A Taboo Holiday Collection

Skylar climbed out of the back of her town car in front of the HH Studio’s mansion. The sound of a party in full swing filled the night air. The enormous Greek revival wasn’t part of an estate but situated on a fully landscaped back corner of the Studios production lot because it was used quite frequently for filming and events such as the annual Valentine’s Day Mixer.

Despite the bass vibrating everything within a two-mile radius, the volume of the music was actually at the perfect setting to allow for conversation without shouting. It offered all the guests privacy without having to leave the room.

There were two security guards, one at the base of the steps and one right in front of the door. The first one asked to see her invitation, and the second one confiscated her cellphone until the end of the party. Skylar was reluctant to part with it, but she had no other choice. So, she dug it out of her clutch and handed it to him.

Once inside the mansion, Skylar cautiously made her way through the crowds of finely dressed guests. Men wore dark suits or tuxedos, while women wore clingy gowns that left little to the imagination. Everyone wore their required masks: black for the men and red for the women.

Obtaining a mask and invitation hadn’t been nearly as difficult as Skylar had feared. Her ability to roam around HH Studios without restriction had certainly come in handy. All she’d had to do was find out exactly who was in charge of the invitations and masks and then help herself to one of each when no one was looking.

She tried not to gawk like a newbie at the sensual décor filling the house; paintings and statues of couples or even groups in all kinds of sexual positions. Unlike the porn films HH Studios was famous for, though, the artwork wasn’t explicit. It provided only glimpses of nudity, creating an atmosphere of seduction, a sensual taunting everywhere people looked.

There was no crepe paper, glittery hearts, or cartoon cupids. Silk banners hung or draped, and crystal hearts caught the lights, glinting and appearing to glow. Urns filled with red roses and sparkling black foliage kept the color theme going.

Now that Skylar had managed to sneak into the party, she had no idea what to expect. It was her first time attempting such a thing. She’d had to wait until she was eighteen because the Studios’ parties were rumored to contain the same adult entertainment as the industry they reigned. Judging by the décor, alone, that much had to be true.

Knowing she wouldn’t be the only woman in search of them, Skylar kept her eyes peeled for her targets: Identical twin males, early forties, six-foot-three, trim yet muscular with dark hair and dusk-blue eyes. Damien and Devon Holland were the wealthy, gorgeous duo who owned HH Studios—along with a variety of other businesses belonging to the world of adult entertainment.

Sex toys, adult clubs, magazines, their influence stretched into every seedy nook and cranny, and Skylar wasn’t even sure it was all legal or above board. While they’d never been accused of any crimes, they certainly had a reputation for being men no one in the city wanted to cross.

“Tell me you’re new,” a man asked, brushing up behind Skylar.

Turning, she peered up at the older man with graying hair and brown eyes. She didn’t recognize his visible features, nor his voice.

“I’m not new, just here for the party,” she said.

“Then who’s your agent?” he asked.

“I’m not an actress,” she stated. “Nor do I have any desire to become one.”

He grinned and took a sip of his champagne. “I could change your mind.”

“No, you really couldn’t,” she said as she started stepping away from him.

He grabbed her arm just above her elbow with a tight grip, causing her to frown and turn back to the man. Skylar wasn’t used to being manhandled. No one would dare such a thing if they knew who she was.

“Excuse me, that’s not how this party works, sweetheart,” he said callously. “You don’t get to just brush off one of the most renowned directors in the industry while wearing a red mask.”

What? Skylar peered around and felt a hard ball of dread forming in her chest when she saw that some of the women were wearing black masks, while some of the men wore red. The numbers were just much greater in the other order, but obviously, it hadn’t meant what she thought it had. What the fuck did it mean?

But she also noticed that no one was pairing off or doing anything out of the ordinary. If there was some expectation for those wearing red masks, it didn’t appear that time had come yet.

“Look, I just arrived. It’s early yet. Everyone’s still socializing,” Skylar pointed out, gesturing to the room at large. “I’d like to get a drink, at least, and enjoy the party for a little while like everyone else.”

It was easy to tell his eyes had narrowed behind his mask, the corners of his mouth pulled down into a frown. Skylar thought he would argue, but after a moment he peered around, then relaxed some. He released her arm but trailed his fingers up and down it as he leaned closer.

“Go drink and party all you want,” he said, his tone just as callous as before. “But when the time comes, you’ll find that I’m not a man who gets dismissed so easily.”

Skylar had to keep from scoffing in his face. Thankfully, he turned and stalked away without another word. Now, she really had to find out what red masks meant. There was no way in hell she was going to do whatever that man was expecting. The very idea made her skin crawl.

After grabbing a drink at the bar, Skylar tried to act casual despite hurrying from room to room. She had to find out what kind of entertainment the guests were expecting. Down one of the hallways, she passed a door that wasn’t closed all the way, and the familiar timbre of the twins’ voices reached her ears.

Curious, she backtracked and peeked through the open crack in the door. The room appeared to be some kind of study. French doors were open to the terrace beyond, allowing the smoke from cigars to air out rather than linger.

Damien and Devon were sitting in matching armchairs, giving their attention to the man standing in front of them, telling a story. She couldn’t mistake them for anyone else, even with their black masks in place and only seeing them in profile. Suddenly, the door opened, and a different man almost walked right into her.

“Sorry, darling,” he said with a knowing tease to his voice. “No red masks in here.”

Skylar gave him a guilty smile and stepped aside, but after he exited, she looked back into the room before the door could close and found two identical sets of dusk blue eyes staring right at her. Worried that they might recognize her if she stood there too long, she hurried down the hall in the same direction she’d been heading.

The first door she came to was locked, so she jogged to the next one and bolted inside, closing it quietly behind her. Skylar stood there for a moment and just breathed as softly as she could, listening for sounds of footsteps in the hallway.

When she was certain no one was coming after her, Skylar berated herself for being so paranoid. She’d taken steps to ensure no one could recognize her, but in the moment, it had been difficult not to fear it. She turned and peered around the room she’d entered.

