Part I Chatper II

                                                               CHAPTER II:
                                                                  Twins


	The dim, flickering lights barely lit what constituted a room in the shoddy motel the zeltron twins had booked. Nevertheless, it was enough light to play sabacc by, and enough to see everyone’s faces. That was all they needed.
	“Stars over threes,” Kana said, “I win.” The other pilots groaned as she raked in the pile of chips.
	“Well, that’s it. I’m out of money,” exclaimed the fair-haired human, “You two wrung us dry yet again.”
	“Yep,” added the tall nautolan, “I’m out, too.”
	“Same here,” the togruta said, her long head-tails waggling as she shook her head.
	“Oh, c’mon, Zed, Do, Ash, don’t quit now! Things are just getting fun! Say, how about we bet something other than credits?” Kana pleaded.
	“Like what,” the twi’lek seated beside Zed asked, “blood?”
	“Clothes. Strip Sabacc! C’mon! I’ll even put myself at a disadvantage, look!”
	Kana stripped off her thin undershirt, exposing her ample, red breasts. They hung down slightly under their weight, but retained their round, firm shape. They parted and bounced minutely as she raised her hands and said, “See?”
	The room was quiet for a moment. Kana could feel their stares, and feel someone averting his gaze.
	“What’s the matter, Zed?” She teased, “Never seen any this big? Or you just never seen ‘em in red?” The human’s face flushed as he looked at her to say something, but then looked away and said,
	“Uh, thanks, Kana, but w-I, uh, we should go. Leisa and I promised to help out with calibration testing tomorrow morning.” He stood, joined by the green-skinned woman at his side, she herself hiding her face, as well as the chadra-fan across the table, hopping down from her elevated stool and turning for the door.
	“Oh, come on now, Zed, Lei, it’s just a joke! Stay and have fun!” Kenta implored, “Not you, too, Yebi! Oh, fine. You sticks in the mud!”
	“Over-achievers!” Kana added, watching the three depart, and the door slide shut behind them. “Well,” she said, leaning forward and letting her tits swing pleasingly over the table, “With those wet blankets gone, who’s ready to have some real fun?”


                                                                  * * *

	Hand after hand, the game continued through the evening and into the night. Gradually, the pilots lost more and more of their clothing. The togruta, Ashana, Thorn 4, with her long, elegant head-tails hanging across the soft curves of her thick frame. The quiet human woman, Alli Kray, Thorn 11, toned arms crossed over her tight, muscular chest, covering the gentle curve of her petite breasts. The nautolan, Dowan Frell, Thorn 10, arms behind his head, sculpted chest exposed, revealing the tattoos covering his rigid serratus and latissimus muscles to match the ones spiraling their way down his many head-tendrils. In the heat of the enclosed room, all of their nearly nude bodies had begun to bead with sweat.
	Kenta could feel their frustration rising, along with it he could feel their desire. He knew they each wanted to win, but that, more importantly, they wanted everyone else to lose. To be exposed. To be revealed. He could sympathize. It would be so easy to put them at ease, to wash away their tension, their nerves, their ire. But where would be the fun in that? He knew his sister, and what she had planned. And he knew it was just the kind of fun they needed.
	“Say there, Do, you really do have a swimmer’s body, eh?”
	“Ha-ha,” replied the nautolan flatly, “You’re a real comedian, Ken. Just deal the cards.”
	Kenta glanced his his sister’s direction. Without even a wink, they both knew it was time. After Kenta dealt the next hand, and the following round of bets, Kana declared,
	“Alright, I’m all-in.” She pushed her pile of chips into the center of the table confidently.
	“Me too,” challenged Alli, muscles visibly flexing in her arms as she pushed her own stacks to the center of the table.
	“Nope, I’m out this hand,” Dowan declared.
	“Same,” agreed Ash.
	“I’ll call,” said Kenta, “Can’t let my little sister win every time.” They each revealed their cards and, as planned, Kenta won. “Well, dear sister, you’d better toss those little panties of yours on the table, because it looks like you’re done.” Kana did just that, turning around before sliding her lacy undergarments down from her waist, over the curve of her hips and down her long, slender legs, bending over and exposing her shapely ass to the table.
	“Looks like bust for me too,” said Alli. Standing and quickly slipping off her panties, dropping them to the floor and revealing the neatly trimmed patch of her dark pubic hair.
	“Augh,” Kana cried in mock frustration as she sat down, “I really wanted to play more, too! I was having so much fun. Darn it.” As she talked, she reclined, careful to lean her chair back just far enough that her bare pussy was exposed from between her spread legs. She could feel their eyes drawn to it as she felt a bead of sweat drip down across her labia.
	Kenta didn’t look. He focused on excreting his pheromones. They had always been stronger than his sister’s, as she had always relied too much on her physical appeal. He could feel the others acquiescing. He could feel them becoming more suggestible. Perfect.
	“Awwwww,” Kana droned, “Hey! Wait a minute, I still have something I can bet!” She reached over to her bag, kneeling on her chair and presenting her pussy and ass to the table. She rummaged around for longer than she knew she needed to, and returned with a handful of datachips, which she scattered onto the table. She took one, clearing out its displayed value, and entered the text,

