The Arrangement--Exclusive Taj and Taryll Jackson Erotica

As a writer of 3T fan fiction for over ten years now, in order to keep my readers' attention I'm always looking for new ways to produce stories. And one technique I tried way back when is what I called “2T” stories. It bridges the gap between a solo story, and a story using all the brothers. Instead, it opens the door for many more stories because I can pair the brothers a variety of ways over many eras. For my first story for what I hope will be a comeback of my 2T genre, an unconventional tale involving the two elder Teez: Taryll and Taj.

THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.

"The Arrangement"

A Taj and Taryll Jackson Erotic Short Story By:

MJsLoveSlave

(Cameo by Michael Jackson)

Gold Valley, California

Autumn, 2006

Sleep was an action which had never come easily to Kaelynn Lightfoot.

It wasn't so much that the young woman found difficulty in falling asleep, no, it was quite the contrary; she staged a war nightly against the telltale signs of slumber, the drooping, lead-like lids, the overwhelming sensation of unbearable, unshakable fatigue, seeming to drain every last ounce of energy from her, leaving a weak shell in its wake.

The trembling, swaying, unsteady edge which had transformed her typically deliberate, assured gait into that more akin to a lush full of cheap liquor, leaving her bumping blindly around the expanse interior of the modernist kitchen, starting a pot of coffee to brewing more from habit of repetition, than actual sight and awareness of her surroundings.

Alas her surroundings offered no relief, instead, as referenced by the large, uncut panes in the windows of the high-rise condo, the lights of the city, an affluent suburb a half-hour's drive from San Francisco, pinpoints in the blackness some fifty stories below.

In the abrupt silence, the only sounds other than the random hip or arm banging into and rattling against the marble-topped island, was the delicate, pitter-patter of steady rain against the glass, and the distant rumble of thunder, here and there.

Clumsily, Kaelynn climbed up onto one of the plush stools, folding her arms on the cool stone slab, resting her head atop them, eyes unwillingly fluttering before growing still, her breaths even and measured.

As Kaelynn fell into slumber, elsewhere in sprawling residence, Michael Jackson's was being interrupted.

Nestled beneath a plush, down-filled comforter, the pungent aroma of freshly brewed, imported, Colombian beans invaded his small, fine-tuned nostrils and the bridge of his nose wrinkled, dark eyes above them opening with a snap.

Automatically in the dimness of the master suite, the eyes sought out the spot beside his body in the oversized bed, and upon finding it vacant of the feminine figure that usually occupied it, Michael rose, pausing long enough to wrap a striped robe around the baggy pajamas draping his tall, svelte form.

Following his nose, Michael quickly found his way down the hall, and the winding corkscrew staircase, out to the kitchen.

And there he found Kaelynn, out cold, oblivious to her wake-up elixir steaming only feet behind her.

Michael lingered inside the door, admiring her, a small fond smile curling his soft, pink lips.

She was so beautiful and her looks only increased Michael's desire for her all the more.

A full two decades separated the pair of them, as he was forty-eight to her twenty-eight, but Michael had always had a penchant for younger women.

He liked to be older, and appear in charge over little cherubs like Kaelynn.

How she looked up to him, relied on him, did as he asked without much resistance.

As he commanded, she obeyed.

How fetching she appeared in the body-skimming red satin nightshirt, the color warming her tender, mocha complexion.

The long, smooth legs dangling from the seat, the small, rounded backside hanging from the back of it slightly.

She faced away fro him, her waist-length, ebony tresses wound into a messy French roll, secured by a pair of red floral cloisonne chopsticks.

Easing over, Michael knew she possessed a breathtaking visage, oval, slim and when opened, boasted queerly colored eyes, sapphire blue on the outer rim and becoming amber around the iris.

Standing over her, he very faintly caught a whiff of her clean, white musk based perfume.

It was a scent that always seemed to cling to and waft off of her body.

A scent he always associated with Kaelynn.

Gingerly, Michael removed the sticks from her hair, setting her lustrous mane free and tumbling down her back.

Parting the hair, he leaned, lips moist and gentle as he pecked the back of a swan-like neck.

“Kae...hey Kae...”

A large hand shook her shoulder, rousing her, for the moment anyway,

“Your coffee is ready, do you want some? It's after midnight--”

“Mmm-hmm...” A light voice concurred, the hand caressing her back, running the length of her spine, before Michael moved, hastily pouring the steaming brown into a mug.

“What flavor do you want?” His eyes shifted from the woman, to the refrigerated racked lined with any and every sweetened creamer available.

Kaelynn had a serious coffee habit, which Michael was only to eager to indulge to keep her pleased and satisfied.

Spoil and spoil alike...

She was peeking over her shoulder, those glimmering, slanted eyes on him, her pert, peachy mouth fixed into a sensuous little pout.

Kaelynn was effortlessly gorgeous to him.

“Mix caramel and hazelnut, please...Michael....” She whispered dreamily, watching as the concoction was rendered and the mug placed at her side.

“You need sleep.” He stated the obvious and the head shook in the negative.

“No...”

“Sometimes you act like a child”. He chided, hands on her shoulders, rubbing after them, feeling her blades through the fabric.

“Don't...care...” Kaelynn whimpered, a smug smile lighting her face.

“Drink it while its hot...” Michael encouraged, running his fingers through the silken strands and pulling her upright.

“Okay...”

The cup came to those sweet lips, a single sip being taken.

“...Yummy...”

BONG!

Michael started, his head coming up with a snap, as in the distance, the doorbell chimed one time. The noise echoing through out the residence.

