Double Love

Chapter 11: After Discussion

The little girl had proven slutty beyond our wildest dreams. Who would have guessed that the shy mouse we’d met at lunch so long ago would turn out to be so sensuous? Dollar signs should have been flipping before our eyes. We could have been counting our hundreds, all made on Melly’s back.

But the thing is we haven’t filmed our sister for production yet despite the fact that she’s an obvious goldmine. I mean, we should have put her to work that very first day. Time is money after all. Instead, my brother and I hadn’t even had her sign a contract. We just petted her a bit, stroked her hair, and made vague noises when she asked about doing work.

It’s the weirdest thing, to be honest. Usually, we’re quick to make a buck. Opportunity knocks, and sometimes it doesn’t knock twice. But it doesn’t feel right to put Melly to work in front of the camera. There’s something special about her, and judging from all the extraordinary treatment she’s getting, it’s something major. Even more odd is the fact that my brother and I haven’t been using protection, and we’re guys who are always protected.

“Zack, Zeke,” Melly breathed after a hot session, panting a bit as she straightened. Her boobies jiggled enticingly as semen ran down her thigh. “Should we have used something?” she asked with a confused expression. “I’m not on the pill.”

Zack and I had stopped short. Not on the pill? All fertile women used the pill. This was the twentieth century after all.

But Melly saw the looks on our faces and shook her head.

“I don’t use it because I wasn’t seeing anyone at school,” she said shyly. “And I don’t sleep around, so there was no need.”

Fuck, this little girl really was different from the whores we worked with. Melanie was unstintingly generous when it came to sharing her body, but she was uniquely naïve and still young. Not all dudes were getting such a great package.

“Honey,” said my brother gently. “Do you want to be on the pill?” He gave her a searching glance.

She flushed. “No, I heard it makes you fat,” she whispered. “I also heard it gives you mood swings, and makes you depressed.”

That did it.

“Then we won’t ask you to use it,” he reassured her. “But are there other types of birth control you want to try? Zeke and I are totally clean, so it’s just pregnancy that we’re worried about.”

Melly paused for a moment, swallowing a bit, moving her hips as if still feeling twin c***s inside.

“Well, maybe you could pull out when it’s time?” she asked.

Fuck yeah! That was my favorite method of family planning. I hate condoms and I know my brother does too. Same with diaphragms and that IUD s**t. It detracts from my pleasure because I can always feel something poking or prodding right when it shouldn’t be. But I had to be diplomatic.

“Are you sure?” I asked gently. “Zack and I are great at controlling ourselves, but pulling out isn’t a perfect technique. Even bits of pre-c*m can slip into your cunt and do the trick, especially because you’re a fertile eighteen year-old.”

“I know,” she said softly, looking us in the eye. “But it just seems yummier to go bareback,” she confessed. “If you pull out right when you’re about to spurt, it’ll be okay and I don’t mind getting sprayed with semen. It makes me tingly inside and is good for the skin,” she said with a shy smile.

Mmm, facials are good for a girl’s complexion, I’m glad she brought that up.

“Okay baby, we’re more than happy to pull out when the time comes,” I rumbled, stroking my d**k again. s**t, the thought of taking her raw again was making me hard already. “But just remember: we’ll be f*****g you a lot, so the chances of you getting pregnant are actually pretty high.”

She smiled at us with a light in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Melly said sweetly. “I trust you. I know you can do it.”

Trust us to do what? Pull out at the right moment? Restrain ourselves against our animal natures? But at that moment I didn’t care. I needed to be in her again, and with a growl, we descended on that nubile, willing female form. She’s ours after all … and nothing else matters.