It was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing like crazy outside. The kind of snow that makes everything quiet and still, like the whole world’s wrapped up in a big fluffy blanket. Usually, I’d be buzzing with excitement, but this year? No, it was just me, my brother James, and his mate Mike. And we were bored. Bored.
Our parents were supposed to be back by now, but of course, they got stuck in a hotel because of the weather. Typical. So, here we were, left to our own devices. I’m Sarah, by the way. I’m 18, James is 19, and Mike—well, he’s 20. Not that the ages matter much when you’re stuck inside with nothing to do. I wore my PJ bottoms and a Tank top.
James was lying on the couch, taking up as much space as humanly possible, his legs dangling over the armrest. He’s got this annoying way of always looking like he’s just rolled out of bed and still managing to look cool. Dark hair, that perfect just-messy-enough look, wearing a hoodie that’s seen better days and a pair of jeans with a hole in the knee. He was flipping through the channels, not watching anything, just clicking away like it might change the fact that nothing was on.
Mike was sitting on the floor, leaning against the coffee table, looking about as thrilled as I felt. He’s got this kind of quiet charm, with sandy blonde hair that falls into his eyes when he doesn’t push it back, which he never does. Tonight, he was in this blue sweater that made his brown eyes look warmer and a pair of probably older jeans than me.
I was curled up in the armchair, fiddling with a loose thread on my jumper, trying not to look as bored as I felt. “So, this is Christmas, huh?” I said, primarily to myself.
James just grunted, his way of agreeing without actually doing anything. Mike, though, looked over at me and shrugged. “Yeah, some holiday.”
We all went quiet again, listening to the fire crackle. The lights on the tree were blinking on and off, casting little patterns on the ceiling. It was nice, but not nice enough to shake off the feeling that we were all just waiting for something to happen.
Then James sat up, and I saw that look in his eyes. The one that usually meant trouble or, at the very least, something stupidly fun. “You know what we need?” he said, a grin starting to tug at the corners of his mouth.
Mike and I looked at him, probably with the same expression—curious but not entirely trusting. “What?” I asked though I had a feeling I knew what was coming.
“Whiskey,” James said, as if it were the most brilliant idea he’d ever had. And to be honest, in that moment, it kind of was.
“The good stuff Dad hides?” I raised an eyebrow. “You know he’s gonna kill us if he finds out.”
James just shrugged. “They’re not here, and it’s Christmas. Besides, what else are we going to do? Sit here and stare at each other?”
Mike chuckled, but his eyes showed a hint of hesitation. “I don’t know…”
“Oh, come on, Mike,” I said, feeling some old mischief bubbling up. “It’s Christmas. Let’s make it a bit more… interesting.”
James didn’t need any more convincing. He was up and heading to the kitchen before Mike could change his mind. I followed, feeling excitement and the tiniest bit of guilt—though not enough to stop me.
We found the bottle, just where James said it’d be, tucked away at the back of the cupboard like some treasure. It was a tall, fancy-looking bottle with a label that screamed ‘expensive,’ but in that moment, it might as well have been a bottle of pure joy.
James poured us each a glass, and the whiskey gleamed like liquid gold in the firelight. I wasn’t usually one for whiskey, but tonight, it felt right. “To… making the best of it,” James said, holding up his glass.
“To make the best of it,” Mike and I echoed, clinking our glasses together.
The whiskey was warm and smooth, with just enough kick to make me wince a bit, but in a good way. James put on some music with a bit of a beat, and suddenly, the room didn’t feel so dull anymore.
We ended up back in the living room, with James on the couch, Mike on the floor, and me stretched out in the armchair. The whiskey was doing its job, making everything seem slightly brighter and funnier. We started talking, really talking, the way you only do when you’re either completely comfortable with someone or slightly drunk. Or both.
James was telling a story about the time he and Mike got lost on a hike and ended up stumbling into a campsite full of Girl Scouts. “We were so embarrassed, we just stood there like idiots,” he said, laughing so hard he could barely get the words out.
I was laughing, too, imagining the scene. Mike was chuckling, but I could see a blush creeping up his neck. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”
“Never,” James said, grinning from ear to ear.
I glanced over at Mike, and for a moment, our eyes met. There was something there, something soft and maybe a little shy, and my heart did a weird little flip. I looked away quickly, focusing on my drink, but I could feel the warmth spreading from my cheeks to my toes.