“Now who in the hell is that this late...” He commented, and noticed the head was heavy in his hands.

That quickly, Kaelynn had returned to the Land of Nod.

Her head was placed back on her arms, turned to face Michael, who stopped long enough to brush his lips against hers.

“I love you...” He whispered into her mouth.

Patting at her head one last time, Michael started for the door.

* * *

“...how old is she again?”

“She's twenty-eight--”

“But does she look it?”

“First of all, twenty-eight is not old! Secondly, no, she looks about twenty, twenty-one, especially since she doesn't have makeup on after midnight--”

“...so, she's naturally pretty...?”

“Of course!”

A short while later, Kaelynn was roused by the sound of voices, albeit hushed, conversing somewhere nearby.

In the misty haze that still enveloped her, she thought she could distinguish Michael's high-pitched tenor from two others, but they so mirrored one another that at times all sounded as one and the same.

“How tall is she? About what does she weigh?”

“Five-foot-six. A hundred and twenty-two pounds--”

“Does she have big tits? I like--”

“You and your goddamn titties!”

“Hey! You know you like them too! Now does she have big tits?”

“She does--”

“They're real?”

“And they're spectacular!”

“What size?”

“...Something 'D'...thirty-six or thirty-eight 'D'. I don't recall offhand.”

“Shit! That is big!!! I can swim in those!”

“You're a fucking freak!”

“And you know it!”

Blinking in the face of that nagging feeling, the conversation began to fade in and out as Kaelynn's consciousness waned once more.

“...she's Black and Native American, Iroquois I think she said!”

“That's right up your alley, Taj...”

“Shut the fuck up Taryll! It's up yours too or you wouldn't be here!”

“Will she do as she's told? I mean she won't argue--”

“No she won't. It's not her place to argue...she's very compliant...”

The names were vaguely familiar to Kaelynn, but as she drifted, they were pushed first to the far recesses of and then completely from her mind.

“Can she handle two at once, though? Some chicks are--”

“She can handle anything you want to do, damn it!”

“...but...is she nasty? Like will she let me get kinky?”

“You are filthy, Bro!”

“Taj—Yes she'll do whatever. She knows what's expected!”

“Aw, hell yeah!'

“Alright, how much, Uncle Michael?”

Kaelynn snored lightly, brows raising as a pair of exasperated voices chorused in disbelief,

“A thousand? Dollars? Each? Uncle Mike--”

“There's the door, take it or leave it!”

“Okay! Okay, forget we said anything!”

“Is she worth it, though?”

“Do you want me to knock your goofy ass out, Taj?”

Michael's voice went up shrilly in disgust, before reverting back to a whisper.

“Of course she is! I wouldn't have her if she wasn't!”

There was a lull, followed by the faint, imperceptible noise of paper rattling.

“Are twenties alright? It's all we could get at the ATM at this time of night--”

“It's fine. It'll spend. Wait here...”

Behind Kaelynn, who had quite literally just been sold, the door swung, with Michael ambling slowly towards her at the island. He hovered a long moment, reaching past her, poking a long, spindly finger into the still-full mug, finding the beverage had been allowed to go cold.

Silently, he sucked the coffee off, laying a hand on her thin shoulder, and giving an assertive shake.

“Kae...Kaelynn...Princess. Wake up—I need you to wake...”

Leaning, he was speaking directly into her ear, but, alas, garnered no identifiable response.

“Damn it!”

Tossing his own straightened, shoulder length tresses in aggravation, he crossed the room to the fridge, pulling a door open and plucking a small, bullet shaped bottle from the top rack.

“Kaelynn Elizabeth!” He called sharply, unscrewing the cap and tossing it in the nearby trash can.

“Hmmm?” Kaelynn mumbled as Michael unceremoniously pressed the bottle to her lips, tilting it, forcing the contents, a full eight ounces, into her mouth.

“Mmmm!”

Her cry was muffled, Michael wrapping his hands around her head, one overlapping her mouth to insure the drink was completely swallowed.

Within seconds, the lush lashes fluttered, with the two-toned eyes flying open and focusing curiously on the angular, sharp features of Michael Jackson's face, his dark eyes solemn as he returned the gaze.

“Do you feel it?” He questioned, setting the bottle aside, releasing her head.

“Yes--” Turning from, Kaelynn coughed loudly, “--you know I hate that Mainline Energy Drink! Tastes like bad mouthwash! It's disgusting!”

Slipping from the stool and standing up on her own two feet, she pushed at his slim chest, demanding as she coughed into her fist,

“Why in the hell--”

She was silenced by Michael cradling her face in his long hands, pressing at supple cheeks, his lips colliding with hers, kissing her deeply and sweetly.

Automatically, she was gripping at his wrists, savoring the sugariness of his mouth, tasting of the rose wine he'd sipped during dinner hours ago.

Withdrawing his mouth, sharp, black brows flexing, he informed her,

“There's some people out there I want you to meet...”

Her mouth was smacked again with him instructing curtly, finger tip bumping her nose.

“...play it innocent, they're my nephews...”

Dutifully, he tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing a pair of trilliant cut ruby studs, set in yellow gold. The lengthy locks were brushed back over her shoulders, so that there was an uninterrupted view of her face and front of her body.

Kaelynn said no more, giving only a dubious nod, Michael laying his hand on her back, the two passing through the swinging door advancing down the brief hall where the pocket doors to the living room stood open, a pair of men lazing casually on the low, pale blue, mid-century sofa.

On the coffee table before them, a copious amount of twenty dollar bills had been fanned.

