I woke in my brothers’ big bed, tucked in snugly. I giggled at first. I was curled in the corner, but the bed is so massive that it was like a swimming pool with 80% of the space unused. But I guess if Roman and Ryder were here, then all the space would be used up.
I stretched, sighing lustily. My first time had been amazing. It had been unbelievably arousing and complete. Most people, when remembering their first times, recounted a disaster. They’d relay a tale of some cold night in the woods where the guy fumbled and jerked, painful and lasting all of five minutes.
But my first time? I colored again, looking down at my sated, womanly form. Sure enough there was a slight smear of red on my thighs, the proof of my virginity. And oh god, but my brothers’ cocks had been slightly reddened as well, their dongs coated in my cream and blood. I gasped, shocked despite myself at the intimacy. It was irrefutable proof of their ownership.
And sure as day, they’d marked me as well, my womanly body theirs for the taking, curvy and luscious in contrast to their hard, masculine frames. Their nips and pinches had left red marks and slight bruises on my breasts and inner thighs, and when I probed a finger down to my clit, it was a tiny bit sore from Roman’s playful bites. Oh my god, had he really done that to my little pussy? I flushed hotly at the memory.
I was just about to get out and take a shower when my brothers knocked and entered. Shyly, I pulled the coverlet up, although they’d obviously seen my body thoroughly at this point.
“How goes, little sis?” murmured Roman, as if reading my thoughts. His glance fell to the vee between my thighs, and he smiled at me devilishly.
“Are you feeling sore, sweetheart?” asked Ryder, tenderly kissing me and capturing my mouth with his own before skimming a big hand down my back.
“I’m okay,” I whispered, feeling shy between their massive bodies. They’d climbed onto the bed with me, Roman pulling me into his lap as Ryder held my hand. I sighed and leaned back against that enormous chest, feeling oddly safe and protected. Mmmm …
“Baby,” said Roman. “Do you want to watch a film?”
“Film?” I asked curiously. “You mean like a movie?”
“Yes,” responded Ryder. “One of us, actually. It was taken just hours ago.” My hand flew to my mouth. Oh, that’s what they meant. They’d warned me that cameras were on behind the mirrors, taping my first time. They’d recorded every scream, every writhe, and every sensuous push of flesh into flesh. I colored, blushing, hiding my head in Roman’s shoulder.
“Now?” I murmured, my words muffled against his shirt. “It seems too soon.”
“Yes, now baby,” he chuckled deeply in his throat, stroking my back. “We like our women to feel comfortable with themselves, and when they see themselves on tape, they get comfortable really quick. When they see us loving their bodies, absolutely worshipping them, it often drives away the hesitation and the reluctance to be on film. Do it for us,” he whispered in my ear. “Just watch for a few minutes.”
I paused, scandalized but also titillated. This really was a day of firsts. My pussy was pummeled, my virginity gone, and I’d had sex with two men who were my brothers. Was this really my life? Given all the barriers which had been broken already, why not?
“Okay,” I whispered. Ryder pushed a button, causing a huge projector to descend from the ceiling. He fiddled with the console and sure enough, the wall flickered to life, writhing with our naked forms.
I squealed at first, so embarrassed to see my legs spread wide, my pussy open and gleaming. The camera was literally able to see straight up my snatch, the pink folds gleaming and swollen.
“Oh my god!” I shrieked, scandalized by how graphic it was, up close and personal. I mean, we’d been dirty, but I didn’t realize just how nasty and disgusting. There was cream dripping from my twat which Roman eagerly lapped, and I could see it bubbling at my entrance, slightly oozing as it fell onto his tongue.
“Oh god,” I moaned as I continued to watch. My brothers ravished me, their mouths, hands, and dicks rubbing me everywhere, like I was an offering to the gods, best accompanied by a healthy dose of cum. And when they pushed into me that first time, I saw how I had literally passed out, my eyes rolling back in my head from the overwhelming pleasure, the little death overtaking me until I was brought back to the lusty realities of earth. I was embarrassed yet turned on at once, glad we were watching this in the privacy of their room.
“You see little sister?” asked Roman soothingly, as he played with my hair, his breath stirring the curve of my neck. “Do you see how beautiful you are, and how we worship you? You should never feel self-conscious on camera because you’re an absolute natural,” he complimented.
“Yes,” agreed Ryder, his fingers trailing up my thigh. “Let yourself go in front of the cameras, and you won’t even remember that they’re there,” he added. “It’s all a part of the celebrity lifestyle, sweetheart.”
Again, that reference to celebrity lifestyle. I was puzzled. Did they mean sex tapes? Because we certainly had our own now. But I still didn’t understand. They were stars of a home and garden show, and not some pay-per-view porn outlet. So why did they keep alluding to the “celebrity life,” and why were we always being recorded?
I had to find out, before I let them touch me again because there would be a next time… and I couldn’t wait.