(Author's note: this story deals with some very gritty and harsh subject matter. This is not for those looking for a straightforward sex story. There are many themes that some people might find objectionable, but to reveal them might give away parts of the story prematurely. If you continue reading, please keep this warning in mind.)
(This is the first of an eight-part series.)
Part One
Talon stretched painfully as he sat at the desk in the spacious apartment's living room. He cracked his neck, then his back, then his knuckles. For a moment, he looked away from the laptop before him, admiring the decorations of the small abode. Posters from dozens of movies dating back nearly twenty years competed with the purloined menus from equally as many restaurants for space upon the walls. He liked the look of the comely abode which he had called home for more than four years. In all that time, it had gained its own personality, becoming as eclectic and unique as its inhabitants.
"What're you working on?"
The masculine, but naturally lilting voice drifted from the bedroom doorway behind him. Talon smirked as he settled his fingertips to the laptop's keyboard. "Just posting on one of my forums," he responded.
He heard the faint swish of feet upon carpet behind him, but did not turn to acknowledge it. Instead, he continued typing, until a pair of slim-fingered hands settled briefly to his shoulders before sliding down his bare torso. Slender yet muscular arms settled against his chest. His eyes fell to the detailed ink of the rattlesnake tattoo coiled around the right arm, which exactly matched the design on his own.
Talon breathed in, instantly feeling a twinge of arousal. "Thorne," he muttered, trying to continue his typing. "Not now."
A dark but seductive chuckle sounded in Talon's right ear as a smooth-skinned face slid alongside his own. "I want," was all that was said.
Talon faltered in his typing, closing his eyes as he relished the feel of those familiar, talented hands gliding across his chest and abdomen, before they delved further and brushed through the close-cropped nest of dark hair above his penis.
"Can't you, um—" He paused a moment, clearing his throat. "Can't you give me just a minute?"
The hands suddenly retreated, the smooth faced disappeared. But it was only the briefest of respites before the owner of both stepped into view on Talon's right side. He stood at the corner of the desk, waiting.
Talon could not help but look. The slender man was in obscenely good shape. Uniformly alabaster skin glowed beneath the soft light of the room's lamps. Thorne's face was as if chiseled from the same block as that which Michelangelo had carved David, replete with dark curls about the head. Beneath that, the toned body was smooth and strong, with not an ounce of hair to be shown, not even around the base of the impressive, uncircumsized penis, which angled out and down in a state of casual arousal.
Talon grinned, instantly forgetting his online activities as he beheld the beautiful, hairless figure before him. He was mesmerized by the sight of such smoothness around Thorne's genitals. Acting on impulse, he reached out to caress the silky shaft and hairless testicles beneath. Thorne responded with a deep, emphatic sigh, parting his thighs.
"How'd you get it so smooth?" Talon asked. "There's, like, no stubble."
"That new epilator I got off eBay," Thorne responded, pushing his hips out to encourage further caresses of his genitals. His cock swelled, and was soon jutting out at full mast. "Fuck, that feels good."
Talon chuckled. "Okay, you win," he said, then rose. He cupped Thorne's face and kissed him sensuously, making them both moan. "Let's go to bed, brother."
* * * *
Making love to my twin brother is like making love to myself, Talon thought as he settled atop Thorne in a sixty-nine. He sighed as his stiffened cock slid past his identical twin's lips before he lifted his brother's penis, admiring it for a moment before tucking it into his own mouth. Muffled moans of satisfaction issued from both their throats as they settled into a practiced rhythm.
Talon loved the way the smooth, bulbous pink head of his brother's cock slid across his tongue toward the back of his mouth. The sensations Thorne elicited with his own oral ministrations were equally heavenly. The more his brother sucked him, the more aroused and aggressive he became with his attention upon Thorne's cock.
For many long, sublime moments, the incestuous pair serviced one another, each of them bucking, each of them sucking, neither willing to let go of the stiff phallus trapped within his mouth. Fingertips danced and raked across smooth, pale skin. They murmured and gasped, sucked and swallowed. The passion they held for one another became more and more ardent with each passing moment.
Finally, Talon felt his brother's cock swell to full rigidity, a sure sign of impending release. Sucking voraciously, he pumped his mouth up and down, even as he undulated his hips, spearing Thorne's mouth over and over. When the heated rush of fluid sluiced over his tongue, inundating his senses, Talon came as well, pouring his seed into Thorne's mouth.