We kept talking, the conversation drifting from one topic to another, and before we knew it, the bottle was almost empty. The fire was burning low, casting a soft glow over everything, and the music had turned into a gentle hum in the background.
James got up to stoke the fire at some point, leaving Mike and me alone on the couch. We were sitting close, closer than usual, and I could feel the warmth from his body next to mine. It was nice—comforting, even.
“So,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence. “What are you doing for the rest of the holiday?”
Mike shrugged, looking a bit bashful. “Not much. Just the usual family stuff.”
“Well, you should come over more,” I said, immediately feeling my face go hot. I mean, if you want. James isn’t so bad when he’s got someone else to pick on.”
Mike laughed softly, and it was the kind of laugh that made me want to laugh, too, even if I didn’t know what was funny. “I might just do that,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he eyed me up.
We sat there momentarily, not saying anything, just… being there. And it was lovely. I could feel my heart beating faster, and I wondered if he could hear it, too.
Then James returned and flopped between us, oblivious to whatever was happening. “Man, this is great,” he said, stretching out and taking up too much space. There are no parents or rules, just us and some good whiskey.”
“Yeah, James, you know how to show a girl a good time,” I said, rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile.
“Now we could use another chick,” James said as I spoke up. Hey, am I enough?”
James smirked at my comment, leaning back like he owned the place. “Sarah. You and Mike seem close tonight; what about me.”
James’s smirk was as cheeky as ever, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt to stir the pot. “Oh, please,” I said, rolling my eyes dramatically. “You’ve got the whiskey and the couch all to yourself. What more could you possibly want?”
He leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, clearly enjoying himself. “I don’t know… maybe just some company that’s not plotting to steal all my best stories,” he said, giving Mike a pointed look.
Mike chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, I’m just here for the whiskey and the laughs. Any ‘story stealing’ is purely accidental.”
James pretended to look hurt, clutching his chest theatrically. “Accidental, my foot! You’ve been using my best material all night.”
“Haha, what do you mean? He’s been using your best material. Aww, does my wikkle-likkle brother need me to hold his hand on the couch?” I said as I laughed at my brother James.
James rolled his eyes at my teasing, but there was a glimmer of amusement. “Oh, give me a break, Sarah,” he said, shaking his head with a smile. “I’m perfectly fine here, thank you very much.”
“Perfectly fine and a little lonely, maybe?” I teased back, unable to resist. It was always like this between us—playful banter that never entirely crossed the line into actual annoyance, but tonight, he was going for just that. We were siblings, after all. If I wasn’t giving him a hard time, who would?
Mike was grinning, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. He leaned in slightly like he was getting comfortable with the dynamic, maybe even a little amused at being caught in the middle. “I don’t know, Sarah,” he said, his tone light and teasing, “maybe James does need a bit of extra attention tonight.”
James shot him a mock glare, but there was no real heat behind it. “Oh, you’re in on this too, are you? Great. Just what I needed—two of you ganging up on me.”
James looked at Mike, his smirk widening into an almost too-mischievous grin. “Dude, what do you want me to do? Gang up on her with you?” Mike asked, his tone playful but with just a hint of hesitation. He wasn’t sure if James was being serious or just messing around.
James leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, eyes sparkling with the thrill of stirring the pot. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, dragging out the words just to annoy me, “maybe I do.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see my brain. “Oh, please, like you two could ever gang up on me and win,” I shot back, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair with a smug smile. “I’d take you both down without breaking a sweat.”
Mike laughed, a warm, genuine sound that made me smile despite myself. “She’s probably right, you know,” he said, giving James a sidelong glance. “Sarah’s got a way of always coming out on top.”
James said, “Nah, not true, Mike, trust me, I could always get what I want, isn’t that right? Sarah? Why don’t you tell him.” I looked at James, trying to figure out where he was going with this. His grin was so wide, it looked like it might just split his face in half. He was enjoying this little game, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play along or shut him down. But then again, this was James—my annoying, infuriating, and yet somehow still lovable brother.
I sighed dramatically, letting the tension build just a little. “You think you can always get what you want, huh?” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Also, tell him what exactly.”
“You know last Christmas when we got…” I cut him off instantly.
