All characters are fictional; this is an incest fantasy story, and all characters are 18+
I couldn’t wait for the weekend. This week had been tough—finals always were. But what really got to me was catching Marcus, my boyfriend, kissing another girl. I’d planned to surprise him after one of his exams, but as I got closer to the building, there he was, all wrapped up in some girl. My heart clenched for a second before anger surged through me.
I walked right up to him, my voice tight with bitterness. “Enjoying yourself, Marcus?”
He spun around so fast that the girl almost tripped. His face went pale. “Sophie?” His voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”
I crossed my arms, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Oh, I was just coming to surprise you. Looks like you managed to surprise me instead.” I turned away, feeling the burn in my chest as I forced myself to walk away, my heart pounding in my ears.
“Sophie, wait!” he called after me, but I didn’t look back.
Behind me, I heard the girl yell at him and slap him. “Wait, you have a girlfriend? Are you serious, Marcus?”
I didn’t care to see his reaction. I just kept walking, my eyes stinging with tears. How could he? So many questions swirled in my head, but none of them mattered. I had two finals left, and I wanted to finish everything—including him.
Walking away felt like the hardest thing I had ever done. Each step I took felt like my heart was begging me to turn around, to give him one last chance to explain. But my brain, sharp with betrayal, kept pushing my feet ahead. It wasn’t just about the kiss—the trust had shattered in an instant, like a mirror hit by a rock. Once broken, those pieces never fit back together the same way again.
The cool air hit my face, stinging more than the tears I refused to let fall. I wasn’t going to cry. Not here. Not now. But as I put more distance between us, the adrenaline faded. And with it, the anger gave way to something heavier—sadness. A deep, aching sadness that curled around my chest and squeezed tight, reminding me of how much I had cared. How much I had given. And how easily it had all crumbled with just one glance.
I found a quiet bench behind the campus library and sank onto it, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly. Finals were supposed to be the most challenging part of this week, but now that seemed laughable. Grades, exams—they were manageable. Heartbreak, though? That was a different kind of test, one I hadn’t studied for.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I couldn’t bring myself to look. What could he possibly say to make any of this better? Some apology wrapped in excuses, no doubt. I didn’t need to hear it. Not right now.
Instead, I sat there, staring at the trees swaying in the breeze, letting the quiet settle in. I’d always imagined love would be the thing that made me stronger, but in this moment, it felt like the very thing pulling me apart.
It was hard to focus during my last two exams. My thoughts kept drifting back to what I’d seen, to Marcus and that girl. By the time I finished, all I wanted was to get home. I needed space to breathe, to think. Thankfully, my parents were out of town on vacation, so it would just be me and my older brother, Pete. I was relieved he’d be there. At least I’d have someone to vent to.
The four-hour drive home gave me way too much time to think. I’d met Marcus during the first week of school. He was charming, so sure of himself. It wasn’t long before I fell hard, and we became official. Within a month, I gave him everything, including my virginity. But now, looking back, I realized he had always been a bit too full of himself. And there were times when he’d disappear without a good excuse. Was he seeing other girls the whole time?
I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror, wiping at the corner of my eye. I wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to dwell on stuff, but this? It hurt. I wasn’t perfect, but I knew I was cute. At 5’5″ with curves that filled my jeans, people always told me I had a sweet face, with my brown hair framing my big eyes. But maybe… maybe that girl was better looking. Was she prettier than me? Skinnier?
When I finally pulled into the driveway, Pete’s car and another one were there. David, his best friend, must have been over. I didn’t want to face anyone, but I had no choice. I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and walked inside.
When Pete saw me, he paused the video game and stood up. “Hey, Soph! You’re finally home.”
Before I could respond, he was in front of me, pulling me into a warm hug. I just melted into him, feeling the weight of the whole week pressing down on me.
“You got more stuff in the car?” he asked, pulling back a little.
I just nodded, unable to speak yet.
“I’ll grab it,” he said, his voice soft. David gave me a small smile as he followed Pete outside to get my things.
When they came back in, Pete gave me a long look. “You’ve been crying,” he said quietly, his brow furrowed in concern. David gave me the same worried look.
“It’s fine,” I muttered, not wanting to get into it yet.
