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“Of course,” she mewls, reaching down with one hand to pull her folds apart. Her nub is huge and gleaming, ready to be sucked. “This is for you. Both of you.”

We need no further invitation. Immediately, we crowd between those white thighs, lapping at her folds. She tosses her head back, still holding her pussy open as I circle her clit with my tongue. Meanwhile, my brother licks her hole, teasing that sensitive flesh, before pushing his tongue deep inside and spearing her deep.

“Unnnh!” she moans, tugging at her nipples now. “That feels so good!”

But we want it all, and unable to resist, I slide the sports bra up over her head, exposing full, creamy mounds and two hard pink nipples.

“Fuck, you match,” I breathe.

“Match?” she asks in a dazed voice, her eyes slightly unfocused.

“Your nipples match your cunt, sweetheart,” I breathe. “They’re both the same, silky pink.” Then ravenously, I take a dusky tip between my lips and flick my tongue against it. Chrissy moans at the sensation, arching her back and pressing more fully into my mouth. Ryder groans, sliding his tongue in and out of her womanhood.

“When you suck her tits, she gushes hard,” he rasps. “Do it again.”

I oblige, switching from her right tit to her left, and my brother’s delighted rumble lets me know that Chrissy’s creamed heavily onto his tongue.

“Perfect,” he rasps. “You taste delicious, honey.”

But watching my brother drink her juices isn’t enough; I know I need to taste her velvety wetness for myself. I trail my lips down her body until I too find myself at her feminine opening. Ryder and I take turns lapping at the gleaming slit, our tongues savoring her female cream. Then, I lightly trail my tongue downwards until I’m pressing against her back hole. At that, Chrissy sits bolt upright, her face flushed.

“What are you doing?” she squeals. “That’s wrong!”

I merely shake my head and continue to lick.

“No, it’s not wrong. All of you belongs to us, sweetheart, and if I want you to come with my tongue buried in your butt, then you will.”

She falls back against the pillow, mewling and crying as my brother and I savor both holes. Then, spasms begin to shake that curvy form. Her thighs tremble, her breasts jiggle, and suddenly both of her sweet spots contract furiously. Her anal spasm is so strong that my tongue is forced out for a moment, but I manage to squeeze it back in, enjoying her orgasm.

“Oooh!” she screams. “Ryder! Rick!”

Hot gushes of cream leak from her pussy, and my brother laps it all up like a ravenous man. She twists and yelps once more, pulling at her nipples while we enjoy her female essence, both of our tongues buried in her body. But it’s not enough. As Chrissy comes down from Cloud Nine, I pull out and flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees.

“Oh Rick,” she sighs while I press another kiss to her anus. “Yes, take me there.”

“You don’t have to ask twice, sweetheart.” Slowly, I wet my hand with her pussy cream and then rub it over my aching member. It gleams in the light as I probe her ass, and then with a pop, her sphincter gives way.

“Oooh!” she squeals. “Ahhhhh,” Chrissy finishes as I slide deep into her butt.

“You’re a slut, you know that?” I hiss in her ear, bending over that flushed form. “You took my dick in your bottom with one stroke. Now, is that the sign of a butt slut or what?”

But Chrissy’s got more coming because somehow, Ryder’s managed to wiggle beneath her and line his cock up at her pussy.

“Press down, sweetheart,” he growls. “Take my dick into yourself.”

Although her back end’s already filled, Chrissy manages to do as asked, and I can literally feel my brother’s dick rubbing against mine as he slides home.

“Oh!” she squeals once we’re both buried all the way. “I’m double-stuffed!”

“That you are,” I rasp. “And now you’re getting double-pounded.”

Immediately, Rick and I set up a rhythm. He moves in as I move out so that she always has a hard cock inside. Chrissy, meanwhile, is loving it. She holds still, but her face is contorted in delight as her body accepts us both.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “Oh god, YES!”

And with that, a mighty orgasm rips through her frame, so violent that her pussy and ass literally push our cocks out for a moment. But Ryder and I are tenacious if nothing else, and we slide back in on the next pulse. Soon, her contractions are our undoing as well, and both of us roar as we spurt heavy reams of seed into her body.

“Fuck!” yells my brother, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face.