It was a small library, the walls lined with bookshelves. A fireplace stood in the exterior wall, flanked by windows. There appeared to be a door tucked into the far left corner, so she crossed the room to it.

Skylar was surprised to find it unlocked and opened it slowly, unsure of what she might find on the other side. No sounds were coming from within, so she opened it further and poked her head inside.

A gasp escaped her mouth when she saw that it was a ballroom. It was strangely decorated, with banners of red silk hanging at even intervals down both sides of a middle aisle. There had to be two dozen in total. Skylar crept into the room, her eyes dashing to the other doors to make sure none of them were open or guarded.

As quietly as possible, she jogged down the aisle to see everything that had been set up on the other end of the room. Her mouth fell open when she saw what appeared to be the equipment for a game of bingo. Numbered balls were stacked neatly in a box on the table, each in its own little compartment. The gilded tumbler they would be introduced to later currently stood empty.

On a tray were round tags the size of coasters with safety pins, each bearing a number in fancy script. Red against a black background. Just the opposite of the balls in the case.

“Oh, shit,” Skylar whispered.

It was a matching game, not bingo. Guests wearing black masks were going to be matched with guests in red masks by pure chance. There was no way for her to rig the game because she had no idea what number the twins were going to end up getting. To rig that, she’d have to know when they would be taking their turn. Would it be first, as the owners of the studios, or last, to make their guests feel honored? Would they even take turns?

Fuck!

Wait. If there was one thing Skylar knew about the twins for absolute certain, it was that they wouldn’t take individual turns. Whoever they ended up with, they would share. That was their MO.

Skylar glanced toward the doors again and rounded the table to open the case of numbered balls. If she could find two of the same number, that meant it would be theirs. But that was only assuming they would even bother making two of the same number.

It would also mean they’d already rigged the game. Skylar straightened and narrowed her eyes. Would they do that?

Oh, yeah, they would definitely do that.

The sound of approaching voices gave her a start, and Skylar quickly closed the case to look around for a place to hide. She noticed the ballroom also had French doors, so she hurried to the closest one and quietly slipped outside. She closed the glass door just as the first interior door in the opposite corner of the ballroom opened.

Skylar darted into the flowerbed lining the wall between windows and slid to the next edge to carefully peer around it and see who had entered the room. There were two men and one woman, all wearing black masks, but she didn’t recognize any of them. They made their way further into the ballroom, heading toward the table where she’d just been, so she stepped out of the flowerbed and rushed down the sidewalk toward the terrace.

The swimming pool was glowing in the night, but none of the surrounding lights were on. Probably, to keep guests from wandering out there. The darkness was the perfect cover, but Skylar still had to make it past the open study doors without being seen. Swearing under her breath, she slipped her heels off and followed the stone around the far side of the pool, but not so close the glow from it would illuminate her presence.

What was she going to do? Skylar had been aching to join the Valentine’s Day Mixer for the last year, at least. It had taken forever to wait until she was eighteen, and she’d already gone through so much trouble to be there. She’d thought it would be the perfect opportunity to live out her most sinful fantasies.

Skylar imagined that Damien and Devon would fall easy prey to her seduction once she had them alone. They would never know it was her, and she could finally have what God and society said she wasn’t supposed to: her dad and uncle.

And maybe—just maybe—if they did find out, it would be too late, and they’d realize that they didn’t care. Skylar’s chest ached, knowing that part was purely wishful thinking. Logically, she should just sneak back out to the front of the mansion and leave. It was the safest bet. Especially now that she knew there was no way to guarantee being matched with them if she stayed.

Resigned to that decision, Skylar continued toward the end of the house, intending to stay outside and make her way back to the valet parking. Then, she remembered that the security guard had taken her cellphone when she’d first arrived. There was no way she could leave without it.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath.

She stopped and eyed the house, determining which door would be best to sneak back inside through. Skylar chose one near the kitchen and put her heels back on before opening the door. She peered around for any sign of her dad or uncle, and especially the dickhead director. It looked clear, so she started making her way toward the front entrance again.

Skylar was winding her way through the crowd in the main living room when her dad’s familiar voice boomed out from the hallway entrance, causing her to blanch.

“Red masks, please follow my lovely assistant,” he said. “It’s time to get this mixer started.”

Everyone cheered, and people instantly started moving, jostling Skylar, who wished a hole in the floor would open up and swallow her. She wondered if she could duck down low enough to still make it out of the room unnoticed. A single glance in her dad’s direction proved that it was impossible. The crowd was thinning out too fast, and if she remained frozen in her current position, she would definitely draw attention to herself.

Dread and anxiety started rioting through her veins, making her feel shaky, as she slowly straightened and followed the other red masks toward the hallway. Try as she may, Skylar couldn’t keep herself from watching her dad. Where was her uncle? It was always strange to see one without the other because it happened so rarely, even at home.

The moment came when their gazes met again because she was the last red mask to fall in line. What surprised her was to see the blatant male interest ignite in her dad’s eyes. It sent an erotic shiver of depraved lust through her body, and she had to fight to not let it show. However, if she was right and the twins somehow rigged the game, perhaps it could still work in her favor if she caught at least one of their attention.

Skylar smiled at him over her shoulder, letting her interest show just as clearly as his. When the corner of his mouth curved up, a thrill shot through her, and she had to look forward again to hide her face-splitting grin. God, this could really work!

With newfound hope, Skylar followed the other red-masked guests toward the ballroom. Her nerves were still a little jittery, but the dread had faded to almost non-existent. She was almost more nervous at the prospect of getting matched with her dad and uncle than if she wasn’t.

It would be her wildest dream come true, but to see it become a reality, she would have to successfully seduce two of the most notorious playboys in the city while keeping her true identity a secret from them. No sweat, right?

Inside the ballroom, the assistant led them up the center aisle, where Skylar’s uncle stood in front of the table with two other men. That explained why he hadn’t been in the living room, but she wondered why he’d be in the ballroom instead. Unless it was the only way he and her dad managed to rig the game.

