Page 17 of Double Massive: A Twin Stepbrother Romance

“Absolutely perfect,” agreed Lance, a gleam in his eye.

My brothers molded me as if I were the most precious treasure they’d ever held. They weighed my tits in their hands, squeezing the soft, malleable flesh, rolling my nipples between their fingers before dipping their heads to suckle, their tongues tracing circles around my areola.

“Oh!” I sighed. “Yes brothers, that feels good.”

The sucking intensified, their twin dark heads bent to my breasts, licking, squeezing, nipping, the sight so erotic I creamed slightly between my legs. Their hands explored my body too, gripping the soft flesh of my thighs, trailing closer to the inexorable heat of my cunt.

“Ahhh!” I gasped as Lance wiggled a finger against the damp spot on my panties. “Oh!” I breathed as he pushed in a bit, letting his finger dip into that sweet heat.

“Mmm, you like this don’t you?” he asked wickedly, looking at me with hungry eyes. With a swift twist of his wrist, he swept my panties to the side, scrunching them into the soft gap between my leg and snatch. My chubby pussy was bare, glistening and engorged, dying for their attention.

But instead of playing with my cunny, making me feel good, my brothers wanted a show.

“Go on,” nudged Logan, helping me to my feet. I could hardly stand, I was so aroused, tottering in my high heels, my puss exposed.

“Show us those delicious assets,” rumbled Lance, leaning back, spreading his arms over the back of the sofa.

And so I started to do what I knew best. No music was necessary, I was able to sway to a beat in my head, and it helped that I actually wanted to fuck my customers this time, to feel those meaty, hard poles in my snatch. Reading my mind, my brothers unzipped their pants slowly, letting their fleshy, deep pink members pop out, waving in the air, pointing straight to the sky.

I almost cried, I wanted to feel those hot fuckpoles in me again, stuffing my hot box. And I knew if I danced well, it would come sooner rather than later. So I swayed my hips, lifting a breast in each hand. I have huge Double D’s and lovingly, I caressed them, making sure to outline their sweet circular shape, pinching and twisting my nipples. I lifted one to my mouth, the flesh heavy and pendulous, and licked the tit with my tongue, all the time making electric eye contact with my brothers.

They groaned, throwing their heads back, their hands stroking their shafts furiously. With a coy smile, I noted that both of their dicks were wet, Lance’s leaking so hard and fast that his cock was already shiny and moist, ready to fuck.

Feeling beautiful and confident, I swirled in my heels, lusciously shaking my ass and grinding a bit, doing a body roll that emphasized my curvy shape. Tantalizingly, I pulled at the edges of my panties, teasing my brothers as I slowly slipped the fabric off my hips.

With a flourish, I stepped out of the tiny bit of lace and threw it at Logan. He stopped beating his dick for a moment, catching the pair in mid-air and holding them up to his face for a deep sniff.

“Fuck, sister,” he groaned. “You’re fucking roses and cream,” he rumbled, his massive fifteen incher growing even larger before my eyes.

Mmm, I liked that. So my personal scent was sweet and enticing, huh? I smiled at him lovingly, coming to dance between his legs, shaking my breasts, letting him get a good look at my cunny. To help, I slipped down two fingers and parted my vaginal lips, the insides steamy pink and hot. Before he could lift a hand to touch, I backed away, and instead, leaned forward, letting my boobs dangle in his face.

“Suck it, big boy,” I cooed. And he did. His lips found a hard nipple, the flesh puffy and yet malleable at once, drawing on it like a hungry baby, his hands reaching blindly to stroke my waist, my hips, my thighs. I obliged and let him get a few strokes in, even letting his hand run wetly through my legs once, before backing off again.

“Your turn, brother,” I said, turning to Lance. And man, this guy was ready. While I’d been teasing his brother, he’d stripped bare, and now I was greeted by the sight of a six four god. I kid you not. I’d never seen them naked, and now that I had, I was glad I’d consented to this night of debauchery.

Lance’s chest was broad and developed, the pecs heavy, made of carved steel, narrowing to a manly waist with a six-pack of abs. His thighs were thick and masculine, like tree trunks, his biceps bulging with muscle. But most of all was the look in his eyes. A bright, flashing green, hungry like a wolf, eating every inch of my body up although he’d barely touched me yet.

And I shimmied over to him, like a moth drawn to flame. I tried the same trick on him as I had Logan, bouncing my breasts in his face, but he was having none of it. I guess his dick was too hard to bother with anything but cunt. He spun me around and pressed my back down, forcing me to bend over before burying his face in my snatch, licking me clit to anus.

“Oh!” I squealed. Of course, I’ve had my pussy licked many times because customers will taste me when I’m on stage sometimes, tipping me extra for the chance to sample my cream. But this was different. Lance’s tongue was like a sinuous snake, slipping and sliding between my folds, slurping my female juice like it was ambrosia. My nectar ran hard, and he trailed each nook and cranny of my vaginal folds with his tongue, drinking it all up, letting it slide down his throat.

But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to make sure to get inside me, and pushed me over even further, so that I was gripping my ankles, my puss bared to him from behind. Forcing my legs into a wide vee, he held my labia open, so that I was shockingly, daringly exposed. And I’m a stripper and a whore, but I’ve never been inspected so thoroughly. At first, I felt nothing but his gaze, the warm gusts of air as he breathed in my femininity, his mouth so close and yet so far from my steaming twat.

Finally with a growl, he dove in, face-planting himself in my channel, his tongue questing as far up into my little hole as it could go. Desperately he fucked me with his mouth, his tongue a small penis as it penetrated me over and over again.

And fuck, I lost it right then and there. Without any warning, a rush overcame me, starting in the center of my cunny, delicious tingles emanating all the way from that sweet spot to the tips of my fingers and toes. I cried out loudly, squealing “Logan, Lance, aieee!” almost biting straight through my tongue, it felt so fucking good.

And that was my brothers’ cue. They both stood up, their masts heavy as logs, protruding like fifteen inch batons from their hips. Lance took me first. He grabbed my hips in his hands, holding me steady and thrust once into my pussy from behind.

“Aieee!” I yelped, gasping. I’d forgotten how big they were, how those humongous clubs felt in my tiny puss. I was lifted into the air, balancing on my toes, as I was skewered on that massive rod. I struggled, trying to push myself backwards and down, and here’s where Logan came in.

He soothed me, standing in front my body, holding my waist as his brother gripped my hips.

“Ready?” he asked.

Lance must have nodded because suddenly they worked in unison. Logan pushed me backwards onto Lance’s dick, while Lance thrust forward with his hips, and suddenly I was completely filled to the brim, that fifteen inch length violating me in the best way possible, hitting up against the rubbery flesh of my cervix.

“Aieeee!” I screamed, unable to disguise my lust. My tits jiggled and shook, pendulous as they swayed below me. My cunt felt so full, completely stuffed without a centimeter to spare. I moaned again as my puss creamed wetly, my folds giving it up to the massive member.