Double Love

Chapter 9: The Temptation

Melanie

I gasped with shock. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, my twin stepbrothers had pretty much admitted that they were running a porn distribution outfit, complete with filming, editing, distribution, and rights negotiation. It’s just that we were family. So what were they talking about? What did the two handsome men want from me?

As if sensing my unspoken question, Zeke continued.

“We make a lot Melly,” he said gently. “It’s all legal, everyone’s legit, there are no underage girls or any s**t like that. But it involves s*x, and lots of it,” he added.

“Do you mean dancing at the Donkey Club?” I asked tremulously. “I have no problem with that. That’s what I’d originally intended after all.”

“Yeah, that, but maybe a little more, too. If you’re into it, that is,” said Zack gently.

I looked between my stepbrothers, their blue gazes so penetrating yet warm at the same time. I could feel myself flushing, my core heating and moistening in the vicinity of these two alpha males. Oh god, this was so wrong. They’re my stepbrothers, for crying out loud. How could I have such an intense physical reaction to them?

I swallowed and blushed, hoping against hope they didn’t notice. The two men grinned. Oh god, they noticed. So I tried to move forward as smoothly as possible.

“What exactly were you thinking?” was my tentative query.

“Nothing specific just yet,” said Zack vaguely. “Let’s just get to the tryouts,” he added.

“Ok sure,” I said, mentally steeling myself. I was ready for this. I was prepared to answer any questions they had up their sleeve. Questions about my job experience (or lack thereof)? Check. Questions about school? Check. Questions about where I saw myself in five years professionally? Check, check.

But my brothers shared an amused glance.

“Melly,” said Zack gently. “We need you to take off your clothes because we want to sample the goods ourselves.”

WHAT? WTF? My shock must have shown on my face because my stepbrothers chuckled.

“Baby, it’s pretty standard in the adult industry to do live auditions. We have you on tape playing with a toy, but we need to get you on film with a man. And when it comes to Zack and me … well, we do our own auditions,” said Zeke, his voice casual. “Not all girls are good in real life.”

Oh my god! The dildo hadn’t been enough? What had I gotten myself into?

But Zack ran a soothing hand over my hip and said, “We’re not so bad, are we? Lots of other girls have no trouble at all,” he said silkily.

That was the thing. I was so turned on by my brothers, and all the illicit touching, licking and kissing, that I felt myself melting. I wanted to do it. I wanted to get down with them, and feel them all over my body, in my body, and maybe even in my bottom. Perhaps I was just fooling myself, but I found myself nodding, meekly adding, “Sure, so long as you guys help me with my tuition?”

My brothers shared an amused glance before Zeke smiled, leaning over to give me a deep kiss.

“Honey, you’ve got a four-year all expenses paid ride if you cooperate,” he growled deep into my throat.

Melting, I gave up to the warmness of his caresses, his big hands trailing my curves and worming underneath my heavy sweatshirt to touch my breasts. A sigh escaped my lips as he grazed the undersides before jiggling them playfully.

“Baby, you’re built just right,” he whispered in my ear. “The Double Ds paired with that wet p***y? I know you’re perfect for the camera,” he breathed.

His words made me feel so confident, so female, and so good. With a mewl, I let my brothers pull my sweatshirt off, shaking my breasts free. Then they pulled my tight jeans off my legs, stroking the long, golden pins as they were revealed. Finally, I stood before them in a tiny pink bra and panty set, the moisture seeping from between my legs and creating a dark spot visible at my crotch.

My brothers were fixated at the sight.

“Dance,” commanded Zack, and I started gyrating obediently.

Running my hands through my hair, I shot them with a smoldering gaze, running my tongue over my lips while picturing their d***s in my mouth and their c***s in my p***y. Slowly, I reached around to unfasten my bra, letting it pop free, my girls spilling out. That’s one of the things about being a curvy vixen – we’ve got mountains and valleys in all the right places. There are no anorexic model-types here.

Once my boobs were free, I shook them right and left, letting them jiggle, my t**s bouncing up and down, the creamy flesh like smooth vanilla mounds. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger over the areola of one, then the other, circling those deep pink nips and watching as my brothers’ bodies hardened with lust, their c***s like rocks as I pranced seductively.

Keeping full eye contact, I lifted one of my t**s to my mouth and licked the n****e, before doing the same with the other.

“Ohhh f**k,” groaned Zack. I could see the material at his groin twitching and I giggled a bit, smiling seductively at him.

But Zeke wasn’t to be outdone. He unzipped his zipper and a massive twelve-inch c**k popped out. I almost stopped dancing because I was so shocked at the size of that dong. I mean, I’ve had s*x before, but twelve inches? I couldn’t take that in my p***y. It was too big!

As if reading my thoughts, Zeke smiled at me, devilishly licking his palm before lubing up that monster and rubbing his hand up and down the shaft. It was such a dirty sight that my cunt started loosening and gushing with anticipated pleasure, eager to straddle him and try.

But I wasn’t done dancing yet. Slowly, I turned around and bent over, pushing my ass out for them to see. My butt cheeks are my crowning glory. They’re firm and round, squeezable but not saggy, with just the amount of heft to make men cry. I shook my hips, making my ass bounce up and down before swaying right and left, the meaty flesh yummy and tasty.

Finally, I began edging my g-string off. I have to admit, this was a delicate maneuver. I was so wet by now that the material was completely soaked through, and the pink fabric clung to my lips. Slowly, I eased the lace over my hips, pulling the string away before removing the tiny triangle.

And this is where I got them. I know they’d been expecting me to dance around nude some more, but I wanted to give them something special. Without dropping eye contact, I brought the lace to my nose, sniffing gently, before running my tongue against the crotch of my panties and tasting my own p***y juice.

“Mmm,” I murmured, batting my lashes seductively. “Delicious.”

Slowly, I began eating the g-string, slipping the material into my mouth and moaning as I gagged myself with the dirty fabric. My stepbrothers watched with rapt attention, not even beating their d***s now because they were so mesmerized by the show.

“f**k she’s a w***e,” ground out Zeke.

“Fuuuuuck,” was all Zack could manage.