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Tyreen’s heels clacked on the cement as her and Troy approached the inconspicuous door with the marquee above it. In the growing dusk, the neon words glared
Empire of Sinsations against purple clouds. Troy glanced up at it, nodding as he saw they were at the right location. The door itself was metal framed, backed with opaque dark paper that made it seem like a portal to somewhere ominous. Opening it, the interior hall was anything but. Cameras lined the white clapboard walls. The shifting lenses ran the length of the hall, all the way down to another door at the end. This one looked more like you’d find in someone’s home, with inset glass and blinds lining the other side of it. The blinds were drawn so nobody could see inside. A sign on the door read NOBODY UNDER 18 BEYOND THIS POINT in stark red letters.
Adjusting the white feather shawl draped across her shoulders, Tyreen made sure the hem of her leather dress was decent. The skirt only came down to about mid-thigh, where it clung to her flesh like a second skin.
“Oh, looks you can’t come in,” she told her brother, flipping hair out of her eyes. The dangling hoops of her earrings jangled with the movement. “I mean, you’re what? Fifteen, mentally?”
“Girls mature faster than guys,” Troy said. He wasn’t as dressed up as his sister, his look more casual. Other than his coat, the mesh shirt he wore was see through, his tattoos visible through the material, and his black cargo pants were simple.
“In your case, probably never.”
They made their way down the hall, looking at each other when they reached the door.
“I can’t wait to see what the challenge is for this place,” Troy muttered. “Maybe it will be something like proposition a stranger in the jack booths. Can’t think of anything else it could be.”
“Somehow I doubt it’s going to be that easy. Care to do the honors?”
Reaching out with his robotic arm, Troy grabbed the door handle and pulled. A blaring electric chime went off as they stepped over the threshold. It drew the clerk’s attention to them. Not that they would have entered unnoticed with how deafening Tyreen’s shoes were against the floor.
“Welcome,” the clerk greeted. “I have your assignment for the evening, once you’re ready for it.”
“Ok, cool,” Tyreen acknowledged. Her heels clacked across the shop floor as she came to a stop in front of a shelf with realistic dildos in various sizes. Some were as long as Tyreen’s forearm. “Looks like you have some competition, Troy.”
Troy laughed. He poked a finger of his marked hand against one of the floor models. The soft faux flesh jiggled for several seconds. “Doesn’t seem like stiff competition.”
The clerk cleared his throat. “Please don’t touch those without asking for assistance.”
Tyreen’s middle finger shot up. She wrapped her palm around the flared end of a sizeable glass wand in the shape of a mushroom with small sprouting bumps along the shaft. It had some heft when she lifted it and waved it in Troy’s face.
“This one’s interesting. Might be fun.”
When Troy swiped for it, Tyreen smirked and loosened her grip. The heft of it sent it sailing through Troy’s hand before he could grab it. There was a loud crash as it hit the tiled floor and shattered.
The clerk made a strangled noise but bit his tongue. As if in challenge, Tyreen looked over at him and blew him a kiss. Glass crunched under her shoes as she made her way towards the counter.
“My brother’s such a klutz sometimes,” she said by way of apology. The smirk plastered across her lips spoke that she was anything but sorry. “Just between you and me, I don’t think he’s going to be very cooperative about paying for the damages. I’d have him pay for that some other way, if you know what I mean. You do, don’t you? Know what I mean?”
Shaking his head, the expression on the clerk’s face was wrought with concern. “Sorry, I don’t really watch your streams that often to understand.”
“Ain’t that a shame.” Considering this information, Tyreen leaned forward. She didn’t come up that far over the counter, which made it difficult to whisper at the man. So she simply didn’t try. “The assignment. Since you’re our host, you can adjust his to your liking. Make him chug his own jizz or lick the wall of the jack booth. Just some examples.”
“Th—that’s not how this works.” Troy sounded annoyed as he sputtered a protest. “You can’t change the rules like that, Ty.”
Tyreen sighed. “I’m the God Queen, Troy. I can do whatever the fuck I feel like.”
At a loss for words, Troy just threw up his hands.
