Page 81 of The Naughty Virgin

CHAPTER TWENTY

Karina

I tried on the wedding dress, pulling the tight lace bodice over my boobs. Oh god, I sighed. As usual, my Double D jugs were too big and there was no way the boned material was going to cover anything, much less button with tiny eyehooks in the back.

“Everything okay in there?” cooed the salesgirl, knocking from outside. “How does it look?”

I let out another sigh. “Can you get me another dress please? Something with more material maybe? I just can’t fit.”

“Sure honey, let me take a look,” she said before skipping away.

Defeatedly, I tore off the dress, surrounded in a pool of lace and tulle like Venus rising from a froth of sea foam. Except that I was hardly Venus -- I bet she didn’t have trouble fitting into anything.

The door creaked open and I reached a hand out, expecting to grab onto some material, the latest dress to add to this futile attempt.

Instead, my hand brushed a hard male chest, firm and hot beneath a starched shirt.

“Heya fiancée,” growled Caleb. “That’s a hot look you got there.”

And I flushed, my hands going automatically to cover my nipples. I wore nothing in the changing room but lacy white underpants plus white heels and sheer stockings. It was a tantalizing get-up, I admit, and my brother had already noticed, judging from the quickly rising snake in his pants.

Just as quickly, the door opened again and Caden slipped into the dressing room, a sly grin on his face. I gasped slightly. I’d forgotten how big my steps were, their massive shoulders broad, almost reaching from wall to wall in the tiny space.

“We like what we see,” Caden said smoothly, boldly running a big hand over my breast, skimming the nipple with his fingers. “It’s gonna taste good,” he rumbled before bending his head to catch the rosy tip in his mouth.

“Eek!” I managed to squeak before Caleb clamped a hand over my mouth.

“Nuh uh, little sis,” he reprimanded with a devious look on his face. “We’re in a public space and there are a ton of other brides out there, trying on their dresses as we speak. Quiet,” he commanded.

And I nodded my head even as my eyes grew wide with anticipation. Because I’m getting married to Caleb, but he and Caden have agreed to share me, continuing our dirty trio. We’ve gone to pains to make it look as normal as possible, finishing school, scheduling a wedding just like anybody else. Plus, Caleb and I are staying in the Manhattan apartment while Caden’s “moved out” into another digs on the same floor.

But the truth is, he’s never there. We have our ménage going, and it’s a dirty one, with no reason to stop. There’s enough of me for both of them and I love sucking and fucking my steps, it makes me feel like a complete woman.

Plus, our issues have been resolved. Brenda was revealed as a total fake, her story discredited and everything about “Sandy” questioned. First, there had been the Phipps blog, pointing out red flags. Then, the cascade of doubt began. The Rolling Stone reporter evidently hadn’t interviewed any other witnesses. Not one. Zip. Zilch. Not me, not Vera, not Cole, no one. Plus, the police investigation was concluded, confirming that “we found no basis to believe that an incident occurred at that fraternity.”

It was only a matter of time before Rolling Stone retracted the story.

But in terms of Cade, Caleb, and I, we were free -- free to move on with our lives. No one thought about the Sterling twins anymore and besides, anything that had been said in Rolling Stone was treated as false. An investigator was hired to fact-check the article and concluded that Rolling Stone’s poor reporting “threw shame onto the entire journalistic process, calling into question the integrity of the profession.” You can believe my brothers and I smiled like cats in the cream when we saw that report.

But in the meantime, we could move on with our lives, and that meant enjoying each other in the best ways possible.

“Oh!” I breathed lightly as Caden bent lower to trail kisses down my belly, stopping at the hem of my underwear.

“Did you wear this for us?” he said slyly, running his fingers lightly against the damp lace, savoring that wet fabric, watching with growing lust as my pussy moistened before his eyes.

Wordlessly I nodded. My mind was always obsessed with my brothers and I couldn’t wait to take the next step. Because the next step was … double vaginal. Yeah, after a lot of consideration, I’ve decided I want to service my husbands at the same time … both in my pussy. It was going to be tight, possibly even painful, but I wanted to feel those cocks pulsing in my hole, feel my brothers come, their sperm mixing simultaneously in my little twat.

And so I went for it. Like a slut, I spread my legs and pulled my panties to the side, baring my wet slit. My lips were lubed already, moist and plump and I wanted to show my brothers exactly what they did to me. With a devious smile, I pulled my labia apart with my fingers, my clit throbbing so hard that it looked a little dick, sticking straight up in the air while my pink pulsed with running juice.

“Come and get it, brothers,” I purred.

And they were on their knees before me at once, lapping at my vagina, Caden alternately sucking and licking my clit as Caleb tongued my hole, jabbing his tongue inside, testing that space.

But I needed to get stretched out for the coming work-out and I ground against their faces, urging them to do more. Reading my mind, Caleb pushed two fingers into my vag hard.

“Unnf!” I squealed, not caring if anyone heard. Hey, I’m sure I’m not the only bride who’s been fucked in the dressing room before.

But two fingers weren’t enough.

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