As Kaelynn was brought closer, to the opposite side of the table, the pair rose, soft smiles of fondness curling their lips.

Though they didn't exactly look alike, their shared resemblance was enough to show the two were related, as the both possessed clear, light olive complexions, and thickset, plump, stocky figures.

The taller of the two, had more crisply cut features, sharp of jaw, defined cheekbones, an upturned nose. He swayed from side to side a bit, from one foot to the other, hands clasped in front of him, over his neutral outfit of a puce cardigan, tone on tone grey dotted oxford with black jeans and sneakers.

His hair, waved, dark with streaks of wheat and ash blonde bounced as he nodded, green-mottled hazel eyes skimming over her.

The shorter man at his side had broken into a full grin, white teeth gleaming in a sardonic sneer. He had a rounder face, no less handsome, framed by plaits falling from his crown, hiding half of his face, and eyes, a smoky quartz shade staring out at her. He wasn't inspecting her physique, instead he stared boldly and directly at her face.

Arms crossed over a wide chest showing loose pectorals, under a leather bomber and heathered tee the tanned cow hide of the jacket squeaking.

The longer he observed her attractive visage, the more obvious the scarlet cast rushing to his pale, golden cheeks became, as did the bulge shamelessly beginning to protrude and strain the fly of his fitted, black slacks.

His excitement could hardly be contained.

“Kaelynn, Sweetness, I'd like you to meet Taj...”

The beaming man with the braids and raging erection was indicated,

“...and his brother, Taryll.”

Kaelynn hadn't noticed it at first, but the other man, whom continued to shift back and forth, wasn't idly holding his hands in front of himself .

Like his sibling, he was also saluting her fully and making an attempt to conceal his crotch from her view. But the telltale outline of a stiff shaft, topped by a mushroom-head tip, peeked from around his hands, against the thin fabric.

“H-hello...”

Kaelynn said pleasantly, her voice raising slightly, a studied effort which made her sound apprehensive, although she truly wasn't.

She had a fair idea of what was to occupy her until the sun rose, perhaps beyond.

As Taj and Taryll murmured greetings in return, Michael ran a fingertip along her jawline, inquiring,

“Isn't she a stunning little thing? I see to it she takes exceptional care of herself. Eating correctly, enough sleep...”

Kaelynn chuckled outright at this falsehood; it was a struggle nightly to try to get her into bed at a “decent” hour.

“...I'm sure you already know she gets enough 'exercise'!” Michael joked and all three men guffawed.

Kaelynn's lips twisted, but she remained placid.

Her sort of activity didn't generally appear on the list of workouts for the local gym, that was for sure.

Dropping down, the two mounds pressing against the satin for dear life were pointed out with Michael adding,

“Large bust, perfect, and symmetrical. And as I stated before, they are natural...”

On either side, Michael's index fingers poked after her sizeable breasts.

Taryll's teeth, even and white and amazingly, more brilliant than Taj's were showing, and glowing against his dark complexion.

“Flat tummy...no ab definition, I wanted her to stay as feminine and soft as possible... no hard lines, just curves where they belong. ”

“We...we like that...” Taj coughed, glancing at Taryll. “Right?”

“Yeah...”

“No hair anywhere...except her head...”

His hand caught her bicep and she was spun so that her back was to the nephews.

Reaching around her, Michael caught the hem of her sleep shirt and lifted it, along with her hair, revealing the small, flirty panties, constructed of sheer red lace, a heart-shaped cutout dead-center on her tuchus, highlighting her small, round buttocks and the crevice splitting them.

“Her ass is perfect!” Someone gasped. “I want to eat that ass!”

Kaelynn was spun to face the men again, and saw that their outwear, the mauve sweater and the black jacket had been cast aside onto the divan.

Petting the top of her head, Michael remarked gently,

“She's yours...you can take her upstairs...the room with the black doors...”

There was a tense, halting moment, marked by austere silence, Kaelynn, acting as told, appearing shy and coy, her head lowering, but still watching the pair a few feet away through her lashes.

Snickering impishly, both men motioned towards her, as though they couldn't decide who would approach her first.

Kaelynn took only one step at them, a firm grasp to her shoulder by Michael keeping her in place.

Right, she had to play it innocently, allow the men to make the moves.

Finally, with a wry shrug, Taj, whom she noted walked with his shoulders drooped, as opposed to the way Taryll bore himself with a more rigid posture, started towards her.

He stood a couple of inches over her, and being so suddenly close to her, she caught the tantalizing whiff of the balsamic and cedar with a touch of lime.

“I...I want to kiss you...” He announced, breaths puffing against the top of her head. “I need...a kiss.”

Taj took Kaelynn's hands in his, stubbier fingers lacing with her slimmer ones, as her head came up, her bi-colored eyes meeting his darker ones, his smile vanished, lips puckered and glossy.

His mouth collided with hers with a quiet power, the grip on her hands tightening as their lips worked together, a wet smacking made audible.

Taj's mouth did taste so good, sweet and ferociously of spearmint. Had he eaten a Tic-Tac factory?

Leaning back, the spell being broken, Taj observed the lithe slim figure again, commenting lowly,

“You have a wonderful little mouth, Kaelynn...” He pressed his thumb to her bottom lip, allowing it to drag down over her chin.

“...I can't wait to see what else it can do...”

His hands slipped from hers and he moved aside, Taryll taking his place in front of her.

“You are very beautiful...” He told her sheepishly, for the first time taking his hands from his enlarged genitals, placing them on her shoulders, pulling her to him.

