I could hear the heavy pound of music downstairs, the catcalls, the clack of the strippers’ heels, and the unmistakable sounds of male grunts. I was too shy to actually peek over the bannister, but I was sure it would be a den of sin. Fifteen teenage boys with two luscious, blonde twins. I bet all the guys were masturbating as the girls danced. It’s not like these lacrosse guys were known for them gentlemanly behavior.
The music hadn’t stopped when someone put on a porn film, and the rehearsed cries and grunts just added to the din below. What? Why weren’t my parents around? I realize that they had to work to provide for us, but letting your twin sons host strippers in your home? Seriously, George and Teresa were out of their minds.
Plus, what about the neighbors? It wasn’t even dark yet, and our quiet cul-de-sac was populated by families with kids and retired folks. Surely someone had seen the two Barbies walk up, clad in nothing but pasties and g-strings, wiggling their asses in broad daylight. Surely someone would report us to the police.
But the thing is, nothing happened. It was really weird. This wasn’t the first time my brothers had gotten away with murder. The community saw the twins as star athletes and were more than willing to overlook some “rowdy behavior,” as I’m sure they’d call it. And on paper, my brothers were perfect. They got good grades, had already been accepted to Princeton, and had recently led the lacrosse team to the state championships. So our neighbors were probably under pressure from the boosters to look the other way.
But it pissed me off. Here I was, trying to do my homework upstairs, with muffled pounding and loud music penetrating even through my ear plugs. I was too mortified to go downstairs for fear of what I’d see, and also because it wouldn’t make a difference. What was I going to do, order the strippers out? Ask them to turn down the music? God. Life was so frustrating.
But after two hours of trying to study, I slammed my book shut. I couldn’t take it anymore, and with a biology exam coming up, there was just too much at stake. I needed to study, and that was that.
I crept down the stairs. The pocket doors to the living area were pulled shut, but the raucous yells behind them were unmistakable.
“Go go go!” I could hear men chanting. “Fuck her, fuck her!”
Wow, these guys were so crude. “Fuck her, fuck her”? Like one of the girls had done something bad, and they were saying, “Fuck that bitch”?
I pressed my ear to the door, and could hear unmistakable grunting noises, as well as female squeals and dudes laughing and cackling, plus the pop of a beer can. God, they must have had the porn on really loud because the grunts and shrieks were overpowering.
But as I pulled open the sliding door, I got the shock of my life. The lacrosse team hadn’t flicked on some x-rated film. Instead, these two girls were prostitutes, not strippers, and my twin stepbrothers were in the middle of pounding both girls. The two whores on the other hand, were total cumsluts.
I say this because it was true. This wasn’t sweet loving, or even a quick, satisfying fuck. My brothers were using the two Barbies so hard that one girl looked like she had tears in her eyes even as she moaned her pleasure, her breasts swaying and trembling through the ordeal.
Porsche, I think her name was, had a net over her head, with a special hole for her lips. She was crouched in front of Roman, her head pulled right up to his groin as my brother fucked her mouth, ramming his dick in with no mercy, desperate choking, gurgling noises emanating from her throat.
Mercedes too had a net over her head, but she was bent over and gripping her ankles so that her ass was exposed. At the moment, Ryder was finger fucking her, or maybe fist-fucking her would be a better description because as I watched, his entire hand disappeared into her female folds. Incredibly, the girl was crying out in lust and pleasure, rocking her hips ever so slightly.
“Look at this,” Ryder said to his teammates. “She’s so fucking wet, look at this shit on the floor.”
And sure enough, the hardwood floor between the girl’s legs was covered in droplets of creamy white female juice, her pussy making desperate sucking noises as my brother pumped his hand in and out.
But Ryder knows what he wants. He pulled his fist out and stood up behind the prostitute, pushing her to her knees so that she was almost in a ball, her ass perched in the air. Without any hesitation, he thrust his dick into her anus, thrusting deep into that dry, tiny hole.
It must have hurt because Mercedes screamed. Not a yip, or a yelp, or a short squeal, but a full-on scream of pain and pleasure.
“Oh yes!” she mewled. “Just like that!”
The guys watching loved it. They laughed and moaned, stroking their dicks as Ryder and Roman fucked the strippers, their male bodies hard and glistening, pecs and abs tight in the dim living room light.
But that’s when everything came apart. My pussy had been creaming heavily because this was the first time I’d seen sex. Or more accurately, it’s the first time I’d seen real-live men having sex with women. Sure, it was my brothers, but they were fine specimens with their thighs thick, the cocks meaty and long, and the looks on their faces … god, if you could describe alpha male, it’d be my brothers with their dicks buried in twat.
I’d been touching myself unconsciously, watching as Roman and Ryder’s hard bodies dominated the soft female ones, their poles hot, thick and heavy. My clit was throbbing, engorged and full, my pussy slick and wet, when it all went haywire.
I’d gotten so into the scene that I lost my balance and crashed onto the floor into the living room. The pocket doors had given way, and I lay on the carpet, my fingers deep into my twat as I gaped and stuttered, my eyes wide, surrounded by the stares of the lacrosse team.
The men were silent for a moment before bursting into chants and slurs.
“Your sister is a whore! Come here slut, come ride my dick little girl!”
“Hey slut, like what you see? There’s more man meat for you here!”
And worst of all:
“That cunt got off watching her brothers fuck? Fucking disgusting, she and her mom are absolute nasties.”
I scrambled to my feet, snatching my hand from my pussy and bolting from the room. But it was too late. My brothers had seen me, and there was no way I could survive the humiliation.