It dawned on Skylar that the assistant and two men standing with her uncle were probably the same people who’d almost caught her snooping in the ballroom earlier.

Just like with her dad, when Uncle Devon’s eyes met hers as he scanned the crowd, she saw the desire and interest flash in their dark blue depths. That and he stopped skimming, keeping his gaze locked on hers. Skylar had to fight the urge to finger-wave at him, but she couldn’t do anything about the wicked smile on her face. Once again, she wanted to make sure they understood that she was very much interested in them, the same way they seemed to be in her.

Since neither of them had appeared hesitant or like they might recognize her, Skylar felt pretty secure that her anonymity was still intact.

“All right, red masks, this year we’re going to play a game of chance for our mixer,” the female assistant announced. “Each of you will strip down to your sexy lingerie or briefs and be gift-wrapped in these silk banners, completely hidden from view.”

She paused to point to two racks of empty hangers someone must’ve wheeled into the room after Skylar’s snooping. Then, the woman gestured to the tray of paper numbers as she continued.

“Then, a number will be secured to the front of your banner. Once the black masks enter the room, they’ll take turns getting randomly assigned a matching number. Like cupid’s arrow flying invisibly through the room, no one will know who gets matched with whom until everyone has drawn their numbers. Then, your new Valentine will have the pleasure of unwrapping you and whisking you away for a very naughty night.”

Everyone chuckled, but Skylar’s laugh was forced as she filled with nerves again. She hadn’t expected to have to strip down right then and there, nor show her mostly naked body to the entire room of guests at the end. But she couldn’t back out now.

It dawned on her that she was probably the only person there who wasn’t directly in the adult entertainment business, so all of her fellow red masks had likely been naked in front of crowds or cameras a thousand times before. Skylar needed to come across just as confident if she was to succeed in keeping her uncle’s attention. It didn’t appear he planned to leave the room for anyone’s privacy.

Of course, nudity was far from being new or special to either twin. They both reviewed every film and photograph published through their company. They prided themselves on being high quality rather than cheap quantity.

“So, let’s get started. Everyone strip,” the assistant prompted.

Skylar glanced in her Uncle Devon’s direction as she unzipped her dress and started taking it off. Another thrill coursed through her to find his eyes watching her every move like a hawk. The lust in his eyes grew more intense, causing her juices to start flowing with anticipation.

Please, God, please let this game be rigged in their favor.

She tried not to let her worst fears rise to the surface: that it wasn’t rigged, and she’d end up with the asshole director. Anyone else would be a disappointment, but he would be a deal-breaker. If she somehow got matched with him, Skylar would march right out of the house in her panties—without her phone.

No matter what seedy or possible illegal business transactions her dad and uncle might dabble in, she knew they would never abide by their guests forcing themselves on others. Skylar may have chosen to wear a red mask, ignorant of what it really meant, but she hadn’t signed any contracts legally binding her to participate.

Keeping up a confident air wasn’t too difficult when there were two dozen other men and women stripping down to their skivvies alongside her. She was just glad that she’d set out to seduce her dad and uncle and therefore made sure her lingerie was befitting such a scenario. Her dress may have been black satin, but her bra and panties were all red lace with a matching garter belt holding up her sheer stockings.

After carefully stepping out of her dress, she dared another look at her uncle. He seemed to be frozen to the spot, his eyes unblinking. Surely a man with his scorecard wouldn’t be that affected by seeing one woman in her underwear? It was insane to consider, yet his reaction had a blush of heat spreading through her body.

Everyone grabbed a hanger off the racks and started hanging up their dresses or the occasional suit for the handful of men.

“Alright, everyone find a banner. It doesn’t matter where,” the assistant ordered. “Gentlemen, your numbers will be drawn last for your group of black masks.”

Skylar hadn’t even thought about how they would be assigned, but it made sense they would need to be separate. She was sure none of the straight male guests wanted to end up with another man as their Valentine anymore than a straight female would want to end up with another woman.

Just like everyone else, Skylar ended up choosing the first unclaimed banner she came across. After they were all situated, Uncle Devon grabbed the tray of paper numbers off the table. He joined his assistant, who approached the first person on the left of the aisle. The two other men went to the first person on the right.

They each brought one side of the banner around the person in the red mask, tucked one side in first, then wrapped the other side over it and secured it with a pinned number. They were quite efficient, and before too long, Skylar found herself getting wrapped in the red silk by her uncle and his assistant. There was no stopping her internal temperature from rising when Uncle Devon continued to stare at her body with lustful intent until it was blocked from his view. The last thing she saw was a flash of his eyes, and it did nothing to quell the jittery lust inside of her.

Trapped inside the slightly dark cocoon, she closed her eyes and silently prayed once again that they would manage to draw her number.

Even though it was barely a handful of minutes, it seemed to take forever for the rest of the red masks to get wrapped in their banners. Then, Skylar could hear someone leave the room. Undoubtedly, to let all the other guests know that it was time for the game to start. She tried not to fidget while waiting, but it was hard.

Skylar was anxious about the results and tried to imagine what she might do if she didn’t get matched with her dad and uncle or the asshole director. Maybe it was being raised as a socialite, but she couldn’t fathom settling for anything less than what she wanted. If she didn’t get matched with the twins, she already knew she’d find a way to sneak out of the party and go home to wallow in her failure.

Hoping it wouldn’t come down to that, Skylar’s breath caught when she heard the sound of a lot of people entering the ballroom. Her nerves rose again. Here we go.

It was probably a little immature, but she crossed her fingers for good luck. The black masks weren’t quiet as they filed into the room, carrying on conversations they’d probably been in the middle of before getting the announcement.