“No, we agreed to keep that a secret; we were drunk,” I went red, embarrassed.
James’s grin only grew wider, clearly relishing my reaction. He loved pushing my buttons, especially when he had a good story to back it up. Mike’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity, his interest piqued by the sudden shift in the conversation.
“Oh, come on, Sarah,” James said, leaning forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You can’t just leave Mike hanging like that. Besides, it’s all in good fun, right?”
I could feel my cheeks burning as I shot him a warning glare. “James, don’t you dare,” I hissed, but it was too late. The damage was done, and James knew he had me cornered.
Mike was watching us both closely now, clearly eager to hear whatever juicy story James was about to spill. “What happened last Christmas?” he asked, his tone light and playful, but I could see the genuine curiosity in his eyes.
I bit my lip, trying to think of a way to divert the conversation, but James was already on a roll. “You see,” he began, ignoring my frantic attempts to stop him, “Sarah and I decided to dip into the eggnog a little too enthusiastically last Christmas. And let’s just say, things got a bit… out of hand.”
I groaned inwardly, knowing there was no stopping him now. “James,” I warned again, my voice tinged with both embarrassment and exasperation. But he just kept going, that cheeky grin never leaving his face.
“So, we’re sitting there, the fire’s going, the Christmas lights are twinkling, and before you know it, Sarah and I are having this deep, heart-to-heart conversation—well, as deep as it can get when you’re seven or eight glasses of spiked eggnog in.”
I could feel Mike’s eyes on me, and I knew my face had to be as red as Rudolph’s nose. “And then,” I looked at him, nodding as to please don’t say anything.
He chuckled, “Like I said, Mike, maybe you should team up with me. Trust me, she will love it.”
I crossed my arms, “James, kitchen, I need a word with you.”
James raised an eyebrow at my demand, enjoying every second of this. He stretched out his legs, taking his time, and then slowly got up from the couch, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. Mike looked between us, curious but amused, probably wondering what I would do or say once I had James cornered in the kitchen.
As James sauntered past me, he leaned down and whispered, “Try not to kill me too hard in there, Sis.” I shot him a look that could melt ice, but he just chuckled, clearly not taking me seriously at all.
I followed him into the kitchen, and as soon as the door swung shut behind us, I turned on him, my face still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
“James,” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low so Mike wouldn’t hear, “you promised we’d never talk about that night again!”
James leaned casually against the counter, crossing his arms, clearly unbothered. “Oh, come on, Sarah, it’s not like I was going to spill all the details. Just enough to make Mike curious. Besides, it’s all in good fun, right?”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the heat rising in my cheeks. “It wasn’t just a silly conversation, James. You know that.”
James’s grin faded slightly as he saw the seriousness in my eyes. He uncrossed his arms and stood up straighter, looking at me with something closer to concern. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, his tone softer now. “I was just messing around.”
I sighed, some of my anger dissipating now that I saw he understood. “I know you were, but still… That night was—”
“Different,” James finished for me, nodding. “Yeah, I get it. We were both a little too, you know, with each other.” He said as he grabbed another bottle, “Come on, sis, let’s go back and all chill on the couch and have a drink.”
James’s tone softened, and he looked at me with a more sincere expression than I had seen in a while. It was a rare moment where the teasing older brother’s facade dropped, and genuine concern peeked through.
I nodded, the tension easing out of me as I realized he really wasn’t trying to be a jerk—he was just trying to make the night a bit more fun, even if it came at the cost of my dignity. “Okay,” I said, my voice calmer now. “But let’s keep things a bit less embarrassing, yeah?”
James grinned that familiar mischievous glint returning to his eyes, but it was tempered now, more playful than provoking. “Deal,” he said, holding up his pinky finger.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my face. I hooked my pinky with his, sealing the pact in that silly way we’d always done as kids. “You’re such a dork,” I muttered, but there was affection in my voice.
“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” he said with a wink, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the counter and nodding towards the living room. “Come on, before Mike decides to raid the kitchen for snacks.”
We headed back into the living room, where Mike was sprawled out on the couch, looking too comfortable. He glanced up as we walked in, his eyebrows quirking up in question. “Everything cool?” he asked, his tone light but with an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.
“Everything’s cool,” James said quickly, plopping beside Mike and handing him the bottle. “We were just having a little sibling chat.”