Taj had smelled of wood and citrus, Taryll was tropical and spicy, the scent not as obvious, showing he'd used a lighter hand when applying the scent to himself, than his brother.

His eyes shone emerald as he mashed his lips to hers, kissing her in a much different fashion than Taj.

Taj's kiss had been hot and fevered; Taryll's was more relaxed and sensual.

And as a result, Kaelynn could feel her pulse quickening, the blood rushing through every vein and artery to her, and a dull, yet nagging throbbing beginning in her lower regions.

Taj's kiss had started the fire; Taryll's was pouring on kerosene.

His mouth was milder, minty, but not overtly so.

The kiss ended with a second peck, Taryll taking her left hand, and Taj taking the right.

It was time.

With out a word the trio started for the winding staircase marking the far corner of the room.

Heavy, distressed breathing was audible from all three as they swiftly crossed the floor and started up.

And the last thing Kaelynn saw as she glanced back over her shoulder was the creamy, sullen face of Michael Jackson, watching her go.

Aside from the errant rumble of thunder, sometimes closer, sometimes further away, and the steady, muted falling raindrops, nothing more than silence surrounded Kaelynn.

She braced against the shut doors of the bedroom, her hands tucked apprehensively behind her, head lowered, giving the appearance of staring at her painted toenails, yet she was watching her two charges like a hawk.

Across the room, painted an off white, with black and tan accents, a theme that was repeated throughout the entire apartment, near the massive, wrought-iron framed, four poster bed, the brothers had stripped down to their underwear—Taryll's charcoal, Taj's royal blue, both boxer briefs with 'Calvin Klein' inscribed on the elastic waistbands, crude protrusions swaying between strong thighs—loitering, hands pressed to their hips.

Ogling her, and had been for a stretch of time, a stretch of time Kaelynn thought they were using to figure out exactly what it was they wanted to do to her.

She had seen the cash on the table; they had paid dearly for this opportunity. And however long it took, she'd just have to be in for the long haul. She always was.

It was the rule by which she lived under Michael Jackson's roof and did his bidding.

Taj's face was set, his braids masking his eyes, whilst Taryll wore something of a haunted smile.

Was he afraid? Was he nervous? Did he feel as she did. Or like the innocence she portrayed, was it all an act? And his personality more akin to his kin?

Seeing them starting at her, each step deliberate and measured, Kaelynn's gaze finally did fall to her feet, in time to see theirs stop inches from hers.

“Aren't you lonesome over here by yourself, Pretty Girl?” Taj questioned, his voice coming across much deeper and hoarse than it had downstairs,

“I thought we were all going to come up here to have a good time...”

Taryll was petting his own groin; he'd swollen to the point he caused a gap in the slit on the front of his underwear, offering a glimpse of his rounded, scrotum, blackish-brown curls covering it.

“I'm....I'm shy...” Kaelynn stammered, wiggling against the door as Taryll's free hand came up, gripping the front of her shirt, tugging her off the door.

“Please...”

His arched brows raised up his high forehead and those green-flecked eyes sparkled at her deviously,

“I'm shy too...” He confessed, wet tongue moistening his lips, chest heaving,

“...but I'm not going to let that stop me.”

Parting his legs in a stance to better steady himself, Taryll's fingers began flying down the front of the shirt, rapidly loosening the buttons.

“Oh, holy shit!” Taj exclaimed, hand slapping to the flesh between his pecs, tossing his head to clear the braids out his way, the red satin falling away to the shag carpet.

“Those titties, my God!”

Breasts, full and proud stood up off her chest, and in the chilled atmosphere of the room, darker brown nipples, in the middle of each lighter mound poked out stiffly.

Her belly laid flat, her navel appearing as nothing more than a shallow dimple on the surface and through the front of her lace skivvies her slit was apparent.

“Come here...” Taryll's hand fell on the back of her neck, and she was thrust forward, his mouth assaulting hers, with more tenacity than before, his tongue plunging into the depths of it, swirling.

“Hmmmm....” Kaelynn's eyes shut tightly, as she allowed Taryll to hug her, her hands clasping his meaty shoulders.

It wasn't long before she was aware of another sensation, warm, smooth hands clasping her bosom, nipples being pinched at, a second mouth moving along the nape of her neck, teeth gnashing at her first vertebrae.

Taj embraced her from behind, his poorly concealed cock rubbing against the hard on her backside, as he dry humped against her, lips tracing her shoulder blades.

His hand was suddenly under her chin, ripping her mouth from his brother's.

“Damn it! I need some of that too!” He wheezed, pulling her head back and taking over her mouth, Frenching her, but instead of trying to swab her throat he flicked his tongue against hers.

“Ugh...I just want to get nasty tonight...” Taryll's underwear fell to his ankles, being hastily kicked aside.

The beast was fully unleashed, long, and hard with veins decorating the surface, Taryll was impressive, his girth blossoming from a nearly trimmed thatch of ebony coils, concentrated into a triangular patch framed by his thick, solidly built thighs.

Taj's tongue left a trail of saliva across her cheek and ear Taryll hand returning to her throat, pulling at her.

“Down...down...come on Baby Girl....” He hissed, free hand stroking after his hardened manhood, pulling her down until she rested on her knees in front of him.

The bulbous tip of his dick was smacked against tender lips.

“Open....open!” He ordered through grit teeth and staring up at him, Kaelynn hesitated.

Taryll returned the gaze and with the heel of his hand popped her in the middle of the forehead.