Once everyone was finally in the room, though, the conversation quickly died off. Skylar was pretty sure it was because someone was standing at the front of the room to garner their attention. Probably the female assistant or one of the men who’d helped her.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Uncle Devon’s familiar voice greeted instead. “Welcome to the Tenth Annual Double H Studios Valentine’s Day Mixer. As you know, the purpose of this party is to mix things up. Forget who you came with or who might be waiting for you at home because Cupid has much naughtier plans for you tonight.”

The guests all cheered, and some whistled.

Skylar gave the inside of her banner an arched brow. Was this a Swinger’s party or an adulterer’s one? Jesus. Of course, when she asked herself if she’d still be there had her dad or uncle already been in a relationship with other women, the answer was a definite yes. Apparently, her priorities were just as immoral as all the other guests’.

“Now, without further delay,” Uncle Devon continued. “My assistants will get the balls rolling... literally.”

Everyone laughed, and then the female assistant took over.

“Turns will go in alphabetical order with the first letters of your last name. Those of you hoping to match with a man, your numbers will be drawn last. All the A’s looking for women step forward now.”

And so it began. The sound of the air-filled balls being loaded into the gilded tumbler preceded the sound of it being turned. Then, about every ten seconds, a number was called out and undoubtedly handed to the person whose turn it was. Thankfully, there were only two dozen or so red masks, so it didn’t go on for more than maybe five to ten minutes at the most.

Skylar’s anxiety rose again when the assistant asked for the letter H’s to step forward. It was her dad and uncle’s turn. Again, she clamped her eyes shut and silently begged the universe for a major favor. There were three different numbers drawn for the letter H, but since she had no idea who anyone was, it was hard telling where the name Holland would fall in the order.

“And now, the drawing for male red masks,” the female assistant announced. “Since there are only five of you, please just step forward, and we’ll draw left to right.”

Come on, come on.

Skylar was almost at the end of her patience. She couldn’t seem to hold still as the moment of revelation drew closer.

Finally, about a minute and a half later, it was over.

“And now, black masks, if you’ll please find your matching number pinned to the red banners, it’s time to unwrap your Valentine’s gifts,” the woman said.

Everyone made a grateful sound as feet began shuffling around the room. Skylar’s heart was thudding in her ears as she waited for someone to stop in front of her banner. When that finally happened, she drew a breath and stared at the silhouette, trying to figure out if it fit her dad or uncle. There only seemed to be one, which made her nervous as hell. Oh, God, what if it’s not them?

There was a slight hesitance, and then whoever it was, started unpinning the banner and unwrapping the layers. Skylar’s eyes closed, almost afraid to know the truth. At the last second, she realized it and opened them again, just as the silk was pulled away, and she found herself staring into her dad’s eyes.

At first, she was so stunned that he was her match she couldn’t believe it. Then, she was so excited she nearly jumped and wrapped her arms around him with a squeal. Luckily, reason stopped her before she could follow through with that reaction. Mostly because her dad’s eyes had widened at the sight of her standing there in nothing more than a red lace bra, panties, and garters. He scanned over her entire body slowly, still holding the sides of the banner open for his perusal.

When his gaze traveled back up to hers again, all of Skylar’s excitement and nerves melded into a single wave of pure, unadulterated desire. Her body heated from the amount of lust in his eyes.

Again, there didn’t seem to be any recognition, and for the first time since setting out to see her plans through, Skylar found herself wishing there was. She knew it belonged to her fantasy that they would want her, even knowing who she was, but that wasn’t a reality she could risk having. If she wanted her night to go as planned, then she couldn’t allow them to find out.

Skylar gave him a seductive smile, though her nerves were beginning to resurface through all the lust. The hardest part was yet to come, despite how stressful getting to this point had already been. Once her dad and uncle had her alone, it was going to take every acting skill in her arsenal to ensure her voice and mannerisms didn’t give her away.

Her uncle approached, coming up on her dad’s right side. Her dad released the banner to give Uncle Devon room, then they both stared at her for a moment.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to us, brother,” Uncle Devon said with a sultry smirk.

Rather than respond to him, her dad offered her his hand, and Skylar took it. When she stepped away from the banner, he started leading her down the aisle toward the door, and Uncle Devon released a groan of erotic appreciation behind her.

Skylar’s face heated with a smile as she glanced at him over her shoulder. He was staring at her mostly bare ass cheeks sticking out of the bottom of her tiny boy-short style panties. Her dad paused and leaned around to get a look for himself, then straightened and looked back at her with even more lust swirling in his eyes.

“Nice choice,” he complimented. “Pulling out all the stops tonight, I see.”

“Of course,” she smiled, using a lower register to give her voice a smoky appeal and hoped it was enough to sound different.

“Hm,” her dad remarked, then continued leading her out of the ballroom.

Skylar wasn’t sure if it was a good ‘Hm’ or not, but she hoped so. Her dad and uncle were undoubtedly used to women trying to seduce them, so maybe it meant he was still waiting to pass judgment for when he had more proof of her abilities.

Exiting the ballroom, Skylar’s dad led her toward the foyer with her uncle following right behind them. They climbed the sweeping staircase to the second floor. When they reached the landing, the hallway split to wrap around the foyer to the right or lead straight back to the left. Her dad chose the right, and they followed the open hall until it closed off on both sides again. At the end was a set of double doors, and she was a little surprised when her dad fished a key out of his pocket to unlock them.

He opened both doors and gestured for Skylar to enter first. The room was a master with a large four-poster bed and matching furniture. There was a gas fireplace across from it, French doors in the far wall leading out to a balcony. The door to an en-suite bath was in the corner between them. A curved chaise lounge stood between the French doors but about four feet into the room, breaking up the open space between them and the bed.

The luxury wasn’t anything Skylar wasn’t used to already. She’d grown up in a mansion that was at least twice the size of the studios’ and far more modern and chic. When the doors closed behind her, she almost jumped with nerves. She paused in the middle of the room to turn back toward the twins.

They stared her body down, moving toward either side of her at a deliberate pace. Skylar kept shifting her eyes from one to the other, feeling like prey as two predators closed in. Only it was hot as fuck, sending more erotic shivers through her system.

