Chapter 3: The Deal
Brandi nodded. “Go on. Taste what’s yours. What I’ve got all over my tongue.”
Sonic leaned in, her split tongue—a pale pink fork Dom had only felt in the dark of his car—flicked out. She didn’t take him in her mouth. She lapped at the base of his shaft, where Brandi’s hand was still wrapped, her tongue tracing the throbbing veins. The dual sensation—Brandi’s intense gaze, Sonic’s bizarre, delicate licks—was unbearable. His hips bucked forward involuntarily.
“See?” Brandi crooned, her hand stroking him in time with Sonic’s tongue. “She’s a fucking natural. Born for this.”
Then Brandi leaned in again, but she didn’t take him back. Instead, she pressed her mouth against Sonic’s, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of him between them. It was a lewd, open-mouthed kiss, all tangled tongues and low moans. Dom watched, mesmerized and horrified, as his own pre-cum glistened on their connected lips.
When they broke apart, both pairs of blue eyes were on his cock. A silent understanding passed between them.
“Mine,” Brandi whispered, but it wasn’t a claim of possession over Dom. It was a statement to Sonic, a division of labor.
Sonic moved first. She enveloped the head of his dick, her mouth a warm, suctioning seal. Her split tongue did things a normal tongue couldn’t, wrapping around the corona in a double-helix of sensation that made his legs tremble. Just as he was sinking into the unique feel of her, Brandi joined.
She didn’t fight for space. She took the lower half of his shaft, swallowing him deep alongside her sister. Their faces were pressed together, cheeks touching, their combined mouths forming a continuous, wet tunnel of flesh and tongue. He could feel the separate rhythms—Sonic’s fluttering, forked tip massaging his frenulum, Brandi’s relentless deep-throating driving toward his balls.
The visual was devastating. The identical platinum heads bowed before him, the obscene sound of wet friction, the shared hunger. Their lips, those huge, inflated silicone pillows, slid up and down his length in a slick, synchronized dance. They broke apart only to swirl their tongues around him together, licking from base to tip in tandem, before diving back into their shared feast.
Dom’s fingers tangled in their hair, not guiding, just anchoring himself against the tidal wave of pleasure. “Oh god… you fucking twins…” he grunted, the curse ripped from him.
They increased their pace, a competition of hunger. Brandi’s nails dug into his thighs. Sonic’s hands cupped his balls, rolling them gently. The tight, hot pressure built in his core, a coil wound to its breaking point. He tried to warn them, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.
His orgasm erupted, a blinding, violent release. Thick pulses of cum shot directly into the wet space where their mouths met. They didn’t pull away. They pressed harder together, their lips sealing around his shaft, milking him dry as he shuddered.
As the last spasms faded, they slowed. They released him with a soft, wet sound, but their work wasn’t done. His cock, slick and spent, lay against his stomach. Brandi and Sonic turned to each other.
Their mouths collided, not in a kiss, but in a lapping, cleaning frenzy. Their tongues dueled, chasing every trace of his cum from the other’s lips, chin, and cheeks. They licked each other clean with animalistic urgency, low, satisfied hums vibrating in their throats. Dom watched, breathless, as a stray pearl of white on Sonic’s cheek was captured by Brandi’s eager tongue. Sonic reciprocated, swiping a glossy streak from Brandi’s jawline.
When they finally parted, both their faces were clean, shining only with saliva. They turned their faces up to him, expressions eerily placid, like well-fed pets.
Dom sagged against the doorframe, his jeans and boxers still tangled around his thighs. The physical release was immense, but it left a hollow, echoing space where the confusion rushed back in. He kicks both layers off, freeing his legs, enabling him to walk over to the couch and take a seat. Sonic joins him, sitting next to him and leaning against him, staring up into his forward looking eyes.
"I... what are you thinking?" She asked, tentatively. Brandi piled on top of her shortly after, pulling her top down and beginning to suck one of her nipples. Dom glanced down at the display but looked back into Sonic's unfazed, but worried and curious eyes.
"I'm... you seem to be worried this was going to gross me out. Frankly... it's hot, Sonic." Dom admits, brushing Brandi's hair lightly as she enjoys his girlfriend's tit.
Sonic half smiles, but her eyes stay concerned. "But... I can hear a but..."
"But... you didn't tell me you had anything else going on... this is cheating Sonic... we were supposed to be together... just you and me." Dom looks down at the carpet and then back at Sonic. "I wish you would have told me... something."
Sonic’s half-smile vanished. She looked down at where Brandi was still latched onto her nipple, the suction audible in the quiet room. "It’s not cheating," she said, but her voice was small, defensive. "It’s just Brandi. It’s always been just Brandi."
"That’s the fucking problem," Dom said, his own voice low. He didn’t push Brandi away. Her presence was a fact now, like the heat or the pink light. "You hid her. You let me think you were one thing, and you’re… this. You came in my car crying because you were scared to show me this."
Brandi popped off Sonic’s nipple with a wet sound. "She cries because she likes it," she said, her chin glistening. "She likes being a scared little slut. Don’t you, Sonic?" She pinched the wet, pebbled flesh between her fingers, twisting until Sonic gasped.
"Stop," Sonic whispered, but her back arched, pushing her breast further into Brandi’s hand.
Dom watched the conflict play out on her face—shame, pleasure, a deep, ingrained obedience. It was the most honest expression he’d seen from her all night. "I’m not disgusted," he repeated, forcing her eyes back to his. "But I feel betrayed, like you've been lying all this time."
"But... but what can I do? I'm so sorry..." Sonic breathed.
