Page 53 of The Naughty Virgin

CHAPTER THREE

Caden

I saw her the minute she walked in. She was shy but looking around wide-eyed, trying to get her bearings the dark. There were about ten girls, your usual bachelorette squad, more than a little drunk off their asses. As I watched, the girl in charge, obviously the bachelorette, whipped out a decanter from her purse, took a swig, and yelled “Yee-haw!” leading the way to the center circle.

My brother Caleb was dancing at the moment in a real banana hammock, the material stretchy and golden. He smiled at the girls, his moves flawless, showing off his pecs, abs and thighs as the girls flocked in a circle around him, oohing and ahing, not a few furiously digging into their purses for bills.

And what can I say? My twin is sculpted, we work for these bods and aren’t afraid to use them.

We’re just here for a weekend on a whim, it’s not like we need to dance for money – we’re fucking billionaires, more used to having girls dance for us. But sometimes it’s nice to turn the tables and be the object of lust for our bodies, instead of our wealth.

So Caleb ground and twisted, much to the delight of the women, and dropped to his heels, giving them a good look at those glutes before straightening again. I knew that more was coming though. He stood up and bent over, tensing his buttocks for the women to ogle. Not a few reached hands forward to touch, mouths gaping, although he skirted away just in time.

Here’s where it gets kinky. I snapped my blue banana hammock on and joined Caleb in the golden circle of light. Moving seamlessly, we began dancing in sync, grinding our hips, letting our huge bulges take the spotlight, running fingers under the elastic of our hammocks, pulling the material aside fleetingly to tantalize with a glimpse of balls and maybe even a little cock. Shit, the tip of my cock was poking out of my waistband, it was so hard, and I could see the outline of Caleb’s dick wrapped around his waist, a snake in a blanket.

The girl with the auburn hair looked on with shock, her eyes wide as she downed mouthful after mouthful of alcohol. Management should have ripped that decanter from her hand, outside alcohol wasn’t allowed, but hey, that shit builds courage right?

But at the same time, I had an odd urge to touch her, to make the color blaze in her cheeks and I could tell my twin had seen her too. Getting ready for our finale, we faced each other, not touching, hips gyrating with wide smiles as the girls cheered.

Slowly we ground our cocks closer and closer, inching forward little by little, the girls gasping, not a few fondling themselves, their eyes wide as they took in the show.

Finally, our groins touched, the gold fabric and the blue, our penises rubbing through the cloth. Yeah, that’s right. My twin and I were grinding on each other, and let me tell you, based on the female screams all around, it was the hottest shit any of them had seen … ever.

Meanwhile, the cute girl had finished whatever she was drinking and was now watching us with pure lust, undisguised, hungry and desperate. I could see that her hand had trailed down her pussy and she was fingering herself under the cocktail dress, her movements sharp and jerky. With a slight nod of my head, I gestured to the pit boss and he made his way over to the girl, whispering quietly in her ear.

Her eyes grew wide but she nodded and reached into her purse for some cash, handing it over wordlessly. Bingo! With one last smile, I made a thrusting movement with my hips, my twin doing the same and then disengaged. We’d just secured another engagement … in the back room.

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