I am Jessica and I am 18 years old, I wore my most revealing top which was very low cut and my skirt too high which made even my dad look at me. My mum and dad was about to leave to celebrate there anniversary. Then my Brother Mike showed up with my other brother Danny. What was they doing here for fuck sake, I had my night planned I was going to invite Alex around and fool around while drinking, I was dying for some sex.
My jaw dropped so hard I thought it might detach. Mike, the older one by five years, was already leaning against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. Danny, two years my senior, was right behind him, fiddling with his phone. They looked like they’d just sauntered in from a pub, completely oblivious to the intricate, sex-fueled tapestry of my evening plans.
“What – what are you guys doing here?” I stammered, my voice barely concealing the pure, unadulterated rage bubbling inside me. My parents’ car was still pulling out of the driveway, headlights cutting through the dusk. They’d literally just left.
Mike pushed himself off the frame, stepping casually into the hall, as if he owned the place. “Relax, Jess. Just thought we’d drop by. Mum mentioned you were home alone, bored out of your mind.” He winked. “Thought we’d keep you company.”
Bored out of my mind? I wanted to scream. I was about to be getting my mind blown, you absolute wankers! My phone, clutched in my hand, felt like a ticking time bomb. Alex was due any minute. We’d been texting all day, the anticipation building with every suggestive emoji. Now, thanks to these two Neanderthals, my highly-anticipated evening of sweaty, unsupervised fun was about to be downgraded to a night of forced family bonding and probably listening to Danny’s awful rap music.
I texted Alex, ‘change of plan, you can’t come over sorry :(.’ I sighed after I hit send. I was really hoping for a bit of dick tonight. My pussy as not had action for weeks.
My gaze, still burning with the injustice of it all, snapped from the phone to their infuriatingly nonchalant faces. Mike, already sauntering towards the living room like he owned the damn place, and Danny, still glued to his screen, a low hum of something resembling gangster rap seeping from his earbuds.
“Are you insane?!” I hissed, my voice a strangled whisper, worried Mum and Dad might somehow hear it from down the street. “You can’t just ‘drop by’! I had plans!”
Mike turned, a half-eaten biscuit already in his hand, crumbs clinging to his stubble. “Plans? What plans, Jess? To watch Netflix and scroll TikTok? We’re saving you from yourself.” He gestured vaguely at my outfit. “Besides, Mum was genuinely worried. Said you were getting too… independent.” He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of something knowing in his eyes, but quickly masked it with a shrug.
The low-cut top, a strategic weapon in my aborted seduction, now felt like a neon sign flashing ‘DESPERATE’. I tugged futilely at the hem of my skirt, wishing it would magically extend to my ankles. “Independent?!” I shrieked, no longer caring if the neighbours heard. “I’m eighteen! I’m an adult! I don’t need babysitters!”
Danny finally looked up from his phone, his eyes wide as he stared at my tits, yep my own brother checking out my tits. “Whoa, chill, Jess. We just thought we’d, you know, hang out. Get some FIFA in.” He gestured with his phone. “Mum literally texted us, like, an hour ago, asking us to check on you.” Even Mike was checking out my tits, which made me blush.
My cheeks burned a furious red, not just from anger, but from the sheer, mortifying indignity of it. My own brothers! Staring at me like I was a piece of meat on display, their eyes lingering on the very cleavage I’d painstakingly perfected for Alex. It was disgusting, and yet, a tiny, shameful part of me registered the attention, making the blush deepen. Haha maybe I should tease them with my body, knowing they can’t have me.
“Anyway sis we brought drinks,” he said smirking at me.
4 hours later I was on the couch so tipsy and very drunk and vulnerable sat between them both.
My skirt, which had barely covered my ass when I was sober, was now twisted and hiked up a good few inches, riding high on my thighs. My cleavage, already on full display, seemed to gape even wider with every slouch and shift. I knew it. I knew they were looking. My earlier thought, the defiant, alcohol-fueled whisper of “maybe I should tease them,” now felt less like a conscious plan and more like an uncontrollable, embarrassing reality.