When they finally reached her, they started touching her at the same time, circling her while grazing their fingers over her shoulders, arms, across her back and chest. Her dad’s fingers caressed over her cleavage while Uncle Devon’s swept teasingly across her bare ass cheeks. Skylar’s breath grew heavier, her hands itching to return the favor.

“Red masks are expected to do whatever black masks want,” her dad said, breaking the silence thick with arousal and anticipation.

“But you’d know that already, had you actually been invited,” Uncle Devon said.

Skylar gasped when her dad grabbed her mask and started lifting it. Out of reflex, she grabbed his wrists to stop him, but he gave her a wolfish smirk and yanked it off anyway.

“Did you really think we wouldn’t recognize you, Sky?” he asked, removing his mask next.

She stared at his handsome features before the sound of her uncle removing his mask drew her attention. Peering over her shoulder, she found herself staring into the same gorgeous face, and her blood sizzled. They were so fucking sexy it should be illegal.

“Or catch onto your plans when you were snooping around the offices the same day all the invites and masks were delivered?” Uncle Devon asked, giving her the same wolfish smirk as her dad.

Skylar’s heart was racing as adrenaline pumped through her at dizzying speeds, but they weren’t stopping their touching, even though they’d stopped circling her. The carnal hunger was still potent in their eyes, despite knowing who she was.

“H-how?” she whispered. “I dyed my hair.”

“Mmm, blond suits you better than it should,” Uncle Devon complimented.

“I agree,” her dad seconded, recapturing her attention. “But we’re hot-blooded men, sugar. We know when a woman desires us. You’ve been staring at us with lust in your eyes for at least a year now.”

“Trust us, it wasn’t easy to ignore coming from you, but we knew we had to wait until you were eighteen,” Uncle Devon said.

“We might be on a one-way ride to hell for this, but we’re not pedophiles,” her dad added. “No matter how willing you might’ve been.”

Skylar’s breath shuddered out of her. “So much for becoming an actress,” she said, frowning.

They laughed, and her dad shook his head. “You can be an actress all you want, as long as it’s not porn.”

“Trust me, that wasn’t even a thought,” Skylar stated sincerely.

“Good,” Uncle Devon said. “Because this body is only for us from now on. Are you going to argue?”

Another erotic thrill went through her, but this time it was from the authoritative tone in his voice. Of course, they were Alpha males. Everyone knew that. But Skylar hadn’t thought about how that might affect her in a sexual situation. It turned out her body liked it. A lot.

When Skylar pressed her lips together and shook her head, a wicked smile flashed across his face.

Then, he ducked his head and started kissing up the side of her neck. Her eyes drooped closed, and her head started rolling back from the sensation, but her dad cupped her face in his hands and brought his mouth down to hers.

It was a thousand times better than her fantasies. Her dad seduced her lips apart, sliding his tongue into her mouth to kiss her like she was the fix to a craving. Never in a million years had she imagined they’d want her the same way she’d desired them. They were the kings of porn, for crying out loud, constantly surrounded by the hottest women in the world. Skylar knew she was attractive, but it was hard not to compare herself to pornstars when that was who her dad and uncle were interacting with all of the time.

Skylar felt like she was being pulled into an eddy as their hands roamed over her, removing articles of clothing so they could get to the skin underneath. Her bra was unfastened and adjusted, the lace stimulating her hard nipples. When her uncle’s hands slid under the bottom to cup her breasts from behind, she moaned into her dad’s mouth. He backed up just enough to slip her bra free from her arms the rest of the way, and his hands covered his brother’s, forcing him to squeeze her breasts even harder.

Then, they were moving her to the bed, and Skylar’s head started to spin when they managed to switch places in the process. Her uncle started kissing her as she was lowered to the mattress, his lips and tongue feasting on her mouth just as hungrily as her dad’s had.

Skylar’s dad worked on removing her garter belt and panties while kissing over her shoulder and down her back. In the meantime, Uncle Devon continued to massage her breasts and pluck at her nipples.

“Wait, wait, I have to know something,” she said, her head swimming with curiosity and desire—not the best combination. “Did you guys rig the game and if so, how?”

They laughed again. Then, her dad placed a kiss on her hip right as her uncle kissed her on the mouth.

“Of course, Sky. We always rig the games in our favor, but even if that weren’t the case, we definitely would’ve done it tonight,” her dad answered.

“There’s no way in hell we were going to let any other man here have you,” Uncle Devon concurred. “That’s why I took over in the ballroom, so I could see which number was assigned to you. The man in charge of drawing them kept your matching number out of the tumbler, then pretended to draw it out when it was your dad’s turn. A simple sleight of hand no one was the wiser about.”

Skylar grinned at them. “Damien and Devon Holland, cheating at their own games. What if your guests found out?”

Her dad grinned. “Who are they going to complain to? They like their jobs too much and their exclusive inclusion in holiday parties even more.”

“So, everyone here is an employee?” she asked.

“Or business associate,” her dad answered. “Which means you need to be scarce around the offices and production lots for a while, so no one has the chance to recognize you.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t make a lot of appearances there anyway. Besides, I dyed my hair, remember?”

“If you think your hair is what men will recognize the most with a body like yours, then you’re a lot more innocent than we feared,” her dad said.

Uncle Devon paused and stared into her eyes. “Are you innocent, Sky?”

“No,” she said with a chuckle. “I dated Dalton Cummings for over a year. Guys don’t stick around that long if they’re not getting sex out of it.”

Her uncle’s expression wasn’t pleased, but it wasn’t angry, either. “I never liked him.”

“You were jealous,” her dad pointed out, lifting his head to give his twin a knowing smirk. “We both were.”

Uncle Devon humphed. “No matter, the point is you’re not a virgin, which expedites things.”

“Definitely,” her dad agreed seductively. “We have so much we want to do with you, Sky. So many different pleasures you’ve never even thought about.”

“Despite being raised by porn kings,” Uncle Devon mused.

