As the limo pulled up to the house, my heart started to beat faster. I’d decided to come to Litchfield, a manor in the New Jersey suburbs where my brothers live. I wasn’t exactly sure what the set-up was. Were Roman and Ryder renting this place? Was it some kind of elaborate back-drop for one of their shoots?
Now before you think “Jersey Shore” or the “Real Housewives of New Jersey,” let me describe a different side of the Garden State, one that’s all exclusive mansions and high society folk. A lot of New Yorkers get tired of the concrete jungle, so they migrate to New Jersey sometimes, which is genuinely beautiful with sprawling properties and luscious greenery. The house that we were pulling up to was a palace, complete with turrets and balconies, huge windows and elaborate gardens. I guess as the hosts of House Emergency, my brothers needed to have a home that befit their celebrity status.
The front door opened as we pulled up, and Ryder and Roman bounded out, their bodies enormous, imposing even in casual jeans and t-shirts. God, I’d forgotten how good they looked, smoldering under the bright light of day.
“Hey Ky,” said Ryder, as he opened my door.
I stepped out, thanking god I’d worn a pretty, flirtatious sundress. Judging from the looks my steps were giving me, they appreciated it too … a lot.
“Hi Roman, hi Ryder,” I replied shyly. “Thanks for inviting me to your place. I’m really excited for some much-needed R&R,” I smiled.
“Absolutely,” growled Roman. “We and the staff are at your beck and call.”
Wow, this place had a staff? It was even fancier than I thought. But as they ushered me into the mansion, I came to a sudden stop at the camera mounted right inside the front door.
“What’s this for?” I said, frowning. There was a little red light flashing at the top.
“It’s a reminder,” said Ryder. “For ourselves and for our guests that we live a life that’s taped. That way, we don’t have to put up a warning sign,” he chuckled.
“Wait a minute, are we being taped right now?” I asked suspiciously. “If not by this camera, then by others?” I began craning my neck, looking around to see if I could see any obvious machines.
“Kyleigh, yes, we’re being taped,” said Roman patiently. “It’s easier on us, and easier on the network to be taped 24/7. Otherwise we’d have to spend a ton of time filming location shots, people coming in and out, etc. This way, we already have a lot of settings and don’t have to double-back,” he continued. “But obviously we’ve restricted the cameras to the public areas of the house. We wouldn’t have cameras in our guest rooms or bathrooms,” he reassured me. “Here, we’ll show you.”
He led the way through some magnificent public rooms that were beautifully decorated with custom built-ins, all that kind of stuff. I didn’t see any hidden cameras, although I suppose a camera can be smaller than a pinprick these days.
We went upstairs, and my brothers ushered me into a luxurious beige room, with a huge double bed and an adjoining en suite.
“You’re not being filmed in here, I promise,” Roman smiled. “This is your suite. Do you like it?”
I wandered around, trailing my fingers over the mahogany furniture, letting myself breathe in the air of elegance. The room was literally bigger than my apartment in Manhattan, and the bathroom could have fit two king size beds alone. There was an adjoining door in the wall, and I knocked on it, asking curiously, “Where does this go?”
“Ah,” smiled Roman. “You’ll see why we put you here. You, dear sister, are right next door to us.” He opened the door with a flourish. There was a darkened passageway leading to very masculine quarters. An enormous bed dominated the space, circular with a brocade coverlet, two huge wardrobes and two bathrooms. Kinkily, a giant mirror was mounted on the ceiling and another on the wall, perfect for hedonistic play.
With hesitation, I asked, “Roman and Ryder, are there cameras in your bedroom?”
Silence greeted me.
“Yes, baby there are,” Ryder said slowly. “We’ve mounted cameras behind the mirrors for our private viewing pleasure. If you like, we can show you some of the tapes. If you want to see them, that is.”
I was stunned for a moment. See tapes of what? My brothers frolicking with other women? Them making love to countless female bodies, their massive members trashing twat after twat? But at the same time, I was oddly turned on. The thought of my brothers going at it on the big bed titillated me, making me curious and just a bit horny. I could feel my pussy moistening, my nipples tightening as a cloud of emotions swept over me.
My brothers must have sensed my vulnerability because they stepped closer, stroking my hip, caressing my hair.
“Baby, you’re still a virgin,” murmured Ryder. “Your first time doesn’t have to be on tape, but it could be if you wanted,” he said. “If you hate it, we can turn the cameras off,” he added.
“But why?” I asked. “Why do you tape everything? What’s the benefit?”
