I furiously folded my clothes. I wasn’t thinking coherently, as random items flew left and right. Inside the closet, I could hear the twins as they spoke in low voices outside. But my mind couldn’t focus on anything in particular. What the hell was going on? The twins had touched their sister inappropriately when they were younger? They even had a little sister? Who had since passed away?
Suddenly, I realized I needed to calm down, and to just be by myself for a while as the turmoil swirled around us. Quietly, I got to my feet, leaving the mess behind, and walked like a zombie to the adjoining door which hadn’t been used in months. With a click, the door opened and I passed into my room – the beige room which had been allocated to me when I’d moved in months ago.
The room was untouched, spotless and clean because I’ve never slept here. I’ve spent every night in the throes of passion with my stepbrothers in their suite. Of course, the staff came in and dusted every day, but the room’s immaculate perfection made me realize how unreal this was. I’d moved in with Roman and Ryder, who’d confessed to molesting their dead half-sister. It was a web of shadows, and I suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired.
Slowly, I pulled the adjoining door shut behind me, and just lay on the mattress for a while, staring at the ceiling. What was it my mom had said? “This too shall pass,” came her words in an echo. “But when Ma?” I wanted to cry. “How soon?” I was swimming through a vortex and the shore seemed unreachable, the current too strong as it pulled me into the depths.
I could hear my brothers still talking outside, their bass voices low and intense. Suddenly overcome with fury, I got up and threw open the door, glaring at them.
“What the fuck?” I shrieked. “How could this happen? How could you let this happen to us?”
Roman and Ryder tried to placate me.
“Calm down, Kyleigh, we’re going to get to the bottom of it,” soothed Roman.
“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out,” added Ryder.
But I was having none of it. I flew at them in a flurry, my small fists striking their massive forms, kicking and biting as best I could. Of course, I was no match for their massive bodies. Ryder seized my wrists, pinning them in back of me, and Roman managed to grab me around the waist, heaving me over his shoulder. I managed to spit though, hissing and squealing in my rage.
“How could you?” I cried through my tears. “How could you do that to a little girl? How could this be happening to us, now?”
My brothers were silent, their faces downcast even as they held me still.
“Kyleigh, we have no answers …” said Roman.
“We’re so sorry …” trailed Ryder.
But I wasn’t done yet. My female anger had reached its apex and I wanted my own form of vengeance.
“Take your clothes off,” I commanded, my voice harsh.
Roman and Ryder jerked. I’d only ever been feminine and demure around them. Maybe sometimes I exhibited a hint of sauciness, but I was never abrasive or harsh.
They slowly let go of my hands and waist, and lowered me to the ground. Stepping back into the bedroom, my brothers complied, dropping their shorts and showing off those gorgeous, masculine bodies.
I admit. Even in my aggression, I appreciated their physiques. The muscular builds with abs carved from wood made my mouth water. Of course, there were also the long thick thighs complementing the heavy poles that swung between their legs.
I suddenly knew what I wanted to do.
“On your knees,” I grated. My brothers looked at each other first, but then dropped to their knees on the carpeted floor, watching me expectantly with a hungry fire in their eyes.
Slowly, I stripped off my wrap, removing it sensuously and slipped it off my shoulders until I was nude in front of them. My big breasts bounced, and there was a honeypot of sweet temptation at my vee. I spied my thigh high boots in the corner, and pulled them on, slowly zipping the zipper that ran up the inside of each calf. My brothers couldn’t tear their eyes from my form. Their mouths were almost hanging open with sheer lust, watching my alabaster legs disappear into the shiny black patent, snugly encased in fabric.
I now wore nothing but slutty boots, and was a good five inches taller than usual, balanced precariously on the stiletto heels. But I strode with confidence to where my brothers knelt, brandishing a cat o’ nine that we played with sometimes.
Leaning down, I tickled the leather whip against Ryder’s balls. He gasped reflexively, his big body trembling at the feathery touch.
“You like that big boy?” I teased seductively. Ryder started to answer, but I cut him off.
“Shut up,” I hissed. “Only speak when I say so.”
Ryder nodded his understanding, his green eyes watching every sinuous turn of my body, and every flick of my wrist.
