I awoke in a hospital room, the hum of machines in the background. Gemma came into focus slowly, her image sharpening from a blur.
“Honey are you okay?” she rushed. “You’re going to have a shiner,” she said, shaking her head and clucking.
What in the world had happened? And then I remembered. We’d gone to the reunion to dazzle, but it had completely backfired. Instead, it was like re-living the worst nightmare of all time. Not only had I been called “whore” in front of everyone, but it had gone down in front of my stepbrothers for a horrible first impression.
“Oh god,” I murmured. My head pounded and the left side of my face hurt, but otherwise I was okay. “Hand me a mirror?” I asked.
I looked at myself and fortunately, it wasn’t so bad. Yeah, I’d have a bruise, but right now my eye was just yellowish-green. I could go to work on Monday.
As if reading my mind, Gemma said, “No way you’re going to work! Your brothers paid for a private room at the hospital and want you to get the best medical care.”
I looked around and realized that I was in a plush suite reserved for VIPs. There were flowers in a vase and the walls were a pale peach, instead of institutional green or hospital white. Soothing music played, and the sheets were soft with a high thread-count, and not stiff, starchy linen.
“Oh god,” I moaned again. “Where are Roman and Ryder?” I asked.
“Outside,” said Gemma. “They’ve been waiting for you to wake-up and wanted you to have a bit of privacy. But Kyleigh,” she said in a whisper. “I think you should be nice. After all, they’re paying for all this and they’re gorgeous and famous!” she said with a wink.
“Oh my god, you’re gross. They’re my brothers!” I said hotly, my face flushing.
“Whatever, it’s not like you’re biologically related,” Gemma said breezily. “Anyways, I’m gonna roll now. Roman, Ryder!” she called down the hall, opening the door. “Kyleigh’s awake!”
The big frames of my brothers filled the doorway, massive and imposing. It was my first chance to look at them, really look without the crush of the crowd around us. If they’d been good-looking as teens, then they were drop-dead beautiful men. Jade green eyes flashed, coupled with hair as dark as night. Plus, they’d filled out, their perfectly cut suits hanging off muscular frames. My brothers had become alpha males, dominant and imposing.
“Hey Ky,” said Ryder. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’m good,” I mumbled. Suddenly I felt compelled to apologize. “I’m so sorry about what happened, I can’t believe … after so many years …” My voice trailed off.
But Roman shushed me and rested his hand on mine, the contact electric. I could feel tingles all the way down to my toes, my nipples hardening at the brush of those massive fingers. What would they feel like on my body?
“Kyleigh, we wanted to,” he said simply. “What Troy was saying? It simply wasn’t true. Plus,” he said, “He’s just jealous as fuck that he doesn’t have a sister as pretty as you,” he smiled.
This again? I remembered how five years ago they’d soothed me, telling me that I was cute, and that pretty girls got away with everything. Were they remembering that incident as well?
I shook my head, hopelessly confused. “Roman, Ryder,” I said. “I appreciate your generosity. You didn’t have to pay for a private hospital room,” I began, holding up my hands when they started to protest. “But I have to ask: is this all a part your reality TV empire? Was the showdown with Troy scripted?” I said. I felt so awful even questioning them.
The twins exchanged glances.
“We are on TV a lot,” said Ryder. “But no, there were no cameras at the reunion and we definitely didn’t script that fight. Good thing because we may be facing legal action, seeing how beat up Troy was.”
“The cameras take some getting used to,” he continued. “But you’ll get used to it,” he said confidently.
“What does ‘getting used to it’ mean?” I asked. Why would I need to get used to having cameras in my life?
“Well, we’re in the public eye all the time, and it’s distracting, I admit, to always have the camera guy and a crew of dudes following you. But you do get used to it, and it just takes some practice,” murmured Roman. “Like this.” Before I could speak, he bent his head for a gentle kiss.
It felt so good that I started kissing him back, my lips falling open under his. I was yielding, soft and sweet before I came to my senses.
“Wait, stop, stop!” I shrieked softly, pushing against his massive shoulders.
“Why?” said Roman. “We’re not really related.”
The whole camera thing was still puzzling to me, but there were more important things at hand.
“Yeah, but still,” I protested. “We’re stepsiblings, and ….” My voice trailed off.
“What?” asked Ryder patiently. “We haven’t seen you for five years, so we’re practically strangers. What’s so wrong with slipping a kiss to a beautiful stranger?”
Hmmm. It’s true I hadn’t spoken to them for years now. But I was unnerved and tried to distract them. “But what does this have to do with the cameras?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” said Ryder with a sly grin, bending his head to kiss me again.
This time, I didn’t try to fight it. The kiss was breathtaking. Ryder’s tongue slipped into my mouth, deepening our contact. I gasped against his sculpted lips, my chin tilting sweetly and my arms circling behind his neck to pull him closer.
“That’s a good girl,” said Roman from the other side. His hands, which had been gently stroking my hair, began wandering over my body, taking liberties with my curves. He weighed my breasts, stroking the S of my waist before trailing gently over my hips. I arched under his touch, my body sensitized and coming alive with a million flares as sweet liquid gushed between my legs.