“It’s part of our lifestyle,” shrugged Roman, dropping a kiss on my bare shoulder. “We do it for a living, so it’s easier to have the cameras on all the time, rather than on only some of the time. Otherwise you end up being caught off-guard.”
“But don’t you hate not being able to let your guard down?” I gasped, distracted, moaning slightly as I twisted under their caresses. My breath hitched as Roman’s hand skimmed over my nipple. “Isn’t it hard never to be able to relax? To always have to ‘perform,’ so to speak?”
They smiled at that one.
“We love performing, sister,” growled Ryder.
“Let us perform for you,” rumbled Roman.
And they began in earnest, their hands running over my body insistently, homing in on my sensitive flesh, skimming and tweaking my nipples, squeezing and grabbing at my buttocks. I moaned in their arms, responding instinctively to their expert touches and the kisses they showered on me. But at the same time I was still hesitant, especially to the idea of sex on camera.
“Brothers,” I whispered, gasping as one of them reached to stroke my pussy through the flimsy fabric of my dress. “Go slow okay? I’m scared.” My voice trailed off, and my reservations were obvious.
“Of course, baby girl,” murmured Ryder. “We won’t do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”
“Honey, you’re going to love it so much, you won’t even remember you’re being filmed,” growled Roman emphatically.
And that was it. We fell in a tangle onto the big bed, my brothers almost ripping my sundress off, leaving me in the barest whispers of pink lingerie. The bra cups molded my breasts, nipples dusky and inviting beneath the sheer lace. My pussy, shamefully, was already so wet that a darkened patch showed through the fabric, my little cunt begging to be touched.
Roman and Ryder descended like lions on prey. Roman fell to my boobs, suckling my nipples through the fabric, scraping the scratchy lace against my sensitive nubs. My head fell back as I moaned, my breasts sensitized, my nipples tingling so hard that jolts shot straight to my snatch. Remembering what Roman liked, I lifted one of the creamy mounds to my mouth and suckled myself, looking at him devilishly as I did, the eye contact smoldering.
“You’re a quick student,” he growled, pushing me back and ripping the bra off. My luscious mounds were totally bare then, and he grabbed my boobs, pushing them together to suck both teats at once, cramming my nips into his mouth, ravenously dragging his tongue from one to another. He bit one of my jugs, hard, and I squealed.
“That’s what dirty girls get,” he growled as he gently traced the smarting area with his tongue. Just when the heat had subsided, he bit me again, this time on the underside of my boob. I yelped, loud this time, the hurt and pain very real, even as I gushed harder between my legs.
“Ow!” I squealed. “Oh!” I cried.
But Roman wasn’t listening.
“All of my girls get bitten,” he replied, lifting my boob slightly to show me. Sure enough, his teeth marks were on the underside of my tender slope, a testament to his ownership. Were my brothers marking me, like alpha males branding their female? Was this some kind of weird ownership ritual?
Because Ryder was going nuts between my legs as well. He’d buried his face in my snatch, smelling my female scent through my panties.
“Fuuuck,” was all he managed, before pulling them tight into a string between my labia. My lips puffed up obscenely, so swollen that my brother couldn’t resist, lowering his head to taste them, running his tongue up and down that engorged flesh. He tugged at the band of fabric again, stimulating my clit, letting me feel the friction against that bundle of nerves. I shrieked because this was nothing like the masturbating I’d done at home. Having my brothers all over me was better than playing with myself by a long shot.
But Ryder had a lot more in store. He swept my panties to the side, baring my crotch. My hole was almost emitting steam because it was so hot down there. He inhaled deeply a few times, growling, “I love the smell of hot cunt,” before delving between my legs, licking and lapping like there was no tomorrow. He touched his tongue to the sopping opening where his dick would go, lightly tracing it with his tongue, before trailing up to my clit. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive flesh, my nub so hard that it pulsed in his mouth, begging to be loved.
But he too, was set on marking me. He wiggled my clit with his teeth, playfully biting down and shaking his head. I screamed because it felt so good. Oh my god! This had never happened during my abortive attempts at sex before.
Ryder then pushed my knees up so that he could get at my thighs, and bit down playfully.
“Oh!” I squealed. Like his brother, he was branding me. There was a perfect semicircle of red on my inner thighs, a flaming trail of teeth marks from thigh to cunt, marking his path to the final destination.
I swooned, realizing that I truly belonged to my brothers, my pussy and breasts imprinted by their aggression, sensitized and begging for their touch. Ryder decided to mount me then.