For several blissful moments, the fair-skinned brothers writhed and moaned, savoring and swallowing the fruits of their deliciously incestuous labors. As twins, they instinctively knew how to prolong each others' orgasm without making it painful, and tenderly sucked one another until both young men were soft.
Only then did Talon roll off his brother's body, panting and spent, the gritty flavor of Thorne's semen lingering in his mouth as he stared at the ceiling in post-erotic bliss. He licked his lips and smiled sublimely, knowing that he could never enjoy a better lover than his own twin.
* * * *
Kaylee looked herself over in the mirror. I'm putting too much effort into this, she thought as she scrutinized her makeup. She leaned in, wiping away a bit of mascara from the edge of her left eye. Fuck it, she told herself. This is good enough for a one night stand.
She straightened and sighed. God, I look like a tramp. She considered changing the shimmering gold blouse -- beneath which her braless breasts, though of average size, were conspicuous -- for something less eye-catching. She liked the black tights, which showed off her toned legs and firm, round ass, as well as the black leather ankle boots which flared out in homage to classic eighties fashion.
Maybe the white blouse? she thought, taking a step toward the walk-in closet of her apartment. But she stopped herself with a chastising thought. No. If you're gonna do this, you're gonna go all the way. You want this. Fuck, you need this. Just one night of anonymous sex with some hot guy you don't even know and will never see again . . . yep. The perfect thing to get over Jesse.
With a last, apprehensive look in the mirror, she flicked off the light and left the bathroom.
* * * *
Had she entered on her own, Kaylee would most likely have turned about and returned to her car the moment she stepped into the nightclub. It had been almost two years since her departure from the madcap modern dating scene, for which she had been immensely grateful.
But she was not alone.
"Gonna be great, girlfriend!" shrieked her best friend Leticia, maintaining an iron grip on the willowy brunette's arm as they threaded their way through the sea of bodies. Leticia's vicarious excitement for her friend's return to the meat grinder of the social scene was almost annoying for Kaylee.
"You gonna find some hunky stud, mix it up on the dance floor -- use them moves, baby! -- then take him back to the love pad and rock his fucking brains out!"
Kaylee rolled her eyes, reevaluating her decision to go out for the hundredth time. God, this is such a fucking mistake, she quietly lamented.
A couple of strong mixed drinks served in purple fluted cylinders later, however, and Kaylee's reservations were melting away. Despite having added a few pounds during her now failed relationship, she remained a lightweight when it came to alcohol. Her inhibitions were slowly draining away, but not yet enough to give in to the numerous invitations -- most from drunken men who slurred their way through clumsy come-ons -- she endured.
"Oh, come on, girlfriend, that boy was hawt!" Leticia exclaimed after Kaylee had turned away the most recent potential suitor. For herself, Leticia very prominently and proudly flashed her recent engagement ring to any brave fellow who deigned to proposition her. Her role was clear: she was here for Kaylee, not for herself.
Kaylee shrugged, sipping the last of her second drink. "I didn't like his cologne."
Leticia fixed her friend a look. "Who the fuck cares about cologne when you're sucking a guy's balls?"
The brunette grimaced. "What if he puts it down there, too?" she challenged. "Some guys do, you know. Then I gotta smell it and taste it. No thanks."
Her friend huffed in exasperation. "Okay, girl, I get it: you ain't too thrilled about putting the pussy on parade. But fuck, Kaylee, you been sitting home every Friday night eating Cherry Garcia and watching that same old lame-ass movie--"
Kaylee glared. "It's not 'lame-ass,'" she countered defensively. "So what if The Princess Bride is, like, my favorite movie of all time?"
Leticia gazed up at the dark ceiling of the nightclub, as if seeking strength from some higher power that hovered somewhere beyond. After a moment, she leveled her eyes on her friend. "Look. Jesse seriously fucked you over. He did some trashy little bitch--"
"Thanks for reminding me, Dr. Phil," Kaylee interrupted sourly.
"--and now you're thinking you ain't all that anymore," Leticia continued, unperturbed. She laughed ironically. "Which, obviously, is a bunch of fucking bullshit, since you been getting so many eyes since you waltzed that tight little booty of yours in here."
Kaylee looked dejected. "It's not that easy, okay?" She breathed out heavily over her drink. "I can't just . . . fuck some random dude. I gotta . . . feel something, know what I mean?"
Leticia softened. "Okay, I get that," she said with an empathetic nod. "Hey, look. If you wanna go, we can go. It's no big deal."
Kaylee shrugged, stirring the last bits of slush in her glass. "Go get me another drink," she ordered with a rakish smile. "I'll think about it."
