sly smile, gently cupping my softness.

  Landon chuckled as well, his hand lightly skimming my curves. “Little Sis, we haven’t let you out of bed for two days now, you’ll be as unsteady as a fawn.”

  “No I’ll be fine!” I exclaimed, stretching and flexing my hips a bit, pulling in my abdomen to see if I was sore. Okay, so there was a bit of throbbing down there, but I was sure I could manage.

  “Let me get ready,” I said, smiling sweetly at them. “I’ll be out in a flash,” I promised, jumping up from the bed. Ouch! That hurt more than I expected, and I had serious second thoughts. But I made myself hobble over to the bathroom.

  “Bowdoin is my top choice!” I called out from the en suite. “Come see it with me, please?”

  I could hear rumblings outside. Neither Cole nor Landon were interested in college. To be honest, I’m not sure exactly what they planned to do, maybe become party promoters or something. I knew that they sometimes organized parties for the kids at their high school, which were popular and well-attended. But college? Zero importance.

  Surprisingly though, they agreed.

  “Sure little sis, we’ll come along for the ride,” Landon said amiably, pulling a tee shirt over his head. My stomach fluttered. I was looking forward to seeing the leafy campus with these two gorgeous men in tow, my first time stepping out with my brothers. I wasn’t sure how it was going to work … I mean, were they my boyfriends now, or were we going to play it safe with the whole brother/sister charade?

  I didn’t know, but putting on a flirty yellow sundress, I planned to find out.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Landon

  She seemed to be growing up before our eyes. She’d always been sassy, fun and playful, but she’d kinda been … I don’t know, a nerd I guess? Morgan with the big brown eyes, even bigger glasses, and pencil-thin, geeky look. But overnight, she’d blossomed.

  She came out of the bathroom looking like a rose in bloom, wearing a yellow halter-neck sundress, her hair swept up in some complicated way. I liked it, and I know my brother did too. Still slim, but her boobs actually filled out the top of the dress, her hips narrow with a little bubble butt that was totally fuckable.

  Because that’s how disgusting we are. We’re her brothers, yet anal is totally on the menu. The poor little girl just had her virginity taken not days ago, and already I’m planning her graduation to the next level.

  Because she’s a mystery, this one. I admit, Cole and I just wanted to use and abuse her before. Not that we were looking forward to deflowering a skinny virgin, but we wanted revenge on Gerald
, our dad. She was his daughter, his responsibility, his … property almost, with the way he’d bought and paid for her, moving her into that big house, forking over a ransom for tuition. We wanted to take something from him, demeaning him in the process.

  And so Cole and I waited. Women have always liked us, and Morgan was no exception. She’d grow attached over time, all the better to make the break-up that much more devastating.

  But she was so sweet and trusting, and goddamn it, it made me feel bad.

  “Landon,” she murmured. “Help me with the zip?”

  She twirled around, showing me that flawless back narrowing into a tiny waist, and fuck if I didn’t get hard again, my cock punching against my fly at her beauty. But she twirled, teasing me, and wiggled a bit.

  “Come on!” she smiled. “I want to get to Bowdoin, they have a sculpture curriculum that’s out of this world.”

  And tongue-tied, I zipped her up and we piled into the car to head to campus. That’s the thing. The little girl is a mass of contradictions that my brother and I can’t wrap our heads around it. We’d started this whole thing with nasty intentions, but it just doesn’t seem that relevant anymore. What were we hoping to achieve by deflowering and sodomizing our little sister? Oh right, make Gerald spend a shit-ton on legal fees, protecting … who exactly? Us? Morgan? Morgan’s mom? Who knows? His allegiances would be so torn up that he’d probably end up getting a divorce.

  Oh right. Sodomize and humiliate Morgan so that her mom would divorce our cocksucker dad. I was more than a little confused by the status of our plan, but if Morgan was the horse that we were going to ride, then so be it.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Cole

  I could tell Landon was having second thoughts too. It’s hard not to like Morgan. There’s the whole aspect of taking candy from a baby for one, she’s so trusting, but she’s … sweet too, with an edge of sassiness. I see Landon falling under her spell, the way he jumps up when she calls, the way he smiles like she’s a welcome breath of fresh air. And unfortunately, I’m the same way, drawn to her warmth like the sun.