“If you’ve been crying, it’s not fine,” Pete replied, his voice gentle but firm.
I swallowed hard, trying to hold it together. “I saw Marcus… kissing another girl,” I finally blurted out, my voice breaking as tears filled my eyes again.
Pete hadn’t met Marcus yet, but he didn’t need to. He pulled me into another hug, his strong arms wrapping around me. “That guy’s a complete jerk,” he said softly, his voice full of sympathy.
I leaned into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, and let the tears fall. Pete was always solid—he worked out regularly, and his muscles were firm under his shirt. His arms made me feel safe as if nothing wrong could touch me there.
David chimed in from the side. “What a total idiot,” he said, shaking his head. “He had you, Sophie, and he went for someone else? That’s like trading a diamond for a piece of glass.”
That made me laugh, even through the tears. I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. “Thanks, David,” I said, my voice shaky but better.
Pete kissed the top of my head and pulled back slightly. “You want to go upstairs and clean up?” he asked softly. “We’ll be down here when you’re ready.”
I nodded, grateful for his gentleness. Before I headed upstairs, Pete added in a low voice, “David was going to stay for the weekend. But if you’d rather be alone, I can ask him to leave.”
I shook my head quickly. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
As I walked upstairs, Pete called after me, “You want anything to eat?”
I smiled a little, calling back, “Ice cream!”
I closed the door to my room and collapsed onto my bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I let out a long sigh. It wasn’t Marcus that I was sad about anymore. It was the fact that I had trusted him, given him so much of myself. Was it all a waste?
I got up and stood in front of the mirror, stripping off my shirt and jeans until I was just in my underwear. I stared at my reflection. My body wasn’t perfect—my stomach wasn’t flat, and my hips were round. But I didn’t think I looked terrible. My breasts were full, sitting high on my chest, and my skin was soft. I ran my hands down my sides, feeling the warmth of my skin. So why did he want her? What did she have that I didn’t?
I eventually unclasped my bra, slid down my panties, and climbed into the shower. I spent time washing my hair and soaping up my body. Washing my neglected pussy, now we know why it’s being ignored, as Marcus has probably been too busy boning other girls.
After my shower, I felt the warmth of the water lingering on my skin, making me feel a bit more relaxed. I slipped into snug, black yoga pants that hugged my hips just right. They were soft and comforting against my skin. I chose a loose, grey tank top that dipped low in the front, revealing a hint of cleavage. I skipped the underwear, wanting to feel free and easy. My hair, still slightly damp, clung in soft waves around my shoulders as I padded barefoot down the stairs.
The smell of pizza hit me before I even reached the kitchen. Turning the corner, I spotted Pete and David sitting at the table, already digging into pizza and chocolate ice cream. Even a couple of cans of diet soda were sitting on the table. Seeing it made me grin, and all the resolve I had to eat “healthy” went flying out the window.
I walked up behind Pete, leaned down, and kissed him on the top of his head, my lips brushing through his messy hair. “Thanks, Pete. You always know what I need.”
Pete smiled, looking up at me with his easygoing grin. “Anything for you, sis.”
Not to be outdone, David leaned back in his chair, giving me a mock pout. “Hey, what about me?”
I chuckled, sauntering over to him with an exaggerated sway in my hips. I leaned down, playfully pressing a soft kiss to his head, my lips grazing his hairline. “Better?” I teased, a grin spreading across my face.
“Much better,” David said, smirking. “A kiss from a pretty girl makes everything better.”
Laughing, I gave him another kiss, this time on the forehead. Then, I plopped down at the table, grabbing a slice of pizza. The guys were so easy to be around. There were no awkward silences, just the comfortable flow of conversation that I desperately needed. We talked about Marcus—briefly because I didn’t want to dwell—and then moved on to lighter topics like school and summer plans.
Being the centre of attention felt good. Sitting there, laughing, and letting go of the stress weighing on me for the past week was nice. By the time we were halfway through the pizza and ice cream, I’d almost forgotten all about Marcus and that horrible scene of him with that girl.
After we finished eating, Pete and David insisted on cleaning up. I offered to help, but they shooed me away like the princess I was pretending to be. “Sit, relax,” Pete said, flicking the dishrag at me. “You’re the guest of honour tonight.”