“I don’t think I’d make anybody lick those walls.” The clerk shuddered. Fingers twitched, tapping the counter, as he considered how to handle the situation. Then he reached for some paper cue cards that had been sitting leaned up against his cash register. With nervous flicks of his wrists, he shuffled them. “Your assignment tonight as voted on by viewers and arranged by your sponsor is as follows: You’re to make your way to the video arcade upstairs and enter separate VIP booths. The movies have already been selected for you. They’ll be a buddy window connecting the booths between you where you’ll be able to see each other. However, the audience will not be aware of this feature, as it will look like a painted wall.”
Tyreen said, “Aw, that’s too bad.”
“The rules are simple. Whoever refrains from reaching climax longer will control the challenge for the evening. That means they get to dictate what happens next.” The clerk looked over to Troy. “For breaking my wares, you have to wear a vibrating device.”
“What? No fair.”
The clerk could only offer Troy a shrug. He reached under the counter and brought up a box that had a bright pink bullet device pictured on the front. The box was pushed in front of Troy to take. Rolling his eyes, Troy snatched the box up and opened it, yanking out the wired device from inside and tossing the empty packaging back on the counter.
The breathy sounds of snickering drifted over from Tyreen.
“You may proceed upstairs whenever you’re ready,” the clerk told them. “May the best twin win.”
The stairs clacked under each footfall from Tyreen’s heels. She half expected to hear sucking sounds, as the floor likely wasn’t cleaned often, but thankfully such was not the case. They rounded a landing, her and Troy, and ascended even higher, gaudy flashing holo signs for outdated adult films lining the staircase walls. Troy stopped to examine the faded, flickering image of a mustachioed man looking at the camera with a sultry gleam in his eyes.
“That looks like that Atlas CEO Katagawa’s been driving me nuts over,” Troy remarked. “What’s his name? Rhys Strongfork? How long you think he’s had that mustache?”
“Not long enough to be a forgotten memory of an adult film star. That guy’s probably dead. Rhys isn’t that old.”
“Dead? This dude can’t be much older than us, Ty.”
“That holo ad sure is. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t positively geriatric by now. On life support, even. A hard-on would likely kill him.”
That hit a particularly amused spot in Troy’s brain, so he laughed. They found themselves in the upper floor holo vid arcade without anymore distractions. There was a place to hang coats and belongings that seemed clean enough, so Troy left his coat on one of the hooks, avoiding getting it soiled. The VIP booths were hard to miss. They were framed in bright tube lighting that cycled through a rainbow of colors every few seconds. A marquee above the doors read VIP LOUNGE and a shadowbox on the wall displayed what each room was currently showing.
“The Chamber: Swinger Orgy Night,” Troy read aloud from the display. He studied the image of a large group of people dressed in skimpy black outfits and dark make-up engaged in sexual acts. The pictures showcased scenes of them dog-piling each other, everything from ass eating to plain old vanilla penetration depicted in bright color. It was pure chaos, those images. Troy loved it.
Bound for Glory: A BDSM Tale, read the second shadowbox.
“Well, I know which one is my room,” Tyreen told him. She came up beside her brother, leaning in to get a better look of a picture of a woman dressed in latex tying rope around a naked woman with a gag in her mouth. “See you later, bro. Try not to go off too quick or this won’t be any fun.”
Tyreen disappeared into the room showing the BDSM film. Sighing, Troy entered the other, appalled by the smell as he entered. There was the stench of stale sweat and sex undercut by the sharper citrus scent of disinfectant. The seat, however, was bare polished wood and looked clean enough. He sat down, getting comfortable.
In the other booth, Tyreen inspected the space. Her nose wrinkled at the smell. There was poking of the seat bench for sticky spots, and it came as a surprise when her fingers didn’t stay glued to the wood. She dusted a space off (not that it was dusty. The booths likely had seen recent use) and sat down crossing one leg over the other knee. Sitting back, she tried not to think about the traces of hidden filth that might be coating the walls around her.
The light in the buddy window came on. It drew Tyreen’s attention. Troy waved at her from the other side. She could see his display screen, and that his movie was already underway. He must’ve pressed the video start button. Tyreen was running behind, so she started her film as well.
