Bambi and Roxy were identical except where it counted. Same face, same blonde hair, same heavy tits and the same habit of looking at each other like they were already halfway inside each other. They were twenty-six. Porn stars. Twins. And they were currently naked on the living-room rug, working on a scene.
The script called for Twin Sisters Can’t Keep Their Hands Off Each Other — Then Big Brother Walks In.
Their brother Otis was twenty-eight and sitting in the armchair with a beer he hadn’t touched. Their cuckold, Derek, was on the couch with his dick out and a cock ring on, because the girls liked him hard and unused.
“Okay,” Bambi said, looking at the pages. “We start with kissing. Then I eat you. Then you sit on my face. Then we scissor until one of us taps. Then Otis is supposed to ‘catch us’ and we pull him in. Derek stays in the corner and doesn’t get to touch anything.”
Roxy grinned, already spreading her legs. “We already know the kissing part.”
They did.
Bambi crawled over her sister and kissed her like they were alone. Tongues, spit, little bites. Roxy’s hand went straight between Bambi’s thighs and two fingers slid into her without warning. Wet sound. Bambi moaned into her twin’s mouth.
Otis’s jaw flexed.
Derek whispered, “Fuck,” and got ignored.
Bambi kissed down Roxy’s throat, sucked a nipple until Roxy arched, then kept going. She pushed Roxy’s thighs wide and buried her face in her sister’s cunt.
Roxy’s head dropped back. “That’s it. Get it all. Script says sloppy.”
Bambi made it sloppy. She licked from hole to clit in long, greedy strokes, then sealed her mouth over Roxy and sucked. Her nose pressed into Roxy’s trimmed blonde hair. She pushed two fingers in and curled them while she ate.
Roxy grabbed Bambi’s hair and fucked her sister’s face. “Watch, Otis. This is what we do when you’re at work.”
Otis’s cock was a thick line down his thigh. He didn’t move.
Bambi flipped them. She lay back, pulled Roxy up by the hips, and sat her sister on her mouth. Roxy faced Otis while she rode Bambi’s tongue, grinding, smearing herself over Bambi’s chin and nose. Bambi’s hands spread Roxy’s ass so Otis could see everything: wet hole, dripping cunt, the way Roxy’s clit dragged over Bambi’s tongue.
“She’s soaking me,” Bambi said, muffled. “Taste her, Otis. She’s sweet when she’s performing.”
Roxy laughed, breathless. “He’s not allowed yet. Script says he watches first.”
They scissored next. Bambi and Roxy locked legs, cunts pressed together, grinding in a wet, filthy rhythm. Clits sliding. Lips parting around each other. They held hands and stared at each other while they fucked, identical faces flushed, identical mouths open.
Derek’s cock leaked onto his stomach. No one looked at him.
Roxy came first, a sharp little cry, hips jerking against her twin. Bambi kept grinding until she followed, thighs shaking, a string of slick connecting them when they finally pulled apart.
They lay there panting, fingers still lazily petting each other’s cunts.
Otis stood up.
The beer hit the table. His belt came open. His cock looked angry.
Bambi smiled without sitting up. “That’s not the line.”
“Fuck the line,” Otis said.
Roxy reached out and wrapped her hand around her brother’s cock. “Finally. We wrote you in three drafts ago.”
He dropped to his knees between them. Bambi pulled his face to her pussy first. He licked his sister the way she’d just licked the other one — hungry, no technique, just need. Roxy stroked him while he ate Bambi, then pushed his head toward her own cunt so he could taste both of them in one pass.
“Good boy,” Roxy murmured. “Now you know why we don’t need Derek.”
Otis lined up with Bambi and pushed in. She was soaked from her sister’s mouth. He sank to the base in one stroke and Bambi’s nails dug into his ass.
“Hard,” she said. “We’re not making a vanilla scene.”
He fucked her into the rug. Roxy straddled Bambi’s face again so Bambi could keep eating her while their brother used her. The room filled with wet slaps and the sound of Bambi moaning into Roxy’s cunt.
Otis pulled out of Bambi, shiny and thick, and shoved into Roxy without warning. Roxy gasped and dropped forward onto her hands. Bambi slid under her and sucked Roxy’s clit while Otis pounded her.
Derek made a broken noise. Roxy looked at him over her shoulder.
“Stay. Watch your girlfriends take their brother’s cock. That’s your job.”
Otis lasted longer than he expected. When he got close he pulled out, stroked twice, and painted both of their pussies — stripes across Bambi’s lips and Roxy’s clit. The twins immediately started licking it off each other, passing his cum between their mouths, then pulling him down so he could kiss it off their tongues.
They weren’t done.
Bambi sat on Otis’s face. Roxy sat on his cock, facing away, bouncing, reaching back to spread herself so he could watch his dick disappear into his sister. Bambi leaned forward and kissed Roxy while she rode, the three of them a messy knot of twins and brother.
Roxy came on him with her forehead against Bambi’s. Bambi came on his tongue. Otis came a second time inside Roxy, holding her hips down so she had to take it.
When they finally collapsed, Derek was still on the couch, cock dark and untouched.
Bambi wiped her mouth, looked at the script, and laughed.
“We should keep this take,” she said. “The joining-in part was better when he couldn’t wait.”
Roxy reached over, found Otis’s hand, and put it back between her legs.
“One more. For continuity.”
Otis didn’t argue.
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