55 comments/ 499951 views/ 110 favorites Bunny Huddles By: Spykke Incest is an area that I have found hard to explore in my writing. Simple incestuous sex didn't sit easily in my mind, do siblings really have sex just for the sake of it? I wanted to explore the lengths which siblings will go to help each other with the sexual aspect being a secondary issue. This story is the result. The comments about Serotonin Uptake Inhibitors are true - they really work very well. ----------------------------- My mother once told me that I was an unexpected blessing and much valued for it. I never realised how much pain and anguish I would suffer and cause before I would really understand what she meant. ------------------ Our family was typically middle class. Dad was a successful solicitor and we lived in a large detached house in one of the wealthier suburbs of London. He was a tall, slim, dapper man with a kind nature and a wicked sense of humour. As a result of one of those family in jokes, we all referred to him as "the governor". Mum was a lovely woman. The kindest mother you could wish for and deeply and utterly in love with Dad. Not only were they in love, they had a comfortable relationship that only living together in complete mutual respect could bring. As is often the case, Mum was a complete contrast to dad. She was a short, plump woman with an angelic face. To be frank she was so cute, it was a joy to look at her. This didn't stop her complaining about the size of her breasts and rear, although this was usually in jest – she had long accepted that she was never going to be a size 10. A year after their marriage mum gave birth to triplets - three non-identical girls. Pat, Janice and Mary. The girls had an interesting combination of characteristics that only genetics can produce. All were medium height, dark blonde with full but not plump figures. They simply looked like a thin version of their mother. In terms of personalities they were poles apart. Pat was a serious minded girl with a greater maturity than her two sisters. She was a source of good sense and was always in control. Janice was a bubbly girl, always ready to joke and laugh. Her light hearted attitude irritated Pat beyond belief. "Why can't you take life more seriously?" she would constantly complain. Mary, the smallest and most petit of the three, was a quiet, sensitive, shy girl who was even more beautiful and cute than her mother. Whenever we saw a sad TV programme or film, it would be Mary who would have tears rolling down her cheeks. My sisters were, and still are, a rare breed - the best of friends and we all loved them deeply. To be honest, though, I loved Mary the most. She always had a shy smile and my heart would melt every time I saw her. I dearly wished that she could have been my girlfriend. Having triplets is a major shock to any family and mum and dad were quite determined that their family was complete. That was until six years later when I appeared. My parents had gone to a party where dad had sampled rather too much tequila. I was conceived later that night. I remember many years later when dad suggesting that he would like a drink of tequila only to be warned by my mother about the last time he tried it. His grin and muttered "a lot of fun it was too" in response was hilarious, as was the blush which spread across mum's face. My sisters were delighted about my arrival – a boy to play with. They immediately called me "Little Brother" which in time became shortened to LB – a term which they still use today. As for me, well my name is Mike. I take after my dad in that I'm tall and thin. Life as a kid was great. I had a loving, stable family with three great sisters as friends. Unlike most siblings we never fought. The girls enjoyed mothering me but I equally enjoyed being mothered. When things got tough for me, they would always help me out. We had an uninhibited relationship with the girls and I often drifting into each other's rooms without knocking. I was used to seeing the girls walking around in just their underwear and sometimes naked but to be honest I thought nothing of it. A girl's chest or bum has little interest to a boy of eight. One thing that did make a major impression on me was my sisters' smell. Please don't get me wrong, I'm not suggesting they were dirty or had a nasty body odour, in fact quite the opposite. Let me explain. My sisters didn't use synthetic deodorants or perfumes and they always had a nice soapy smell. I noticed though that there was an underlying scent which I found so exciting. Scientists refer to these as pheromones but to me it was a "girl smell" – somehow exotic and so very exciting. I remember one day when I was six, we were looking in a pet shop window. There was a cage with seven baby rabbits, all asleep in a heap, huddled together for warmth and security. Mary was enchanted with the sight and cried out, "Ooh look, a bunny huddle!" Her sisters giggled at her peculiarly childish turn of phrase. Later that day we were in Mary's room playing when I banged my head. I burst into tears. Mary immediately comforted me and said to the girls, "let's have a bunny huddle". We all piled on the bed, just like the baby rabbits, the girls cuddling and comforting me. We all later agreed that it was an amazing experience to feel the mutual comfort of siblings. "Bunny Huddles" became our way of reinforcing our love and affection whenever the world became too much for any of us. I remember fondly a daily habit that we had after that day. In the evening, when it was time for bed, we would gather in one of our bed rooms to drink our cocoa. We would always have a bunny huddle before we went to bed. The feeling of being cuddled by my sisters was so comforting. I was too young to feel aroused by their soft bodies and blooming breasts pressed against me. I just loved the comfort that their warmth and female smell gave me. We only stopped having huddles when the girls left for university. My sisters were all very bright and went to university when they were 18. Pat studied medicine, Janice studied fine arts and Mary studied accountancy. I was left alone in the house – a very lonely feeling. Not everything in my life was pleasant. I soon discovered in secondary school that kids had a way of finding out other kid's shortcomings and making their life hell. My problem was simple - I had a small dick. The kids burst into laughter the first time they saw me in the showers after games. From that time I had variety of nicknames, most of them mocking my lack of manhood. Every school day was non-stop bullying. Not physical bullying but an insidious psychological attack which filled me with a depression and a feeling of inadequacy. What was worse, I was ashamed to tell my sisters. Only with self control and the help of our daily huddles was I able to hide my shame. I wasn't as smart as my sisters but I did have a natural skill in financial