Once the kitchen was clean, they asked if I wanted to join them for a movie. “Aren’t you guys in the middle of a video game?” I asked, stretching my arms lazily.
“We were almost done,” David said, glancing at Pete with a grin.
“Yeah, just cause I was about to kick your ass,” Pete teased.
“Yeah, right,” David laughed. “We’ll never know now, will we?”
I followed them into the living room, and we settled on the couch. Pete sat on one side of me, David on the other. Pete put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. I rested my head against his chest, feeling the solid beat of his heart beneath my cheek. His arm was strong and comforting, and I felt safe for the first time in days. The warmth of his body radiated through me, and I snuggled deeper into him, pulling my knees up under me. David stretched out on the other side, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch.
We scrolled through a few movies, finally picking an action flick that none of us were interested in but would make good background noise. I felt protected, nestled between them. The familiarity of everything made me relax even more, and I smiled without realizing it.
As the movie played, my mind started to wander. I wasn’t sad anymore. I was angry. I was angry at Marcus for cheating, but more than that, I was angry at myself for letting him fool me. But it felt easier to let go of that anger here, surrounded by people who truly cared about me. I let out a soft sigh and closed my eyes, letting the warmth and comfort of the moment lull me into a peaceful state.
By the time the movie ended, I was exhausted. I stretched, yawned, and stood up. “Thanks, guys,” I said, smiling down at them. You’re the best.”
Pete reached up and ruffled my hair. “Get some sleep, sis. We’ll be here if you need anything.”
David smiled softly. “Don’t hesitate to wake us if you need to talk.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, feeling genuinely touched. I gave them both a small wave and headed up the stairs, my feet feeling exhausted.
I slipped off my clothes and slid into a light, silky nightie when I got to my room. The cool fabric brushed softly against my skin as I climbed into bed. My bed—it felt so good to be home, where everything was familiar and safe. I pulled the covers up my chin, letting my mind drift back to Marcus momentarily. But instead of sadness, I just felt anger. Good. I didn’t need to cry over him anymore.
My thoughts shifted to earlier in the night—how comforting it was to be in Pete’s arms. I smiled softly, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in days. With that, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, I woke up with a dry throat, the room dim and quiet. I glanced at the clock—3 a.m. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet padding softly across the floor as I went downstairs for a glass of water.
In the kitchen, I bent over to the bottom cabinet to grab a glass. As I poured myself some water, I heard a voice from behind me.
“Everything okay?” It was David, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.
I jumped, nearly dropping the glass. I turned to see him sitting on the couch, his tousled hair falling over his forehead, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
“God, you scared me!” I breathed, clutching my chest for a moment. “I’m fine. I just needed some water. Sorry if I woke you.”
He smiled, his face still relaxed with sleep. “You didn’t wake me. I’m a light sleeper.”
I noticed then that he had been watching me as I bent over to reach the glasses, his eyes lingering longer than usual. How he looked at me sent a slight shiver down my spine. I just remembered I had no panties on.
I became red-faced. With my head turned, I peered at the cabinet. I turned to face him again. As I reached for a glass, it struck me that he must have seen my entire ass.
I tugged at the hem of my nightgown and exclaimed, “Oh my god.” “I genuinely apologize. I was unaware that you were present.
“Why are you apologizing?” David asked, his voice low and teasing. “I wasn’t bothered at all. Actually, at first, I thought I was still dreaming. And when I figured out I was awake, let’s say it was a pleasant surprise.” He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I felt my face flush immediately, heat rushing to my cheeks. “You’re such a pig,” I shot back, trying to keep my tone light even though I could feel the embarrassment bubbling up inside me. “You could’ve said something.”
He gave a little shrug, his smile never fading. “By the time I realized what was happening, it was over. No point in making it weird for you, right?”
I bit my lip, nodding, feeling slightly more at ease but still flustered. We exchanged a few more casual words while I finished my water, the earlier awkwardness slowly fading into the background.
“Alright, I’m heading back to bed,” I finally said, pushing myself off the counter.
“Sweet dreams,” David replied, his grin softer now.