From the window, Tyreen could see her brother had already gotten comfortable. His pants were undone. In the fist of his marked hand, his cock sat pinched between his fingers, not quite hard yet but getting there. He’d strapped the vibrating device to the base of himself, seemingly unconcerned that he might lose the competition by starting so soon. In the window, he turned his head and winked at her.
Tyreen’s film barely had a plot. Two women in college had decided to try rope bondage out for the first time. That was about the gist of it. She watched, a little bored, as the the pair on screen went through the motions of simpler bondage positions. Like binding wrists to the headboard. It wasn’t until the film had been rolling for awhile that it took a turn towards the juicier stuff she preferred. Use of gags and blindfolds, as well as suspension. Some impact play. Tyreen got worked up enough to the point she hiked up her dress and pulled the gusset of her panties aside. She was wearing her skag and heart ones today, and she hoped whatever recording surfaced of this challenge on the ECHOnet got a good shot of them. Her fingertips skimmed her labia, then scissored them open, one finger dancing up to the slight slickness of her budding clit. With a sigh, she teased it to hardness, running slow circles around it before plunging her fingers downward again.
Meanwhile, Troy alternated between watching the screen and peering through the window. As Tyreen pushed two fingers between her inner lips and drove them inside her up to the knuckles, Troy pumped his shaft with his fist, the vibrations coursing through him creating a warm pleasantness to it. His strokes went from where the device was strapped to him up his generous length to the head, which he massaged with his thumb. The tip of said thumb came away with a gossamer strand of pre-come, the head itself purpled with strain. His shaft flexed under his touch and against the vibrator, already so close as he watched Tyreen finger fuck herself with hard, jerky pumps of her wrist.
Troy panted. He was not going to last much longer like this. He reached down to massage his scrotum, trying to calm his eagerness toward orgasm and the wrath of the vibrations. On his screen, one of the male performers gave a heavy groan as he shot his load down another man’s throat. Troy squeezed his shaft with vicarious lust, groaning low himself.
Hearing him, Tyreen could tell her brother was close. She slowed her own efforts, comfortable with taking it inch by inch. A lazy smirk stretched across her features. She knew she was about to win this part of the challenge.
Just as Troy knew he was about to lose. In an attempt to gain some ground on his sister, he slowed his strokes, but his desire boiled hot, and the vibrator was relentless. It only frustrated him not to race to get himself off. He felt he was at the point of no return, that it would be physically painful to stop himself now. His balls throbbed and tightened, sending his shaft shuddering against his palm. He moved his hand up closer to the head, jerking himself with both fingers and hand to stimulate himself even more.
With a pleasured yelp, Troy released his first load of semen. It spattered against the wall opposite him, right underneath the screen. The second one wasn’t as potent, creating a small puddle on the floor. He sat there for a good few seconds afterward, just catching his breath as he watched the stain he’d made on the wall dribble a little. The vibrating device was switched off with shaking fingers.
“Clean up for the jizzmopper in jack booth number two,” he said aloud, and laughed.
Then he heard the telltale cry of his sister coming. It wasn’t the hardest orgasm, he could tell. Hopefully the night was still young and they’d be able to remedy that for the viewers.
Once they had made themselves decent, they returned to the clerk on the bottom floor.
“So, how did it go for the two of you?” he asked them. “Remember that it was all caught on camera for the stream feed, so please refrain from lying about details.”
“As if we’d do such a thing,” Tyreen said as she adjusted her dress and leaned on the counter. “Troy couldn’t help himself and nutted first. It looks like I’m the winner of this little competition.”
“That makes the God-Queen dictator of this challenge. She gets to set what acts you’ll perform, the rules, just about everything. Tyreen, what do you propose?”
“That we fuck.” She turned to meet Troy’s gaze. “In the jack booths. Leave the doors unlocked. Let people come in and watch. They can mess around with Troy if they want to.”
The clerk’s face fixed itself in confusion. Troy, on the other hand, balked.
“We can’t do that,” he protested. “No way, Ty. We’re risking the whole galaxy knowing about this thing we have going on.”
“Is that what it is to you? Just a thing?”
“Stop splitting hairs. You know what I mean. We could end up losing followers over our relationship. Viewer count dips too low and Katagawa might decide to drop all this.”
