Covid lockdown was driving me crazy. I missed my boyfriend, Danny, so much – especially his, um, massive hard cock. Yeah, I know that’s forward, but I’d been stuck at home for over a month. And it didn’t help that I was living with two guys: my dad and my brother. They were feeling it too.
I probably didn’t help their moods, either, with the clothes I wore around the house – or lack thereof. I mean, I forgot that it wasn’t just my brother and dad, but two hot-blooded males who had a lot of pent-up tension, just like me.
One Saturday night I came down stairs in just a pair of red knickers and a T shirt. I sat on the couch next to my brother Liam while dad sat across from us in the arm chair.
Then, my phone buzzed. A familiar notification. Danny. My heart did a little flip. I always felt a jolt of electricity when his name popped up. I picked up my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen. The message was short, direct, and utterly devastating in its honesty.
“I could just fuck your right now baby, I miss your pussy. What are you up to?”
I typed back, my fingers flying across the keyboard. “Hey you! Just chilling. Miss you too! Can’t believe it’s been so long. Oh and I could do with a good fucking, now look your getting me wet it isn’t fair. You can’t be teasing me in front of my Dad and Liam. My fanny needs a good seeing to.” I tried to sound casual, but my pulse was definitely racing.
I tried to sound casual, but my pulse was definitely racing. My fingers hovered over the send button, then I hit it, a little gasp escaping my lips. Oh god, I actually sent that. I quickly flipped my phone face down on the cushion beside me, a sudden flush heating my cheeks. I glanced at Liam, who was engrossed in the football match blaring on the TV. Dad was half-asleep, snoring softly in his armchair. Okay, crisis averted. For now.
But the words I’d sent to Danny were still buzzing in my head, echoing the raw desire I felt. My red knickers suddenly felt tighter, the soft cotton of my T-shirt doing little to conceal the nipples that had started to harden. The air in the living room, usually so mundane, now felt thick with unspoken tension – at least on my end.
A moment later, my phone vibrated again. I hesitated, my hand trembling slightly as I reached for it. Liam shifted beside me, stretching his arm out along the back of the couch. I froze, my breath catching. He didn’t seem to notice; he was just getting comfortable. I quickly snatched up the phone, angling it away from him, my thumb hovering over the screen.
Danny’s reply: “Oh really? In front of your old man and your brother? Naughty girl. What if they saw you texting about your wet fanny? Would you like that? Tell me, are you squirming on that couch? I bet you’re so wet right now, aren’t you?”
A choked sound escaped me. My cheeks burned even hotter. He was deliberately pushing my buttons, knowing full well the situation. And god, it was working. I was squirming. I discreetly shifted, my thighs pressing together. My fanny definitely felt like it was humming, a deep ache starting to throb between my legs.
“Shut up!” I furiously typed back, trying to keep my breathing even. “You’re a bastard! Yes, I’m squirming, you prick! And yes, I’m getting wetter just thinking about what you’d do to me right now. God, I hate you for this. They’re literally meters away. What if they saw?”
My phone buzzed, I was shocked at what he wrote back. “I honestly wouldn’t be mad if they had there way with you. I am sure your needing it. Even though it is your dad and bro, trust me your still a woman and I bet there needing sex with this shitty lockdown. Fuck, imagine them taking turns on you or spitroast you. I dare you to seduce them.”
I wasn’t mad at his text. My hand unknowingly went between my legs rubbing my pussy through my knickers, “ahhh.” Then my dad looked at me rubbing myself. He didn’t say anything he tilted his head to try get a better view. Now Liam was staring.
“Sweetheart.. ah god, maybe you should do that in your room,” he said adjusting his crotch, oh shit was I getting my old man hard.
“Sorry Daddy,” I never called him daddy. I always called him just dad and as I said daddy he looked at me differently. Messing with his crotch, did I stop, fuck no.
I kept my hand right where it was, but my movements became slower, more deliberate. I parted my thighs just a little, the motion lazy, almost insolent. The soft, wet sound of my fingers pressing against the thin cotton of my knickers was suddenly the loudest thing in the room, cutting through the drone of the football commentary.
I lifted my gaze from the floor and locked eyes with my dad. His face was a mask of shock and raw, unfiltered lust. The feeble attempt at fatherly concern had evaporated, leaving only a man staring at a woman he desperately wanted.
“I am sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice husky. I let my head fall back against the sofa cushion, arching my back slightly. “I’m just so… needy. Danny’s been teasing me.” I let a soft moan escape my lips, a genuine one this time, as my fingers found my clit through the fabric. “He knows what this lockdown is doing to me.”
Dad’s breath hitched. His knuckles were white where he gripped the arms of his chair. “Jesus Christ, Chloe,” he rasped, his voice thick and unrecognizable. The bulge I’d noticed before was now a prominent, straining ridge against the denim of his jeans.