“I said open your mouth!” He reiterated, and though he was behaving rudely, his voice was still completely soft-spoken and in some context, polite.

“I...I don't want...to...” Kaelynn tried to fall away, again it was purely a ruse to entice him in and make further advances. “Don't make me...”

“Quit fighting....girrrrrrrrrl!” Taryll dragged out the last word, tangling his hand in her hair, holding her head in place, sliding the meat past lips which were trying to clench shut.

“Oh! Oh my God....oh hell!” He cried using her hair for leverage and sliding her back and forth along his cock, it glistening from the moisture of her mouth.

“Yes...yes! You act like you don't want it...but you do...look at you. Deep-throating me like a little porn star....dirty little bitch....yes....” He taunted propelling her more quickly, his balls banging against her chin time and again.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” With each pass she was coming close to gagging on his largeness. It was almost inhuman, and yet it was expected.

She had found herself in similar situations with Michael and as they were Jacksons, certain attributes traversed generational gaps.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kaelynn caught a glimpse of Taj, naked himself, round, high-setting buttocks jiggling above toned thighs as he jogged for the open door to the private bathroom.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Your mouth! Oh shit! Yes! Oh my God! Fuck! Mmm-hmm!”

She was pulled back with Taryll squatting just long enough to smooch her.

Then he was on his feet with her head pressed against the teeny pooch on his abdomen, lips flush to the base of his penis, nuts on her chin.

There was no movement, he only held her there, with her inhaling his bright manliness.

“Damn it, you keep on, I'll lose it all right now...” He informed her shakily, and taking a handful of hair at the top of her head, slowly extracted himself, tracing her lips with his scarlet tip.

In the bathroom, something made of glass shattered with Taj swearing,

“Motherfucker!”

He was also a polite curser.

“Kaelynn!”

At the same time a clap of thunder shook the room, Taj's deep voice sliced through the air causing her to jump and bounce against Taryll's rugged thighs.

Eyes, blue and hazel, were drawn to the open doorway, where Taj was exiting, two small objects in his hands, a travel-sized jar of Vaseline and a yellow rubber band.

Each footfall muted by the black shag carpet underneath him, each step causing his rock-solid, skyward-sticking manhood, swelling from a clean-shaven groin to quiver as he returned to them.

Holding onto Taryll's hands, she was helped up onto her feet, Taryll kissing her cheek , his brother dropping the Vaseline into his palm, which turning bountiful sinewy booty bumping into Kaelynn's side and causing her to stagger, he took a seat on the side of the bed, watching.

Purposefully, Taj looped the band over his middle finger extending it to Kaelynn, effectively flipping her off.

The elastic was held directly in front of her nose.

“Put my hair in a ponytail for me...” He instructed coldly, face still as stone.

His eyes darted to Taryll, in back of her, nails grazing her scalp as he played with her hair.

“All...alright...” Kalynn agreed taking the band from him and tried to step around him, only to find his hand in the middle of her chest, pushing her back into place.

“Face me as you do it.” He added, staring her down, and her heart beat off-kilter at the sinister expression.

Why was he so very serious...Kaelynn remained in front of him, the bawdy appendage rubbing her leg, as she brought her hands up, pushing the braids away and uncovering his face, and jug-handle ears, trying to gather the hair at the back of his head.

His eyes narrowed as she pressed into him, his body warm and soft against hers.

He was quiet and still, but she could feel his heart beating out of tandem.

A single rogue braid kept slipping from her grasp and without thought she rose on her tiptoes to retrieve it.

Taj's hands rested on her hips, running along the ridges her pelvic bones made beneath her skin.

Kaelynn froze as the hands pushed the tiny red lace, with them falling from her nether regions.

“You're supposed to do everything I say....finish the ponytail...”

She was reminded and quickly the hair was gathered and secured.

His face fully revealed, he was very handsome, his features more masculine where Taryll's laid as a trifle more androgynous.

His eyes dropped down to the cock waving between them.

“Touch it.”

Kaelynn hesitated, her hand above the flesh, questioning meekly,

“Do...you want me to use the Vaseline?”

“No...” His eyes shut, lashes fanning across his chubby cheeks. “That's for something else.”

There was inquiry in Kaelynn's eyes, but she did take hold of his flesh, hot and stiff, and began to stroke him, twisting her hand slightly as she moved from base to tip on him.

“Yes...just like that...rub it like that...I'm so hard...” The eyes were now closed tightly, his nose crinkling, as her hand continued to glide.

“Girl, yes....”

His hand was on his chest once more, the other latching onto one of the brown globes.

Strong arms wrapped her waist, Taryll hugging to her, his chin on her shoulder, watching as she continued to play with Taj.

“How long have you been doing this?” He asked, pecking at the back of her ear. “Letting my uncle sell you to the highest bidder?”

Her other hand was on top of Taj's feeling fingers between his on his moist dermis, his heart pounding at her touch. Above her hand, he'd begun to shake his head, a few braids coming loose from the ponytail and falling back into his face.

“About five years...”

“Shit!” Taj was biting on his bottom lip, grimacing. “Like that..keep that up and I'll skeet all over you!”

“You've fucked a lot of men?” Taryll's tongue flicked her lobe, sending a chill down her spine.

“No...” Kaelynn's hand slid off Taj's and over to his left pec, circling his fleshy chocolate nipple.

“Mostly women--”

“Women?”

The statement was echoed, and wide eyes of wonder were cast on the young ingenue.

“Yes...” Kaelynn ducked her head to avoid them seeing her laughing.

“Michael...he likes to watch...”

