This is part of a multi-part story about a group of college students. The series has a sexual theme which may involve both straight and gay sex, sibling-incest, group-sex and more. It won't contain any content relating to underage sex, bestiality, or rape.
All characters and organisations are fictional, and the events described should encourage the reader to enjoy the story-line, but not to try it (i.e. the incest and unprotected sex are for fantasy only. Don't try it at home.)
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Ben Stevens (BenStevensFiction@outlook.com)
14-May-2022
Making breakfast for her brothers was a daily routine for Sarah Sutton, as their parents were always out of the house early, commuting to work. Sarah didn't mind, in fact she enjoyed the responsibility and the way it put her brothers at her mercy. They knew that if she chose to, she could keep them waiting until there was very little time to eat before setting-off for college. As a consequence, they usually gave her no trouble.
There was nothing special about today, other than that she had woken earlier than usual and had already eaten by the time the lads came downstairs, still wearing their dressing-gowns. Putting their food on the table, where she would normally have been sitting with them, she decided instead to sit on the sofa, which was more comfortable.
The sofa faced the table, and being at a lower level, gave her a view underneath it. As they jabbered away about some mindless computer game, she realised that she had a direct view of them from the waist downwards, as they were facing her. What really caught her eye was the when Alan, her twenty-two year-old brother, moved his leg, his dressing-gown opened giving her an unrestricted view of his cock and balls. Furthermore, it hadn't dawned on him that she could see anything.
She watched with fascination, and some excitement, unable to take her eyes off Alan's genitals, then, to her amazement, eighteen year-old Darren opened his legs, unaware that he was putting his cock and balls on display, too.
Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing. Both her brothers' fully-developed cocks, sitting there in front of her, and Darren's was actually half erect. It was all totally unexpected, but the one thing she was sure about was that she was not going to tell them what she'd seen.
All that day, Sarah's mind kept straying to the thought of her brothers' cocks, to the extent that she even realised she was getting wet. She wasn't a virgin, having been with a few lads before, in what was pretty clumsy sex, but this was an even bigger turn-on; the idea that something about it was supposed to be forbidden.
It was obviously wrong, but curiosity is a powerful thing, and she found herself getting-up early every morning that week for her daily peek at her brothers' best bits.
On Thursday, she had a special treat, when Alan had a full-on erection, right in front of her. He even reached under the table and stroked it a little, thinking no one could see what he was doing. That was all it took to make up her mind; somehow, she intended to have both their cocks, and she was going to do it this weekend, when their parents were away on a team-building exercise with the company they worked for.
Gradually, a plan formed in her mind where she would tease the lads without them realising they were being played. The first step was to leave her bra off, covering her breasts with just a tee-shirt, so the shape of her nipples was visible through the material. At first, they didn't notice, which was a let-down, though she reasoned the problem could be that she had worn a black tee-shirt, which didn't show them off properly, particularly as it was a bit loose. Learning from her mistake, Sarah changed into a tight, white tee-shirt, that hugged her breasts, displaying the nipples just enough to make them noticeable.
Darren noticed almost straight away. She could tell by the way he kept giving her sidelong glances when he thought she couldn't see, but it wasn't quite enough.
Her next move was to pretend she was still a bit tired, crashing-out on the sofa for half an hour, pretending to be asleep. She rolled onto her back, shifting one leg so her short skirt pulled upwards a little, making her panties visible. Squinting out of almost closed eyes, she saw Darren elbowing Alan, pointing at her, with both of them sniggering. The plan was working.
As the morning went on, Sarah noticed both of her brothers taking discrete glances at her breasts as the three of them did the cleaning they'd been asked to do. The time had come to make her next move. Standing at the kitchen sink, she deliberately turned the tap on too fast, knowing it would spray-out everywhere. She swore several times, to make sure she had attracted attention, hearing her brothers laughing at her expense before she turned to face them, in her now soaked white tee-shirt. It left nothing to the imagination, having become completely transparent. Picking-up a towel, she lifted it to dry her face, giving them a good chance to stare at her breasts while they knew her eyes were covered. The towel was an old one, thin enough for her to see through it a little. They were clearly staring.
"Fuck, I'd best go and change. I need to do the washing anyway, I've got no underwear left. Anything you want washed?" That would explain why she had no bra on and would plant the seeds of the idea that she might not be wearing any panties for the rest of the day.
Off she went to her room to change into another tight tee-shirt and removed her panties. Gathering-up all the other pairs she had, even if they were clean. The lads wouldn't know the difference. What they didn't know was that before leaving the kitchen she had left her phone on the table, to record anything that was said while she was out of the room.
