I don’t know what’s gotten into our sister, but she’s become some kind of lust-crazed dominatrix. Not that it doesn’t turn me on. The sight of our curvy girl, wearing nothing but thigh-high boots, her nips bright red and her eyes flashing, makes me want to spurt. It’s insane. Before, my brother and I were always the aggressors, but now we’ve switched roles.
It’s delicious. Kyleigh butt-fucked me next, using that same dildo, and I too roared my outrage and lust, jerking myself off as my anus was violated. Our stepsister didn’t hold back. She used all of the strength in her little body to wield that toy to maximum effect, and goddamn if my rectum wasn’t ripped and raw while hungrily gulping the length.
Both Roman and I limped around the next day, deliciously sore, eliciting strange glances from our staff. By now everyone had seen the tabloid headlines, and whispers followed us everywhere.
“Did they really?” came the hushed voices.
“Did the twins molest a six-year-old girl?”
“Oh my god, I heard the accuser was their half-sister. Is Kyleigh okay? Isn’t she their sister as well? What’s going on?”
We tried our best to ignore the chatter. But it was so fucking insidious that it was impossible to avoid. So my brother and I have decided that we’re going to go public and address these accusations. The problem is that the accusations are true, and we’re just trying to spin things in a positive light. We need to put out a platform to explain ourselves, and most of all, we need Kyleigh’s help to make it right.