Colt merely shrugs again, still typing away with his eyes fixed on the screen.
“Yeah, it’s tedious and I especially hate when they pull out the projector and start with the birthday PowerPoint. It’s fucking boring because who really wants to hear all your inside jokes, much less view an endless reel of your last vacation? But these are the Madewells, and dude, we’re Madewells too.”
I grunt.
“Yeah, whatevs. I fucking hate how they’re always on us to settle down and start reproducing too. Like they aren’t already overpopulating the world.”
My brother shrugs.
“It’s annoying, but you know how they are. Besides, we’re practically geriatric at this point to them. They all started reproducing at eighteen, so we’re like fucking ancient geezers.”
I shake my head.
“Fuck them. Forty isn’t exactly over the hill. But I hope they don’t bring a woman around and introduce her to us, hoping that one of us takes an interest. What was her name again from that last thing? Tanisha? Jumelle?”
“Tanielle,” Colt says glumly. “She was cute but not our type. Susan’s friend’s daughter, right? Who was just “stopping by” to drop off her angel food cake. What was she? Seventeen? Eighteen?”
I snort.
“Yeah, the Madewells don’t give a shit about a woman’s age. The younger the better, so she’ll have more fertile years to breed. As you can see, the fam doesn’t believe in birth control,” I drawl. “It’s the trad wife lifestyle coming at you.”
My brother shrugs.
“Trad values are trad values, and it’s fine, but you know they don’t even suspect that we share women. Our sibs have no fucking clue.”
I nod silently because it’s true. Sure, our family sees my brother and I as black sheep, but in an oddly endearing way that can be “corrected.” As Colt mentioned, we didn’t get married early and then start procreating like rabbits. Instead, we’ve remained single, and as far as our relatives know, we’re enjoying the bachelor life like any red-blooded alpha male. But they don’t suspect the half of it, which is that we prefer to share women. If the fam found out, goddamn, but the shit would hit the fan. Our relatives would be shocked, surprised, and damn us to hell. Literally, they’d consult the family pastor and we’d likely be subjected to some kind of religious exorcism.
What can I say? The Madewells espouse conservative values, like many people in this region, and the fam believes in the union of one man and one woman with no exceptions. It hasn’t caused a problem so far, but that’s because they don’t know about me and Colt. Again, it would be hellfire and brimstone if they found out that we enjoy sharing pussy.
Our habit started a long time ago, actually. Back in college, my bro and I dated different ladies. It never even entered our head to fuck the same woman, but shit came about by chance. Wewere at a frat party, and the usual BS went down. The boys hired a hooker to service the crew, except this time, the girl wasn’t experienced, at least not with gang-bangs. She looked alarmed when we took her up into the rec room before locking the door, and her eyes grew round as her breasts heaved.
“I’m not sure,” she muttered. “I mean…”
“Didn’t Carina tell you that you’d be doing a gang bang?” Tyler, our chapter president, snarled. “What the fuck? We’re Sigma Epsilon Chi, which is S-E-X in Greek letters. What did you think you’d be doing, drinking afternoon tea?”
To my horror, her eyes filled with tears as her lip trembled.
“Well, I’m not sure,” the woman hedged. “Carina wasn’t too specific, and I thought?—”
Tyler snarled again, this time getting in her face.
“We paid for a fucking gang-bang, and that’s what we’re going to get. So if you’re not going to deliver?—”
I stepped in then.
“No need to be a jerk,” I rumbled. “Listen, I’ll talk to her first, okay? We’ll figure out where to go with this.”
“Where to go?” Tyler echoed disbelievingly. “There’s nowhere to go. We hired a girl for all of us to fuck, and now this here chickadee says she’s not ready.”
“It’s not that I’m not ready—” the woman protested, tears rolling down her cheeks now.
“She just needs a little time to warm up,” Colt growled. “You fuckers exit, and that includes you,” he said with a snarl at Tyler. “We’ll talk to her. In the meantime, get the fuck out.”
That was that. Our frat brothers left the room, leaving us with the young woman in the silence of the attic. She sniffled a bit, wiping at her cheeks. The woman was beautiful and lush with tanned skin, long honey-blonde hair, and caramel brown eyes. She was wearing a hoochie little top which showed off her big breasts, and a tiny mini-skirt paired with sky-high heels. Yet there was something innocent about her too, and my brother and I shared a glance.
“So what was your name?” Colt asked in the silence of the room. “I’m Colt, and this is my twin, Cason.”
“Arielle,” she murmured while wiping away her tears. “I’m here to work, I swear, but Carina … well, Carinadidtell me I’d be servicing multiple men,” she admitted. “I’m just … well, it’s my first time doing a gang-bang, that’s all.”