“Baby,” he said. “You’re a virgin so it’s going to hurt a bit, but don’t worry, it goes away,” he growled. “You’re going to love our dicks in your tight pussy, I can already tell.”
I tensed as he parted my thighs, the wide vee obscene. But he reached down to stroke my pussy, massaging my labia while running his fingers around and into my little hole.
“Fuck brother, she’s small,” ground out Roman. “She’s going to be really tight,” he warned.
Ryder grunted in return, inspecting me, eyeing my juicy cunt with a hundred percent unadulterated pure male lust.
As he palmed his dick, wetting it with saliva, Roman reached between my parted legs and held my labia apart, holding me open for his brother’s penetration. I squealed a bit, scandalized by how dirty this was. Not only was I making love to my brothers, but one was prepping me for the other as they both got ready to ream me hard.
Ryder didn’t hesitate. He lined his massive tool up at my opening and pushed, the immense dong stretching and filling me, almost unbearable in its girth. I moaned and twisted under him, as if a giant red hot club had just pushed between my legs, impaling me on its merciless quest.
“Shhh, baby,” soothed Roman. “He’s big but you’ve got bigger coming,” he drawled ominously.
Ryder pushed again, this time getting in about five inches, poking up against that thin membrane that protected my virginity.
“This is it,” he groaned gutturally. “Oh shit.” I sheathed him so tightly, but he didn’t hesitate. With a mighty roar, he broke through my barrier, sliding in all the way, deep into my cunt until his glans probed my cervix, his balls flush against my anus.
I screamed because of the sting. Not only did I have a huge club deep into my pussy, but Roman had pinned me down so that I didn’t slide backwards, almost pushing me onto his brother’s massive tool. Plus, the fiery pain inside was like a red-hot poker searing my insides, flaming and intense.
But Roman sealed my mouth with a deep kiss, swallowing my whimpers while running his lips tenderly over my tongue.
“Shush, baby sister,” he soothed. “It’s like this for all women, and you’re in good hands,” he murmured, stroking my breasts as Ryder began a slow rhythm in my cunt.
Slowly, it did get better. The flames subsided so that it was a dull throbbing, and soon the pleasure overtook the ache. Ryder angled my body so that my clit rubbed against his pelvis, and then reached down to toy with the nub as he pushed again and again into my body.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, a wet gush of cream spilling from my insides.
Ryder chuckled, panting and gasping as he thrust between my legs. “She’s getting hot,” he informed Roman.
But he lost control because suddenly, unexpectedly, he burst inside me, his hot semen spurting explosively all over my insides, coating me with his virile semen.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Shit, didn’t mean to come so soon,” he moaned as his dick pumped.
“You know the rules,” growled Roman. “My turn.”
Ryder pulled out from me, a long line of sperm trailing from the tip of his dick to my pussy, and Roman took his place, pushing in with one, slow long thrust.
“Oh my god!” I cried because this second penetration was almost too much to bear. I knew suddenly what Roman meant when he said that “bigger was coming.” He wasn’t as wide as Ryder, but his dick was longer, and it seemed that his prick was buried so deep it might pop out of my throat, knocking out some teeth. I was like a pig on a roast, skewered on this mighty shaft.
Fortunately, there was plenty of lube from Ryder’s semen in my cunt, and Roman began stroking madly, pummeling my sensitive twat with deep, full strokes.
“Fuck,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his face a rictus of agony and ecstasy. And with a roar, he too came in me, his dick pulsing and jerking with the orgasm, rope after rope of viscous white shooting into my fertile fields and coating my ovaries with man milk.
I screamed again, the double fucking beyond my wildest imagination. My pussy spasmed and twitched with its first dick-induced orgasm. I cried out again and again, moaning Roman and Ryder’s names, letting them kiss me everywhere as my cunt spurted, clenching down on the stiff shaft inside, electric pulses driving me to almost epileptic proportions. I couldn’t control anything as orgasm rolled through my body, almost a metaphysical experience. The sensations overwhelmed me, my figure coursing and trembling on a powerful, invisible tide.
Gasping, I came to again, panting and heaving, nude and damp under my brother’s caresses. I realized that I’d passed out briefly because of the tidal wave of sensations overwhelming my nubile, inexperienced body. I reached down to play with my clit a bit, looking up at my stepbrothers with wanton, willing eyes.
Like a Cheshire cat, I smiled. Not only had my virginity been taken, but it’d been taken by two men who were also my stepbrothers, and on tape to boot. Not bad for a first time.