Chapter 4 #2
After all, once she was warmed up, Arielle became a wanton woman. The lush blonde grew comfortable with my twin and I looming over her, and soon, she was nude and wet, parting her legs while beckoning us closer.
“Thank you for being so kind,” she whispered as I entered her tiny vag. “Oooh, yes,” she hummed as her eyes drifted closed. “Mmmm.”
“It’s not called being kind, sweetheart,” Colt rasped as he stroked a big breast before dropping his head for a kiss on a stiff pink nipple. “We’re using your curves, don’t get me wrong.”
“But I’m using you too,” she panted as I took her deep, those big breasts shaking with every powerful thrust of my dick in her pussy. “Oh oh oh!”
The sex only got hotter, and soon, Colt and I made our big discovery. While I reamed her pussy, my twin stepped forwards and slipped his dick into her mouth. Arielle moaned throatily, cupping her breasts, and then her cunt flooded with moisture.
“More,” she panted, letting go of my bro’s cock for a moment. “Yes, dick everywhere.”
Colt and I exchanged glances. Shit, this woman loved being double-fucked, and it was no act.
Her nipples were erect, her skin flushed and aroused.
Her big boobies bounced with delight as I reamed her harder, and then it happened.
The excitement of our dirty act drove me over the edge and I exploded like a geyser into Arielle’s tight, wet twat.
“Unnh, fuck!” I groaned, holding her hips as she sucked like a hungry whore on my bro’s dick. “Goddamn!”
After a series of powerful pulses, I pulled out of her cunt, watching as my cream coagulated and then spilled out of her used pussy, but the girl wasn’t done yet.
Instead, Arielle pulled off Colt’s shaft, her chin slickly wet, before maneuvering around and presenting her just-fucked cunt to my brother.
“Now your turn,” she cooed with a sly smile while waggling her bottom in his direction. “I want to fuck twins tonight, and I want both of you to come in me hard.”
Colt was on it. Soon, he was ejaculating into the nymphet’s pussy like a madman, and sure enough, Arielle walked away with both of our creampies leaking from her sweetest spot.
But things didn’t end there because she never ended up doing a gang-bang for Sigma Ep.
Later, we found out that Tyler called the service and ordered another woman who showed up within twenty minutes to pleasure our brothers.
But Colt and I had learned our lesson because we helped Arielle clean up, and then against all odds, kept in touch with the young woman afterwards.
At first, it was just texts and occasional hook-ups, but we grew close over time and started going on real dates.
Soon enough, the sweet hooker became the first girlfriend that my brother and I shared.
Other people were aware of the dirty liaison.
Our frat brothers, obviously, as well as other friends we made on campus.
There were a shit ton of questions as well as rude comments and jests, but we ignored the chatter because we enjoyed our time with Arielle, and she loved being with us too.
Maybe she wasn’t the girl that parents dream of for their sons, but it was irrelevant in our case because our parents never knew.
When you come from a conservative Christian background, shit like this just isn’t tolerated, so we never told our families.
Again, we’re from MAGA-land, where it’s strictly one man, one woman, and any permutations on that combination are strictly taboo.
But Colt and I were young men back then, and things with Arielle eventually ended.
Yet she wasn’t our last. Sure, we dated women separately, but we also did it together.
After all, there’s a special something about a woman who enjoys being taken by two men, and you can see it in their eyes.
You can see it in the way they move their curves, and you can feel the hot gush of cream that flows from their pussies as they enjoy two cocks.
You can see it in their stiff nipples, and the special lingerie the ladies buy to tease two men.
Hell, you can even see it in the sheer adoration as the ladies look upon two sculpted male bodies, ready to service their hungry holes.
Yes, the women that we date crave being taken double, and some are distraught when we break up with them.
They have no idea how or where to find their next lovers, and unfortunately, that’s a problem we can’t help them with.