Skylar smiled, but they weren’t wrong. She was largely innocent when it came to all of the kinky and creative sides of sex. Her experience was just as average as every other girl her age. She’d only slept with one boyfriend, and though they’d covered the basics, that was all they’d ever done. Dalton had never tried doing anything different. He hadn’t even been able to make her come while fucking her unless she played with her clit at the same time.

“Oh, yeah?” Skylar flirted back with them. “And what do you plan on teaching me tonight?”

They looked at her before sharing sinister smiles with each other. To keep her from probing further, her uncle recaptured her mouth with a hot kiss, and her dad continued removing her clothes.

He had to climb off the end of the bed to remove her heels and peel her stockings free from her legs. The moment he finished, Uncle Devon stopped kissing her so he could also drink in her completely naked form.

“Maybe someone has been watching too much porn,” he remarked, caressing his fingertips over her bare mound.

“No, I just thought it looked funny after I dyed my hair, so decided to shave it off,” Skylar admitted.

It was a little embarrassing to confess that she’d thought about looking sexy for them, but they didn’t tease her about it. They simply continued to stare at her body for another moment before her dad started undressing. She was surprised that Uncle Devon didn’t join him, but then Skylar was too captivated to care.

Unlike some of the other men at the party, they’d worn matching black suits with red dress shirts rather than tuxedos. But as hot as they looked in them, Skylar was excited to see them naked. Not that she’d never seen them shirtless or caught accidental glimpses of them naked in the past, but those rare moments hadn’t been enough for her to study their bodies. All they’d done was fuel her inappropriate fantasies.

Her dad stripped efficiently fast with the practiced ease of a man who’d been in that situation countless times. That was completely fine by her because it just gave her the full view of his naked body that much sooner. His golden skin was stretched nice and tight over the hard planes and roped muscles of his regularly worked physique. Both of them used the gym and pool at home every day, so she already knew they were fit.

When he dropped his slacks and shoved his fitted boxer briefs down his legs as last, a small sound of lust escaped Skylar’s mouth. His cock was fully erect and so much bigger than Dalton’s, both in length and girth.

“Jesus, Dad,” she whispered.

He gave her a slanted smirk and grabbed her feet, slowly parting her legs. His gaze locked onto her pussy as he did, and Skylar couldn’t stop her skin from blushing with renewed heat. Uncle Devon slid his hand down to her thigh and prompted her to lift it. Understanding what they wanted, she bent her knees, and her dad’s lips parted, his eyes widening slightly.

“Hell, baby, that’s even better than I pictured,” he confessed quietly.

There was no denying she was flattered, especially since they both spent every day of the week staring at a hundred different pussies. That they thought hers was anything special eased a lot of the doubts she’d had.

Uncle Devon cupped her face, turning it back toward his so he could start kissing her again as her dad crawled between her legs and hugged her thighs. She gasped into her uncle’s mouth the moment she felt her dad’s warm breath on her pussy, and then he started licking her all over down there, and it was all Skylar could do not to squirm.

As her dad gripped her waist to hold her still, Uncle Devon started teasing her breasts and nipples with his hand again. It was as if the twins were completely in sync with each other because the moment her dad started probing his tongue into her pussy, Uncle Devon kissed his way down her neck to start sucking on her nipples.

Skylar could hardly keep track of the volley of sensations driving her body to new levels of heat and pleasure. She threaded her fingers into her uncle’s hair because she needed something to hold onto, especially when her dad licked his way up to her clit to flick his tongue over it super-fast.

“Oh, oh, Dad!” she cried out.

He moaned against her in response, which sent a riot of pleasurable vibrations right through her core. Skylar panted and mewled as their sucking mouths brought her right to the edge of climax so much faster than she’d been expecting. No one had ever brought her so much pleasure so quickly before. Even herself and she thought she was the expert when it came to her own body.

Just as Uncle Devon switched to her other breast, sucking and licking his tongue over her nipple, her dad slid a finger into her and used it to work her open for a second one. The slight stretch and fantastic friction drove her right into the birth of an orgasm.

“God, don’t stop,” she begged.

They didn’t, and the dam broke. A tidal wave of orgasmic bliss crashed through Skylar and had her body bucking from the force of it. Her fingers curled tighter in her uncle’s hair, but he didn’t even wince.

“Goooooooooooood!” she bellowed.

“Mmm, close,” her dad mused humorously.

He withdrew his fingers so he could lap up all of her cream. Once again, both men moved as if they were telepathically linked. Skylar’s dad started crawling up her body, and her uncle abandoned her breasts, planting a kiss on her mouth before rolling off the bed altogether.

Before Skylar could see why, her dad’s face was hovering over hers, peering into her eyes with a potent mixture of love and white-hot desire.

“Baby, you have no idea how hot this is for us,” he said thickly. “Or how much it means that you desire us so much you’d actually set out to try and seduce us. You’re our wildest fantasy come true.”

“Me? That’s how I feel about you guys,” Skylar said, deeply touched. “I never dreamed you’d desire me for me. I thought if you knew, it would disgust you.”

“God, Sky, no way,” he said, melting with sympathy for her doubts. “You were meant for us, and we don’t care how sinful or illegal that is. It doesn’t change how we feel.”

Lowering his body to hers, he captured her mouth. Only it wasn’t just desire driving his lips and tongue, but a whole lot of love, making it the most passionate kiss she’d ever experienced in her life. Skylar could’ve happily drowned in that kiss, but he adjusted, reaching between them to guide his cock to her pussy, and started pushing his way inside of her.

“Oh,” she gasped, as the pleasure tingled before she felt the glorious stretching. “Oh, Dad.”

Her words prompted him to keep going, his next kiss was hungrier as his desire to fill her seemed to take over. Skylar wrapped around him, clinging to him and moving her hips to encourage him on. She gloried in the way his cock made her feel so full and wanted nothing more than to have him inside of her all the way.

“Oh, Dad, Dad, please?” she whimpered.