Returning with a bunch of screwed-up panties and a couple of bras, she put them in the washing machine, setting it running, discretely picked-up her phone and went back upstairs, to listen to the recording.
"Fuck, I'd best go and change. I need to do the washing anyway, I've got no underwear left. Anything you want washed?" That was her voice.
"No, it's OK." That was Alan, followed by the sound of her closing the door as she left.
"She can wash my fucking cock." That was Alan again, and they were both laughing.
Now Dean's voice. "Did you see her tits when she got wet."
"Yeah, fucking amazing. Thought I was gonna get a boner."
"I got a semi. Had to sit down, to hide it."
"You're always boning-up."
"Can't help it. It'll give us something to think about when we wank-off, later."
She was excited by Dean's words. This was an unexpected revelation.
"Fucking right. I'll bet you shoot before I do."
Sarah thought "Wow, so they masturbate together. I guess with them sharing a room, they don't get much privacy, so they must have given-up trying to hide it from one another."
Then came Alan's question, that she was hoping to hear. "If she's got no knickers left, we might get a view of her gash."
"Oh, fucking jeez. Do you reckon we will."
"We can only hope."
"Quiet, she's coming back down."
So, they wanted to see her gash, did they. That would make things a whole lot easier, as they would be trying their best to get a look at it. The important thing was not to deliver the goods too quickly, but to build-up the excitement. It was a case of sitting on the sofa, for half an hour, reading while the lads pretended to work on their assignments. Now and then, she would shift her leg a bit, showing her inner thigh, but no more than that. They thought she wouldn't notice them looking.
When she felt the time was right, she yawned, stretching her arms and leaning back, causing her skirt to rise-up enough to flash her cunt at them. They saw it, and then it was gone, but she saw them silently look at one another and smile. After more reading, she put her magazine down on the arm of the chair, intentionally letting it fall on the floor, so that she could reach down, to the side, to get it. This put her cunt on display for much longer, without it appearing deliberate. Now she was ready for the final touch.
"Damn, there's no coffee."
"Up in the top cupboard, said Alan."
Sarah picked up a chair, standing on it to reach up into the cupboard. That was when Darren raced across, offering to hold the chair, to keep it stable. She thanked him, as she rummaged in the cupboard, knowing he was looking up her skirt. When she stepped down, holding a jar of coffee, he offered to put the chair away, trying not to make it obvious that he was using it to hide an erection. It wasn't long before both the lads disappeared up to their room.
When she heard the bedroom door close, Sarah crept up the staircase, careful not to make a sound. Once on the landing, she entered her own room, which was next to theirs, putting an ear to the wall to listen to any activity.
The first voice she heard was Alan's. "Your cock looks so fucking stiff today."
"I thought my balls were gonna burst when I saw her minge. I could even smell it."
"You lucky fucker. I should have grabbed that chair."
"First come, first served. Anyway, you had a good look at it when she was on the sofa."
"It was staring right at us. I'll tell you, I wanted to lick her out, there and then."
"Slow down, bro. This is the best fuck fucking wank we've had in ages."
"Yeah, think of that cunt, smiling at us."
It was now or never. She had to strike while the iron was hot. Taking deep breath, Sarah pushed the door open and strode into their room, taking-in the sight of her brothers sitting on their beds, facing one another, with their underwear around their ankles, masturbating.
"What the fuck," Darren shouted, trying to cover himself.
"Get out," yelled Alan, so stunned that he hadn't even thought to hide his erection. She ignored him.
"Oh, spoil the wank of a lifetime, did I?"
"It's not what ..."
She cut Darren off. "Yes it is. When you both get horny, you come up here and have a wank together."
They were getting angrier, so she decided to get to the point. "Don't deny it. Oh, and I know you were wanking-off, thinking about me."
"In your dreams," Alan lied.
"I just wondered why I've never been invited to any of these little intimate get-togethers."
Darren spoke, but it hadn't registered. "You what?"
"Just a minute," Alan asked. "You mean why have you never been invited to watch us toss-off? I'd have thought that was fucking obvious."
"No, I meant why am I never invited to masturbate with you? Nice cocks, by the way."
Now Darren was on the ball. "You'd do that? Prove it."
She sat on a chair, placed between their beds, lifted her skirt to openly display her cunt, and began to masturbate. Their cocks, which had began to wilt, soon sprang back up.
"Fucking Hell," Alan gasped, making no attempt to hide the way he was staring at her. Darren was already stroking his cock again.
"OK, no point in being shy, lads." In one motion, Sarah pulled her tee-shirt up over her head and off, then let her skirt fall to the floor. She was completely naked.
"Wow," said Darren.