But now, Colt and I are going on forty and we haven’t brought a woman around to meet our family in almost two decades. The fam probably thinks we’re gay at this point, but I don’t care because I know we’re not. Yet the questions are unceasing, and the constant nagging is a fucking drag.
I turn to my brother in our shared home office.
“You think we should bring someone around to the next family shindig?” I drawl. “Otherwise, you know we’re going to get a shit ton of questions about our dating lives.”
My brother looks up and guffaws.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re ready to break the silence? You’re ready to tell our salt-of-the-Earth family that we share ladies, and that said ladies crave two dicks in their cunts? Hell no.”
I shrug.
“Maybe it’s time. We’re becoming old men, bro. Seriously, I saw a gray hair this morning.”
My twins guffaws again.
“What, growing out of your asscrack? Please, the Madewells would keel over from heart attacks if we brought around a young woman for the both of us. Be real, bud. It ain’t happening.”
Still, I’m not dissuaded.
“Baby steps then. Maybe we could say that she’s our friend.”
My brother practically falls out of his chair.
“Like we’re in fifth grade? What crack are you smoking? No one says that someone of the opposite sex is their “friend” these days. It’s fucking baloney and they’ll see right through it.”
I shrug again.
“People only see what they want to see, and I think it’s time to start making inroads.
It’s been twenty years, bro, and we’ve never let on about our dating preferences.
But in this day and age, polyamory is everywhere.
Hell, I heard they even have a new dating site that specializes in those kinds of hook-ups. ”
My brother snorts.
“Online dating is a shitshow. I wouldn’t touch that shit with my dick.”
I nod, unfazed by his rude language.
“Me neither, but I’m just saying. It’s not just Farmer Wants a Wife or Christian Singles these days. There are a lot of alternative relationships out there, and if you turn on the TV or glance on Instagram, you’ll see it. Maybe the Madewells are more progressive than we think.”
My brother snorts again.
“No. They’re not. They’d shit their pants if they found out that we share women.”
“You never know,” I say in a light tone. “There’s a culture war going on, and people can change. Values and morals can morph over time, even within a few months sometimes. It happens.”
My brother shoots a disgusted look at me.
“Okay fine, tell you what. We’ll bring a woman to the next family function, but first, we have to find the right woman.
She can’t be like Arielle from long ago, or any of the other hooches we’ve dated since.
It has to be someone respectable. Someone who would fit in.
Locate her, and we’ll do it,” he smirks. “I’m on board.”
Colt has a good point because all this talk has been entirely hypothetical.
Sure, we date women all the time, but none of the ladies we’ve taken out are presentable to family.
They’re just not. We like them slick, hungry, and plush, and the women we’ve been with don’t exactly embody “lady in the streets, and a freak in the sheets.” Instead, they tend to look like sexy strippers 24/7, which would not go over well with our relatives.
So back to square one. Damn, I had no idea it’d be this hard.
Where do I go to find a presentable woman for my brother and I to test drive?
Should I hit up that polyamorous dating site people have mentioned, Feeld or something?
Supposedly there are a lot of open-minded folks there.
Maybe I could even hire someone for some sordid role-play.
At that moment, a knock sounds on the office door, jolting me out of my reverie.
“Come,” I call.
Winston, our ranch foreman, pokes his head in.
“Hey boss,” he greets. “I got that new ranch hand with me. Can I bring her in to say a quick hello? By the way, Trouble gave birth last night, and the colt’s a beaut. Strong and already prancing around like he owns the place.”
I nod because despite her name, Trouble is one of our best mares, and she was bred earlier this year to Prince Pegasus IV over at the King Ranch.
I have no idea why the fuck that ranch gives their stallions such ridiculous names, but it happens a lot with stud farms. Nonetheless, a birth is never easy and it’s good to hear that the colt’s hale and healthy.
“Sure,” my brother says. “Bring her in for a hello. And give Trouble some extra oats, as well as that new nutritional supplement we’re trying out. It’s supposed help new mothers.”
I shake my head because veterinary science is such a shitshow these days.