“Fuck, Sky,” he growled and amped up his aggression as if he hadn’t been expecting her to want it so soon, if at all.

It warmed her heart to think he would hold back out of concern for her, but that was the last thing she wanted. Skylar wanted to feel everything her dad and uncle were capable of, to learn all of the things that turned them on the most.

He released a sound of pure pleasure and surprise when he finally slammed balls deep inside of her, and it was at that moment that Uncle Devon reappeared. Apparently, he’d just been getting undressed because now he was completely naked and just as perfectly endowed as her dad.

Skylar stared at his hard cock, as he knelt on the side of the bed and crawled closer to her face. Her mouth watered when she realized his intentions and didn’t even hesitate to lift her head from the mattress. Turning her face toward him, she twisted slightly, so she could grab his cock with her hand and bring it to her mouth.

Uncle Devon groaned with heady pleasure at her actions, his eyes drooping to half-mast, as she licked the precum from his cock. She had plenty of practice with blowjobs since that had been the thing Dalton had wanted to do the most. Skylar was aware that was normal, but as frustrating as it could be, she was now glad to have the experience.

Her dad paused for just a second to watch her licking and sucking the head of her uncle’s cock.

“Fuck, that is so hot,” he said huskily.

Then, he finally started moving over her, rolling his cock into her deeper and deeper while fondling her breast. Skylar moaned around her uncle’s shaft, and he inhaled a sharp breath before releasing it on a moan.

“You can keep that up all fucking night, baby,” he praised.

Skylar was already aware of the Hummer being men’s favorite, too. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded, but she tried to keep moaning and making sounds while sucking his cock in deeper. Uncle Devon braced the back of her head to help her support it as he slowly rocked forward to drive himself a little further into her mouth.

Her dad adjusted a little, so he could lean in and suck her nipple into his mouth while continuing to pump his cock into her with increasing speed and hardness. The moans she made weren’t just for her uncle’s benefit but emissions she had no control over. Her dad was simply bringing her that much pleasure.

With a growling moan, her dad rose onto his knees at the same time he slid his hands under her ass to lift it in his grasp. Skylar lost the suction on her uncle’s cock when her dad started hammering into her. Her body flopped back on the mattress only to be jostled back and forth by her dad’s powerful thrusts. The pleasure was blinding, streaking through her like lightning, and it was all she could do to hold fast to his arms and pray for the ability to keep up with him.

Her toes curled as the sharp point of a new orgasm pierced deep in her cervix. Then, her climax erupted with far more force and pleasure than she ever could’ve dreamed of, causing her back to bow off the mattress, her head rolling backward.

“DADDY!” she screamed, digging her nails into his arms.

He started grunting louder and panting harder, fucking her like a savage beast. Her vaginal muscles naturally contracted and released as she came down from her climax and her dad’s sounds turned almost desperate.

“Oh, God, so good,” he panted out before his teeth clenched and his breath hissed through them. “Fuck, Skylar, I’m coming already.”

“Come, Daddy, come,” she encouraged.

She slid her hands up to his muscled biceps and massaged them while rocking her hips to match his.

Half a heartbeat later, he made a startled sound and stilled, pushing all of his weight into her until she felt the head of his cock trying to pierce her cervix.

“Dad,” she whimpered, but it felt so fucking good.

Then his cock seemed to grow larger and hot liquid started filling her depths.

“Skylar, fuck,” he ground out, his muscles remaining tense for a second as he came.

She gasped from the feel of it, wrapping her arms around him and plying his back with her hands. A sudden movement on the mattress reminded Skylar of her uncle, and she looked at him as guilt rose up to smother some of her blissful afterglow.

“Oh, Uncle, I’m so sorry,” she said.

He finished leaning down, as he’d already been in the process of doing and smiled before capturing her lips.

“It’s okay, baby. I don’t mind waiting for my turn,” he said. “We know you’re not used to having two men at once. It’s going to take time for you to adapt, but we’re more than willing to help you learn.”

“I can’t...” her dad panted, lifting his head and peering at them. “I can’t even begin to describe how fucking good that was.”

“I have no doubts,” Uncle Devon said smugly. “I haven’t seen you finish that fast since high school.”

Her dad chuckled, then nuzzled his mouth along the side of Skylar’s breast.

“I thought having a woman call me Daddy during sex was the same,” he muttered. “It’s not the same.”

Skylar laughed with her uncle while her dad eased his cock out of her. He moved forward to kiss her just hot enough to give her a shiver before rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh. Uncle Devon didn’t hesitate to lower his face to hers again and take over, kissing her into a puddle of renewed desire as he massaged her breasts and tugged at her nipples.

“Maybe you should suck your dad’s cock clean while I fuck you from behind,” Uncle Devon suggested between kisses. “No one likes having sex in the same position twice, and we have so many to teach you still.”

Skylar groaned with approval, her body growing needier with the erotic images those words conjured in her mind. Her dad scooted himself to the head of the bed, propping pillows behind him.

When Skylar rolled onto her hands and knees to crawl toward him, he spread his legs to give her room.

Uncle Devon moved behind her but waited until she sucked her dad’s softened cock into her mouth before grabbing her hips to adjust her ass how he wanted it.

Skylar tasted herself all over her dad’s shaft, and it only turned her on more. She loved that she could suck all of him into her mouth, her tongue stretching to lick over his balls as she did. He uttered praises and drove his hands into her hair to massage her scalp.

Despite her dad already stretching her, Skylar gasped when her uncle’s cock pushed into her for the first time. She hadn’t realized she was sore from her dad’s fucking, but she felt it as Uncle Devon stretched her again. The ache couldn’t last, though, nor did her uncle have to work as hard to plunge deeper with every thrust.

Skylar whimpered and moaned with a mouthful of her dad’s hardening cock, and both men made approving sounds.

“God, Sky, I can only imagine how tight your pussy is when it hasn’t already been fucked,” her uncle panted. “I’m still stretching you, even after your dad hammered the shit out of you.”

“Told you,” her dad grunted.