The next day, I slipped on a pair of light shorts and a tank top, the superb fabric brushing against my skin as I went downstairs. The smell of pancakes hit me when I reached the bottom step, and my stomach growled in response. Pete was at the stove, flipping pancakes like a pro, while David was setting the table.
I slid into a seat, watching them with a smile. But before I take in the comforting smell of breakfast, Pete turned to me, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Morning, Sophie,” he started, his tone teasing. “Heard you had a bit of a… moment last night.”
I felt my face flame instantly, my cheeks growing hotter by the second. “Ugh, don’t start,” I groaned, tossing a napkin at him. “It was nothing, and we’re not talking about it.”
Pete wasn’t about to let it go that easily, though. “Oh, don’t worry, I wouldn’t. But this guy…” he nodded toward David, who was unsuccessfully trying to hide his smirk, “couldn’t stop talking about how his little sister isn’t so little anymore.”
I buried my face in my hands, laughing despite my embarrassment. “Well,” I said, peeking at David, “you can tell your friend that a real gentleman keeps his mouth shut.”
David grinned, raising his hands as if to surrender. “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just saying you’ve grown up, that’s all.”
We all laughed it off after that, the awkward tension melting away as we dug into breakfast. They asked me my plans for the day, and I shrugged. “I was thinking about running, maybe hitting the pool later. Just something to clear my head.”
Pete nodded, glancing at David. “Sounds good to us. If you want some company, we’re in.”
I smiled, appreciating the offer. “Sure, why not?”
After breakfast, we cleaned up the kitchen together. The guys made jokes, poking fun at each other while we washed the dishes, and I couldn’t help but smile. Being home surrounded by people who knew how to make me feel better without trying felt good.
The day was perfect for a run. The sun was warm but not too hot, and the air was fresh and crisp. I felt the muscle tension easing with each step as we jogged the quiet streets.
Pete and David kept pace with me, their silent presence reassuring. We didn’t talk much during the run, but that was okay—it felt good just having them there, like I didn’t need to face everything alone. I kept seeing them look at me from time to time, watching my boobs bounce as I ran.
As we slowed down and headed back home, I glanced at the two of them, feeling grateful. They had this way of making things better without even realizing it, just by being themselves. And right now, that was precisely what I needed.
“Let’s watch TV when we get what you say, sis,” Pete suggested.
When we returned, I showered and put on a summer dress and lacey panties. We got on the couch, and I was between them like before. This time, I stretched out as I laid my head on David’s lap and my feet on Pete.
Pete started absent-mindedly, giving my feet a slight massage. I let out a soft moan as it felt good. As he manoeuvred my feet, my dress slid up a bit more. I realized my entire panties were showing. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Anytime I opened my eyes, I could catch David or Pete staring at my panties.
I couldn’t believe how naughty I was being. This was out of character; I didn’t realize how much I loved the attention. I’d been dating Marcus for six months and hadn’t paid attention to any other guys. I could feel a growing warmth between my legs.
I moved my head a bit, all of a sudden I was aware of something hard under my head. It took me a second to realize it was David’s cock. I was only familiar with Marcus’s cock, and feeling this new one, I almost felt a sense of wonderment. Without thinking, I turned on my side, facing the TV. I could see the bulge of his cock right in front of my face. As I turned, I moved my legs. My dress fell away, and I realized a great deal of my ass was exposed. As I moved, my feet rearranged themselves in Pete’s lap. I became aware that his cock was hard too.
My imagination started running wild with me, imagining Pete, my brother and his best mate, David, taking me from either end and spit-roasting me. I had never had a threesome before; why was I so horny over knowing I make these guys hard.
I began to gently massage my foot along the firm outline of my brother’s manhood.
Pete sucked in a quick, sharp breath. “Oh, Sophie,” he whispered, guilt flickering across his face. His hands soon found my butt, giving it a squeeze through my dress.
“Soph, you’re treading on thin ice,” he cautioned softly. “You’re my sister.”
“Don’t feed me that ‘you’re my sister’ line; you two have been checking me out since I got here,” I replied, running my foot along his leg.
As I spoke, I felt a tingling sensation down my spine, an unexpected boldness surging through me. I revelled in this daring side of me, eager to test these freshly discovered limits.