“Junior isn’t going to do shit. Come on. We can put a spin on it. One of us seduced the other and they were helpless against their true feelings. Then we fell in love because love is blind, as they say. The audience will eat it up.”
From his expression, it didn’t seem Troy was convinced. He wasn’t, however, about to argue. Not with the stream at stake. “If you say so.”
“Then that settles it. We’re doing this.”
There was no more room for Troy to protest. He sighed with his whole body, his shoulders heaving. Then he turned towards the staircase the led to the video arcade and stomped up the first few steps, pausing at the landing.
“You coming or what?” he asked Tyreen.
“Oh, I’ll be coming, alright,” she said as she joined him.
Once upstairs, it was a matter of choosing a booth to occupy. Each had a gaudy poster advertising the film it was playing. The majority of them were sleazy, mega compilations of sex scenes without any real plot or thought put behind them. Tyreen wouldn’t settle for those, as she was looking to be invested, at least until her brother stepped in and took over. They happened to find a booth playing the classic Handsome Jack Tames Pandora and decided that would be their choice for the evening. Tyreen entered the booth first, kicking condoms out of the way with the toe of her heels, as they’d been left lying scattered on the floor. Some were fresh, the faint ooze of liquids smearing the floor tiles. It would have disgusted her once upon a time, but she’d obviously seen worse living among the C.O.V, and visuals such as used condoms full of reeking jizz were on the list of least concerning. Tyreen felt nothing but slight annoyance having to clean up where the clerk or whoever should’ve been doing their job.
The booth wasn’t all that big compared to the VIP spaces. Troy lumbered in behind her, barely fitting. He couldn’t wind his arm back, couldn’t smack her ass proper. But he tried. She felt the tap of palm and fingers against her backside and smirked, glad he’d decided to get into the spirit of the event after all.
“I’ve seen this one a dozen times,” he said as he sat down.
“It’s the only real decent porno holo they got here.”
Tyreen eyed the space beside her brother, then his lap. He was sitting with his legs splayed, his marked arm folded behind his head. His robotic arm rested beside him, taking up a large majority of seating. Making her decision, Tyreen lifted herself up and dead center on to Troy’s lap. She could feel his stiffened cock poking her through the fabric of his pants and adjusted so that it rested against the indent of her ass crack. Troy’s hand came to rest on her thigh. His fingers crept upward, under the hem of her dress, hiking up the skirt so he could run his fingertips against her clothed mound.
“The movie hasn’t even started yet,” she said.
Troy hummed and unzipped his pants. His shaft sprung free of the confines, twitching in anticipation. The head was wet, oozing pearly beads of pre-come despite his earlier orgasm. He grabbed the base, thumping the weight of his length against Tyreen’s ass before rubbing it between the outline of her cheeks. The friction of the fabric made him shiver.
“I don’t need that shit. I got you.”
“As sweet a sentiment as that is, I prefer actions to words, bro.”
“What about Rebirth/Fleshmeat?” Troy rummaged in his pants pocket. “Because I brought some of that with me for reasons.”
“You thought of everything, huh? Give it here.”
Passing her one of the shiny, translucent pills, Troy swallowed his own dry, and so did she. The movie credits rolled, and they both sat back for a moment to watch the initial action scene that it opened with. While the actors on-screen played out their roles, Troy stuck his thumb between the waistband of Tyreen’s panties and her skin and rubbed slow circles against her hip. When the clothes started coming off in the film, he rolled the waistband down. His sister helped him, lifting herself off his lap enough for him to push the underwear down her thighs and almost to her knees. The rest of the work she took care of, shimmying them down her calves until they were tangled at her ankles.
She was so wet already, from earlier. Troy could just slip himself inside her. Maybe not to the hilt without a little more lube. It was enough for her to take him, though. Still, he refrained, dipping his fingers between her folds and getting his fingers wet to the knuckle. She was pillow soft, relaxed and warm even around his digits. With her head propped back against him, her sighs in his ears, he used his fingers to slicken his shaft. Then he pressed the glistening head of his cock to her ass, pushing with his hips.
Tyreen grunted, startled by the intrusion there.