Mike’s gaze shifted to me, and I could see the questions behind his eyes, but he didn’t push. Instead, he took the bottle from James and poured us each another round. “Good to know,” he said with a grin, clearly trying to keep things light.
I sat in the middle of the couch between them, feeling the warmth of the fire and the whiskey spreading through my veins. The earlier tension was replaced with a comfortable ease, the kind that comes when you’re with people who know you too well to let a little embarrassment ruin the mood.
James handed me my glass, his grin lingering but less mischievous now, more relaxed. Mike sat beside me, his arm resting on the back of the couch, his posture casual. I could feel the slight brush of his sweater against my shoulder, and it was oddly comforting.
We all took a sip of our drinks, the whiskey smooth and warming, and for a moment, we just sat there, enjoying the silence. The music played softly in the background, the fire crackled gently, and the snow continued to fall outside, making the world feel cosy and contained within the four walls of our living room.
“So,” Mike said after a while, breaking the silence, “what’s the plan for the rest of the night? More stories, or are we going to make our own adventure?”
James raised an eyebrow, glancing at me with a playful look. “That depends. What kind of adventure are you up for, Sarah?”
“James,” I looked at him as I poured another drink, “behave, I mean it.”
James held up his hands in mock surrender, but the glint in his eyes told me he was far from done with his playful antics. “Alright, I’ll behave,” he said, though the mischievous smile lingering on his lips made me doubt it.
Hours passed, and we were all very drunk; *hiccup* “Sarah… sis sis.”
James’s words slurred slightly, his usual relaxed demeanour melting into the hazy warmth of too much whiskey. I could see the flush creeping up his cheeks, matching the rosy glow in my own. The room seemed to sway gently, the firelight casting long shadows that danced in time with the soft music in the background.
“Sarah… sis,” he repeated, his tone teetering between affectionate and teasing. I looked over at him, my head feeling pleasantly fuzzy, my guard down in a way that only happened in these rare sibling bonding moments.
“Yeah?” I replied, a giggle slipping out despite myself. The alcohol had made everything feel a bit more surreal, a bit more dreamlike.
James leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though it was loud enough that Mike could easily hear. “I was just thinking… maybe we should play a game. Something… interesting.”
Mike perked up at the suggestion, his brown eyes twinkling with curiosity. “A game, huh? What did you have in mind, James?”
I slurred my speech, “Y-yeah… yeah… what… w-what kind of g-game. Does it involve… involve eggnog.” I giggled like a schoolgirl.
James chuckled, the sound deep and warm, as he leaned back into the couch, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. “Well, we can skip the eggnog. Or w-we… we can relive it, I mean were… I mean, we are drunk.”
The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming something more charged, almost electric. The warmth of the fire and the whiskey combined with the snowstorm outside, creating a cocoon-like world where time seemed to slow down, and inhibitions melted away.
James grinned, leaning back against the couch, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having. “We could, you know,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Relive it. Make the night… memorable.”
I felt a flutter of something—nerves, excitement, I wasn’t sure—stir in my chest. The way James and Mike looked at me, their gazes had grown more intense, making the air feel thick with possibilities. I looked between the two of them, feeling the familiar, comforting buzz of the alcohol but also the edge of something new, something thrilling and a little dangerous.
James shifted closer to me, his knee brushing against mine. His eyes were dark and serious in a way that made my pulse quicken. “What do you think, Sarah?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper. “Do you want to?”
“I…” I started, then paused, feeling the words catch in my throat. The way James and Mike looked at me, waiting for my answer, made the moment feel even more charged. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the fire’s warmth competing with the flush of alcohol and something more.
James leaned in, his voice soft but firm. “No pressure, sis. It’s just us having fun. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
But the thing was, I didn’t know what I was comfortable with, not at this moment. The familiar safety of sibling teasing and banter was shifting into something else, something that felt a lot more uncertain but also a lot more exciting.
I looked at Mike, whose gaze hadn’t left mine, and I saw something in his eyes that made my heart beat. There was a vulnerability mixed with desire, and I realized that this wasn’t just a game for him—it was something more.
The silence stretched, the crackling of the fire the only sound in the room, as I weighed my options, feeling the moment’s gravity.
Finally, I took a deep breath, deciding to step into the unknown. “Okay, jeez I… I am so drunk.”