David then unzipped his pants, revealing his firm manhood. Without hesitation, I leaned in, parted my lips, and welcomed him into my mouth.
David let out a low groan as I swirled my tongue around his tip, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. I felt Pete’s hands tighten on my ass as he ground his hard cock against my cheeks.
“Go on, Pete, stick that dick in your sister’s pussy while she sucks my dick; oh, that feels good, Sophie,” David moaned as I bobbed my head up and down. I felt Pete part my panties and drag them to the side and then felt the head of his cock against my labia from behind me.
I gasped at the feeling of his hard tip pressing against me. The sensation was foreign but not unwelcome. As I continued to take in David’s length with my mouth, I could feel Pete’s cock probing my entrance, slipping in just slightly before retreating. The two of them were teasing me, and my arousal was quickly rising to new heights.
“God, Sophie, you feel amazing,” Pete murmured as he slipped in deeper. My walls stretched around his shaft, and I could feel myself growing wetter and more ready for him. My pussy hugged him tightly, gripping his cock as he pushed further inside me. With David’s length still filling my mouth, I moaned around him as Pete began to set a slow, steady rhythm, rocking in and out of me.
Each thrust from Pete had me pressing back into him, my ass rubbing against his hips as my wetness coated him. David’s fingers found their way into my hair, gripping firmly and guiding my movements up and down his length. I could feel every inch of him as my tongue swirled and caressed him. His low groans grew more frequent, and his hand fisted my hair tighter.
David then took my head off his cock, “My turn Pete.” He said as Pete pulled out. David took off my dress, bra, and panties before laying me on the couch.
He knelt between my legs and hit his cock on my mound, and slapped me with it. He grabbed my legs and held them by the back of my thighs tightly, pushing them down to my chest. As they squashed my tits as he pushed his cock inside me.
I let out a gasp as he bottomed out inside me. He started to pound into me, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.
Pete stood to the side, watching as David took me. He had his hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched. I couldn’t help but stare at it, wanting to feel it inside me, too.
“Oh fuck, is, you look so hot getting fucked; go on, David,. Surely you can give it to her harder,” he encouraged him.
David didn’t hesitate; his thrusts became more forceful, making the couch shake with each impact. He was brutally pounding me into the couch as he fucked me harder.
“Oh god, yes, fuck me,” I moaned as I lay there like a little slut and just took the cock beating in my pussy.
David’s eyes met mine, and he grinned, his face full of lust. “I can give it to you harder, can’t I, Pete?” he asked, his voice strained with pleasure.
Pete nodded, his hand still stroking his cock. “Definitely. She’s fucking loving it. Look at her taking it. Don’t worry, sis, we will take turns on you, what you say.”
I couldn’t get the words out with the impact of David slamming into me harder and rough. But I tried to answer him anyway, “I-I can’t talk right now. Just keep fucking me!” I screamed as I gripped the couch cushions tightly, my knuckles turning white from the force.
Pete chuckled, continuing to stroke his cock slowly as he watched David and me. “Don’t worry, Sophie,” he said softly, a hint of amusement in his voice. “We’ll make sure you get everything you need.”
Pete’s words only served to fuel my desire even more. I wanted them both; I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. All I cared about was the intense pleasure they were giving me and how good it felt to have two strong men taking control of my body.
David continued to thrust into me, his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy with ease. As I looked down between my legs, I saw a blur of his cock in and out as he went so fast.
“Oh, David, yes!” I screamed as I felt my orgasm building inside me. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, pulling him deeper into me with each thrust.
Pete’s eyes widened in surprise as he watched me come undone beneath David. He moved closer to us, reaching out to touch my tits as they bounced with each impact of David’s cock against my cervix.
His fingers found my hard nipples and began teasing them roughly, twisting and pinching them until I cried out in pleasure-pain mingled together. “Oh god,” I gasped between moans as the dual sensations overwhelmed me entirely. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” David groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic and very demanding as he full-on pounded my cunt.
David’s harsh grunts filled the air as he thrust into me; I could hear him sucking in and deep breathing out. He was trying his damndest not to blow his load.