* * * *
Amid another round of drinks, random self-admonishment and self-pity, Kaylee finally got all of her frustrations off her chest. ". . . all this time, he's telling me he likes my tits, there's nothing wrong with them . . . and what does he fucking do? Bang some fucking stripper with the fakest fucking balloon tits this side of Taylor Swift!"
Leticia laughed uproariously, slapping her hands to the tiny table between them. "Tell it, girl!"
Kaylee grumbled, took another sip of her drink. As she had done several times during the previous several minutes, she stole quick glances toward a particular corner of the horseshoe-shaped bar. "Hey," she said, garnering her friend's attention.
Leticia leaned in, inebriation obvious upon her colored cheeks. "What."
The brunette nibbled her lip a moment, smiling around the tip of her straw. "Don't get your hopes up, and don't look, but . . . I think the guy at the end of the bar's been checking me out. And I think he's kind'a hot."
Leticia instantly whipped her head around. "What? Who? Where?" After a few moments, she returned her attention to her now-glaring friend.
"I said, 'don't look.'"
Leticia chuckled. "Okay, girlfriend. I promise I won't look. Where is he? What's he look like?"
Kaylee's eyes darted toward the end of the bar, catching glimpses through the moving throng of party-goers. She couldn't help but smile. "He's at the far end of the bar," she said. "Kind'a skinny, thick black hair, fucking sexy-ass eyes . . . ."
Leticia cackled. "Oh, listen to you, girl!" she exclaimed. "Go for it! Go get him!"
But the slender brunette blushed. "I don't know," she began, and then her face fell. "Shit. He's gone."
A sly smile spread across her friend's face. "You said thick dark hair and to-die-for eyes?" she asked.
Kaylee read Leticia's face, noting the other woman's gaze was fixed on something behind her. She turned, seeing the same man she had been stealing glimpses of, approaching cautiously.
Leticia leaned across the table. "Oh, he's a cute one," she said, then slipped off the bar stool. "You have fun, now."
Alarm flooded Kaylee's face. "What? You're going? Wh--" She sputtered with sudden unease as her friend strode away. Heat flooding her cheeks, Kaylee stared down at her half-finished drink, afraid to focus on anything -- or anyone -- else.
"Excuse me."
She looked to her left. The man with the gorgeous eyes now stood beside her. He wore a white silk shirt with the top couple of buttons undone, revealing a smooth, athletic chest. Naturally dark lips contrasted with both his pale skin and thick, shaggy black hair. In any other situation, Kaylee would have assumed such a man to be gay.
He raised his hand and smiled disarmingly. "If you're going to shoot me down, just get it over with."
Kaylee gave a blushing smile. "Is it that obvious?"
He shrugged. "Well, when a beautiful woman turns away every single guy who approaches her, it kind'a makes a man nervous, you know?"
her eyes drifted down his body. Nice jeans, she thought. Just tight enough to show off your package. Assuming it's not a rolled-up sock, anyway. "Not too nervous, obviously," she said as she returned to his eyes.
He grinned. "I figured I'd take my chances. Can't be any worse off than I already am, right?" He offered a hand. "My name's Thorne."
She hesitantly accepted his hand with a dubious look. "'Thorne?'" she asked.
He stooped briefly to kiss her fingers, then straightened with a wry smile. "Yeah, I know. Sounds like some nickname from West Side Story or some shit," he said. "But it's really my name. Wanna see my driver's license?"
Kaylee chuckled. "No, that's okay."
He gestured to the vacant seat. "May I?"
She pursed her lips in thought. The fact that Thorne was gorgeous she could not dispute. But Jesse had been a hunky stud, and she did not want to get caught up in a similar situation. But then, if all I'm gonna do is fuck . . . .
"Sure," she said.
His smile broadened as he took the chair. "Okay, step one accomplished."
"What's step two?"
Thorne shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't think I'd get this far."
His humility made her chuckle, and for the first time in months, she felt a slight twinge of arousal in the pit of her stomach.
* * * *
The witching hour of midnight resulted in a flood of patrons to the nightclub. The cacophony of the music and conversational din flooded over the burgeoning couple as they talked, making them lean closer across the small table between them, faces mere inches apart, just so they could be heard.
"I can't hear what you're saying!" Kaylee blurted at one point with a laugh.
Thorne grimaced, looking around at the oppressive crowd surrounding them. They had both been jostled several times as partiers crowded the nearby bar. "Hey!"
"What!"
"Why don't we go somewhere else?"