I then ran the cat o’ nine over Roman’s face, ticking his nose, his mouth, and his eyelids.
“Remember choking me with your dick, big guy?” I asked seductively. “How much that hurt, and how I struggled to take it as you pushed and shoved into my throat?”
He understood instinctively that he wasn’t to answer with words, and nodded instead, indicating his assent.
“Oh good,” I purred, “because this is my revenge.” Turning I jutted my ass out at his face and spread my legs so that my pussy and anus were right in front of him.
“Lick my ass,” I commanded. His tongue stretched out, taking an initial sip of my pussy, but then I turned around and struck him across the face with the cat o’ nine. A red mark appeared across his cheek, blazing pink before fading. His eyes went wide with shock, before filling with anger. But he did nothing and held perfectly still.
“I said my ass, not my pussy,” I hissed, bending over again. This time Roman did exactly as told. He buried his tongue in my backdoor, that musty hole tight and dry. He breathed in deep, savoring the dirty female musk which I’d forced on him.
But Roman didn’t seem to mind. He planted his face between my cheeks and lapped at my anus like a slavering dog, tongue-fucking my hole. He rimmed me, hocking spit down my crease in order to lube everything up. I squirmed and moaned under the attention, my cunt dripping and my anus winking reflexively, it felt so fucking good.
After a few minutes, I straightened up again, my nipples rosy and stiff, and pointed to Ryder.
“Lie down on your back,” I said, motioning to the bed. Ryder obeyed and got onto the big circular bed, his massive penis jutting straight up towards the ceiling. I salivated, looking at that thick, ten-inch pole, my insides suddenly mushy and wet envisioning it in me. But first things first. I crawled up onto the bed and when Roman tried to follow, I turned and slapped him again with the whip again, this time across the chest.
“Did I say you could move, slave?” I snarled, and he backed down, remaining on his knees on the floor. “That’s right,” I hissed. I had no idea where this nasty female was coming from, but I have to say, I kind of enjoyed the role.
I crawled up to Ryder’s head and planted my pussy on his mouth. Now this wasn’t the sensitive kissing that we’d done in the past. This was a full-on, nasty-ass face-sit, smashing my vagina onto his mug, smothering him with my fleshy ass cheeks, and forcing him to suck and lick my cunt even as he gasped for air.
“Mmmmph!” was his alarmed cry, muffled by the layers of hot, dripping flesh smooshed into his face.
But all I did was grind harder, forcing my female meat onto his nose and mouth.
“Suck, bitch!” I commanded. And what do you know, but Ryder did. I felt his tongue skim over my pussy folds, tasting the cream sliding out of my hole, before taking hard, fast swipes with his tongue, letting my juice stream down his throat. He lost himself in the snatch that was blinding him, and overtaking all of his senses. I ground my hips down hard, asking not for a delicate tonguing, but rather a deep pussy-trash.
“Ohhhh!” I moaned as I humped his face, not caring if he couldn’t breathe. I mashed myself onto him repeatedly, performing the ultimate face squat. This poor guy was going to have my twat imprinted on his face the next day.
But he took it like a champ, his lips and tongue continuously busy, ravaging me and never letting up despite the demeaning treatment. Finally, with a deep shudder, I came hard, my pussy creaming and trembling, twitching with pulses of electrical shocks. Pleasure spread from my cunt throughout my body, and a heavy load of juice squirted right onto his face causing him to choke. However, he drank it all up, moaning with ecstasy.
Oxygen is important though. Not wanting to kill him, I lifted my hips a few inches, letting him get some air. Man, I’d trashed Ryder’s face. It was completely wet, from his hairline to his chin, with female juice even running down his neck and ears. Gunk sealed his nose shut, and his mouth opened and closed a bit as sticky strands of viscous cream coursed everywhere.
But Ryder was so turned on. His mast was waving in the air, the pre-cum dripping down his head and running all the way to his balls. He was already glossy with arousal. I longed to taste it, and treated myself to a sip, sucking briefly at the tip. This caused him to growl and push up reflexively with his hips before I backed up, smashing my ass in his face again.
“You do what you’re told,” I said sweetly, rubbing my anus across his nose, forcing him to breathe in the musky smell.