“If we’re going to give people a show,” he murmured to her, “then let’s do it properly, shall we?”
She turned around to him then and she smirked. It was a secret look, one she only ever shared with him when they were getting down and dirty. All at once, she rocked back, pushing his cock deeper inside, wincing a little at the stretch. It had been some time since they’d done any spontaneous anal play.
They stayed in that position, at that pace, for a bit of time. Troy huffed, every tight slide, ever firm grip of her ass as she clenched at his tip and slid along his shaft was an intensity that brought him closer to heaven. It was just enough to keep things subdued, just enough to have Tyreen panting as well. He could feel her spreading around him, relaxing as she took more of him. Soon the booth door was graced by a shadow. It spread over them and the floor, glinting eyes watching them in the dark. Troy stole a glance and saw the man was dressed not unlike a businessman, slicked back hair, slicker suit. Perfect, as far as he was concerned. It was always the ones that looked the most decent appearance wise that were the sleaziest.
For showmanship’s sake, Troy decided to switch things up. Tyreen huffed as he lifted her and pushed her up against the opposite wall. Her hands splayed to either side of the video screen, her face nearly pressed to the screen itself. She was inches from the vivid imagery, her own moans lacing through the ones coming tinny from the built-in speakers.
The man outside the booth was joined by another figure. Only the first one stepped inside, though. It was a little crammed with Troy taking up most of the space. Still, the three managed. Reaching out, the businessman found his hand trapped in Troy’s flesh fingers. He’d all but been ready to land a caress on Tyreen’s thigh.
“Aa ah, look at her but don’t touch,” Troy warned. “You can go on and touch me all you want, though.”
The businessman seemed to consider it. Then he reached out. Troy, who’d gotten a hold of his sister’s hips, shivered at the steady pressure that traced down the siren marks on his arm.
“I heard men couldn’t be designated as sirens,” the businessman said, voice soft in comparison to the moans from both the porn holo and Tyreen.
Troy almost laughed. He snorted instead. “Who says designated? And anyway, look at me. I’m living proof that nature finds a way.”
The man hummed. The tie around his neck was loosened. Then his hand went lower, seeking out where Troy and Tyreen were conjoined by Troy’s dick. His fingers grazed the shaft of it as Troy slowed his pace.
“Hot,” Troy said. “You watch our streams at all?”
“Of course he watches our streams,” Tyreen interjected. She was breathless, panting. Her legs shifted, her hands careful not to shift with them as she avoided the stickier parts of the wall. “He probably watches and wanks to them.”
“Of course,” the businessman repeated. “Who doesn’t watch them?”
“Not a whole lot of people, according to the follower count. Oh, except the clerk downstairs. He sucks, by the way. But the ones who wank to them? I don’t know. Probably a lot less. You perv.”
The man gulped down whatever he’d wanted to say and didn’t reply to Tyreen’s comment.
“So, this whole scenario before you, this whole brother-sister thing.” Troy sounded like he was about to make a proposition. It was dignified, despite his ragged breaths in-between. “It’s not provoking any, uhm, feelings of backlash? No wanting to stop supporting the programming, any of that?”
It was a while before the man answered. His hand had trickled its way to Troy’s balls, caressing them with bolder movements than previously. “Have you seen the shit that comes from Pandora? Death races and bullymong’s trying to bone dead victims, for chrissakes. This is vanilla compared to that depravity, as far as I’m concerned.”
“Told you there was nothing to worry about,” Tyreen said. It was immediately followed by a whine. Troy understood that noise intrinsically. “I’m too pent up for this conversation. Troy, give me a reach around.”
“Cool,” Troy said. His arm snaked around Tyreen’s belly, dipping towards her mound, fingers reaching with the precision that came with expierience. Two fingers pressed to her clit, he gave it careful, almost gentle strokes. Then his fingers dripped down, skimming her labia. She was drooling there, slick, making the digits glide with ease. Tyreen arched her back, pressing herself closer to Troy. They were flush to each other, Troy making quick sharp strokes with his cock. The businessman pulled away, his concern with being trapped against Tyreen palpable. The twins laughed in unison.