Kaylee stared at him for a moment. This was the tipping point, she knew. She could not deny the insistence of her libido, which had been sparked, then fanned, then fueled into a full-blown inferno the more she spoke with Thorne. The fact that she wanted sex was not up for debate. But, was she willing to give in to this gorgeous, smooth-talking, well-dressed man?
Heartbeats passed. Kaylee found herself licking her lips. The alcohol she had consumed made her braver than she would otherwise have been. She answered with a nod and a coy smile.
Thorne smiled back, slipping from his chair and extending his hand. Kaylee took it and settled her feet to the floor. She swayed for a moment as the rush of inebriated blood coursed through her. But Thorne was quick to steady the young woman with an arm around her waist, and he guided her through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd toward the door.
Once outside, the cool air and sudden freedom of movement made them both emit gratified sighs. Fanning away the cloud of cigarette smoke from a dozen or so nearby smokers, They made their way to the parking lot, with Kaylee taking out her phone on the way. The sudden clarity of the air as welcoming.
"I gotta tell my friend I'm leaving," she said, even as she started tapping on the screen.
"Sure," Thorne said with a smile.
Kaylee paused, looking up at Thorne. "Um . . . where are we going?"
He took a step past, then turned and faced her. "It's your call," he said. "We could, uh, grab something to eat, hit a little coffee bar just up the street, or . . . ."
Kaylee arched an eyebrow. "Or?" she prompted.
He smiled rakishly. "My hotel's just down the block," he said, punctuating his statement with a suggestive look.
Again, the willowy brunette blushed. She sucked in her lips a moment, contemplating her options. The fog of alcohol parted only for the desires of her Id. "Can I be honest with you?"
Thorne cocked his head. "Haven't we been all night?"
She smirked. "Okay, but, what I meant was, um . . . ." She trailed off, unsure of how to say what was on her mind.
He reached out and touched her cheek, brushing his thumb along the soft skin beneath a hazel-hued eye. "Before you say anything else, can I just tell you that I think you're incredibly beautiful?"
Briefly, Kaylee felt her knees wobble. She emitted a strained sighed. "Oh, God, don't say things like that," she said in a quavering voice.
"Why not?"
She huffed and stepped back. "Because I . . . I mean I'm not looking . . . I don't want . . . I mean, I just wanna . . ." She expelled deeply in frustration. "Fuck!"
Thorne chuckled. "Okay, I can do that, too."
She looked back at him and let out a short, rude laugh. "Are you looking for a girlfriend?"
Thorne licked lips which had become somewhat dry from the two cocktails he had imbibed. "You want me to be honest?"
She nodded vehemently. "Yeah."
He shrugged. "I'm not sure," he said. "I know I like you, and I'm not gonna lie and say I haven't been undressing you all night with my eyes, but . . . if this is gonna be a 'first date' kind'a thing, I'd be willing to go the distance."
Kaylee smiled sweetly. "God, why can't all guys just be honest like that?"
Thorne laughed. "'Cause if they were, I wouldn't have a chance?"
She echoed the laugh, then suddenly stepped close, nearly pressing her body to his. Her eyes, despite being dulled by alcohol, blazed fiercely. Her expression was one of seductive sincerity. "You have a chance," she breathed. "Look. I don't know if I want another relationship right now. I got fucked over by my ex and I'm feeling kind'a shitty about myself. But I do know . . . ."
He lifted a hand and smoothed back a few strands of thick, curly brown hair from her face. "What do you know?" he asked, powerful dark eyes staring down into hers.
She trembled slightly. Blush rose hotly to her cheeks. "I know I wanna fuck you," she said at last.
He smiled, then lowered his head and lightly, wetly, slid his lips across hers. "My hotel it is, then," he whispered.
* * * *
Thorne fumbled with the pass card at the lock to the hotel room door, finally sliding it in the right way as Kaylee giggled like a schoolgirl beside him. Once the little green light flashed, he shoved the door open with his foot while gathering the now-eager brunette in his arms. She laughed and sighed amid heated kisses as he carried her into the room. Whatever reticence she may have harbored earlier was now gone.
Door falling shut behind them, Thorne carried Kaylee to the king-sized bed in the room and deposited her there with smothering kisses and lightly-clawing hands. A single lamp cast amber light which washed across their skin. He pulled down the neckline of her top, exposing a firm breast and puckered nipple. As he sucked the latter into his mouth, the brunette gasped and writhed, clutching his head.
"God, I'm so turned on," she hissed, flicking the tip of her tongue across his ear.