                                                                 O R A L

	“There,” she declared, “Whoever wins it, gets it.” She grinned and added, tossing one to Alli, “You can keep betting, too.” Both twins watched her face as she considered it, knowing what would happen, but nervous as ever that this would be the time it didn’t work.
	“Alright. Here.” She tossed in a cip reading,

                                                              H A N D J O B

and returned to her seat. “Let’s play.”
	“Alright!” Kenta cheered as the others returned to their positions, “Now this is a game!”

                                                                  * * *

	As the game went on, the twins eagerly watched as their compatriots fully disrobed and began wagering with higher and higher stakes. Chips bearing terms like

                                                           S I X T Y - N I N E

                                                             C R E A M P I E

                                                              C H O K I N G

                                                                 A N A L

All piled up at the center of the table, only to be won, lost, and passed around, until, eventually, they all began to pile up before the twins’ seats. The heat of the room paralleled the elevated tension. All five of the players breathed heavily, their naked chests heaving, bodies damp with sweat. The game continued to escalate in this way until the twins finally made their final move.
	As Kana dealt out the cards, she made a point of looking around at the others, ensuring their suspicion, and doing her best to look as if she was trying to read their faces. While they all judged their hands, she began to slip her brother one of the cards from her hand. She slowly slid her hand across the edge of the table until-
	“A-HA!” Ashana shouted, standing so quickly that her heavy tits bounced and shook. “I KNEW it! You two have been cheating this whole time!”
	The others too, rose from their seats, casting accusatory glares at the twins, who slowly retreated from the table.
	“Okay, okay,” Kenta started, hands held up in a mock defensive gesture, “You got us, we cheated.”
	“But!” Kana countered, “But! We’ll pay back everything we won, right now, promise!”
	“Everything?” Dowan asked, the fleshy ridges along the shaft of his cock flaring out as he became erect, pushing the table aside and advancing on the twins, as they backed slowly toward their beds. The twins tore their gazes away from this sight to share a knowing glance before replying, in unison,
	“Everything.”