I know the wellness trend had taken off among humans, but believe it or not, that shit extends to animals too.
Now you can get overnight oats for your lambs, as well as special colostrum for ailing goats. What the fuck is this world coming to.
But all thought flies out of my mind when the new ranch hand steps into our office because it’s the girl from last night! What the fuck? It’s the one that we fucked at the Starlight Saloon, and she’s even more beautiful in broad daylight.
It’s obvious that she’s just as surprised to see us because her mouth opens before snapping shut. Her blue eyes bulge with horror, and she half turns around to depart, but then stops herself, frozen in place. Meanwhile, Winston is totally oblivious.
“Katherine, this is Colt and Cason Madewell, who own the Double C,” our foreman introduces. “I’ll let you guys get to know each other while picking up that nutritional supplement from the kitchen. Then, we’ll head to the barn and I’ll give you a tour around there too.”
Winston disappears, the door shutting behind him and leaving us in the company of this young goddess.
“Welcome to our spread, Katherine,” my brother says. “It seems we’ve met before,” he adds in an amused tone.
The young woman shakes as she stands before us. She literally trembles, those big boobs bobbling.
“This has been a huge mistake,” she mumbles, staring at the ground. “I’m so sorry this happened, and I’ll get out of your hair immediately.”
This time, she really does turn to go but I sprint from my desk to the door, blocking her way.
Man oh man, she’s even more beautiful up close, and a sweet scent fills my nostrils at her proximity.
The young woman’s long blonde hair trails down her back, her big blue eyes are wide and alarmed, and that busty figure is highlighted by a pink t-shirt that stretches over her huge tits, and skin-tight jeans that hug her wide ass.
Hell, she’s so curvy she resembles Marilyn Monroe.
Strike that: not Marilyn Monroe, but Jayne Mansfield.
The new ranch hand reminds me of the platinum-haired actress with the same curvy figure and innocent expression.
Unfortunately, she’s also hellbent on making an escape.
“Out of my way,” she mutters, refusing to meet my eyes.
I smile lazily, like a predator that has prey in its sights.
“Not so fast,” I drawl. “Like my brother said, we’ve met before. As in, last night at the Starlight Saloon. In fact, I think we were even intimate, were we not?”
Her blue eyes shoot sparks at me, which is almost cute seeing that I’m a head taller than the petite blonde. She reminds me of a gorgeous kitten, playful while also believing she’s a tiger.
“Yes, but I didn’t realize it at the time. I had no idea that you’d be my bosses,” she manages between clenched teeth.
Colt comes to stand beside us, his huge form also looming over Katherine.
“Well, the world is full of surprises, isn’t it?” he drawls, sharing a glance with me. “And it’s a fortuitous one too. We’re happy to have you at the Double C, Katherine.”
“Kiki,” she manages in a stilted voice. “No one calls me Katherine.”
My brother and I share a glance.
“Wow, we thought Kiki was a stage name, but evidently ladies of the night use their real names when performing these days.”
The young woman puts her hands on her hips, clearly miffed now. Her blue eyes shoot sparks, and she’s even more attractive than before.
“You know what? Just forget you ever met me. I’m sure there are a ton of dudes dying to work at the Double C, and a boatload of ladies dying to get into your bed. Seeing that you’re overbooked, I don’t need to be a part of this. I’ll go now.”
This time, it’s Colt who blocks her path.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. We know each other well. Maybe not personality-wise,” my brother amends, “but at least biblically. So why don’t we talk? We’d love to know more about you, sweetheart.”
Kiki looks to protest again, but then seats herself unceremoniously on a nearby chair.
“Fine,” she says in a grumpy voice. “Talk.”
Meanwhile, my eyes sear over her lush, feminine figure because she’s young, beautiful, and obviously very irate.
Still, she looks healthy, radiant, and best of all, wholesome despite emanating anger from every bone in her body.
What were the chances? My brother and I were looking for a woman to bring to our next family function …
and it seems like she just walked in the door.