He suddenly released her nipple to let it cool in the conditioned air of the room, and stood at the end of the bed. "Good," he said, giving his conquest a predatory look as he ripped his shirt open. Buttons danced across the floor as the silk garment fluttered to the floor.
"Mmm," Kaylee mewed, scooting back on the bed, fanning her lean legs back and forth. Her eyes were mesmerized by the sight of the tattooed serpent coiling down Thorne's arm. Hot fucking tat, she thought. She was aware of the wetness between her thighs, which had already begun to soak through the fabric of her stretch pants.
Thorne grinned as he popped the top button of his jeans, then the next, and the next, and the next. Kaylee watched every movement, drinking in the miniscule glimpses of naked flesh beneath her imminent lover's clothing. Her mouth hung slack as she anticipated the view of his full nudity.
Then, suddenly, the jeans slid down Thorne's well-toned thighs, exposing his full nakedness. For a moment, he stood proudly, hands at his sides, as his half-erect cock bobbed out. The complete lack of hair around his sex made his genitals appear to be even more prominent than they would otherwise be.
Kaylee gasped, eyes bulging wide as she drank in the sight of him. She grunted as her pussy suddenly spasmed in anticipation. "Holy shit," she murmured, unable to avert her gaze from the impressive cock before her.
"I guess you like," Thorne commented, moving onto the bed.
She breathed out, then giggled, then swooned. "Wow," she remarked at last, curling forward and reaching a hand to Thorne's genitals. She stroked the firm, pale shaft, smile growing as a drop of pearly fluid seeped from the slit.
"Your turn," he directed, reaching down to tug on her shirt. She gave in easily, allowing her small but firm breasts to become exposed. Lightly tanned, they sat proudly on her chest, with small pink nipples pointing upward.
Thorne doubled over and laved first her lips, then her neck, then her breasts with teasing and talented swipes of his tongue. Every moment found Kaylee becoming more and more aroused.
He peeled off one boot, then the other, then reached for the waistband of her pants. She lifted her hips eagerly, allowing Thorne to peel the fabric from her hips all the way down her slim thighs and off her feet. As he tossed the garment behind him, he looked upon the nudity of his lover with a satisfied grin.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Kaylee trembled, settling her thighs together. The carefully-trimmed patch of dark pubic hair above her sex was all that was visible. "Anything," she panted.
Smugness coloring his face, Thorne pushed her thighs apart, exposing the damp treasure between her thighs. The fragrance of Kaylee's sex drifted to his senses. He looked upon her exposed pussy with interest. The outer lips were thick and dark, framing sleek, pale labia which were just beginning to bulge outward.
He kissed the inside of her right calf. "Tell me," he whispered. "Tell me what you want."
Her head fell back onto the bed. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Just do it . . . do anything you want . . . ."
"Anything?" Thorne asked rhetorically, before rudely shoving her thighs wide apart. "Like this?" He descended upon her, pressing his mouth to her slippery, ripe pussy, sucking the folds of tender pink flesh between his lips.
"Oh, fuck!" Kaylee exclaimed, arching her back deeply, even as she slapped a hand to the back of Thorne's head. She seethed and hissed, grinding her saturated sex against his mouth. Heavy eyes watched the way his nose pressed to her pubic mound. She moaned in heat, nibbling her lip as she savored the sensations of his tongue gliding firmly between the slick folds of her pussy.
His oral attention was just a tease, for Thorne was soon pushing himself up over her body, smiling down upon her. His lips and chin were moistened with her essence. She shuddered for a moment, face flushed and eyes glittering.
"You're, um, pretty damn good at that," she muttered.
"Oh? I could keep doing that if that's what you want."
"No," she said quickly, reaching down to snare his cock with her hand. She rubbed the smooth head against her clitoris. "I don't think I can go another second without this inside me."
Thorne grinned, then gave her a quick kiss. "First things first," he said, leaving her for a moment as he leaned over the edge of the bed. He fumbled through his jeans, then came back with a small, foil-wrapped package.
"Right," Kaylee said. "Can't be too careful." She sat up suddenly with a mischievous look in her eye. "Can I put it on?"
Thorne shrugged and handed the condom over. "Be my guest," he said, then leaned back on his hands. His stiff cock pointed straight at the young woman.
She started to tear the package, then hesitated, regarding the engorged phallus before her wistfully. "Wait. I gotta suck that thing, first," she declared, then doubled over, slipping her hand around the base of Thorne's cock and pointing the tip at her mouth. She sucked it in deep, nearly half on the first plunge.