“Oh shit!” I groan while grasping those curvy hips, letting my balls pump wildly into her asshole. She mewls through the ecstasy, a curvy receptacle for our male desires, absolutely feminine and delightful.

Once it’s over, my brother and I pull out, rods still dripping. But before Chrissy can move, we gather behind her to watch.

“What is it?” she pants, exhausted from the frenetic lovemaking. “Is there something I can do?”

“Yes,” I growl. “Push, honey. Push that come out of your body.”

And as we watch from behind, she obeys. A bit of goopy seed wells up at her pussy before dripping in a white stream down one thigh. Then, a bead appears at her asshole too, before spilling over and joining the previous streak. It’s filthy, disgusting, and utterly debauched, but this is how we like it: one woman, filled to the brim with our male essence. The question is: is this what Chrissy wants too?

Chrissy

Three months later.

I smile naughtily to myself while taking a sip of my morning cup of coffee. My life is a thousand times better than I ever imagined it could be, and the best parts are Rick and Ryder Walsh. Did that really happen last night? Did I really let the twins do that to me as I sucked them dry?

It must be true because I’m deliciously achy this morning. I shift slightly in my seat and wince, but my pussy and ass can take it because I know one thing: I definitely can’t get enough of the handsome alpha males. It’s as if I’m addicted, and only a hit of the real stuff can satisfy my cravings.

It’s so wrong because they’re my stepbrothers. Well, former stepbrothers at least. It’s all technicalities, I tell myself, because somehow, I don’t feel bad at all. Instead, I just feel achy and used, in a good way. It’s illicit and forbidden, but I guess that’s the kind of girl I am.

Then again, Rick and Ryder still don’t know my real identity even though we’ve been together three months now. I frown for a moment. I have to tell them. But somehow, I never get around to it. Something always comes up, whether it’s their business, my job, or another round of hot lovemaking. It’s getting ridiculous now. How much longer can I continue this charade?Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I’ll have fun with them tonight, and then tell them who I am, I vow naughtily. Rick and Ryder always in such a good mood after we’ve had a satisfying romp.

With another sly smile, I glance around the penthouse. It’s sumptuous and I can’t help but sigh with happiness because who would have guessed that little old me would end up in such glamorous environs? That first encounter with Rick and Ryder had been fun and surprising, sure, but I thought it was a one-off. Instead, after that night, Rick and Ryder decided to work remotely from Sheridan, and invited me to move in with them.

Initially, I was surprised.

“What about Ayema?” I asked. “Aren’t your headquarters in NYC?”

They grinned and shared a glance.

“Yeah, but that’s the benefit of being co-CEOs,” growled Rick. “We’re the bosses, so we get to decide where to work from.”

“Besides, everything is remote these days,” added Ryder. “With the right technology, it’s the same as being in New York.”

So it was settled. The twins went to the East Coast to sort a few things out, but within a week, they’d purchased a sumptuous penthouse right here in Sheridan, and I moved in with them.

I lean back on the plush white couch, gazing at the fancy artwork on the walls and the decorative statue gracing our coffee table. This is their world, but by default, it’s mine now too. There’s an enormous chef’s kitchen off to one side, and five bedrooms. But it’s okay to have so much space because actually, the twins and I have christened all five bedrooms with our adventurous lovemaking.

But equally amazing is the fact that the Walshes aren’t overbearing assholes. Instead, they can sense talent when they see it, and when they told me that they wanted to invest in my lingerie designs, I was elated and astonished.

“Are you sure?” I asked in a trembling voice. “You’re not doing this because we’re dating, are you?”

Ryder shook his head, his expression serious.

“No, honey, absolutely not. These are incredible drawings, and we can see that you have vision and focus. With Ayema’s resources, your business is going to take off. We have the infrastructure already, so with our expanded design team and distribution channels, you should have no trouble launching your brand.”

As a result, Ayema by Chrissy is currently in the works. It’s not a standalone lingerie brand, at least not yet. The twins convinced me that launching as a line within the larger Ayema family would help get eyeballs and traction for my business. Then, once established, I can think about going independent, although at this point, I’m not even sure that I want to. After all, Ryder and Rick know exactly what they’re doing and I’ve already benefited from their business wisdom and retail experience. So why would I want to leave the fold?