Nope.

“Only once you've folded it and put it away,” she answers, as her hips crash into yours, and Brad grunts as your mouth is rammed down on his prick. You feel her foot on the back of your head, shoving you down harder each time she thrusts, making you **** even more on it.

“Fuck. You're a cruel negotiator, Allie,” Brad grunts, pulling out as his cum blasts you in the face, and he wipes off against your jawline.

“You want this sweet ass or not?” she asks, and he grumbles and turns away as the laundry machine buzzes loudly.

“Fuck. Yea, yea. I'm going. And then I'm gonna breed that faggot ass,” he looks at you over his shoulder and spits on your face, then walks away, even as Allie's continuing to hammer your ass.

Her fingers tangle in your hair and yank, “What do you say to me now, fag?”

“Thank you for making me suck Brad's cock, Allie!” you groan instinctively, as she continues to pound you. When Brad returns several minutes later, she doesn't stop, she just makes him wait his turn, hammering you for an added hour before she pulls out, painting your ass and back with her massive load.

“Jesus Christ on a spiked cross,” you hear Brad mutter under his breath as Allie wipes off on your ass and then moves. You're amused and satisfied that he's shocked and impressed by the size of Allie's load, but you're also smart enough to keep your faggot mouth shut.

“All yours, bro,” Allie laughs as she sits on the couch in front of you and leans back. Your eyes water with shame as Brad's cock slides into your ass and he grabs your hips, but you don't resist. You can only moan as you've been moaning for a while, as his prick grinds across your prostate and tortures you with your own pleasure.

“Don't you dare cum, faggot. You're not allowed that privilege,” Allie laughs at you as she puts her feet up on your shoulders and relaxes, using you as a footrest as she turns on the television and lets Brad continue to use you.

His hips slap against yours, and you feel the velvet crown driving deep inside you each time his nuts hit yours. He doesn't spank you, you're pretty sure it's because you're practically drenched in Allie's jism, but he's not quiet, “Always knew this was all you were fucking good for, faggot. Take that cock and purr like a little bitch. Look at Allie, fag. Your beloved twin sister can't even be bothered to look at you.”

You hang your head and groan as he continues to slam into you for the better part of an hour as Allie watches television. Then her legs spread a bit further, apart as she takes her feet off your shoulders and puts them on the floor. You pull yourself forward as Brad steps forward, pushing you toward her. She glances at you, then at her prick, then back to the television.

You immediately start licking her cock again, worshipping her as Brad pulls out and dumps his own load on top of Allie's. If he's threatened by Allie's dick and the size of her load, your asshole big brother's not sayin' shit about it. Even the silence is telling, though, because the asshole is just not usually the strong, silent sort.

“Thanks for letting me rent the fag, Allie,” Brad grumbles the words a little, “I'm going to shower and go hang with some of my friends now.”