James chuckled softly, his eyes bright with a mix of amusement and something else, something more profound. “We all are, Sarah,” he said, his hand on my thigh. His voice carried that familiar teasing lilt, but an underlying seriousness made my heart race.
The warmth of James’s hand on my thigh sent a jolt through me, and I was suddenly very aware of the tension hanging in the air. The room was quiet, save for the crackling fire and the soft hum of the music playing in the background. It was the kind of silence that wasn’t uncomfortable but rather charged with unspoken emotions and possibilities.
Mike was watching us, his gaze steady and contemplative. He seemed to be weighing something in his mind, his eyes flicking between James and me. I could feel my heart beating faster, my thoughts muddled by the alcohol but also by the thrill of the moment.
James, still close, his hand lingering, looked at me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. “Sarah,” he said softly, his voice low and coaxing. “We’re just having fun, okay? If at any point you’re not comfortable, just say the word.”
Something in his tone—protective, almost—made me feel safe despite the uncertainty swirling in my chest. I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice, my breath catching as James’s hand moved slightly, his thumb brushing against my skin.
Mike shifted beside me, his movement drawing my attention. He leaned in, his face closer to mine than it had been all night. The warmth of his breath tickled my cheek, and I turned my head to meet his eyes. They were dark and filled with a depth of emotion that I hadn’t fully noticed before.
He reached out, his hand gently cupping the side of my face, his touch warm and reassuring. “Sarah, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said, echoing James’s sentiment, but there was a vulnerability in his voice that tugged at something deep inside me.
I was caught between them, the weight of the moment pressing down on me, but instead of feeling trapped, I felt… alive. Every nerve in my body was heightened, the alcohol blurring the edges of my usual reservations. This was new, unexplored territory, and I had no idea where it would lead, but I was willing to find out.
James’s hand squeezed my thigh gently, grounding me in the moment. “So, what do you say, sis?” he asked, his voice soft but carrying an edge of excitement.
I looked between them, feeling the electricity in the air, their eyes on me, waiting. This was it—the moment where everything could change, where we could cross a line that would blur the boundaries of our relationships.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “I say… let’s see where this night takes us,” I finally said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
James’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up with approval, and Mike’s hand on my face moved to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch tender and full of unspoken promises.
The room seemed to close, the outside world fading away as we were drawn into the moment’s intensity. The fire crackled softly, its warmth mirroring the heat building between us.
James leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Let’s make this Christmas one to remember, Just like last Christmas.”
I leaned back into the couch as they took off my PJ bottoms; they sat on either side of me and placed a leg over each of their legs.
They lifted off my tank top and undid my bra, I was naked.
“I can’t… can’t b-believe we are doi-doing this again,” I said, looking at James, turning to Mike, “Now you know what we did last Christmas, you sure you both can take me.”
James chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. “Don’t worry about us, sis,” he said, his fingers tracing patterns on my arms. “We can take care of you.” He leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a deep, passionate kiss. All my worries and doubts dissipated as I yielded to the moment.
They both leaned into my chest and took a boob each in their mouth. Mike’s lips closed over my nipple, his tongue swirling gently around the sensitive peak, while James’s hand drifted down my body, his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach before delving between my thighs. The combined sensations of their mouths on my breasts and James’s touch on my pussy ignited a fire within me, my hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers found my clit.
“Mmm, Sarah, you’re so wet for us,” James murmured, his breath warm against my skin. He began to circle my clit gently, the pressure building gradually as Mike continued to suck and tease my nipple. I couldn’t help but moan, my hands threading through their hair as I held them close.
“God, I had to wait a full year for this, you fucking tease,” James smirked, his fingers moving faster now, the rhythm matching the urgent throbbing in my pussy.
He then stopped and got off the couch and got on the floor between my legs, “Mike let her suck you off, I got this.”
He pulled me to the very edge of the couch, my ass hanging off of it as he started to lick my pussy. Mike kneeled on the sofa near my head as he took out his cock and waved it near my mouth.
“Take it, Sarah,” Mike said, his voice husky with desire. I didn’t hesitate; I opened my mouth, letting him slide his cock inside. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I found myself eagerly sucking and swirling my tongue around the mushroom-shaped head of his cock.
Meanwhile, James’s tongue was doing an excellent job on my clit; oh wow, the way he tongued my eager slit.
