I sprawled in the middle of the battered leather couch, sinking into the cushions, the hem of my silky pale pink nightie riding scandalously high up my thighs. I gave it a lazy tug, though honestly, modesty had left the building hours ago. The nightie clung to me in all the right places, showing just enough of my cleavage to make it clear I hadn’t exactly dressed for battle. More like… mischief. My bare legs were tucked underneath me, the skin still warm from the whisky we’d been passing around like sweets.
The air in the living room smelt thick of buttered popcorn, cheap whisky, and that familiar musk of whatever knockoff aftershave my brothers seemed to drench themselves in. It was stupid and chaotic and completely perfect.
“Oi, shift it, Jen,” Dylan moaned, stumbling onto the couch beside me, knocking my knee with his. His sandy blond hair looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. His T-shirt was inside out. I didn’t even want to ask.
“Yeah, princess, move over,” Noah added, dropping onto my other side, his body heat immediately pressing up against me. His grin was lazy and wicked, the one that always got him out of trouble he deserved.
I smiled sweetly, stretching my arms up over my head like a cat, making a ridiculous show of it. “Tough. Prime real estate belongs to the best-looking.”
“Right. Must be squatter’s rights,” Dylan muttered, brushing Dorito’s crumbs off his shorts.
The table in front of us was littered with half-eaten pizza, chocolate wrappers, and crisps, and the almost-empty whisky bottle slumped in the middle like it was judging us. My glass sat balanced on my knee, dangerously close to spilling, but honestly, at this point, who cared?
“You’re buzzin’ already,” Noah said, nudging my thigh with his. He smelt like whisky and trouble, and I kind of loved it.
“Am not,” I huffed, tipping back another mouthful, which of course made me hiccup so violently I nearly toppled over.
They cracked up, Dylan practically folding in half laughing, while I tried to regain some sliver of dignity by launching a cushion at his stupid face. It missed. Badly.
Before I could plan a second attack, the house phone shrieked. Dylan grabbed it, a smirk already forming like he knew exactly how this was about to go.
“‘Ello, disaster central,” he said into the receiver, lounging so far back I thought he might fall off the couch.
Dad’s booming voice carried even from where I was. “You lot still breathing?”
“Barely,” Dylan replied. “Jen’s about five seconds away from dancing on the table in her nightie.”
“OI!” I screeched, going red enough to match the lamp shade.
“Put your sister on,” Mum said, her voice full of that half-joking, half-serious energy she got when she knew we were up to no good.
I snatched the phone, flipping my hair over one shoulder like it might help. “Hi, Mum. No fires. No fights. Dylan’s still the ugly twin.”
Mum laughed on the other end. “As long as no one’s bleeding. And Jenny—no more than three drinks.”
“Define three,” I said sweetly, locking eyes with Noah, who immediately flashed five fingers at me, sniggering.
“Love you. Behave!” Dad yelled, then hung up.
The moment the line went dead, Noah swung an arm behind me on the couch, his fingers just brushing my hair. “Right. No rules.”
“Technically,” Dylan said, tossing another shot back, “we’re adults.”
“Technically,” I agreed, swaying a little, my knees bumping into Noah’s.
The music pulsed quietly from the speaker, a messy mix of pop-punk and forgotten early 2000s hits. The room was a wreck, and I was properly tipsy, warmth pooling in my cheeks, laughter spilling out way too easily.
“You’re mashed,” Dylan said, tossing a handful of crisps into his mouth and missing most of them.
“Only a little,” I said, holding up my fingers a tiny gap apart, giggling.
Noah leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re smashed like a plate in a Greek restaurant.”
“You’re a plate,” I said automatically, and they both lost it, laughing so hard that Dylan nearly slipped off the couch.
It was edging toward midnight when Noah sat up properly, mischief practically sparking off him.
“Truth or dare,” he said, smirking like he’d invented the concept.
Dylan groaned but shifted to sit up straighter. “You’re such a knob.”
“No backing out,” Noah warned, eyes glinting. “Jen, you in?”
I sipped from my glass, feeling brave and stupid and just tipsy enough to think it was a good idea. “I’m in.”
Noah pointed at Dylan first. “Truth or dare?”
Dylan rolled his eyes but said, “Truth.”
“Have you ever snogged someone you shouldn’t have?” Noah asked, already grinning.
Dylan hesitated. His fingers drummed on the couch arm. “Yeah. Ellie’s older sister.”
My jaw dropped. “What?! She’s practically ancient!”
“She’s 33,” Dylan defended, sinking lower into the couch.
