Double Edge

DOUBLE EDGE BROTHERS OF CORRUPTION NIKOLAI ANDREW Copyright © 2023 by Nikolai Andrew All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. VIP NIKOLAI ANDREW VIP GROUP www.nikolaiandrew.com CONTENTS Spankings & Cookies Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Epilogue Next… Nikolai’s Other Work Like what Nikolai brings to the feast? SPANKINGS & COOKIES For Spankings and cookies…come along… FOLLOW ME ON FACEBOOK LET’S BE FRIENDS Nikolai Andrew on Amazon www.nikolaiandrew.com Now, let’s get on with the show… CHAPTER ONE Darius Summer, 2009 “I can see why you took chem instead of art, bro.” Quinn squints as he looks over my shoulder at the doodles in the margins of my notebook. He picks up his banana milkshake and washes down a mouthful of fries before talking again. “I mean, not exactly a Picasso, is it?” “Fuck off.” “No, seriously. Now draw her eyes popping out of their sockets as you fuck her from behind.” “I mean it, fuck off.” “I bet she’d beg for it, too. She seems all innocent but she’d be wild. Down on her knees, mascara drawing black rivers down her cheeks, mouth wide as she waits for you to fill any hole you choose.” “Quinn, do you have a death wish?” I turn to stare at him, my pencil scraping a deep line across the page. The fact his thoughts sound so much like the ones in my own head isn’t lost on me. But I don’t want him thinking those things. Not about her. We share everything, but fuck that shit. She’s mine. “You should see your face,” he chuckles, wiping away tears as he bites into his burger, talking around it. “What’s the matter, afraid she’ll like me more?” “Go fuck yourself.” “No thanks.” He glances at the door as it opens and she walks in. “I’d rather fuck Miss Sarvason.” That’s fucking it. The fingers of my left hand twist into the collar of his shirt as I ball my right into a fist. He snorts, grinning and struggling to swallow his mouthful of burger, but I’m ready to ram my knuckles right down his throat. I hear the commotion start around us as others look forward to seeing us fight, and it should be quite a show. He’s a skinny little shit, and the few times we’ve fought each other, I’ve come out on top. I’m sure he won’t miss a few teeth. As I’m flexing my shoulders, gearing up to do it, her voice cuts through the rage. “Settle down everyone. We have a few things to go through today before you work on your projects.” Fuck, that voice. Erin Sarvason is 21, same as us, but you wouldn’t think it by the way she talks, or the amount of responsibility she has around here. She’s basically our teacher. We’ve seen the professor, Basil Onasis, a couple of times, but that’s it. Otherwise it’s all Erin, and damn, I wouldn’t have it any other way. That hint of authority in her voice is enough that I want to break it out of her, make her submit. Beg me to give her my cock. “If I can have your attention, please. Darius, let go of your brother.” “Yeah, Darius.” Quinn rolls his eyes like he hasn’t just been given a stay of execution. But fuck it and fuck him. I drop him back in his seat and turn all my attention on my bright-eyed girl. Jesus, the way she dresses should be illegal. Not that it’s revealing. The total opposite, in fact. But that’s what gets to me. Since I was a kid I’ve been around women with their tits out, skimpy little thongs, barely-there dresses. Dad used to get one of his porn actresses, Cherry, to pick me and Quinn up from middle school because she had a little girl of her own and stayed away from drugs. Skin means nothing to me. But the thought of getting at her skin, Erin’s skin, that’s different. It’s hers, which means it belongs to me. I should be painting it with cum every fucking night, but I’ve never seen it. And that’s the goddamn definition of frustrating. What I wouldn’t do to tear that modest, golden brown dress off her body and make her stand naked in front of me. Just stare at her, feeling my cock grow. Watching her watching me. Drinking her in before tracing the point of a knife over every curve, telling her to keep still so I don’t accidentally cut her. Accidentally. Or on purpose. I’m not sure. My cock is straining at the thought of those red droplets trickling down her thighs. I lick my lips as she pads over to the desk, setting her purse on the chair. Then, as she arches over to pluck a whiteboard pen from the jar, I finally get what I’ve been waiting for. A groan falls from my lips. That ass. Fuck. Round and firm and invitingly cleft in two. I want to bite into it like a Georgia peach. “Is that me, Darius?” a voice asks from behind me. I grimace, the corner of my eye twitching as I turn to find Clio leaning over her desk, pouting at me. She’s annoying at the best of times, but I can usually tolerate her. But she must have a death wish to distract me right now. Didn’t she see what just happened to Quinn? I stare back, then realize she’s glancing at the drawing in my