Page 16 of Double Massive: A Twin Stepbrother Romance
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kacey
I gasped. I’ve walked past fancy buildings in New York but I’ve never actually been invited into one. It was the kind of thing that we talked about at the strip club, half-jokingly but with a sense of wistfulness.
“One day, my prince is going to whisk me off and I’m going to live in the Time Warner Center,” said Jumee, a cute button of a girl who’d only started recently.
“Yeah, yeah,” scoffed Linda. “Why would you want Time Warner? Go for 15 Central Park West, that’s where the real moolah is.”
And the chatter went on, these hypothetical palaces where we’d eventually find ourselves, away from the dingy back room of the strip club. Of course, this was all pie in the sky. Most of us didn’t have any skills other than stripping, and no education, friends or family as fallbacks either.
So it was with a sense of wonder that I stepped into the imposing lobby. There were two doormen, wearing uniforms complete with natty bellhop caps and white gloves. Amazing! And an elevator too – what I wouldn’t give for one when hauling groceries up the four flights of stairs in my walk-up.
And so I’d ridden the elevator with my brothers, feeling very small between their twin forms. Shamefully, in the confined space I’d become aroused again, my nips poking against my flimsy dress, my vee moistening. I was so glad that I’d worn something pretty today instead of raggedy shorts and a t-shirt.
And when Lance opened the door to his apartment, the view made me catch my breath. He had floor to ceiling views of the Hudson River, the sunlight sparkling off the waves. It was a reminder that we were surrounded by nature, even living in the middle of the concrete jungle.
“Wow,” I breathed, giving him a dazzling smile. “This is amazing.”
“Mm-hmm,” said Logan as he deposited my suitcase into a spare room. “I keep telling him to move higher-up, but he says that the view on the twenty-fifth is good enough already.”
Higher up? It already felt like we were in the clouds, soaring among birds, and yet Lance was contemplating moving even further into the sky?
But before I could say anything, Logan passed me a drink, pausing before giving me a frown.
“Are you legal drinking age yet?” he asked.
“Um … technically, no,” I said. “The Donkey Club thinks I’m twenty-one, but I’m nineteen,” I muttered, my head down.
“Give it to her, she’s being supervised by her older brothers,” drawled Lance, throwing me another wicked smile.
And I took a sip of the drink, which burned, fiery and tingly down my throat. What a load of difference expensive bourbon is, vastly unlike the swill I sometimes downed at the Donkey Club.
“So,” said Lance, sitting next to me on the couch, letting a big hand trail on my leg. “What do we do next?”
I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked softly.
“Well, Logan and I were mighty disappointed when we weren’t able to get to know you better after the Gonzo Size contest,” he said, stroking my thigh. “But it seems that fate has brought you back into our arms.”
Was it my imagination or were his fingers fluttering closer and closer to my puss? I could feel the heat in my vee like a bright bulb, emanating in waves.
“Yeah,” said Logan, seating himself on my other side. “We know each other well already, wouldn’t you agree?” he said, arching an eyebrow at me mischievously, trailing light fingers over my shoulder. “I think we already crossed the line at the Donkey Club,” he added with a smirk.
But I was still confused. “But … you can’t mean …” I gasped. “I mean, we’re siblings now, like my mom said,” I murmured. “You can’t be serious. Are you saying we should have sex together? Like brothers and sisters having sex?”
“No baby, it’s not like brothers and sisters,” soothed Lance. “We’re not really related, and let’s be honest, we just set eyes on you for the first time two weeks ago. We’re practically strangers,” he finished.
And he was right on those points. I’d never seen these men before they stepped into the Donkey Club, but they’d been haunting my thoughts ever since. And fuck, they were so handsome, so domineering with their twin green gazes fixed on my body.
I have to say, I was desperate. It was like a dream come true for me, and I caved under those hot, hungry looks.
“Okay,” I whispered. “But just this once.”
My brothers smiled and kissed me gently, first Lance and Logan, their hands stroking my curves, savoring the womanly flesh. “You won’t regret it, little sister,” murmured Lance into my ear.
And their stroking picked up the pace. Before I realized it, they’d pulled the dress from me, the cotton candy confection discarded on the floor. I was wearing nothing underneath except tiny pink panties and thigh-high stockings with my pink heels. The men gazed as me ravenously, eyes devouring me, almost shooting sparks it was so hot.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” breathed Logan.