“Still counts!” Noah cackled, grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing it at him.
Dylan narrowed his eyes at me. “Your turn, Jenny. Truth or dare?”
I bit my lip, thinking. Truth felt safer. I was too warm, too giddy to manage a dare right now. “Truth.”
Dylan’s grin sharpened. “Alright. What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done… and enjoyed?”
My mouth fell open. My whole face went up in flames. They both leaned in like I was about to drop the secret to life itself.
I twirled a lock of my hair around my finger, half stalling. “Um… skinny dipping. Last summer. Full moon, lake, no clothes.”
Dylan groaned and covered his face. Noah’s eyebrows shot up so fast I thought they might leave his head.
“You little menace,” Noah muttered, laughing low in his throat.
“My turn!” I said quickly, desperate to change the subject before I melted into the couch. “Noah. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Noah said lazily, stretching his arms out wide, brushing my shoulder as he did.
I tapped my lip thoughtfully. “Have you ever thought about someone in this room… in a not-so-innocent way?”
The air between us tightened like a string being pulled taut.
Noah tilted his head, studying me, and for a second I thought he might actually dodge. But then he grinned slowly and easily. “Maybe.”
My heart did a stupid little somersault. Dylan groaned again and threw a cushion at both of us.
We let it fizzle out after that, laughing too hard to keep it serious, half-slouched over each other in a heap of cushions and empty glasses.
Two hours later, the whisky bottle lay forgotten on its side under the table. I was so drunk and I hated it as it always made me horny.
As I sat between the two of them I rested one of my legs on Dylan and my other leg on Noah. Basically, my legs were open.
“Damn Jenny,” Noah said as he stroked my thigh, while Dylan’s hand was on my other thigh.
“What do you think Noah, I know she’s got me hard right now,” Dylan said as his hand just went under the hem of my nightie. His fingers rubbed against my knickers and I moaned.
Noah’s hand joined Dylan’s on my thigh, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of my knickers. I let out a shaky breath, my body already responding to their touch. The room felt too hot, the air thick with the scent of our sweat and desire.
“I think you’re a dirty girl, Jen, Mmm what would mum think of you.” Noah murmured, his fingers trailing up my inner thigh, teasing the edge of my underwear.
I shivered, my breath catching in my throat as Noah’s fingers danced along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His words, low and husky, sent a thrill straight to my core. “She’d probably…mmm… kill me. You two are perverts ain’t you, bet you would fuck mum if you had chance.” I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
His voice was rough, strained. Dylan’s hand stilled beneath my nightie, his breath hitching.
I bit my lip, a mischievous smile playing on my face despite the heat crawling up my neck. “Why not? It’s true, ain’t it? You two are always eyeing her up. Remember in Spain when me and mum showered, so you wouldnt want to know what her body looked like, I can tell you if you want.” I leaned back, arching my back slightly, pushing my chest out. The movement caused my nightie to ride up even further, exposing more of my thighs.
“Jenny,” Noah said, his voice low and warning, but there was a tremor beneath it that betrayed his interest.”You shouldn’t talk like that.”
“Why not?” I challenged, my voice breathy and flirtatious. “It’s true, isn’t it? I’ve seen the way you look at her. The way you both look at me, for that matter.” I shifted slightly, letting my legs fall open wider, inviting their touch.
“Ok what does she look like in the shower,” Dylan just came out with it.
I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to an intimate, conspiratorial whisper. “Between you and me, she has quite the wild natural look down there. And let’s be real, her breasts are rather impressive. Not that I’m complaining about my own – shaving suits me much better, makes everything feel so much silkier. And I may be blushing here, but I have to confess, well, I’m more than a little aroused at the moment.”
“Now I can’t stop thinking about mom’s pussy,” Noah said, his voice thick with lust. “Fuck, I just want to nut inside both of you.”
Dylan chuckled, his hand sliding up my thigh to rub my knickers. “Yeah, that’s so hot. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. You should take your knickers off.”
“Oh really, and why should I do that,” I smirked as I held power over both of my horny brothers.
Noah’s hand slid higher up your thigh, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your knickers. He let out a low groan, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Because it’s what we all want, isn’t it? To feel that tight, wet pussy wrapped around our cocks.” Dylan’s breathing grew heavier, his hand gripping your thigh possessively.
“Fuck yeah,I’ve dreamed about sliding my dick into that sweet little cunt of yours. And now we can make those dreams a reality.”