“Well, shit!” Taj chuckled, smiling as his bother snorted. “I'd like to see that too!”

“The freak streak just runs in the family!” Taryll's left hand tapped her mouth, all four of his fingers pressing inside, thumb grazing her cheek, as she sucked on the digits, wetting them.

“You're gonna be good to us...right?” Taryll hissed in her ear, pulling his hand away and she noticed his remaining arm on her waist tightened.

“Of...of course...” Her words were halting , Taj loosening her grip on himself, intertwining his fingers with hers as he had when he'd kissed her downstairs.

His eyes widened dangerously.

“Enough of the foreplay. I want what I paid for.”

Simultaneously, his tongue rammed down her throat, as Taryll's hand dropped, fondling against her little slit, the abrupt sensation causing Kaelynn to immediately start bucking and trying to pull free of their hold on her.

“No....no....NO!” She gasped, yanked her head back from Taj, wrestling to unlock her hands from his.

“Stop lying... stop saying no. Quit acting like you don't want this...” Taj's chin was on her shoulder, allowing her naked torso to bounce on his. “You're here...you knew what was going to happen!”

“Oh my God...oh please! Stop! Stop!” Kaelynn pleaded the rubbing increasing and knees failing her, she slid to the floor in a heap, Taj left holding her arms over her head.

“Taryll! Ugh—Taryll, stop...stop it!” She whimpered, heavily, the hand placed on her shoulder, squeezing and holding her in place.

Over her head, Taryll motioned to Taj, with him leaning in, Taryll whispering something that went unheard.

Swaying her arms playfully, Taj gave a nod of agreement only saying,

“Works for me... and then...?”

“Yeah!” Taryll tossed his head, clearing a few waves from his eyes. “She's already down there...”

Kaelynn became aware of Taj's right arm starting to flap, hand cruising along the mass curving from his crotch.

“You know what I want... put that mouth to work for me.”

He whispered, voice deepening further, free hand patting her cheek, Taryll dropping to his knees behind her, jiggling her breasts in his large hands.

Slowly and stealthily, the cock slipped past her lips and down her throat, Kaelynn starting to bob her head back and forth.

His woody, citrus aroma was more apparent on his bare skin, especially down there and with each pass, the young woman was becoming more and more high off him.

“Shiiiiiiiit....” Taj mumbled, eyes fluttering shut, hands on his chest, tweaking his own nipples, head falling forward. “Shiiiiiiiiiit....”

“Is she good?” Taryll questioned, hands leaving her bosom, gathering her tresses, twisting them around his hands and pushing her head more swiftly along Taj's manhood.

“Yes...” He hissed, eyes dark slits in his head, meeting hers as she stared up at him. “...the best. She's sucking it so hard! Damn...”

“Know how to treat a man...” Taryll's lips left searing pecks along her spine, hands cupping and spreading her cheeks.

“Get it...get it all...” Taj was encouraging, an enraptured smile on his face. “Just eat my dick all up...fuck...”

“Kzzzz!” Kaelynn snorted in surprise, Taryll's thumbs invading her backside, spreading the little taut circle.

“Such a tight little ass...you're just tight all over...” He taunted ignoring her muffled yells.

“Awww...Awww...Awww...quit....quit....quit it....” Taj's head fell back, his hand trembling as he laid it on the top of Kaelynn's easing her back.

Slowly, she relinquished his pole, licking at her lips, still tasting the sweetness of him, faintly.

“I'm … I'm gonna make a mess if you don't stop...oh...I'm letting it get too close...God....”

Hands clasping on his head, Taj turned his back to her, leaving her eye-level with rounded, freckled buttocks.

“My nuts are too full...” He started to bend, tripodding with his hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath.

“Taj!” Taryll busted up, as Kaelynn was hit directly in the face, falling into him.

“Damn--”

“You hit her with your ass, man! Your ass knocked her out! HA! HA! HA!”

Standing back upright, Taj wiggled his hips, causing the flecked, meaty mounds to jiggle.

“She knows she loves it!” He laughed, winking over his shoulder at her.

Turning back to face her, he squatted, hand over his engorged tip for some reason.

“You ready to 'go to bed', Kaelynn?” He questioned ominously, those eyes sparkling with evil as they became slits in his round face again.

Massaging her breasts, Taryll answered for her, tongue dipping near her protruding collarbone.

“Of course she is...aren't you Sugar Baby?”

Knowing it was her place to be obedient to their every whim, Kaelynn gave a nod of affirmation and taking her hand, Taj rose, pulling her up, Taryll's hands on her hips, as he climbed to his feet behind her.

A new, nervous air invaded the room.

Everything leading up to that moment had simply been the salad course; this was the main dish.

Unlimited sausages.

Dragging his hands along her buttocks, Taryll mounted the bed first, his massive derriere bobbing and trembling as he crawled over the black quilted comforter, finally flopping against the dozen or so decorative throw pillows, hands clasping on his abdomen, thumbs twiddling, those greenish eyes seeking her out.

“Go on!” Taj gave her a strict shove to the back of the head nearly flooring her. “Don't drag it out!”

Without a thought, purely as reaction, Kaelynn turned and shoved Taj sending him stumbling a few paces.

“BITCH--” He barked, face twisting, hand going up as if to strike, and realizing her dire mistake, Kaelynn went to duck.

Strangely, Taj's scowl became a smiled and leaning he kissed her.

“I like girls who are feisty.”

“I bet you do...” The innocent veneer cracked and Kaelynn slipped in that witty reply, spinning and joining Taryll on the bed, resting on her knees at his side.