"Come on, guys. You're not chicken are you?"
The lads undressed in front of her, no longer hiding their genitals, which made her clit tingle as she cast her eyes over them. They arranged themselves so Sarah was sitting on Alan's bed, and the lads on Darren's. That way they had a good view of her tits and cunt, and she could see every inch of their cocks.
All three siblings began to masturbate, no longer self-conscious. The lads were excitedly staring between her legs as they wanked, telling her she had a fantastic twat.
Between them, they told Sarah how they had first started masturbating together, after Darren had walked-in on Alan while he was pulling himself off. Alan had been annoyed, and also frustrated that he hadn't had time to cum, while Darren thought it was hilarious. After some argument, Darren agreed that he masturbated in the room, but hadn't been caught in the act yet, so they considered the idea of a rota. This had all sorts of pitfalls, with it almost being like having to wank to a set schedule, and obviously wasn't going to work. Then Jason had his idea that changed things.
"We know we're horny fuckers, and we both wank. The main problem is that you don't want me to see your hard-on, and I don't want you to see mine."
"Correct."
"But, don't you see? I've already seen yours, and seen you stroking it. If you walked in on me, you'd see mine, and it wouldn't kill either of us."
"Where is all this leading?"
"How about, from now on, we wank when we're horny, whether we're alone or together, in here? Even having a wank together."
After some thought, and still needing release, Alan had agreed. "OK, I'm open to it. I guess we should get the hardest bit over first and get our dicks up in front of one another, then it'll never be an issue again."
"OK," said Darren.
"You first, seeing as you've already seen mine."
Lifting himself from the bed, Darren had stood, facing his brother, opening his pants and letting them drop to his ankles along with his boxers. With his cock and balls on display, he said "Alan, meet my cock," then began to play with it, stroking it to full erection, as Alan watched.
Sitting back down on his bed, it was Darren's turn to watch, as his brother pulled his pants down, showing him his dick, which was already oozing pre-cum, following the aborted wank.
Facing one another, the two lads began to masturbate, discussing the girls they would love to fuck, and how they would do it. After half an hour of edging, both had ejaculated, and they had agreed that they would have no problem wanking together from then on.
Sarah was impressed, and told them so, confessing that she had perved at their cocks, under the table, for the past week, which surprised them, as they hadn't considered they'd had anything on display.
Shrugging his shoulders, Alan laughed and said "Hope you had a good view, then."
Jason was more enterprising. "Of course, we could do it for you every day, if you were to leave your panties off and keep your cunt on display for us."
Alan thought this was a great idea, and Sarah agreed, adding "We could masturbate together regularly, too." Both lads were equally enthusiastic.
"Have you tried wanking one another?"
They were visibly shocked. "What. Fuck, no." Darren wasn't having any of it.
"Well, it seems silly that you jack-off together but don't help one another."
"Wanking is one thing. Touching is another. We draw the line."
"OK, I'll cut you a deal. You wank one another a bit, and you can both come to my room every night for a week and demand blow-jobs. And I'm not allowed to refuse."
Now they were weighing-up which option was for the greater good. It was Alan that spoke. "So you'll really blow us both, once a night for a week?"
"Absolutely. If it helps, you can have a feel of my tits and cunt now. No strings attached." She had nothing to lose.
They looked at one another and nodded, moving to kneel between her open legs, taking turns to feel her up. As they did so, she reached out, taking a cock in each hand, fondling them lovingly.
Eventually, they moved back to the bed, where Alan sighed, grabbed Darren's cock and started to stroke it. Darren returned the favour.
"That's it, see how good it feels. Touch one anothers' balls too."
After five minutes, the lads decided enough was enough and stopped, but reluctantly agreed it wasn't a bad experience. Naturally, they wanted to know when they were going to get their blow-jobs.
"You delivered your side of the bargain, so how about now? Tell you what, seeing as today's special, I'll blow you both now and then again tonight."
The suggestion was met with universal agreement, followed by the makings of an argument as to who would go first.
Sarah resolved the matter. "Alan goes first, and Darren can lick my slit as he's waiting."
Problem solved. Alan stood in front of his sister, as she licked around his cock-head, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum, while Darren knelt between her legs, lapping at her juices. Soon, she had Alan cumming in her mouth, and repeated the performance with Darren, while his older brother licked her out.
Once both guys had cum, she kissed them, lay on her back and asked them to masturbate her to orgasm. They spent ten minutes, taking turns to rub her clit and play with her nipples, letting her suck on a mouthful of cock, now and then. Eventually, she climaxed, with a loud cry of pleasure, while Alan was rubbing her off.
The plan had worked even better than she'd imagined it would.