Thorne watched Kaylee's head as she bobbed. She wasn't very skilled at giving head, he realized. Now and then, he flinched as her teeth scraped the shaft. Not nearly as good as my brother, he thought.
Gently, he nudged her head with his fingertips. Kaylee stopped and slid her mouth from his penis, lips wet and dripping. "I'm not too good at that, am I?" she asked, looking dejected. Her eyes dipped with shame. "I know. My ex always said I sucked dick like a badger with half it's teeth missing."
He placated her with a smile. No, you aren't good at it at all, he thought. "I just want to be inside you."
She looked back up with a blushing smile, then tore open the wrapper of the condom. Carefully, she rolled the latex sheath down Thorne's shaft. "Good thing these things stretch," she commented. "You really do have the biggest dick I've ever seen."
He suddenly shoved her back, making her fall onto the mattress with a surprised grunt. He leaned over her, pushing her legs apart and back, and lined up his penis with her pussy. Dark eyes blazed down upon her. "And right now, it's all yours," he said.
She swooned, then gasped and yelped as his cock suddenly speared deep within her snug tunnel. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth slack, she emitted a long, low, gracious moan as she was steadily filled. She wasn't aware that she was holding her breath until she felt the protestations of her lungs. By then, his weight was pressed against her pelvis, heavy, hairless balls against her buttocks.
"Oh, f-u-u-ck," she groaned.
"Exactly," he muttered, then began pumping in and out, stabbing into Kaylee's body at a rhythmic pace. She gasped and sighed beneath him, hands alternately clawing the sheets of the bed and Thorne's strong arms, shoulders, and sides. The bed squeaked and shifted. The headboard rocked between the frame and the wall behind it.
Just when the woman was on the verge of orgasm, Thorne suddenly stopped and pulled out. As if manipulating a life-sized doll, he rolled Kaylee across the bed and pulled her up onto her knees. Mind befuddled by sexual overload and alcohol, she was barely able to adjust to the sudden change before he was entering her once more, this time from behind. One of his hands pushed her shoulders down to the mattress. The other gripped her hip.
He fucked her hard and fast, slapping his hips against her quivering cheeks. Kaylee all but spasmed every time his balls smacked against her clit. She grabbed handfuls of bed sheet and gripped them tight, bit down into the pillow against which her sweaty face was pressed. The stirrings of her orgasm began in the pit of her stomach and became magnified exponentially, until she was quivering in orgasm before she even realized it.
The clenching of Kaylee's vaginal muscles around his invading cock, the knowledge that he had taken this woman and reduced her to a sexual plaything for his enjoyment, triggered Thorne's release as well. He grunted and buried himself to the hilt within her, cock burning as it poured forth the liquid heat of his body.
For several moments, neither of them moved. Kaylee panted, wheezing, into the pillow. Thorne swayed on his knees, holding onto his lover's hips for support. His cock burned within the rippling depths of Kaylee's cunt, slowly softening. He regained his breath and slid from her. Kaylee slid her legs out from beneath her and gathered the pillow beneath her in her arms.
Her sweaty face, surrounded by disheveled hair, turned to look over her shoulder. She felt more drunk now than she had all evening. All she saw of Thorne was the slightly-blurred form of what, to her, was a pale-skinned Adonis. She smiled in satisfaction. "That . . . was a hell of a . . . fuck," she managed to say.
Thorne pushed up from the bed. "Ready for round two?"
Her eyes bulged. "Seriously?"
He chuckled. "Let me, uh, grab another condom from the bathroom. Be right back."
She giggled. "Um . . . okay . . . ."
* * * *
When her lover returned not more than a minute later, he seemed rejuvenated. He dragged Kaylee to the corner of the bed and proceeded to pummel her saturated pussy with rapid pumps of his fingers while sucking fiercely on her clit. The intense sensations had her gasping and twisting upon the bed, expelling incoherent squeaks and panting moans before he suddenly stood and entered her.
Kaylee could only give in to the moment and allow herself to be taken. The dominant part of her relished the rough and incessant way in which her lover all but used her. She reminded herself that she had begun the night in search of the fantasy of casual sex, and here it was in all it's primal glory.
When he pulled out from her seething pussy, ripped off the condom, and grabbed her head to pull her toward him, she dutifully, wantonly, held her panting mouth open to catch the thick streams of semen that erupted from his cock. Only some of it landed upon her outstretched tongue, however, with the rest splattering her cheeks, chin, neck, breasts, and abdomen. Falling back on the bed to again regain her composure, she only languidly acknowledged his brief excuse to leave the room once more.