“What do you want?” Knowing it gave her a sultry appearance, she ran her hands through her hair, causing the mound son her chest to wag, and Taryll's tongue was caught between his lips, his index finger pointing out his penis, hard and tilting to the left.

He must have been left-handed.

“Yes, Sir.”

Stealthily, she straddled his hairy legs and stretching herself, placed a hand on each of his pecs, fondling them as he had hers, staring down at the offering before her.

“Fuck....oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Taryll's entire form tensed up as Kaelynn's mouth slipped down him, taking him to the back of her throat and beyond.

“Yes! Yes! Kae....Kae...Kaelynn. Yes...that's the spot. Aw shit!”

his hands were on the back of her head helping her along.

“Hoo! Hoo! You....you're....just suck my damn soul out....FUCK!”

Kaelynn was aware of the mattress near her dipping, Taj picking his way on after her.

Out the corner of her eye, she could see his thick hips and buttocks in profile as he started to lie beside her.

“My God! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Help! Oh! What she doing to me? Have mercy! GOBBLE ME!”

Harder and faster, Taryll pushed on her head, starting to have sex with her mouth.

“Hmmm....Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Kaelynn groaned into his crotch suddenly, Taj's palms first on her buttocks and then sliding downwards, two of his long fingers disappearing inside of her.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! MMMM! MMMM! MMMMMMMM!!!”

She hummed loudly, her eyes squinching, his warm, damp tongue lashing all over her clit.

“I can't do this shit upside down... I'll get dizzy...” Taj commented more to himself than anyone else and moved from sight, fingers pulling from her.

“Get it girl! Get it Kaelynn! This is the best head of my life! Son of a bitch! Aw! Aw! Awwwww!”

Taryll continued to caterwaul, fists pounding on the bedding.

“FUCKING YES!”

“I need this ass...I need this pussy...goddamn, I'm about to go crazy....” Taj was still talking to himself, barely audible, Kaelynn sliding her hands down Taryll's sides to his waist, still going after him.

“AH!”

She shrieked, Taj's mouth enveloping her, from behind, his hands circling her hips to keep her in place.

“No...Taj! No please! Please....!” Her pleas were ignored as his tongue plunged further and deeper into her little slit.

“TAJ!”

To the side of her head, Taryll was playing with himself, lips curled in merriment as it was her turn to convulse and cry out.

“Oh! Oh! Oh Ugh! Ugh! Taj! AH! Oh!”

There was a dull groan, as Taj, trying his best to lick in places he couldn't even see strained with his tongue.

“I'm about to burst!”

The blue lid to the Vaseline jar, which had been left at the foot of the bed flew, clattering against the wall.

“OH NO!” Kaelynn's eyes swelled as Taj unceremoniously penetrated her...

...but not where she expected.

“Not my ass! Not my ass! Not my ass!” She shouted,her attempts to crawl away futile, Taj holding her firmly in place.

“Been....dreaming about....this booty....all night....” Taj grunted throwing strong his into her rattling her body with each thrust.

Clutching down on her tits painfully, he pulled her upright, never ceasing his plunging into her.

“YES! YES! AH! YES! DE ESO ESTOY HABLANDO!”

He cried , hand sliding up and over her mouth to silence her screams of passion. (Translation: That's what I'm talking about!)

Taryll, once absently tugging on himself, began increasing his pace, urging,

“Roll over! Bro roll over now! I can't wait another second! Roll over! Aw God!”

His head flipped back, highlighted curls flying askew all over his head.

His face first balled up, with him slapping at his scrotum with one hand, the other keeping his erection in place, yanking his endowment so hard it was wonder he hadn't plucked it right off his body.

Heeding the call, Taj,'s jabs slowed, his arms wrapping her waist, with him him first pulling her onto her side with him and with a groan from both, he laid on his back, Kaelynn on top of him.

“Oh God—Taryll!”

She shrieked as his both his weight and his “jackson” pressed her.

“Shit! She's so tight! Why is she tight all over? How is that possible?”

Taryll snorted starting to grind into her moist folds, pulling her hands around him and placing them on his ass cheeks, at the same time Taj found his placement and was sticking every which way in hr backside, his hand clamping her mouth harder, nails digging into her flesh.

“I am eleven inches in her ass right now! I do not want to talk! UGH!”

Taj growled, where he was mashing into the very bottom of the mattress the weight of two bodies, but nonetheless banging into

Taryll balancing himself by hanging onto one of the iron posts over Kaelynn's head was relentless, his body beginning to shimmer with perspiration.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! YOU'RE SO GOOD! GIRRRRRRRL!”

Taryll rolled the last word, , slapping his brother's hand from Kaelynn's mouth, eclipsing hers with a earth shattering kiss, tongue grazing hers.

Her screams flowed down his throat, nails digging into his booty, both men forcing themselves back and forth in the most private of places, taking her breath away, perspiration starting to soak them all.

“AAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I'm gonna nut! Jesus Christ! AAHHHHHH! ALL OVER THIS SWEET LITTLE ASS!”

Kaelynn's ear rang with Taj's mouth, directly beside it as he had been huffing on her the entire time, yawped.

Very quickly, between the brothers a shouting match commenced, with Kaelynn caught in the middle, so taxed, stressed and sexually exhausted, her mouth hung ope, but no o sound was to be heard.

“HELL NO! I'M FUCKING IT UP RIGHT NOW! SLAP ASS GIRL! SLAP! OH YEAH SPANK MY ASS! I CAN'T HELP IT IF YOU ONLY LAST A GODDAN MINUTE TAJ!”

