Page 13 of Double XL Mountain Men
“What?” I practically whisper-scream. “That cabin is asex cabin? Your dad keeps it to fuck women on the sly?”
I shrug.
“Yeah, basically. But Barrett’s in a serious relationship now, so the only girl he’s fucking is his girlfriend. But yeah, he and his friend Cross are both dating Misty. They take turns with her, and the three of them even have a baby together. We love our little half-brother, Sylvester.”
By now, my mind is whirling because I can’t compute. The handsome twins have just revealed that they learned their dirty ways from their father! Their dad is some asshole billionaire who fucks young women on the reg, and who lent his sons his cabin to do the same. Even crazier, it seems all the men in this family enjoy double-teaming women, and I’m merely the latest character in their sordid adventure.
I make a decision and stand up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor.
“Okay, obviously this isn’t going to work,” I say in a queenly, yet trembling, tone. “We have too much history for any tutoring to be successful, so I’m going to resign. I’ll let the girl outside know, and they’ll assign you a different tutor shortly. Thanks, it’s been great meeting you.”
“You can’t quit,” Brent drawls, lounging back in his chair.
“We won’t let you,” Brandon smirks with a shrug of his big shoulders.
“Oh yeah?” I demand while slinging my knapsack over one shoulder. “Well, watch this!”
But the men merely shrug again while exchanging a look.
“Don’t go, sweetheart,” Brent says in a silky tone. “Or we’ll tell everyone that it’syouworking for Sweet Lies, and not your roommate.”
“You wouldn’t!” I gasp, pausing in midflight. “Oh my god, that’s so wrong!”
“Fucked-up up is our middle name, sweetheart,” Brandon grins. “But why don’t we make a bet, and if you win, you get to leave,and we’ll never mention what happened again. Ifwewin though, you stay.”
I stare at them.
“What bet?” I ask in a slow tone. “Somehow I get the feeling that the field’s not level.”
“The field is never level,” Brent smirks, so confident and yet arrogant that I wish I could slap him and then kiss that mobile mouth. “Take it from two football players. There’s always something going on with the pitch.”
“But do you agree?” his brother adds, one black brow raised. “Or should we go straight to the student newspaper with the news that co-eds at Western are moonlighting as escorts? I’m sure they’ll appreciate the scoop. Plus, we’ll make sure that you’re portrayed as an escort, and not something like a paid companion or dinner partner. We want to be upfront and truthful when tipping off reporters.”
“It’ll probably be the biggest scoop of their lives,” Brent adds. “Can’t wait to see that headline. What would it be? Hmmm,Western Girls like to Ride ‘Em Cowboy.Or:Buck Naked Ladies Under the Influence of Yellowstone. I don’t know. I’m not a writer, so I’m sure there are catchier phrases out there. I’m just spit-balling.”
I sputter, completely angry and yet horrified too because how would I deny their claims? Oh my god, this has gotten so out of hand.
“Fine,” I grit through clenched teeth. “What’s the bet?”
The twins look at each other and smile. Again, their grins are dazzling and yet they’re so arrogant and sure of themselves thatI wish I could tackle them to the ground and bang their heads against the floor before getting on those twin cocks and riding them hard. Oooh, it would be the perfect stress relief, even if I embarrassed myself in the process. But Brandon and Brent merely smile again.
“The bet is simple, sweet girl. If you’re wearing panties right now, then you get to quit, no harm no foul. But if your bare pussy is sweet and wet underneath that skirt, then you belong to us,” Brandon says in a smooth tone, the flare in his blue eyes the only giveaway that he’s excited. “So what’ll it be?”
I pause, trembling like a butterfly because of course, I already know the outcome.
“Fine,” I say in a barely tolerant voice. “But this is blackmail!”
“We never said it wasn’t,” Brent smirks, sitting up as his cock hardens. Oh god, it’s growing before my very eyes, and to my horror, I’m already wet beneath the stiff denim of my skirt. My thighs are slick with need and my breasts grow heavy and tender beneath the soft pink fabric of my cardigan.
“Show us, baby girl,” Brandon hisses, his blue eyes focused on the dark vee between my thighs. “Prove to us that you’re a dirty girl, and your secret will be safe.”
What choice do I have but to agree? Slowly, I drop my knapsack to the ground before gently pulling up the hem to my skirt. Oh my god, is this really happening? But judging from the twins’ aroused gazes, it definitely is ... and even more, I want it.
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Brent
Oh fuck, she’s gorgeous. I can’t tear my eyes away as the fabric to her skirt slips up those thick ivory thighs. My cock punches at my fly, the material almost painful because I’m so hard.