He returned in full force, bearing down upon her and licking up the streaks of fluid from her body before getting her on her stomach once more. Pushing her legs together, he entered her from behind, his thighs framing her own, and gathered a handful of long, brunette hair in his hand as he fucked her. Kaylee's eyes rolled back in her head; she lost track of time, space, and any and everything else that dared enter her mind.
After he ejaculated all over her buttocks and back, he again stood from the bed. "Be right back," he said, stepping around the bed toward the bathroom.
Panting and borderline delirious, Kaylee nevertheless managed to push herself up onto her knees upon the mattress. "Wait!" she exclaimed.
Thorne stopped, turning back with an inscrutable look. "I'm just gonna be a sec," he said, then grinned. "Then we can go again."
Her eyes bulged. "Are you fucking serious?" she snapped. "You on fucking coke or something?"
Thorne chuckled, folding his arms upon his chest. "No," he responded simply. "I'm twenty-three. I don't need shit like coke. Come on; isn't this what you wanted?"
Still breathing heavily, Kaylee's eyes wandered in random patterns. "Well . . . yeah, but . . . holy shit, dude, give a girl a break. I'm gonna be sore in places I never been sore before."
He grinned rakishly, looking her over. Kaylee's skin yet glistened with smears of fluid. A tendril of cooling semen dangled from her chin. "You're a mess," he remarked.
She laughed sharply. "No shit. I need a shower." She crawled to the end of the bed and stood on wobbly legs. But Thorne stepped before her, blocking her path.
"Guess it's time to tell you."
Kaylee frowned, sluggish from the effects of sex and alcohol. "Tell me what?"
Thorne smirked and cocked his head over his shoulder. "Come on out," he called.
Kaylee's confusion spiked, and she looked to the bathroom doorway as the light suddenly flicked on. Through the doorway stepped a figure perfectly identical to the man who stood before her, complete with matching rattlesnake tattoo, just as naked, and just as arrogantly smirking. He stepped up beside Thorne, slipping an arm around the latter's shoulders.
For a moment, Kaylee's eyes darted back and forth between the two men. They could have been clones, she realized, for all the perfect similarities. Slim, athletic builds, hairless bodies save for thick tangles of black hair upon their heads, fierce, penetrating eyes, chiseled features, naturally red lips . . . .
"What the fuck?" she managed to sputter at last. "Twins?"
Talon laughed softly. "Gee, wonder how she figured that out," he quipped.
"Oh my God," Kaylee suddenly blurted, then slapped her hands over her mouth. "Did you . . . were you both . . . ." Her hands fell away. Her voice rose in timbre to that of an angry shriek. "Did you both fucking fuck me?"
In unison, Talon and Thorne snapped their fingers, winked, and smiled. "Bingo."
She bristled. "Was this just some kind of fucking game to you guys? Pick up a girl, then tag-team her?"
The twins nodded in unison. "Pretty much."
Her mouth fell agape. Sobriety borne of anger suddenly flooded her body. "You assholes!" she yelled, and brought up her arm in a vicious, powerful slap that crashed across Thorne's face.
The blow cocked his head to the side. He looked upon his brother, seemingly not at all affected by Kaylee's strike. He blinked once, then twice, the muscles beneath his eyebrows working. "Did she just hit me?" Thorne asked casually.
Talon pursed his lips, glancing from his twin to the woman before them. His gaze was suddenly inhuman and uncompromising. "I believe she did."
With a sense of slow, calculating malevolence, Thorne trained his dark eyes upon Kaylee. The coldness of his expression transcended every apparent tender moment the two had previously shared.
Kaylee swallowed thickly, anger changing abruptly to fear. "Look, I just wanna--"
But her words were cut off as Thorne's fist slammed heavily into the side of her jaw, just before her left ear. Head nearly snapped around, Kaylee tumbled to the floor, stunned with pain.
Talon emitted a troubled sigh. "Well, now we have a problem," he said, looking upon the prone nude woman.
"Sure looks that way," Thorne added.
"She might be disposed to claim she was raped."
"And assaulted."
Talon nodded. "True." The twins exchanged knowing looks, making a swift decision without the need for conversation. "We can't have that."
Oblivious to the conversation behind her, Kaylee shook as she tried to support herself on her hands. The left side of her face was numb; she tasted blood, felt a loosened tooth. Shock flooded her nerves, her mind. She could not form a cohesive thought.