Taryll argued, his pace never breaking and a fist flew around Kaelynn, but failed to make contacts with Taryll's wet face, sweat pouring from it's bright red dermis.

“I'M LASTING JUST AS LONG AS YOU, BASTARD!” Taj snarled defensively, fingers mashing into Kaelynn's hips, his anger causing him to ram even harder into her. He never did see the tears welling in her eyes and falling down her cheeks.

“KISS MY ASS!”

“KISS IT? WHEN I GET....OH SHIT.....WHEN I GET THROUGH I'M GONNA KICK IT!”

“I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRYI!”

What neither of the three ever saw was the very brief moment, as the argument spawned, one of the doors cracked, and the slim, pale face of Michael Jackson peeked in to check on his “merchandise”.

And upon seeing so much activity, abruptly shit the door, crossed himself, though he was nowhere near Catholic, and scurried away.

“You can walk your chunky ass back to San Fran--”

Taj had been sacking his sibling out when his voice cut out abruptly.

“GET OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME! HURRY! OH MY GOD! MOVE! MOVE NOW!”

He bellowed, his voice in its deepest register with a demonic flair that brought a fresh fear to Kaelynn, Taryll wrapping her legs around his waist, standing up on the bed.

“Ow!” She cried her anus retracting painfully as she was yanked off of Taj, with him him leaping to his feet, holing onto one of the posts.

“Put her down! Put her down! Oh my GAWD! Put her down!” Taj choked, his free hand jerking on himself.

Automatically, Kaelynn was dropped onto her knees in front of Taj, the rude tip of his cock pointed at her lips, his nostrils flaring, his face shining with dampness.

“Come on....come on Baby....come on Pretty Baby....it's almost time...ugh...”

A short whimper left Taj's mouth, his lips dipping down, two front teeth exposed.

“Here it comes....Open that mouth...I have a creamy treat for you...Here it—OH!”

Resting below him, Kaelynn held her mouth open, gazing up at him , as his tip exploded, thick whiteness gushing forth and onto her extended tongue.

“Aw yeah....that's it....oh God...it's so much....fuck....hell...”

The last few droplets were shaken in, Kaelynn gulping and teasingly kissing the bulb of his cock.

“And she swallowed it too...” Taj, seemingly taken with shock , stepped off the bed, walking a few feet away, leaning against the wall, staring back at her their eyes locking, lips curling as he rubbed a hand across his forehead.

Dabbing after sticky lips, Kaelynn came back tp the here and now, a loud hum drawing her attention.

Before she could turn to face Taryll, she felt him.

Ejaculating directly onto the back of her head.

What little bits of the mess made it through her hair dripped down the back of her neck.

“Oh....oh Kaelynn. I'm sorry....I....I didn't mean to get it in your hair like that....” Taryll mumbled, his face scarlet with shame as she looked back at him, still rubbing on himself.

Kissing his tip also she assured him,

“It's alright. For a thousand a throw, you can do just about everything but set the place on fire.”

“And you were worth every penny!”

Taj interrupted, coming back to the bed, Bouncing on his knees beside her as Taryll dropped down Indian-style, both beaming at her.

Holding onto both their chins, Kaelynn giggled, ducking her head, as hands played after her bosom.

“Glad to be of service.”

The hands pushed on her, pressing her back into the pillows, each man curling up next to her.

And as a restful sleep,the combination of waning energy drink and such a vigorous activity began to take Kaelynn, the last thing she remembered was the feeling of both Taryll and Taj's lips kissing all over her breathless little body.

* * *

The following morning, Kaelynn, refreshed by a hot shower and several cups of caramel-hazelnut flavored coffee, hung back in the parking garage, shifting back and forth in her skinny jeans, hands tucked into the kangaroo pocket on the front of her oversized Hollister sweatshirt, watching and listening to the three men conversing a few feet away in front of a black Phantom.

“Thank you Uncle Michael. For everything. Really. I had the time of my life...” Taryll was chuckling as he embraced the slender man, still wearing his pajamas from the night before.

“Yeah. “ Taj tossed his head, clearing his braids from his eyes. “We couldn't have trusted anyone else to help Kae play out her little hooker fantasy. You were great as a pimp!”

As all three men laughed, Kaelynn glanced down into her pocket, stuffed with the two thousand dollars that had been her “fee”.

And had been allowed to keep!

“This was all kind of strange...” Michael confided, looking back to her. “Was I a very nice...pimp?”

Approaching him with open arms, Kaelynn hugged him.

“The very nicest, thank you Michael. I really mean that. I had a great time--”

“We all did!” Taryll put in and they all cackled, walking to the passenger side door and holding it open for her.

“She was a sweet little streetwalker...” Michael started, and Kaelynn pinched him on the arm, corrected,

“I was a 'call-girl'! They came to me, I didn't go to them!”

“Alright! Call-girl! Whatever!” Michael hooted, squeezing her back.

Allowing Michael to peck her cheek, Kaelynn turned, feeling light and giddy, slipped into the car, with Taj kissing her lips, Taryll climbing into the backseat.

The door was shut with Taj rounding back, getting into the drivers seat.

As the car purred softly to life, he rolled the window down, calling to Michael, who stood waving,

“If we want to do something wild like this again, I'll be in touch to make the arrangements!”

With that, the car was thrown into drive and sped away, Michael watching until they were gone from view, masked by the overcast, drizzly morning.

Smile on his face, a touch confused by all that he had allowed to go on in his home, he ambled away, giggling to himself.