                                                                     * * *

	Kana lay on her back in bed, the muscular, green figure towering over her, spreading her legs apart and letting his cock rest on her stomach, flared tip resting just above her navel.
	“You ready for this?”
	“Mmmmm,” she purred. He pulled back and began pushing himself against and between her labia, the flares on either side stretching her pussy wide open as the head slid inside. The girth of the thing was impressive, even without the stiff, fleshy ridges. They pushed against her as they entered, scraping the walls of her pussy before folding in under the pressure, so that as he slid himself further inside her, it was as if she was being penetrated again and again and again.
	“Oh, fuck, Do… You’ve really got something special down there, don’t you? We’ve gotta do this again.”
	“Don’t you think you have something more important to be doing with your mouth than flattery?” Ashana asked, kneeling over Kana’s face, her orange labia already glistening wet.
	“As a matter of fact, I think I do,” Kana replied, “I think I’ll start ri-” She was cut off as the togruta lowered herself onto her face. Kana was overwhelmed by the sensation of having a pussy shoved against her mouth for only a moment before she set to work on it. She pushed her tongue between the soft, wet lips and ran the tip back and forth along the inner wall of her pussy before pushing it up against her clitoris. She felt it grow swollen and stiff as she played with it with her tongue. Finding it sufficiently erect, she pushed her tongue back inside, forcing it as deep as it would go, while pursing her lips and beginning to suck on Ashana’s hard clit. Applying pressure with both her upper lip and tongue, she continued to suck, knowing by the wordless moan this elicited that it was working as intended.

                                                                 * * *

	Kenta lay back, hands at his sides, as Alli mounted him. He felt himself brush against her pussy, and the sensation of the wet trail it left along his shaft was enough to make him shudder slightly.
	“You better not give out on me halfway through, Ken. We’re not finished til I’m finished.” She shifted and, in one forceful motion, took his cock all the way to the balls. He felt himself throb inside her as she leaned down next to him and continued, “And I mean to finish a few times.” He couldn’t help but bite his lower lip as he watched her abdominal muscles flex and shift, showing off her strength as she undulated her core, forcefully moving his cock in and out of her pussy, without him even beginning to move. He started to put his hands on her hips, and he heard her hiss through her concentration, “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on me, boy. This is my time.”
	“Yes, ma’am,” a quickly replied, dropping his hands to the side and simply enjoying the view. As she flexed and thrusted, even contracting her inner muscles around him, he turned his gaze over to his sister, watching as the other two had their way with her, and saw that she was reaching her hand out toward him, even as she was blinded by Ash’s wide hips and thick thighs. He stretched out, just barely being able to lock his fingers with hers, to take his sister’s hand and share with her the pleasure of being made good use of. The pleasure of being taken. The pleasure of giving their squadronmates all the pleasure they desired. It was bliss. And they felt it together.

                                                                   * * *

	Kana pressed her tits together, gently rubbing her own nipples as the stiff ridges of the girthy green cock pushed their way through the soft, supple flesh of her breasts until Dowan stopped trusting, and unleashed a blast of hot, thick cum all over her face, her neck, and the ample shelf of her bosom. He pulled back and shot another sticky glob between her tits, and another, letting it leak out and dribble down her stomach, pooling in her navel, before he was satisfied and pulled himself away.

                                                                    * * *

	Kenta focused as well as he could working his tongue in and out of Alli’s pussy, all the while the sensation of the thick, wide ridges of the cock pushing its way inside of him becoming almost too much to bear. He tried to stop it, but he felt himself cumming, shooting hot spunk up into the air, only to fall back onto his own stomach, as he could sense the two kissing directly above him.

                                                                    * * *

	Kana watched her brother, pressed between the two, using him as a buffer. She watched him, echoing the motions as Dowan thrust into him, pushing him into Alli. Her enjoyment of this sight was only broken up by the aggressive grinding of Ashana’s pussy against hers, and by the occasional jolt of the togruta’s stiff clit brushing against her own.

                                                                    * * *

	And so the night carried on, the twins being fucked in every way they had imagined, being used in every way possible to take the pleasure they had stolen in their rigged game. The fervor continued into the wee hours, and only ended after the three exhausted and thoroughly satisfied pilots had pulled their clothes back on, and left the two to handle themselves. And there they stayed, wet, sticky, covered and dripping with sweat and various fluids. A sore, spongy, ecstatic mess, hands clasped together and absent-mindedly giggling as the three left and the door hissed shut behind them.