“High risk, high reward,” Tyreen teased, the last syllable spiraling upward as Troy slammed his hips against her ass. “Damn it, Troy, where’s that roughness been before now? Come on, get me off already.”
Troy did as commanded, fingers increasing the pace as he rubbed circles against Tyreen’s clit. His hips became frantic, his body hunched over his sister as he pistoned against her, the slap of their skin drowning all other noises out. For a better view, the businessman stepped back, bumping into the collective that had amassed at the open booth door.
“Fuck.” Tyreen all but screamed. Her juices sluiced down where Troy’s fingers manipulated the soft flesh of her cunt, his hand completely drenched by her squirting on him. Tyreen’s body was as tight as a bowstring between him and the screen. He winced somewhat when her orgasm sent her hands skidding against the wall. Who knew how much spunk had painted it over time, and if anybody ever cleaned it.
There were whistles from the crowd, some clapping. The consensus seemed to be the audience had enjoyed the show.
With a toss of her head, Tyreen finally unwound, her breathing labored. There was a faint ew as she withdrew her hands from the wall and made to straighten up. No longer squeezed by the confines of her body, this was Troy’s cue to pull out. He did this slowly, Tyreen’s ass gaping when he finally popped the head free. His shaft was pulsing, the head of his cock seeping fat beads of pre-come, longing for release. With a grunt, he beckoned the businessman back over. The man didn’t need to be told what to do. A sweaty palm wrapped around Troy’s straining shaft. The man stroked with careful, corkscrewing motions, eliciting sultry sounds. Finally, Troy could no longer hold back. His cock shivered with his orgasm, the propulsion of jizz sailing to add to the crusted collective that probably coated the wall like an invisible paintjob.
“Hell’s yeah,” Troy said weakly, then collapsed back down on the seat.
There were some claps for him, at least one cheer. Not as much as Tyreen had received, but it was something.
“My ass is already sore,” Tyreen commented, joining her brother by sitting back on his lap. “Maybe it would help if you stuck your cock back in.”
From the crowd came an excited murmurer. The businessman was still standing where Troy had left him, looking at the pair with an unreadable expression.
“Already?” Troy squeaked, but he was fumbling with his lap anyway.
“I’m mostly kidding. Mostly.”
“Hey, you,” Troy said, drawing the attention of the businessman again. “C’mere. I need your dick for, like, a second.”
The man was already unzipping his slacks as he crossed the short distance and stood before the twins. There was some fishing around in his boxers, the heart-printed garment poking out of the gap of his zipper. Troy bit his lip against the laugh that wanted to erupt. Especially when the man pulled out his cock. It wasn’t small, not by average sizes. By Troy sizes, yeah: it wasn’t a whole lot. Something about the way it bent so far to the left it almost looked like a boomerang just amused Troy, though.
“It’ll do,” Tyreen said, admiring the view.
“Alright,” her brother replied. “Tie guy or whoever you are. The God-Queen needs you to stick your dick up her ass.”
The man’s mouth hinged open. It took a little longer for the words to flow. “What do you mean? Won’t that kill me?”
“Nah, not unless I lose control. And I only lose control when the sex is really good. You’d have to be a sex god for that, and something tells me you might fall short there. So, if you pull out in time….” Tyreen shrugged. “Besides, we weren’t giving you an option.”
The man gave a slow, curt nod, resigning himself. The hush of the crowd watching was almost eerie coupled with the image. They were poised, waiting to see how the scenario unfolded.
Tyreen stood and turned around. She placed a hand on each of Troy’s shoulders, fingers careful of the spikes sticking up from the bracer on her brother’s right side. The dress she wore was already rucked up, her bare ass on full display for the businessman. He came closer, tentatively grasping at her hips, relaxing when nothing immediately happened to him.
“Shouldn’t even need any lube,” Tyreen murmured, staring down at Troy with half-lidded eyes. “I’ve got plenty enough already.”
True to Tyreen’s words, the businessman found it easy enough to slip into Tyreen. She sighed with relief. Her head bent low, lips close enough to Troy’s that it was easy enough for him to kiss her. The meeting of their mouths was gentle yet insistent. Tyreen’s tongue probed at his lips. Troy gave her passage, murmuring in muffled pleasure.
