I’m worried about the amount of passion surrounding us. Kyleigh’s overtaken us, physically and emotionally. It’s a complete surrender and my brother and I have never been at a woman’s mercy like this. Usually we’re cool customers. We use girls, play with them, bang them a bit, and then turn them loose. But with Kyleigh, it’s completely different. Our sister has moved into our bedroom and we’re pounding her two or three times a day now.
Not that it isn’t worth it. Kyleigh is a perfect twelve on a scale of one to ten. Her generous, curvy figure is exactly what Roman and I need, and it makes her relatable on TV too. Female viewers don’t want to see stick-thin models. They want to see someone who’s like them: pretty, charming, and smart, with a real-life body. So her ample curves and delicious rump are assets, both on-screen and off.
There are two things niggling my mind though. The first is that we haven’t been using protection, which is downright imbecilic. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with us because my brother and I are usually militant about shit like this. But we only managed to have the talk with Kyleigh last week.
“Sweetheart,” I said, tracing her breast as she rested between us, her beautiful nude form on display. “Are you using some type of protection?”
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at us.
“No, I’m not,” she said quietly, looking down at the bedspread, suddenly still. “Should I be?” she asked swiftly.
The normal answer would have been yes, accompanied by a bunch of cursing and yelling, and rants about why wasn’t she on the pill. Weren’t all modern women on the pill these days? But curiously neither Roman nor I felt the need to raise our voices. Actually, I felt a little relieved and excited, to tell the truth.
“Well, honey, you know what happens if protection isn’t used,” said Ryder, stroking a finger through her wet folds. We’d just had another incredible session, and there was semen beading on her vaginal lips with a small trail beginning to leak down her bottom. Ryder swept it up with his finger. “It means you’re going to get pregnant,” he rumbled, tasting her delicious fluid.
“Is that so terrible?” asked Kyleigh in a small voice. “I’ve always wanted to be a mother, and … well, I never thought that you’d be the fathers, but it’s not so bad, is it?” she asked softly. She tossed slightly on the bed, looking at us, her breasts jiggling and her pussy pink and wet.
I was seriously distracted by her wriggling, but tried to focus.
“Baby, we’ve always wanted to be dads too, but have you thought this through? I mean, it’s not just George and Teresa who’d have to be told. It’s the whole world. I mean, you’re going to be pregnant on TV with your stepbrothers’ baby. Are you ready for that?” I asked, as I positioned myself between her thighs.
“Oh!” Kyleigh sighed, as I bent my head to take a sip from her pussy, lapping up a cream pie. “I … I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I mean, I want a baby, but it is a lot of responsibility and you’re right,” she admitted. “It’ll be scandalous when the truth gets out. But I’m not pregnant yet,” she said with a smile. “Why don’t we just enjoy it and see what happens? Maybe there’s no need to worry.”
“Honey,” Roman said as I sucked at her sweet folds, “You’re a twenty-three year-old fertile female, and we’re two virile alpha males. If you’re not pregnant yet, you’re going to be soon,” he promised, a gleam in his eye. “So are you saying that you’re ready to be a mom?”
“Ohhh!” she squealed, as I pushed my tongue into her hole, curling the tip. “I … I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
“Hmm,” said Roman. “We’ll have to talk about this more then.”
That was that. I meant to make an appointment for Kyleigh with the gynecologist to talk about family planning and that sort of thing, but I’d put it off. Fuck, our sister used to be an ob/gyn nurse so she should know all that shit, but I wanted someone to really sit down and make her think it through. Heck, I wanted someone to sit down with me and work through the decision tree. But if I’m honest with myself, I already know what I want – I’m excited to see if the curvy girl gets pregnant. God, the thought of that beautiful figure swelling with our child? It made me horny and proud at once.
The second thing that has me worried is the House Emergency crew. To get Kyleigh ready for the camera, we touch and stroke her before filming to get her relaxed and uninhibited. That first time in the bathroom had just been the beginning. Since then, we’ve rented a trailer and use it all the time, the wheels bouncing and jouncing as we violate our beautiful step before she goes on camera.
That’s the issue. We can’t keep doing this because it’s too obvious that we’re in a relationship with someone who’s technically family. The House Emergency staff must know that we’re doing the dirty with our step on set. Roman’s not worried, pointing out that these people are on our payroll. But it’s so twisted and dirty, you know? Any of them could sell a story to The National Enquirer one day, and just take the money and run.
I’m doubly freaked out because of what happened to the Duggar family. One day you’re preaching family values, and the next, your son confesses to molesting his sisters, and you’re dumped by the network. Every advertiser who ever supported you is singing sayonara, and there are no more paychecks on the horizon. So you can bet I’m nervous as all hell.
As a result, we’ve been trying to wean Kyleigh off of the pre-film sessions. We’ve been working to loosen her inhibitions in other ways, but it’s been tough. The first thing we tried was aromatherapy, and it backfired.
“No!” she squealed, as I lit an incense censer in our trailer. She got up to open the windows, laughing at my efforts. “Ryder, seriously,” she said, fanning the smoke away. “This is no substitute for having you in my body.”
“Honey, we can’t be having sex non-stop with other people around,” I rumbled, trying to pour some essential oil into a diffuser. I wanted to set up the sticks so that the smell would permeate the trailer. “If aromatherapy helps you relax in front of the camera, then it’s worth a try,” I reasoned.
“Hmmm,” said the little girl, striding over to the diffuser sticks, playing with them and running her fingers lightly over the tips. “They do smell really good,” she said slyly. Slowly, as I watched, she pulled her skirt up until her bare snatch was revealed. Fuck! When had our little girl stopped wearing panties? But Kyleigh was way ahead of us. Making sure she had our attention, she took one of the reeds from the diffuser and sucked on the tip a bit, murmuring, “Mmm, this tastes good.”
Kyleigh then spread her legs and inserted the reed into her cunt, playing with her clit before sliding the thin pole into her hole. The visual was fucking astounding. Here was our slutty girl, inserting anything and everything into her pussy. Oh shit.
But there was more. Bending over, she stuck her ass in the air so that the stick jutted out obscenely, quivering with a draft from the window.
“Roman, Ryder,” she purred, licking her lips lasciviously. “Stick a few more sticks in?” she cooed.
You can guess how that ended. Of course, Roman and I inserted every stick we could into that pussy, jamming her up with our tongues, fingers and fuckpoles, going at it again and again while letting that juicy cunt do its job. As a result, our sister won again, thwarting our efforts to be discreet in front of the crew. But still, my reservations haven’t gone away. This is a massive problem because the show is our livelihood, and if people realize that we’ve fallen in love with our sister, then we’re doomed.