“You’re totally wasted, Jess,” Mike chuckled, his voice a low rumble against my ear. My head was still propped against his shoulder, and I could feel the vibrations of his laughter. It wasn’t a mean laugh, more like an indulgent one. But his gaze, when I tilted my head just enough to catch it, was anything but innocent. His eyes were fixed on the deep valley between my breasts, then flickered down to my exposed thighs before snapping back up to my face. The smirk was back, a little softer now, laced with something I couldn’t quite decipher through the haze.
“Am not,” I slurred, attempting a coherent protest, but it came out as a giggle. My tongue felt thick and unwieldy. I tried to push myself upright, but my limbs felt like jelly. Instead, I just slid further down, my body pressing more firmly against Mike’s side. My hand, which had been resting on my lap, seemed to have a mind of its own, slipping from my knee and settling, almost inadvertently, onto his thigh. It was pure accident, of course. My drunken lack of coordination. Maybe. Also, Mike had an hard on, I could plainly see it tenting.
“I… was meant… meant to be getting dick tonight. You… you both ruined it… th-thanks. I am so drunk and horny.” The words tumbled out, thick and clumsy, a confession I’d never have uttered sober, not even to my best friend, let alone my own brothers.
Mike chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, a tremor that made my teeth vibrate. “Aye, Jess,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “Maybe you are a bit loaded. But tell you what, we could definitely scratch that itch for you.”
“Hahaha your joking right,” I said as I looked at them both. “Wait… you are serious.”
Danny let out a throaty laugh, shoving his earbuds in his pocket with a lazy thud. “Come on, Jess,” he said, his gaze boring into me, making my stomach clench. “Don’t play coy with us, babe. We know you want it. Or are you chicken.” He then got his cock out which was rock hard pointing upwards. “I dare you to kiss it.”
“No… no way,” I slurred, shaking my head, but the protest felt weak, even to me. My mind, usually sharp and sarcastic, was a muddled mess of conflicting signals. A tiny voice, deep down, screamed ‘incest!’, ‘wrong!’, ‘disgusting!’. But it was quickly drowned out by a louder, more insistent chorus: ‘horny’, ‘curious’, ‘what if?’, ‘they’re daring you’. And then there was the sheer, undeniable presence of Danny’s erection, so close, so tangible. My pussy, which had been aching for attention all night, gave a sudden, embarrassing twitch.
“Chicken, then,” Danny taunted, his smirk widening. He gave his cock a slight wiggle, as if to emphasize its rigidity. “Thought you were so ‘independent’, Jess. What happened to wanting some dick?”
Every cell in my body was screaming. Run. Get up. Say no. This is disgusting. They’re your brothers. But my legs felt like lead, my tongue thick and useless. The shame was a burning inferno in my cheeks, yet beneath it, a strange, dark current of morbid curiosity began to stir. He was right. I did want dick. I had been craving it, practically vibrating with desire for weeks. And now, here it was, presented to me by my own brother, an illicit, forbidden fruit, dangling just inches from my face.
I grabbed the base of his cock and kissed the sticky tip. I then rolled my tongue around the swollen head of his penis. I stroked his cock at the same time Mike shifted my position so my ass was up in the air. I knew what he wanted fucking perv.
The taste of him was… primal. Salty, undeniably male, and shockingly potent. My tongue, still clumsy with alcohol, struggled to articulate the sensation, but my body seemed to instinctively know what to do. I rolled it around the swollen glans, feeling the slick pre-cum against my lips, a shiver running down my spine that had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with forbidden thrill. My hand, still wrapped around the base of his rock-hard shaft, pumped rhythmically, a natural instinct taking over. Danny let out a low, guttural groan, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, deeper.
“That’s it, Jess,” he hissed, his voice rough with arousal. “Good girl. Suck it if you want.”