"I don't know" The word hung in the perfumed air. "No more secrets. No more crying in the car because you’re afraid of what I’ll think. You show me all of it. Right now."
He leaned back on the plush sofa, his spent cock already stirring again against his thigh. His gaze was a command. "I feel like... there's this sexual debt between us now... like you've been over here giving Brandi pleasure all of this time under my nose and I've been missing out. I've been deliberately excluded. I think we need to even things out somehow."
Sonic swallowed, her throat working. She looked from Dom’s intense stare to Brandi’s eager, possessive one. A switch flipped behind her eyes, the fear melting into a different kind of vulnerability—one of total exposure. "Okay," she whispered. "Whatever you want... god Dom, I would do anything."
"Remember when your friend Georgia caught me staring at her cleavage and she offered to take her top off, let me see? And you told her no?" Dom's eyes hardened as his blood boiled, then softened as he regained control.
Sonic frowns, a small tear forming in one eye, "yeah..."
"And remember how you made me stop hanging out with Esme because she told me I could suck her tits?" Dom stared into Sonic's eyes, challenging.
Sonic’s breath hitched, the memory flashing behind her eyes like a harsh light. “I remember,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I was… scared. I’m so sorry, Dom.”
She shifted, her body moving with a new, desperate purpose, her gaze dropping to his hardening cock. “Let me repair that. Right now. Let me give you everything I denied you.”
"Honey, I want you to apologize to Georgia, and start bringing her around again. I miss her cleavage. It was wonderful. Same with Esme. God she loved being topless and she has great tits. Oh my god, not to mention Betul and Paulina... honey... you need to hang out with your big titty friends again and let them be themselves. God Paulina and those huge lips... her tits always spilling out of her little tops. Betul used to whisper about sucking my dick right in my ear..." Dom shook his head. "Think of the pleasure you denied me while doing this shit every night." He pointed to Brandi enthusiastically licking her nipple.
"You never used to mind when I ogled your friends, and now you better let me." Dom demanded.
Sonic’s eyes widened, the last of her resistance crumbling under the weight of his accusation and her own guilt. “Okay,” she breathed, the word rushing out in a relieved, shameful exhale. “Yes, Dom, anything—I’ll call them, I’ll apologize, you can look all you want. I do miss them... and they miss you...”
"And Brandi... and you..." Dom scratched his head thinking. "I think you should move in with me. And I think your other friends deserve to at least know about Brandi. Fuck, you keep her locked up in here... I kinda see why, but she deserves to know more people than just you."
"Oh Dom, I don't know if that's a good idea. I think she might..." Sonic starts.
"I don't care. We can save a lot of money this way. I pay your rent, now you two can come live in my bed instead." Dom was confident in his demand.
Dom’s words weren’t a request; they were a verdict, hanging in the cloying air. Sonic opened her mouth, a weak protest dying on her tongue as Brandi’s head snapped up from her breast, those blue eyes suddenly sharp and calculating. “Your bed?” Brandi repeated, her voice a low, interested purr as she wiped her glistening chin with the back of her hand. She looked from Dom’s determined face to Sonic’s stunned one, a slow smile spreading across her own perfect, plump lips. “Fuck yes,” she breathed, her hand sliding possessively up Sonic’s thigh, “I’ve always wanted to see where my sister’s gorgeous mouth gets all its practice.”
Sonic’s eyes darted between Dom’s expectant stare and Brandi’s triumphant grin, a fresh panic tightening her chest. “But… she doesn’t know how to act out there, Dom, she’ll just start… licking me in public, or worse,” Sonic whispered, her voice strained with a protective fear that felt older than she was.
Dom’s hand came up, his thumb brushing roughly over her lower lip, still swollen from their shared use. “Then you get licked,” he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. A defeated shudder ran through her, and she finally nodded, the motion small and tight, as she reluctantly agreed.
"And what do you say when I reach in my pants to relieve myself to Georgia's cleavage when we're hanging out?" Dom tested her.
“I say, ‘Let me help you with that, baby,’” Sonic whispered, the words sticking in her dry throat. Dom’s smile was a cold, satisfied slice in the pink light. He didn’t answer with words; he fisted his hand in her hair and wrenched her head down into his lap, his semi-hard cock brushing against her painted cheek. “Start now,” he grunted, his other hand already working his shaft back to full, throbbing hardness right against her lips.
"And you know how I always tell you I think you should start wearing smaller tops? So I can enjoy your implants more? That's all you wear now. No more full size tops, no more normal stuff. Your tits are on display at all times now, got it?" Dom demands.
"Okay," Sonic whispered, the word barely audible, her eyes fixed on the carpet. "I agree." Her hands, trembling slightly, went to the hem of her own top. In one fluid motion, she pulled the black lace over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside Brandi's discarded lingerie. Her massive implants were fully exposed now, the saline-filled spheres pale and heavy under the pink light, her pierced nipples already tight. "They're yours," she said, her voice hollow, as Brandi let out a low, approving hum beside her.
A wave of scorching heat, foreign and chemical, erupted in Dom’s groin, his cock swelling to an almost painful rigidity against Sonic’s cheek. He didn’t just want her mouth; he needed to bury himself inside her, a desperate, pulsing imperative that overrode all thought. “Suck it deep, right now,” he growled, his voice ragged, pushing the head past her lips with a force that made her gag. Brandi watched, her eyes gleaming with a knowing hunger as she saw the frantic, unfamiliar intensity in his movements, the disease she’d passed to him through her saliva now hijacking his nerves. Dom fisted his hands in Sonic’s hair, driving himself into the wet clutch of her throat with a rhythm that was all frantic, animal need.