The Lautner's Dirty Big Secret.
"Kristen, why do you insist on seeing me as a little boy? I'm not a child anymore," Taylor pouted as he looked around her trailer, trying hard to hide the hurt that was written all over his face?
"Tay, I know you're like eighteen, but I still see that boy I met on set. I mean, I love that guy. You're kind and sweet. You don't drink or party. You've had that high school girlfriend for forever. I bet she is still the only girl you have been with. But that is what I love about you. It's your in-"
"Don't say innocence. I'm not flippin innocent! I'm a man. Why can't people start treating me that way instead of like a child? Dad won't let me date anyone he doesn't thinks fits the profile of a good match. My agents don't think it's a good idea for me to be seen out with anyone. I'm sick of sitting at home on a Saturday night watching pay-for-view movies with my mom!" Taylor stormed out of the trailer.
Kristen watched him leave. Knowing, in a few hours, he would be back to the sweet Taylor that followed her around like a puppy dog. She loved that about him. He was dependable. Not like another old co-star she could name.
Kristen was actually surprised when filming wrapped and she had not seen Taylor the rest of the day. He had come to Montreal just to hang with her and now he had went M.I.A.
She sat around the hotel and waited for a text, a call, something. But she didn't hear a word from him. She decided to sneak out to a local club and have a drink. Tay knew how to get a hold of her if he needed to.
She liked this club. It was loud, tons of people and not the type of place people would look for her. She could just blend in. Her attention was diverted to a group of girls hanging around some guy. That was when she saw the face and almost spit out her drink. It was Taylor. But this Taylor was confident and flirty. He had a girl in front of him and a girl behind him dancing. She thought her beer must have been drugged because her Tay would never do this. This guy was sucking on the back of the blond in front's neck while the brunette behind him had her hands running up and down his body.
Oh my god. He must have actually had a beer or something and went completely crazy. If the paparazzi saw this… his dad and his management would have his ass in a sling. She always worried this would happen. That Taylor would someday rebel and get himself into all sorts of trouble. She had pictured him strung out like Lindsey Lohan, or going the extreme other way, coming out of the closet. But her gut told her, he was straight. After all, she had a lot of experience with bi-sexual boys.
She decided to save Taylor from himself. She made her way through the crowd and pushed herself in between him and the girl in front of him.
She yelled in his ear, "I'm getting you out of here, for your own good, Tay." She pulled him by the arm and out of the club.
She looked up and the guy gave her a cocky grin, "Hey I like aggressive women, but the name is Tyler."
She just laughed, so he was going with this whole alter ego thing or maybe the boy had cracked. Either way, she needed to get him back to the hotel and away from prying eyes.
They made it up to her suite and she threw her bag down on the couch. He was looking around the place like he had never seen it. "Impressive digs. By the way, what should I call ya, sweet thang."
"Tay, stop with acting like you don't know me. It's getting old. I understand you're trying to act like someone else. There are so many times, I want to be someone else. But you are who you are. And that is a great guy. Someday a lucky girl is going to sweep you off your feet and you will make her the happiest girl in the world. I'm going to kick myself in the ass when that happens." Kristen pulled him into a hug and felt his body mold into hers. She suddenly became aware of something very large and hard against her stomach. Her body stiffened and then she felt his tongue just below her ear, in that sweet spot.
She pulled away and he just looked at her, but his face was different. This was not the sweet Taylor that she knew and loved. She saw that now. "Oh my god, I have made a terrible mistake. You really aren't Taylor are you?"
"I think you have me confused with my brother. That's okay, it happens all the time. I guess that is the perk of being the unknown Lautner, the black sheep of the family. They left me back in Michigan with my grandparents. I guess, after I burnt the house down, they just gave up on me. After all, I'm not Mr. Perfect like Taylor. But the question is what you want to do about it now?" There was a darkness in his eyes. He was so different and so appealing.
This wasn't Taylor her friend, the sweet boy she could always count on. This was a stranger. A hot, sexy stranger that obviously had a huge cock and she had a feeling he knew what to do with it. She could play out all those little fantasies she had had about Taylor and no one would know. She grabbed this Ty by the hair and pulled him into a kiss. She thrusted her tongue inside his mouth, trying to show dominance, but this kid would have none of it. He pushed her away and she landed on the couch. His eyes were dark with a hunger that mirrored her own.
She pulled her shirt over her head and it landed somewhere in the room. His response to her abrupt actions was merely a cocky grin as he removed his shirt as well. He and Taylor obviously shared the same passion for working out. She could finally enjoy those abs, guilt free. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground in a heap. He had no underwear on and she was instantly wet at the sight of his enormous member standing at attention. She had never seen one that large, well other than a porno. She had thought that Rob's cock was worthy of being worshipped, but she was wrong. If they were twins… what had Taylor been holding out on her? She quickly ripped off her own jeans and then Ty picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and headed into the bedroom.