“Ungh, ungh,” he grunted, picked up total speed, and slammed me hard. I couldn’t catch my breath. My pussy exploded and erupted worse than the yellow stone volcano over his cock and the couch.
As David’s orgasm finally hit, he let out a guttural roar, his cock pulsing deep inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky load. I could feel each spurt of his cum, coating my insides as he continued to thrust through the aftershocks of his climax.
Has he pulled his cock out of me? I didn’t get a chance for a breath as Pete climbed on top of me and slid into my sloppy cum stained pussy.
“My god, sis, I’m going to fuck you so hard now,” Pete growled, his eyes wild with desire as he thrust into me. I could feel the difference in his size immediately, his cock filling me even more than David’s had.
Pete set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against mine as he fucked me with a raw, primal need. Watching between my legs again, but this time it was my brother’s cock sliding in and out of my soaked cunt.
As Pete pounded into me, I could feel the pressure building inside me once again. My pussy clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper into me with each thrust. I was on the edge, ready to tumble over once more.
“Oh, Pete, yes!” I moaned hard as I felt my orgasm building inside me.
He pulled his cock out and flipped me over onto my belly, and he raised my ass, and he pushed back into my pussy.
Pete’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he began to pound into me from behind. With each thrust, he slammed into me, filling me and setting off fireworks inside me. I could feel my orgasm building once more, ready to explode.
“Oh god, Pete, yes!” I moaned and moaned, my face pressed against the couch cushions as he fucked me harder and faster.
“You should give her nasty cunt a rub while you fuck it, Pete; she fucking loves that, don’t you, Sophie,” David said, putting ideas into my brother’s head.
Pete didn’t hesitate, his hand sliding down to my pussy, his fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles. I cried out in pleasure, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. I could feel myself clenching around Pete’s cock, my pussy milking him for all he was worth.
“Fuck, Sophie, you’re so tight,” Pete groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he, too, neared his climax.
“Oh, Pete, I’m gonna cum again,” I moaned, my voice muffled against the couch cushions.
Pete’s fingers continued to work my clit, pushing me over the edge once more. I could feel my pussy spasming around his cock, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm.
Pete’s thrusts became erratic, and I could feel him growing closer to his climax. “Oh, fuck, Sophie, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he slammed into me one last time.
With a final, powerful thrust, Pete’s cock cum, and he kept fucking me until his balls were empty. After a little while, he finally pulled his cock out of my warm pussy.
The three of us sat down on the couch; I gave my pussy a little rub. “Bloody hell, you two, you sure know how to make a girl happy.”
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I murmured, a small smile on my lips.
Pete chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Neither can I, but I’m not complaining.”
David grinned, leaning back against the couch. “Same here. That was… incredible.”
I laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. “I’m glad you both enjoyed it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so satisfied.”
The silence grew comfortable as the three of us sat there, and I felt a sense of belonging. I had never been this close to my brother and his best friend, but at that moment, I knew I could trust them completely.
“You know, we should do that again sometime, fucking love you on the end of my dick,” Pete suggested, his voice casual.
I raised an eyebrow, feeling a spark of excitement. “Are you sure about that?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
Pete nodded, his eyes meeting mine. “Absolutely. You’re my sister, but you’re also a beautiful, sexy woman. And if you want to explore that side of yourself, best pussy I have ever fucked. Also, why does whatever is wrong and bad make it more intense and enjoyable?”
David nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving mine. “I feel the same way. If you want to continue this, I’m happy to oblige. Watching you, Pete, at the end fucking your sister, hot dude.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—my brother and his best friend were offering to continue exploring this new side of me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help the excitement building inside me.
“Hello, I am here, you know,” I said as I giggled. I was listening to them and how they talked about me, and I liked it.
“I’m glad to hear that,” I replied, smiling back at them. “And just to be clear, this stays between us. I don’t want anyone else to know what happened here tonight.”
Pete nodded solemnly, “Of course, Sophie, you have my word on that. This is something just between us, one hell of a dirty sin.”
David agreed, “Mine too; I’ll keep it secret, make it our dirty little secret, just us.”
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had never experienced anything like that before, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. I had just had a threesome with my brother and his best friend, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of my life.