I felt a rush of shame and excitement at his words. I was sucking my own brother’s cock, and I couldn’t deny that it felt good. The thrill of doing something so wrong made my heart race, and my pussy throbbed in response. I continued to bob my head up and down, my hand still pumping his shaft.
Mike’s hand slid up my skirt, his fingers finding the wetness between my legs. I gasped into Danny’s cock as he slipped a finger through the side of my knickers and inside me, then another. He started to finger me in time with my sucking, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
“You’re such a dirty little slut, Jess,” Mike murmured, his voice low and husky. “Sucking your brother’s cock while I finger your tight little pussy. You love it, don’t you?”
I moaned in response, unable to form words. I was so turned on, so lost in the forbidden pleasure of the moment. I could feel Danny’s cock twitching in my mouth, his pre-cum sliding down my throat.
Suddenly, Mike withdrew his fingers yanked my knickers down to my thighs and replaced them with his cock. He thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out, my mouth still full of Danny’s cock.
“Mmmmpppf.” He started to hammer his cock in and out my wet pussy hole with my ass cheeps slapping against his hips ‘slap’, ‘whack’. A low, continuous hum vibrated deep in my throat, a muffled groan trapped behind Danny’s pulsing length. Each thrust from Mike made my head involuntarily twitch, pulling Danny deeper, eliciting a muffled ohnnn that was more felt than heard.
“Mmmphh…ahhhh!” My muffled moans vibrated around Danny’s shaft as he thrust deeper down my eager throat. Mike’s cock pounded into my sopping wet cunt with hard, fast strokes. The dual stimulation of being fucked in both holes simultaneously was mind blowing. My heavy tits bounced wildly with each powerful slam of Mike’s hips. Danny gripped my hair, fucking my face like a cocksleeve. “That’s it baby, suck my cock! Gonna fuck your mouth raw…” he grunted.
“Ohhh fuckk…you’re s-so tight!” Mike growled, speed increasing. The obscene slapping of his balls against my ass crack mixed with my slutty moans and the brothers’ grunts of pleasure. Pleasure flooded my brain as I swallowed around Danny’s twitching cockhead, gagging slightly. I couldn’t get enough.
“Glunk, glunk, glunk…nnngghh!” Danny reached his peak and shot thick ropes of salty jizz straight down my throat without warning.
My eyes watered from the explosive flood of his cum, but I kept sucking, greedily swallowing every last drop. “Mmph…more… ahhh… Mike… ” I moaned, desperately needing more. His thrusts were relentless, his hard cock a throbbing weapon inside my sisterly cunt.
Mike’s pace quickened, his hips slamming against my ass with increasing force. Thesound of our flesh colliding filled the room, punctuated by my muffled moans and the brothers’ grunts of pleasure. My pussy clenched around his pistoning cock, desperate for release.
“Fuck, Jess… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!” Mike’s voice was strained, his body tensing as he neared his climax. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he emptied his load into my convulsing cunt.
My hips jerk erratically as Mike fills my pussy with his hot, sticky seed. The sensation of his cum flooding my insides pushes me over the edge, and I come undone, my body convulsing with pleasure. Danny pulls his softening cock from my mouth, a string of saliva connecting the tip to my lips. “Aaahhh, yesssss,” I moan, utterly spent and satisfied.
Mike pulled out of my pussy with a wet plop, his cum dripping down my thighs. “You… you’re something else, sis,” he said, shaking his head. “I never thought you’d actually do it.”
My pussy throbbed pleasantly, Mike’s seed still leaking out of me. I pulled my knickers back up. I couldn’t believe what we’d just done – incestuous threesome with my own brothers – but I couldn’t deny how good it felt. “Yeah, well… don’t get used to it,” I said weakly, trying to sit up. But my legs were shaking too much from the intense orgasms.
“We should have a drink more often,” Danny laughed putting his dick away, “Shame we didn’t get to see your tits.”
I woke up the next morning, my head pounding, my body aching in all the right places. The events of the previous night came flooding back, and I let out a groan, burying my face in my pillow. How could I have let that happen?