Breaking away with a gossamer strand of spit still connecting them, Tyreen said, “Don’t move an inch,” once the businessman had hilted.
“Maybe he should,” Troy suggested, laughing on a breath. “It will make for a great finale.”
“You know, you have a point. Change of plans, Mister Corpo. Fuck me.”
“Yes, alright,” the man said. His voice sounded strained, sweat drops peppering his forehead in the light of the porno, which was still playing. “Hard or slow?”
“Whatever the fuck. Just get busy doing it already.”
The man nodded, mostly to himself, as Tyreen didn’t even glance over her shoulder. Not even when the man started pumping his hips, his cock sliding into her ass and back again with ease. Tyreen’s gaze was directed at Troy, who she smirked at, curling her tongue against her lips in thought.
“You like watching me get fucked by someone not you?” Tyreen’s voice was low, meant only for Troy’s ears. The huffs from the businessman and the porno almost drowned it out. “Do you like thinking of a cock that’s not yours getting all up inside me and making me lose it?”
With a smirk, Troy said, “I can appreciate the view.”
“Yeah, I know that already, numbnuts. But do you like thinking about that kind of sleazy goodness, Troy?” Tyreen groaned, pushing back against the cock inside her. Her eyes shut for just a moment, her fingers leaving Troy’s shoulder to grasp his cock against her palm. Idly, she stroked him from root to tip, massaging the head and running her thumb against his slit. Then she pressed down, the tumbpad slipping just barely inside. Troy hissed, his spine ramrod straight. “Do you ever get off to thinking of me with other slutty ass people? Them spilling their spooge in me? All over me. Their hands and lips and everything else on me?”
“Oh, fuck,” Troy gasped out. In his seat, he squirmed, pushing his hips up slightly to meet his sister’s strokes. “Godammit, I do, alright? How can I not think that’s hot? Especially the moment you wreck their shit. It’s the little things in the ‘verse.”
The laugh from Tyreen was more triumphant snort. With another bump backward, she took the businessman’s cock up to hilt, spine shuddering as energy rippled off of her. The businessman gave a choked off cry. The rocking of his hips stopped dead, and he stared down at where he was attached to Tyreen, seeing a hardened crust creeping up his cock. Immediately he pulled out, but he was too late to stop the effects. Besides, Tyreen reached back and grabbed him by one of his wrists, holding on with such force there was an audible snap of bones as they ground together in her palm.
The businessman did full-on scream this time. The hardening crust spiraled up his form, climbing him like a tower. Hunks of eridium burst forth from his arms and head in sporadic patterns. They glimmered as they splintered off into smaller formations, his body poised in abject horror as Tyreen siphoned the last trickles of his life.
From the opening in the booth, the clapping was uproarious, the small crowd there made rabid by the sight of the husk.
“Thanks, superfans,” Tyreen called to them, flipping them a wave.
And Troy got off like that. His voice squeaked high as if startled by his own orgasm, the eruption from his cockhead just as potent as the last. The jism sailed over his head, splattering both the wall behind him and the ceiling. Tyreen straighted and looked up.
“You know, I’m surprised you haven’t broken the record for most times hitting the ceiling with your spooge by now,” she remarked.
Nodding, Troy just panted, shivering in the aftermath of release. Finally pulling her dress down to her thighs, Tyreen plopped down on the bench next to him. She stroked his chest and abs under his mesh shirt as if trying to soothe him. Troy just sunk further down against the seat. He had to part his knees around the husk now frozen fast in the middle of the booth, one leg kicking up so he could prop his boot against its groin. With a push, the husk wobbled stiffly, then teetered over, crumbling to dust and eridium shards as it hit the soiled floor.
Then Troy said, “I gotta take a wicked piss.”
In the darkened booth, someone scrambled from their place in the crowd at the door and knelt on the floor before the twins. Both of them pulled a face as they could all but feel the person’s clothed knees sticking to the tacky laminate.
