At one point, after Brad pulled out of my mouth and was moving, I went to take the blindfold off, but a hand stopped me. I was moved by Brad’s gentle guidance, getting onto my hands and knees. My pussy was soaked, and I wanted to be fucked. Tyler moved, on his knees in front of me from what I could gather, and held me by the back of the head as he guided his cock into my mouth once more.
Brad was gentle, situated behind me. He took me by the hips, pulled me backward. The head of his swollen cock pressed on my wet slit. And then he was inside me, pulling me back more, filling me with his massive cock. He was thicker than his brother was, and maybe a bit longer too. Strange, since they looked so much alike otherwise. His hands went to my ass as I began to rock back and forth. When I went forward, Tyler’s cock slid down my throat. When I pulled back, Brad’s cock slid deep into my vagina. It was more than I had ever experienced, and it was nothing but pure bliss.
Brad reached up from behind me to grab my swinging tits as he plowed me fast. Tyler’s fingers pulled my hair painfully as his dick filled my mouth and throat. I was being used by my stepbrothers, and it made me wetter than I had ever been.
I came again before either one of them did. It came suddenly, without warning, hardly any buildup and then there it was. I moaned around Tyler’s cock. He took my open mouth as an invitation to slam his hips forward, and as I came, he came, spraying a hot sticky load down my throat and into my stomach. I gagged, pushed against him even as my pussy clenched tightly around Brad’s cock. Tyler pulled away from me, his cock hot and slick. He climbed off the bed.
Brad pulled out of me and guided me into a lying position. He lowered himself onto me, entered me again. He went slowly, bucking atop me, his cock rock hard and throbbing as he slid in and out of me. His lips found my tits, sucking on each nipple in turn. His hand was in my hair, holding it, pulling it slightly. Tyler must have left. It was just the two of us. I came again.
He came shortly after that. He wanted to kiss me, I could tell, but I had just blown his brother, and he wouldn’t. He kissed my neck instead, and then he was grunting, and his cock jumped inside me as he filled me. He pulled away. I lay there.
Ten minutes later I took off the blindfold. I was alone. I padded out, nude, into the living room. Tyler was there, watching TV, sitting in his boxer shorts. Brad wasn’t there.
“You guys are kinky,” I said. Tyler looked at me. He didn’t speak. I went back into the bedroom and slept.
I cornered Brad at work a few days later. He had been avoiding me again. It was late. Everyone was going home. He was in his office.
“That was you, right?” I said. He knew what I was talking about. He didn’t say anything. “I liked it,” I assured him.
“You’re fucking my brother. You’re my stepsister. We’re related.”
“Not by blood,” I said. Not able to stop myself, I went around his desk and leaned down so I could kiss him. I was wearing a skirt. Tyler had fucked me in the elevator that morning. I hiked the skirt up and sat on Brad’s lap. We kissed, he got hard, I got wet. We fucked in his chair.
5
Days turned to weeks, which turned to months. I was seeing Brad and Tyler. They both gave me different things, but neither relationship grew too much since I was their stepsister. I was pretty sure they both knew I was fucking the other. Tyler was rough and fun and left me panting in a pool of my own sweat. Brad was gentle and sweet and made me come with his tongue almost every time I saw him before making me come again with his cock.
I fell for both men. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. And then, a miracle.
My mother. Their father. Divorce.
I hadn’t been speaking to my mom a lot. I was busy. Work kept me busy. Screwing the two brother’s kept me busy. I knew the marriage wasn’t what she had wanted, but I didn’t know it was so close to being done.
It was still strange between us, Tyler and Brad and I. We could have a relationship now, well one of the two and I, but it would still be weird. They still lived in the public eye. People would talk. But Tyler was wild. He didn’t seem to care.
I got caught up in him, and I stopped seeing Brad as much. Tyler and I went out. We started dating. People took notice. I didn’t care, and he didn’t care. I was wined and dined. I got expensive gifts. The rest of the ad team resented me, but then Tyler went to work in another department. I wanted to make it on my own and not have people talking behind my back.
People ridiculed Tyler. It was in a couple of magazines. His one-time stepsister. Dating. But it didn’t last long. I didn’t flaunt my relationship with Brad in front of Tyler, but I couldn’t stop seeing the gentler brother altogether. He gave me something I didn’t get from Tyler.
Tyler could be cold and callous and mean. Brad never was.