As James lapped at my pussy, my pleasure mounted quickly. The warmth of Mike’s cock in my mouth only added to my arousal as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him fiercely. I slid my hands up and down his shaft, feeling its velvety texture as I severely sucked his dick.
“Hey, James dude, don’t be on that pussy all night. I wouldn’t mind having a crack at it,” he said, laughing at James.
James lifted his head off my cunt, “Trust me, you can, you can, but first, I am going to warm her up for you.”
With that said, I heard a zipper go and then felt James cock pressing against the opening of my naughty pussy. I continued to suck on Mike’s cock.
James slowly pushed his way inside me, filling me up inch by inch as I moaned around Mike’s cock. They both felt incredible, James’s thickness stretching me most deliciously and Mike’s girth hitting the back of my throat. Their moans intermingled with mine, creating an erotic symphony as they both claimed my body.
James began to move, and I could feel every thick inch of him sliding against my inner walls. Mike’s hips bucked rhythmically as I sucked, the feeling of him driving in and out of my mouth only intensifying as James started to thrust with more force.
The dual sensation was unbelievable; with James’s cock in my pussy and Mike’s in my mouth, I was consumed by my pleasure. I desperately wanted to moan my approval, but with Mike in my mouth, I settled for hums as they vibrated through Mikes’s cock, every time I moaned.
James set a steady pace, his cock filling me up entirely before sliding almost out, only to plunge back in with a force that made me gasp.
Mike, too, found his rhythm, his hips moving in time with James’. He gripped the back of the couch, his knuckles turning white as he thrust deeper into my mouth.
“God, Sarah, this is the best blowjob, argh fuck your good,” Mike moaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
James’s thrusts became more frenzied, driving deeper into me with every stroke.
“Fuck, Mike, she’s so good, just like I remember, your going to love her cunt,” James grunted, his balls slapping against my ass with every powerful thrust.
Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva, “enough fun dude, my turn, let’s swap over,” Mike said, getting off the couch.
“Ok,” James pulled his cock out of my pussy; he then pulled me off the couch, “Let me get her on the floor on all fours.”
James gently guided me off the couch and positioned me on my hands and knees on the floor, right in front of the coffee table.
Mike stepped behind me, his cock eager to enter my wet pussy.
And without further ado, Mike slid his cock into my sweaty wet cunt; I let out a loud, guttural moan as he did, feeling his length deep in my pussy.
My Brother James stood in front of me, “Go on, Sarah, suck it.”
As Mike thrust into me, slamming against my ass as his cock sent bolts of pleasure inside my vagina, I took James’s cock in my mouth. I sucked and moaned around James’s cock, the feeling of him in my mouth only adding to the intensity of Mike’s thrusts.
Sucking off my brother while his friend Mike bangs my juicy cunt hard from behind.
Mike’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust, and I could feel his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate. I matched him, my mouth and tongue working fervently on James’s cock, my lips stretched wide around his thickness, my moans and gasps muffled against his shaft.
James’s own thrusts became more forceful. He was skull fucking me, his hips smacking against my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. I could feel his pleasure building, feel the tension in his balls as they drew up tight against him, and I knew he was close.
Mike’s thrusts became so fucking demanding and fucked me like an angry man with built-up frustration, his breathing so deep and panting hard as he neared his climax. I could feel him swelling inside me, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He slammed deep inside me that much his hips caused my ass to stick on every thrust.
“Fuck, Sarah, I’m gonna come,” Mike groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove into me with such brutality.
A bolt of pleasure surged through Mike as he buried himself deeper inside me, and in the next moment, a hot rush of cum flooded my pussy. Waves of aftershocks radiated from his cock as he continued to pump me full of seed. Spent, he slumped against my back as I sucked James the hardest I have ever sucked a man.
I felt Mike’s grip on my hips loosen as he finished, and James grunted so profoundly and hard in his throat, “UNGH”.
I could feel James’s cock twitching in my mouth, and the next moment, he, too, released a hot load down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Oh fuck, sis, I can hear you gulp that load,” James said as he finally stopped spurting.
Mike finally slid his cock out of my pussy. I felt his cum seeping from my pussy down my thigh.
Later that night, we all slept where we were. We were so fucking drunk and tired after the intense threesome spitroast sex.