Troy didn’t even rise from the bench, just spread his legs and took hold of his softened cock. It wasn’t too far to the person’s face, which he aimed for. A moment or two passed. Then he released a stream of piss, his slit parting wide with the force of it. It splashed against the person’s nose and cheeks, their eyes closed in ecstasy as droplets ran down past their mouth then chin, dripping on to their clothing. A musky scent rose up on the air, mingling with whatever old dried up smells peppered the floor and walls. A puddle began to form underneath the person, soaking the knees of their pants through until it looked like they had pissed themself.
Troy couldn’t help it: he snickered. “I hereby anoint you with my Godly stream! You are now officially a holy receptical for the God-King.”
“Ew, that’s disgusting,” Tyreen said with a wrinkle of her nose. She was laughing though, leaned over far enough for a closer look without getting in the splash zone. “You’re such a slut for God piss, aren’t you? I would piss on you myself if I had to go.”
“Yes, I am, my God-Queen,” the person replied. Then they smiled, streams of piss running into their open mouth. “I would gladly except your Godly golden shower.”
Shrugging, Tyreen came to stand over the guy, thrusting her hips out. She had to strain a little, but eventually a small trickle of piss escaped her, spilling down the person’s arm and splashing down their side. The booth now reeked of more than just sex. Making sure there was nothing left in her, Tyreen once again took a seat.
Sighing, Troy’s stream eventually trickled to nothing. He shook off the last drops, making sure to spatter the now anointed person with them. He asked, “Now what?”
Tyreen tapped a nail against her lips. She considered the holo screen, then the crowd amassed at the door. “Well, I could have myself a buffet, or we could try making a mess of another booth.”
“I’m not sure I’m up for round three. Not yet anyway.”
“But eventually, right? It isn’t going to be much of a stream with just this one performance. We need to show the galaxy what we’re all about.”
“Didn’t realize that was more than ultra-violence and sleaze, not whatever it is we have going on between us.”
“Careful running your mouth off. This is streaming live, you know.”
“I know. Gotta get that dramatic element, though. Otherwise they won’t stay tuned in.”
“Troy, I don’t know if that’s brilliant or asinine.”
“Can’t it be both?”
The next booth they chose was showing another BDSM movie, and their mass of voyeurs followed them there like strays looking for new homes to crawl to. There were no used condoms on the floor of this one, which the twins took as a decent sign. Troy and Tyreen settled in and watched about half of the movie in earnest until Tyreen was feeling peckish. She pulled someone from the crowd, leeching them like she was gobbling handfuls of popcorn. Troy leaned her against the husk and fucked her like that until they both came, Troy filling her up to brimming this time and not pulling out until her cunt was leaking opalescent streams of his cum.
Tyreen ate another of the voyeurs when she’d managed to get her breathing under control.
“I’m so glad we decided to do this as a challenge,” Troy told her after they’d gone for a fourth round. They were amassing husks and the crowd watching was thinning, Tyreen munching on one or two people each time she had orgasmed or was rearing to go again. “I love you, Ty. Every last thing about you.”
“Now you say that, after you were so against this in the beginning.” Tyreen sighed. She slid down into the booth seat, swiping hair off her sweaty brow. The dress she wore was a mess, stained with cum and slick and husk dust. Also, a bit of urine. She didn’t actually know if that was her or Troy’s or both of theirs. “It’s always all about the views and followers with you. Blah blah blah, Ty, we have to think of the viewership.”
“Isn’t it with you also? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t lose your chill if your follower count dropped below the margins.”
“Alright, fine. Sure. But it’s more than that, bro. More than followers and the likes and views. I want the galaxy at our feet, eating out of our hands.”
“Careful.” Troy laughed at the memory of their earlier conversation. “Streams rolling.”
“So what? Whose out there to stop us? Besides those worthless Vault Hunters. Wonder if they’re watching. Hell, I hope they are. Get a good damn look at just what they’re up against. No force in the ‘verse can stop us.”
Troy’s laugh was a little shakier this time. “Yeah. You’re right, Ty. Nothing can and will stop us. Bring it on, bitches! We’re fucking Gods!”
That’s when the ECHO device in Troy’s pants pocket went off. He fumbled it out, his shit-eating grin turning down a few notches when he saw who it was.
“Shit,” he muttered, showing Tyreen the message on his screen. “I think we might’ve pissed off Junior with that last bit.”