“Mmm, I think I know what’s happening,” murmured Roman as the unmistakable scent of female arousal filled the air. His hands became bolder, tweaking my nipples, pulling and tugging at the sensitive tips as he pulled my hospital gown away. A cool waft of air causing my nipples to stand alert.
That brought me to my senses.
“Wait! Stop!” I cried, scrabbling to pull the gown over me. My brothers shared an amused glance and pulled off for a moment, pausing.
“It’s not that I’m shy exactly,” I said. “It’s that I’m a virgin,” I finished in a whisper, barely audible.
Thankfully my brothers didn’t express shock that I was a twenty-three year old spinster. Instead, they stroked me reassuringly, caressing my warm curves, as Roman said, “Baby, we don’t have to have sex now. Maybe we’ll just do something a little less intense,” he murmured.
A little less intense? What did that mean?
As if reading my mind, Ryder answered, “It just means some fingers here and there, and some licking and loving. You’ll enjoy it, I promise,” he said. “Plus, it’ll help you get used to the cameras.”
Again, cameras. But this time, I was too far gone to reply. Ryder had pulled my hospital gown off, and I lay before my brothers nude and exposed, my breasts heaving, my little pussy winking and pink, virginal yet wet in its desire.
Both men stopped for a moment, gazing at my body, drinking their fill.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” breathed Roman.
“Awww shit,” was all Ryder managed before he dove between my legs. He licked my cunt like it was the last pussy on earth, pulling my folds apart to gaze at my deep pink insides before lightly touching his tongue to my little hole. Then he licked my nub, slowly rolling his tongue over my clit before stirring around that sensitive flesh, making me scream and cry with desire.
“Ryder!” I gasped, my breath short and choppy.
Meanwhile, Roman set himself on my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth, and then the other. He dragged his tongue between the two peaks, before pulling my boobs together so that he could suck on both nipples at once.
He pulled off, weighing and fondling my tits before placing one of my hands on my left breast.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
What? He wanted me to suck my own tit? I looked at him with wide eyes and he nodded, confirming the order.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I lifted my breast to my mouth, at first licking the nipple and then suckling it. I shivered at the tingle that went straight from tit to my cunt. Fuck, this felt good. Why hadn’t I thought of it before?
I have massive Double D’s, so it was easy to pull my nipple into my mouth, my lips closing over that deep pink tip, nipping on my own breastflesh. Oh god, it felt so delicious too, the nip puffy and hard between my lips.
Suddenly, I noticed that Roman was taking a picture of me sucking my own breast with his cell phone camera.
“What are you doing?” I screamed, bolting upright, my jug dropping out of my mouth. “How could you?”
“Kyleigh, cameras take getting used to,” soothed Roman. “The more you have your picture taken, the more it becomes quote unquote ‘normal,’” he said. At that very moment, Ryder pushed two fingers into my twat, causing me to squeal and scream with pleasure. I tried to answer Roman, tried to say something along the lines of “I’m a nurse, I don’t need to be on camera,” but all that came out was a long guttural, “Ohhhh.”
“She loves it,” groaned Ryder, licking my clit as his fingers crept deeper into my channel. “Take another pic,” he commanded his brother.
Roman whipped out his phone again, taking a pic of Ryder’s fingers deep in my twat, fucking me, his digits glistening with my female juice.
This time, I didn’t even have the energy to say anything because it felt so fucking good. I moaned and thrashed as Ryder ran his fingers in and out, easing them into my tight pink folds, licking at my flesh as he fingered my pussy while making me moan.
Meanwhile, Roman had gone crazy. He was snapping away, capturing my naked body in ecstasy, my snatch creaming, my breasts jiggling as I was penetrated down below. Unconsciously, my hands reached up to stimulate my nipples, pulling and tugging at the sweet flesh, and he got that on film as well.
With a sudden scream, I came hard on Ryder’s fingers, my vag clenching on his digits, pulsing and twitching with each delicious spasm. I’d never come so hard before, and my pussy squirted female juice, the ejaculate landing with a spray on Ryder’s face.
He smiled as he lapped at it, Roman snapping away the entire time. Yeah, that’s right. There are pictures of my brother covered in my cunt milk, smiling as he licks his lips, sampling that female nectar.
Finally as I calmed, Ryder pulled his fingers from my snatch with a sucking sound before licking them lasciviously.
“Mmm, she tastes good,” he murmured. “Go in for a suck,” he encouraged his brother.
And Roman did. He bent between my legs and tongued my slit a bit, eating my cream before letting it slide down his throat.
I was beyond shocked at what had happened. I’d been fingered and licked by my long-lost brothers, not to mention the serious breast play. Plus, they’d taken pictures of the whole encounter! Was the world going crazy or what?
But as if sensing my unease, Roman bent to kiss me, showing me the pics on his iPhone.
“Look how beautiful you are, little sister,” he murmured, scrolling through the series. It was so obscene, but at the same time, my cunt tingled again while taking in the female ejaculation, the fingers in my twat, and even the pic of me sucking on my nipple. I looked ripe and delicious, and a familiar tingle started in my pussy at these depraved images.
“You’re nothing like the girl you once were,” Ryder agreed, appreciating the pics. Stroking one breast fondly, he said, “You’re everything we want, provided that you can get used to the cameras.”
A feeling of foreboding descended. Again, what did “getting used to the cameras” mean?