Story Excerpt

Brenna was not content to spectate. She pressed up beside her twin, nudging Amanda with a sharp elbow and slipping her own hand between Amanda’s grip and Charlie’s feverish skin. For a second, their fingers tangled around his shaft, hot and slippery with precum. Brenna asserted herself while competing for control of her brother’s cock, squeezing tighter, almost a fraction too hard. But the roughness made Charlie gasp and moan. Brenna’s hand was colder, lighter, and her wrist flick was different. Less steady, more unpredictable, like she was intent on finding every spot that made his knees buckle and teasing it for just a moment.

“You don’t want to cum for that slut,” Brenna whispered. “But you can cum for me. Aim for my tits and you can watch me suck them clean.”

Amanda, never one to cede control to her twin, retaliated by taking her brother’s balls in her palm. She offered a gentle squeeze, rolling them with a careful authority that was somehow equal parts humiliating and exciting. Her nails grazed his skin, sending a tingle up his spine that almost made him forget about Brenna’s relentless attack on his cock. Almost. Brenna sped up, abandoning any pretense of subtlety, and grinned as she caught a bead of precum bubbling at the tip. She thumbed it, smeared it down the shaft, and flicked her gaze to Amanda as if to demonstrate her progressing lead in the competition.

Charlie clenched his fists, breath ragged, legs tensed. He wanted to last. He needed to last. To see how far his twin sisters would go. He wanted more. Wanted everything from them. But his body desperately craved release, to cover them both with cum, splattering their gorgeous faces and chests.

Sweat gathered at the small of his back and ran down his thighs. The twin focus was too much—two sets of horny eyes, two competing hands, two sisters sculpted from the same DNA, the same parents, amplifying each other’s energy as they milked his cock and massaged his balls. They leaned in closer to one another, tits pressing together, arms locked in a silent war for supremacy, and he was the battleground.

“Not bad, but I think he likes it rougher,” Brenna taunted, twisting her wrist at the top of each stroke.

Amanda rolled her eyes, spat in her palm, and slid it up under Brenna’s, doubling the sensation.

“You mean sloppier. I’d rather win by technique.” She dragged her thumb up his shaft to his swollen head, massaging the head with calculated, teasing pressure.

Charlie’s vision jittered, the room tilting. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of his sisters locked in combat over his cock, but their voices burrowed through.

“You can’t use spit!” Brenna accused. “That’s like throwing your mouth in there!”

“Then use your tears as you cry about it,” Amanda shot back.

“Fine. I’ll just use some spit, too.” Brenna chirped.

Brenna pushed her sister’s hand away and dove onto her brother’s cock, mouth open, sucking his swollen head in. Precum covered her tongue which she greedily lapped up, savoring the sweet and salty taste. Amanda immediately countered by licking up and down, up and down, Charlie’s shaft, stopping only to suck his balls.