He moaned with ecstasy again. Fortunately, I wanted his dick in me. I gestured to Roman, motioning for him to climb onto the bed before directing him onto his hands and knees.
“You too, big guy,” I said to Ryder, standing up to let him out. Soon I had both twins on their hands and knees, their gorgeous, massive physiques curiously submissive as they awaited my commands. Teasingly, I ran the cat o’ nine over their buttocks, making sure to push a bit into their anuses before lifting my arm and striking them so that blazing lines of red appeared on each male buttock.
My brothers moaned. They’ve never been maltreated by a woman before, and were curiously turned on by the new experience. “Kyleigh,” they gasped breathlessly, gazing at me over their shoulders. I loved their hulking masculinity, with two hundred pounds of twin male flesh ready to do my bidding.
Sensuously I caressed their asses, stroking the stinging lines, before reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a massive pink dildo. I giggled when I heard the shocked intake of breath. They’d bought this dildo for me, figuring that the ten-inch shaft would stretch me and fill me. It was intimidating but not impossible because a woman’s pussy is meant for that kind of work-out. They never thought there’d be turnabout, and that I’d be fucking their asses with the piece of plastic man meat.
But sure enough, that’s what I wanted to do. Going first to Roman, I rubbed the fleshy pink head around his rectum, teasing that sensitive space.
“Oh shit,” his low voice rumbled, alarmed but trying to keep calm. “Aren’t you going to use lube?”
“Right,” I said sweetly. I hocked, and then spat onto his anus so that a small gob of spit dripped into the hole. Roman groaned, knowing that it was nowhere near enough. I thought I heard a whispered “fuck.”
“Did you say something?” I inquired sweetly.
“No Mistress,” he ground, his ass reflexively tensing and twitching, his body rock still although sweating with nervous anticipation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you like it,” I cooed, as I eased the dildo head into his rectum.
He let out a great roar, the feel of penetration sensuous and dirty. I mean, I’ve rubbed their anuses before, and maybe even slipped in a finger or some tongue. But this was a massive, fat dildo. It was completely different, enormous and overwhelming.
With no mercy, I used both hands to push it into him, his rectum squeezing the plastic shaft tight. He resisted me, forcing me to put all my body weight behind the dildo as I plugged him with the toy.
“Aaaaahhh!” he roared, coming up off his hands as his butt was reamed, each muscle stretched intensely. His pecs quivered at the violation. But I wasn’t stopping. I threw myself behind the dildo, pushing it all the way in so that only the little base stuck out.
And it was a delicious sight. My huge brother, the epitome of masculinity, on his hands and knees sweating with his stiff dong and a toy embedded in his butt. I loved it, and my pussy loosened and gushed again.
But I wanted to fuck him. I’d been fucked by my brothers so many times now, and I wanted them to feel the helpless, yet empowering sensation of having a penis, albeit a fake one, in their bottoms. Using both hands, I pried the dildo out of his butt, letting it slide out almost all the way, before easing it back in again, this time with one, smooth glide.
“Aaaahhh!” Roman growled again, the violation so intense that he was like a lion roaring his outrage. I could tell that fireworks were going off behind his eyes, and damned if his cock didn’t jerk involuntarily, the tip dripping and forming a wet spot on the coverlet.
I started fucking him intensely, driving the dildo into his rectum again and again, making him take it. His big body was helpless against my furious thrusts. Balancing on one hand, Roman reached beneath himself with his other hand and began rubbing his dick and beating the shaft in time to my pounding. It was glorious, and soon enough, my brother trembled and cursed, his ass full as his dick jerked and spurted, cream flying everywhere. Hot jism jetted at least two feet from the bed as I fucked and fucked his butt.
“Shit!” he shouted to the heavens as he came, his massive body twitching and moving, his dick almost spastic. The veins were blue and throbbing as his balls emptied themselves. When he was finally done, he stopped to breathe, panting, his head dangling between his shoulders with a puddle of jizz beneath him. Slowly, I pulled the dildo from his ass, relishing its slide and giggled a bit as my brother twitched again.
I turned to Ryder next.
“Ready, big boy?” I asked, brandishing the glistening toy.
There was a gleam of lust in his eyes as I drew closer.