Skylar could only moan and breathe through her nose as she continued to suck at her dad’s cock. About the same time Uncle Devon finally bottomed out in her pussy, her dad’s cock grew too hard for her to keep as much of it in her mouth. She moaned and sucked her way up to a more comfortable level, then started to bob her head in a good rhythm.

She tried to listen to her dad’s sounds to judge her performance, even as Uncle Devon started snapping his hips against her. He kneaded her ass cheeks in between using them to pull her body back into his punishing thrusts.

It felt so fucking good Skylar found it difficult to concentrate on both tasks at once. Her dad had to occasionally prompt her to keep sucking because she mindlessly stopped, too lost in all the pleasure her uncle was bringing her. Each time, she winced with guilt and found herself wishing she could adapt a lot faster.

Skylar hoped they wouldn’t grow impatient or frustrated with her before she could get the hang of things. Her naughty imagination had made everything look so easy in her fantasies, but the reality was highlighting just how far from being a sex goddess she really was.

Uncle Devon slid his hands under her to grip her breasts, kneading them a few times before using them to anchor her in place while pushing his cock so far into her it hurt. Skylar cried out around her dad’s cock, earning a moan from him. Her uncle fucked her a couple of times, then slammed into her and pushed again, making her scream and her dad sounded even more pleased.

“Fuck, Dev,” he groaned. “I told you.”

“Come on, Sky, you got to come for me, baby,” Uncle Devon seethed. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

Unfortunately, her response was garbled nonsense from her dad’s cock still filling her mouth. She didn’t think she’d be able to come if he kept pushing into her that way, though. Her body relaxed when he went back to rolling and snapping his hips. He slicked his hands over her back, plying her muscles a little with his fingers. Just when she was swimming in pure pleasure again, he gripped her shoulders and slammed his cock right into her cervix three times and then pushed.

This time, the pain warped into a new kind of pleasure Skylar had never felt before. Her muscles contracted tightly, and as soon as he started fucking her again, she was crying out with a shocking orgasm she hadn’t even felt building.

Her dad gripped her hair tighter, hissing and moaning when it caused her mouth to drop over his cock further.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it!” Uncle Devon praised as he picked up his pace, fucking her wildly.

There was no way Skylar could keep sucking her dad’s cock then. She lifted her mouth from him completely, drawing in ragged breaths only to stutter out whimpering moans as her uncle’s penetrations drug out the strange painful pleasure into tiny waves of ecstasy. Her body wanted to collapse, her limbs feeling too weak to hold her up any longer.

Luckily, her uncle didn’t need much more time. With a muttered curse, he gripped her hips hard as he stilled, pressing into her again with all his might. It didn’t hurt this time, though. She felt him swell, followed by the hot liquid of his cum.

“Fuck, that was... fuck,” he panted out. He eased back a little and started rubbing Skylar’s back again while moaning. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” she slurred, slumped against her dad, her face right beside his cock but unable to do anything with it. “I can’t move.”

They chuckled at her but continued to massage her body or play with her hair until she was finally able to slump over onto her side next to her dad’s leg. Skylar brushed the damp hair from her face and peered at the identical men. The thrill that went through her was no less potent than before.

She couldn’t believe she’d just been fucked by them, even though her body bore the tenderness and sticky wetness to prove it. Skylar offered them a somewhat bashful smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said.

They beamed at her and moved closer, each of their faces inching toward hers.

“It was, by far, the best Valentine’s Day,” her dad replied before reaching her mouth first.

Skylar kissed them in turn as they maneuvered themselves and her into a far more comfortable position. She ended up on her back between them while they caressed her body and took turns kissing her mouth or neck.

“Of course, that just means we’ll have to get creative to make next Valentine’s Day just as special,” Uncle Devon finally responded.

“Not more rigged games of chance, I hope,” Skylar said.

He laughed and shook his head. “No, darling, nothing like that,” he confirmed. “Your ours now, Sky.”

“Mmm, that means we have a whole year of new experiences and sexploits between now and then,” her dad added with a sultry smile. “Who knows how creative we’ll have to be by the time Valentine’s Day rolls around again.”

“I imagine we’ll be putting the masters to shame,” Uncle Devon said.

Skylar didn’t doubt them, per se. She just wasn’t sure if her imagination would match the reality. But their words were making her happier than she’d dared to hope.

When Skylar had set out to seduce them, it had been with the acceptance that they would never know. Now, that had changed, and they spoke like they planned on having a future with her. Together. As lovers.

“No,” she said, reaching up and caressing each of their faces at the same time. “All of the creativity in the world couldn’t make any other day better than this one, right now. This will always be the best Valentine’s Day in my entire life.”

Her dad and uncle looked at each other, and their mouths curved up at the same time.

“You know what that sounds like, brother?” Uncle Devon asked.

“Yeah, one hell of a challenge,” her dad answered.

“We have to accept,” Uncle Devon said.

“Without question,” her dad agreed, as they both looked back to her.

Skylar laughed at their banter and pulled them both down to her at the same time, turning her head to kiss them both one after the other.

“Mmm, I think it’s time for the first lesson in loving twins,” Uncle Devon said.

Skylar groaned when they started lifting her from the bed, sandwiching her between them as they moved until they could stand up.

“You guys can’t be serious. I need a break,” she said. “And I need to pee.”

“Good, the bathroom was our next stop, anyway,” her dad said. “We can all pee. Then we can take a shower so we can get dirtier.”

“Dirtier?” Skylar questioned humorously, though she knew he meant something sexual.

“Oh, yeah, dirtier,” Uncle Devon vowed. “Now that we’ve stretched your pussy, we need to stretch your ass.”

“That way, we can finally show you what being with two men at once really means,” her dad said.

Despite her exhaustion, Skylar’s body lit up. It was her ultimate fantasy, and they planned to give it to her... tonight. A new erotic shiver ran through her, and she found herself smiling so wide it pinched her cheeks.

“I fucking love this holiday.”