Slowly and teasingly, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers and began sliding them down inch by sensual inch. Carefully, I lifted my hips, allowing the silky fabric to slip effortlessly over the curves of my ass. I continued to guide the knickers down my smooth legs until they reached my ankles. With a subtle flick of my foot, I kicked them off to the side, leaving my most intimate area bare and exposed between my brothers, inviting their touch and desire.
I sat there on the couch, my bare pussy exposed, my nightie bunched around my waist, as I watched my brothers reactions.
I looked at Noah and purred, “Want me to suck your cock?” Dylan jumped in before Noah could respond, exclaiming
“Hey, what about me?” I sighed heavily and replied, “You can take my pussy while I suck Noah, okay?”
Dylan groaned, his hand delving into my slick folds to tease my clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna eat you out while you suck Noah off,” he growled, his fingers circling my sensitive nub.
I let out a breathy moan, arching into his touch as I tugged Noah’s straining erection from his pants. The sight of it made my mouth water, and I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, giving it a few slow strokes.Noah’s breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly into my hand.
Dylan adjusted my body so I was on my knees as I started sucking Noah’s cock.
I wrapped my lips around the head of Noah’s dick, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip as I took him deeper into my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum filled my senses, and I moaned softly around his length, the vibrations sending a thrill through him.
Dylan positioned himself behind me, his fingers parting my slick folds as he leaned in to feast on my pussy. His hot breath washed over my clit, making me shudder with anticipation. Then his tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at my sensitive flesh with a hunger that left me panting.
Noah groaned, his hips surging forward as I took more of his cock, the head bumping the back of my throat. I relaxed my muscles, letting him slide deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. Dylan’s tongue delved deeper into my pussy, his lips sealing around my clit as he sucked on the swollen bud.
My moans echoed in the room as Noah’s cock hit the back of my throat, my nose buried in the coarse hair at the base of his shaft. Dylan’s tongue was relentless on my clit, his fingers plunging into my slick heat, curling to stroke my G-spot.
The dual sensations had me teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the need for release.Noah’s hands gripped my hair, not pulling, but urging me to take him deeper. I complied, relaxing my throat to accommodate his thick length.
The muscles in my neck rippled with the effort, but the pleasure was too intense to care. I felt him swell in my mouth, his pre-cum flooding my taste buds as he neared the brink. Dylan sensed my impending climax and redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy.
Dylan halted his movements, and I heard the unmistakable jingle of his belt buckle releasing. Emboldened, I redoubled my efforts on Noah’s cock, taking his length as deep into my throat as I could manage. My muscles constricted around his girth as my head bobbed rapidly, the lewd slurping sounds filling the room. Suddenly, Dylan thrust his manhood deep inside my aching pussy, and I moaned wantonly around Noah’s throbbing shaft, the vibrations intensifying his pleasure.
With my ass up in the air, I could distinctly hear the lewd slapping sound of my ass cheeks loudly clapping and rippling against Dylan’s body as he vigorously fucked my dripping wet pussy from behind.
“Mmmmppff,” I moaned around Noah’s cock as Dylan pounded my cunt.
My moans grew louder, more desperate, as I struggled to breathe around Noah’s thick length. The dual sensations of Dylan’s cock pounding into my pussy and Noah’s throbbing in my mouth pushed me closer to the edge.
Noah’s fingers tangled in my hair, his hips bucking as he chased his climax. “Fuck, Jen…I’m gonna cum,” he ground out, his voice strained.I could feel his cock pulsing, the veins throbbing against my tongue as he neared his peak. I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder, swallowing around him as I felt Dylan’s own orgasm building.
His thrusts grew more erratic, his balls slapping against my clit with each powerful stroke. “Fuck, I’m gonna… ah, fuck!” Dylan roared, his cock twitching deep inside me as he erupted.His hot seed filled me, coating my inner walls as he rode out his climax.
I swallowed Noah’s thick cock, milking it with my throat muscles as he erupted in my mouth. His cum flooded my taste buds, the salty tang mingling with the musky scent of his arousal. I drank it all down, savoring the warmth spreading through my chest as he shuddered and groaned above me.
As Noah’s orgasm subsided, I slowly released his spent cock from my lips, giving it a final, teasing lick before sitting back on my heels.
Dylan pulled out of my still-quivering pussy, his softening dick slipping free with a wet pop. I collapsed back onto the couch, panting, my body humming with satisfaction.Noah flopped down beside me, his chest heaving.
“You’re a dirty girl, Jen,” Noah murmured, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my bare skin. “Getting us both off in your mouth and pussy like that.”
I smirked, shifting to nuzzle into his side. “Someone’s got to keep you boys satisfied.”