As Talon stepped to the bed, whipping a pillowcase from its pillow, Thorne straddled the young woman's back, pushing her back down onto the rough Berber carpet. His hand covered her mouth as she began to squeal in fear and protest. Talon then squatted before her, wringing the pillowcase in on itself so that it formed a twisted length of fabric. Ignoring the horror in Kaylee's eyes, he crossed his hands and slipped the loop of material past her head as Thorne took his hand away.
Kaylee could only begin a terrified shriek before it was cut short. Talon jerked the impromptu garrote tight, transforming the woman's scream into nothing more than a mouse-like squeak. She struggled and pushed, but Thorne kept her immobile, snatching her wrists with his hands. Her feet kicked, toes digging into the carpet.
Talon watched the woman's face as it darkened. Her terrified eyes were fixated upon his, attempting futilely to beg for release. But Talon's stoic expression would not be shaken. He was mesmerized, fascinated, as like a child watching his first successful science project. He noted each vein as it bulged and darkened, the way her lips swelled with blood, the way her tongue protruded as it also became engorged. Then came the burst of capillaries in Kaylee's eyes, a dramatic explosion of crimson that washed over the whiteness.
Finally, her struggles stopped. Her body became limp. Talon held the garrote taut for another few seconds, for good measure, then let go. The woman's face fell heavily onto the carpet.
Lurching to his feet, Talon took in, then let out, a deep breath. "Holy . . . wow," he expelled. His eyes were wide and glimmering, revealing a state of arousal he had never before experienced. "That was . . . fucking intense!"
Thorne suddenly chuckled, remaining where he was, his face at crotch level. He arched a single brow as he noted his brother's fierce erection. "You're hard."
Talon glanced down and shook his head in wonder. "I am . . . so fucking turned on right now," he declared.
With a wicked grin, Thorne suddenly lunged forward, engulfing his brother's cock in his mouth, sucking passionately. Talon could only groan in bliss, reaching back to steady himself against the wall behind him as his brother ardently sucked him to a quick and intense orgasm.
* * * *
They carried the body into the shower, where Thorne washed it of any remaining sexual residue while Talon dressed and left the room. He returned only a few minutes later with a laundry bag pilfered from a housekeeping cart, into which the brothers stuffed the corpse. Making sure to gather all of their clothing and items -- as well as those of their victim -- they carried the heavy bundle to the nearest bank of elevators. All they left behind were the pass keys for the room. At just past three o'clock in the morning, the entire hotel seemed to be as silent as a dessert.
The elevator took them down to the parking garage. Thorne stepped out first, looking about for any potential witnesses. A lone security guard dozed in his folding nylon chair several feet away. There were no security cameras Thorne could see. Quickly, they carted their bundle to Talon's black SUV and heaved it into the back.
A little less than an hour later, the SUV stopped along a darkened road a mile off the highway north of the city. The brothers carried the body into a thicket and shook it out of the laundry bag. Rigor mortis had yet to set in; the dead woman's body flopped as it fell amongst stagnant water and bug-infested shoots of grass.
Talon tucked a pair of cigarettes between his lips and lit them both. He passed one to his brother. Both inhaled deeply, then exhaled, sending grey clouds which dissipated on the gentle nighttime breeze.
"Well," Thorne said at last as they both stood reclining against the side of the black vehicle.
Talon puffed his cheeks as he blew out a puff of air. "Hell of a night."
His twin chuckled. "That's an understatement."
Talon cocked his head, looking at one of the dead woman's feet as it jutted up from the grass. "All things considered, she wasn't a bad fuck."
Thorne scoffed. "You know, that's always pissed me off," he said.
"What has?"
"What, exactly, makes a chick a good fuck?" Thorne asked. "I mean, seriously. All a girl's gotta do is spread her legs or open her mouth. We do all the fucking work. Okay, so she can squeeze her cunt. Big fucking deal. We have to keep up the pace. We have to fuck them."
Talon shrugged. "Guess it's relative," he mused. "Some girls are really good at giving head, or --"
"I never met one," Thorne muttered derisively. He sucked on his cigarette. "Not as good as you, anyway."
Talon rolled his eyes with a smile. "You're biased. I'm just saying, there are things a woman can do to be good at sex."
Thorne's sour expression remained. "I doubt it. But if there's a chick who's good at sex, she's probably a lesbian."
The twins exchanged looks, then laughed.
"Let's get home," Talon suggested.
"No shit," Thorne agreed. "I'm fucking exhausted."
End Part One