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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Melanie
I woke with a start. Where was I? Suddenly it all came rushing back. After withdrawing from Trinity, I flew to LA and back to the safety of my brothers’ arms. I’d been feeling nauseous. The stress had been taking a toll on my body, and it made me jumpy yet curiously sleepy at the same time.
But Zander and Zeke had been kind. They were touching in their care and attention.
“Sweetheart,” Zan said that first night. “Don’t worry about us, just get some rest.”
Zeke agreed, and both brothers stroked my body until I fell asleep. Their big forms were reassuring on each side of mine, cradling me between their warmth.
Now that I was fully awake though, I contemplated my situation. I hadn’t made a single dollar for my brothers and instead had cost them forty-six thousand, none of which I could pay back. I felt like I owed them something.
But they merely shushed me.
“It’s no trouble sweetheart,” said Zan, giving me a kiss. “Don’t even worry your pretty little head.”
“Besides,” added Zeke. “What are brothers for?”
With that, I’d leaned into their embrace, so happy that my mother had married their dad and that I’d met these supportive, generous men. I had a feeling I could never return their kindness and was eternally grateful for their loving care.
“Zan, Zeke,” I whispered. “I want to do something for you.”
“Hmm?” asked Zeke, distracted. He was stroking my breast, watching with fascination as my nips hardened under my t-shirt, and listening with only one ear.
“I want to do a double vaginal penetration,” I whispered shyly. “Both of you in my pussy.”
That got their attention. Two sets of blue eyes flashed at me.
“Melly, are you sure?” asked Zan, his hands momentarily still on my body. “It’s not for every woman,” he warned.
“I know,” I replied. “But I want to because it would feel good … and I love you,” I confided.
There, it was out. As the days had passed, I’d realized that my steps were my source of comfort and support, my rocks to lean on, and my lighthouse in these stormy times. What had begun as a sleazy opportunity to make porn had become something completely different: love. Double love, to be exact.
My brothers growled in appreciation.
“Melly,” they rumbled. “We feel the same about you,” they said as their hands urgently ran over my body. “We were so worried about you, but you know what? You’re a hundred times the woman that we thought you were.”
I laughed a little.
“How so? I haven’t done anything special.”
The shake of their heads was emphatic.
“Yes, you have. You weathered a storm that would have brought any other girl to her knees. You stood up and held your head up high. You didn’t let it defeat you.”
I took their hands.
“Because I had you by my side. That’s how I was able to do it. Without you, I would have careened into depression and become nothing but a shadow.”
My stepbrothers leaned forward to kiss me. “But you didn’t, Melly, and we love you all the more for it. We’re in love with you. We want you to stay and never leave.”
With that declaration, we threw ourselves into the lovemaking full-force. It was more satisfying and demanding than any sex I’d ever had. Our kisses were furious and ravenous, searching and taking with only the determination and depth that true love can muster. I ran my tongue across theirs, tasting first one twin, than the other, as I desperately reacquainted myself with their bodies and their cocks.
I knelt between their naked forms, my hands gripping the two twelve-inch dongs, my little fists full with the straining, hard lengths. God, it felt so good. The shafts pulsed in my palms, veins bulging while the tips dripped.
Hungrily, I licked Zander’s glans, tasting his man milk before switching over to Zeke, slurping gently at the wet head. Their semen was salty and sweet at the same time. Zander’s was more musky and strong, while Zeke had a tangy, creamy feel.
But I was a hungry girl. I jammed their cocks into my mouth, greedy for both, trying to take as much possible at once. It was difficult and my cheeks bulged with the succulent man meat, stuffed to the brim as I drooled and mewled, hungry for more.
But my brothers only chuckled and ground their hips against my face.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” they rumbled, running their hands through my hair. “There’s plenty. You won’t run out.”
With that, Zeke picked me up and tossed me onto the big bed. I squealed, my chestnut hair flying, cunt already dripping wet from the hot blue gazes latched to my body. Zeke dove between my legs as Zan nipped at my breasts, each man ravenous for more.
With a groan, Zeke licked my cunt from anus to clit, diving in deep between those creamy folds while tracing every nook and cranny of my pussy with his tongue. He lightly tapped the little hole where his dick would go, testing it before beginning a rub on my clit. Oh! That felt good. I trembled and squealed, watching raptly as cream flowed from my channel.