He threw her down on the huge king sized bed. He looked around the room, taking it in.
"Why the fuck are you looking around the room, when you should be looking at me!" she protested like a small spoiled child.
"Shut up and suck me!" He grabbed her head and pulled her towards his cock.
She grabbed his stiff cock with both hands and ran them up and down, spreading the glistening pre-cum from the tip over the whole head and top portion of the shaft. She started at the base of his cock and traced the vein, all the way up. She took the head of his dick in her mouth, swirling around the mushroom tip, running her tongue along the opening. He groaned and she liked it. He started slightly thrusting his hips towards her and grabbing her head, trying to push her down.
That was a wrong move. She would show him who was in charge. She controlled this, whether he knew it or not. She took him deep in her throat and reached around gripping his ass. She found a good rhythm and with him distracted, she slid her finger into his tight hole. She felt him tighten even more around her finger, his hips suddenly stopped thrusting. "What the?" he questioned.
Then she found what she was looking for, the little walnut shaped love button. Thank you Rob ran through her brain. She inserted a second finger and massaged the gland while she continued her assault on his cock, with renewed vigor. Her mouth, tongue and hand worked in unison with her other hand, sending Tyler into a frenzy. He tried to fight what his body was doing but soon found himself shooting a creamy load down the back of her throat.
She pulled away, wiping the corner of her mouth with a smug look on her face. "I'll be right back," she said, walking into the bathroom. She returned a moment later and saw him sprawled out on the bed, his eyes closed. "Hey, sleepyhead. You'd better have more in you than that. You're eighteen for fucks sake. I thought you were a bad boy, but I guess I was wrong," she teased.
"Come here and get your bad boy," Tyler retorted.
Kristen, completely naked walked over to the bed. Enjoying the view of the naked boy with his erection back at full attention. "I'm going to ride you until you scream my name," she growled at him.
She reached the bed and crawled up over his body, like a panther stalking its prey. She placed her knees along side of his hips and hovered over his twitching cock. Just as she was about to slide down over his shaft she heard the door slam shut.
"What the fuck Kris!" his voice called out.
She squeezed her eyes shut. She knew the owner of that voice.
"I came to apologize and you're here fucking a random guy?" His words dripped with pain.
"Shit Tay," she muttered as she dismounted Tyler.
Tyler sat up and waved at his brother. "Hey Bro! Funny thing is, when she brought me here, she thought I was you."
Taylor's face now showed the confusion he felt. "So you thought you were fucking me?" he asked.
"No. I mean I figured it out," Kristen tried to explain.
"So you can't see me in a romantic way but you can fuck my twin, who until a few hours ago, you didn't even know existed. Thanks a lot Kris." Taylor turned to leave but stopped at the door. He turned back around and a rage she had never saw emanated from him.
He rushed over the bed ripping off his shirt as he walked. He grabbed her and pulled her up to him, crushing his lips to hers. This was not Bells and Jake, this was Tay and Kris and she responded the way a real woman does. She opened up and welcomed him. He had definitely grown into his cojones.
She couldn't believe this was happening. She was kneeling naked on her bed, kissing her best friend while his twin brother was now running his tongue along her back and working his way up. Her body shivered from the pure pleasure she was feeling. Her hand went to his pants, pulling them down and releasing his equally impressive cock. What is with these Launter boys? Neither wore underwear?
They adjusted on the bed and soon Taylor was laying flat with Kristen hovering over him. "Top drawer," Kris instructed Tyler. He found what she was talking about and had to give an evil grin. He took the lube and generously applied it to his large member.
He got up on the bed behind Kristen. She lowered herself onto Taylor and then leaned forward, giving Tyler the perfect view of her tight pucker. She didn't move yet, which was killing Taylor, but waited for Tyler to ready her. He put more lube on his finger and opened her up. She bucked back slightly onto his finger and he knew she was ready. He replaced his finger with his cock, sliding into her impossible tight heat.
Tyler set the rhythm, as they all moved in synch. She found herself kissing Taylor in the way she had only in secret dreams. He fisted her hair, making love to her with his mouth, while she road his cock. Tyler, who had no emotional attachment, simply pounded his cock into her accepting body. This was about pleasure for him. He was the first to cum, shooting his load deep inside her ass. He pulled over and let her and Taylor finish. Taylor flipped Kristen onto her make, never breaking the contact of her body and pulled her legs over his shoulders. He drove down into her with all the frustration and feelings he had. His release was threatening but he wanted her to go with him. He snaked his hand in between their bodies and found her bud. She was close enough and that just a little pressure sent her convulsing over his body. Feeling her cum, he dumped his load deep inside her.
He refused to remove himself from her body at first, then slowly pulled out and lay on his back. She laid down next to him and Tyler crawled in behind her. They would have to talk about all this tomorrow, but for now she was content in her Launter sandwich. Rob and Tom who?