A low groan from beside me made me turn my head. Liam was no longer just staring. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth slightly agape. He had shifted on the couch, and I could clearly see the tent pole he was sporting in his grey sweatpants. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. His gaze flickered from my hand, to my face, then to our dad, as if seeking permission.
The power in that moment was intoxicating. I had them. Both of them. The two men I’d lived with my whole life, now captivated, ensnared by a need I had ignited. Danny’s dare echoed in my mind. Imagine them taking turns on you.
I smiled, a slow, wicked curve of my lips. I pulled my hand away, leaving a damp patch on my red knickers. I looked from my brother’s desperate face to my father’s conflicted one.
“Well?” I asked, my voice dropping to a seductive purr as I dipped a finger inside my wet gash. “Are you both just going to sit there and watch? My fanny is really wet. I need a good seeing to here for fuck sake.”
Dad’s eyes widened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Liam, on the other hand, seemed to snap out of his trance, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
“Chloe, maybe we should…” Dad started, his voice shaky, but Liam cut him off.
“Nah,” Liam chuckled, his hand finding his zipper. “She’s right. We’ve both been dying for some pussy. Do we take turns or…”
A wave of heat flushed through me, my body buzzing with anticipation. “You know what, Liam,” I purred,”Why don’t you go first? After all, you seem a little more eager.”
My eyes locked with his, daring him to refuse. A nervous flicker crossed his face momentarily, but then he smirked, a possessive glint in his eye.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice thick with desire,”I won’t disappoint.”
His hand fumbled with the zipper of his sweatpants, and a satisfied groan rumbled in my chest. Dad, caught between his desires and societal norms, just stared; mouth slightly open, a tortured expression on his face.
Liam dropped his sweatpants to the floor, and holy hell, was he packing. He was built, I had to admit that. Years of working construction were plastered across every muscle in his body. The sheer size of him, despite his playful smirk, was awe-inspiring.
“Come on, Chloe,” he growled, his eyes never leaving mine, “Let’s get started. Get off the couch and get on the floor and suck my cock.”
I scrambled off the couch and got on the floor between his legs with my ass up open to entice dad to join in. I gripped Liam’s cock and stroked it a few times before putting it into my gob.
Liam’s cock was thick, hot and hard, and his heavily muscled dick pulsed faster as he pressed down into my hand, grunting with pleasure. I gave him a hard swallow and he instantly grabbed the back of my neck, tightening his grip as his stroke increased in pace.
Behind me I felt my knickers getting pulled down. I pulled away off of Liam’s dick and looked over my shoulder, it was Dad with his dick out and hard for action. I smiled and turned back to Liam and started sucking again.
As I was sucking I felt a slap on my ass, “Your a naughty girl sucking off your brother, I think I need to put my dick in that pussy of yours.” He then sank his cock deep in my vulva which made me moan around Liam’s cock. I was being spitroasted.
Liam’s eyes rolled back as he groaned at the lewd sounds spilling from my mouth. He gripped my hair tighter, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each deep thrust. “Fuuuck, your mouth feels so good, sis,” he grunted, his rhythm growing sloppier, chasing his impending release.
Behind me, Dad’s thick cock stretched me as he drove into my pussy from behind. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pounded me relentlessly. The obscene slapping of skin on skin echoed through the room, mingling with Liam’s grunts and my muffled moans.
I could feel my orgasm approaching, the pressure building with each thrust from both ends. Dad’s cock was seated deep, pushing against my G-spot with every snap of his hips. My pussy clenched around him, fluttering and quivering as I grew closer to the edge.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Dad panted, his thrusts growing erratic. “Your pussy feels so good. Gonna fill you up. Gonna make you mine.”
Liam’s grip on my hair tightened, his movements becoming desperate. “I’m close, sis. You want your big brother’s cum? Want me to fill your throat?”
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he slammed into my mouth one last time and held me there as he erupted. His hot, thick seed shot down my throat, coating my tongue. I swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.
The sensation of Liam’s release triggered my own. My pussy spasmed around Dad’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, Chloe! I’m cumming!” he roared, slamming into me one last time. His cock twitched as he emptied himself inside me, flooding my pussy with his seed.
I pulled off Liam’s softening cock, gasping for air. Strings of cum and saliva dripped down my chin as I looked up at him with hazy eyes. Behind me, Dad pulled out with a wet squelch, his cum dripping down my thighs.
We all collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of sweaty limbs, chests heaving as we caught our breath. Liam reached out and wiped a drop of cum from my cheek, bringing it to my lips. I licked it off with a sultry smile.
“Not bad,” I purred, “for a couple of pent-up males.”
Dad let out a breathless chuckle, running a hand through his graying hair. “I can’t believe we just did that,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Liam just grinned, his eyes roving over my naked body. “What can I say, sis? Lockdown is making us crazy.”
I returned his smirk, clenching my pussy around the mix of their cum inside me. “Well, as long as we’re all crazy together, I’m okay with that.”