matters and bartering. When I was 18 I left school and landed a job as a trader in a merchant bank. Basically I bought and sold shares seeking to make a profit for the bank. I was good at it, very good. After two years I was earning a huge salary and with annual bonuses had £600,000 in the bank, a large paid off house and a smart car. I also met Judith, one of the typists at the bank. It was love at first sight and we were soon besotted with each other. We were married one week after my 21st birthday. Soon after our wedding Mum and Dad dropped a bombshell. For some time dad had been suffering from arthritis and had been in constant pain. They decided that it would be best for his health if they moved to somewhere warm and had chosen to emigrate to Australia. While the decision upset us, we saw that it was best for him. In any case we were all adults and could look after ourselves. I was a stone cold virgin when I married, my problems at school had left me insecure when it came to my relationships with the fairer sex. Judith also being a virgin helped. Our sex life was great although Judith was very reserved when it came to our lovemaking. Life was great. We had a fantastic life style and we were deeply in love – or so I thought. One Friday I left work early, I had a dose of flu coming on and felt pretty rough. I saw a car parked in my drive as I pulled in but thought nothing of it, assuming it belonged to one of Judith's friends. I opened the front door and immediately heard the sound of voices upstairs. As I went up the stairs I realised that it was the sound of a woman moaning, the sound of someone having sex. The bed room door was open and I peered inside. I could see Judith on the bed, her legs in the air, being fucked by some guy. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed and she was gasping loudly. The guy's hairy arse was moving in and out and I could see his fat dick thrusting into her cunt, just above her winking arsehole. He turned his head slightly and I saw his face. I was Harry Burton, a security guard at the bank. Judith started to come and shouted out. "Oh god Harry, yes... I love you..." At that point Harry gave a grunt and pushed himself deeply into Judith. From the twitching of his cock I guessed he was filling my wife with his filthy juice. I felt sickened and crept downstairs. I stumbled into the lounge and slumped in the chair. A feeling of anger, betrayal and self pity flooded through me and tears rolled down my cheeks. For fucks sake! I loved that woman how could she do this to me? I don't know how long I sat there but I finally heard then come downstairs and Judith let Harry out the house. I heard a gasp of surprise as she saw my car on the drive. "It's Mike's car," she gasped. "Do you want me to come in and talk to him?" Harry asked. "No you go, I'll deal with it," she replied. The door closed and Judith came into the lounge. She was wearing a long tee shirt which just covered her crotch. I could see a glistening trail of juice which had oozed down her thigh from her cunt. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said in a subdued voice. I was at a loss as to what to say. "Why?" I asked, "I thought we loved each other." "I do love you," Judith replied. "Its just that er... about sex. I er... don't feel anything when we do it. I was frustrated, it was a one time fling." I stood up. "Crap!" I hissed. "I heard you tell him you loved him!" I left the room without another word, went upstairs and packed a couple of bags. Judith was stood in the hall as I left. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Leaving, you whore," I snarled. "My solicitor will be in touch." She was crying quietly as I slammed the door. I had no evidence of her adultery that I could take to court but I guessed that they would be meeting again. I hired a private investigator who obtained photographic evidence of their subsequent meetings. The divorce was a simple matter after that. The house was in my name so I sold it and my ex-wife was suddenly homeless with no income from me. While Harry could give her a good shag, his income wouldn't keep her in the fashion I had. "Fuck her, I'm well shot of her," I muttered, trying to convince myself. I bought a small flat and set about trying to rebuild my life. I kept the breakup secret, not even telling my sisters. ---------------------- If I thought things would be easy I was sadly mistaken. The end of my marriage coupled with the inferiority complex that my bullying at school gave me soon sent me into a depression. Any hopes that the break up of my marriage would remain a secret at the bank were soon dashed. Harry, being all mouth and cock, couldn't resist telling his mates about him shagging my wife and word soon got around. My insecurities soon had me imagining that everyone was laughing at me. I began to go to the pub after work not leaving to go home until was pissed. You don't feel pain when you're pissed and soon I was drinking a bottle of spirits an evening. My flat felt cold and empty so I avoided going there until I was too drunk to care. Naturally this began to affect me and my work began to suffer and I lost my job after a spectacular cock up which cost the bank 20 million. "Screw them," I muttered as I went home. "I don't need their fucking job." I had enough cash in the bank to last me a fair time so I didn't even bother looking for another job. Depression is a downward spiral. It began with my feelings of inadequacy, slowly developed into self pity and finally self loathing. Eventually I hit a deep, morbid apathy and spent my days sprawled in front of my flat screen TV, drinking. My boozing hit two bottles a day and I only left the flat to buy supplies. That ended when I found an off-licence who would deliver. Booze was the perfect anaesthetic. When I was pissed I didn't give a shit. As far as I was concerned the world could fuck off. After a time – I don't know when, lushes don't need a clock – things began to turn to shit. My body was slowly feeling the damage. I didn't eat - food wastes drinking time, and I began to feel rough all the time. My body ached, I had a dull pain in my stomach, I felt sick. One morning the door bell woke me up. I staggered from my bed, the room spinning, my body tired and sore. I felt weak as I staggered to the door. I dragged the door open to see Pat's face briefly before the world went black. Sometime later I felt myself returning to the world. I was lying in bed. Someone was rubbing my hand and I heard Pat's voice in the distance. "Oh Michael... you stupid boy... what have you done to yourself?" Michael? No-one had called me that for years. LB or Mike but never Michael. I felt weary, very weary. "Why the posh name?" I whispered. "Oh god, you're back. You stupid bastard." Pat gasped. I opened my eyes. I was in a small hospital room. Two drips were plumbed into my arms. Pats eyes were red and her cheeks wet with tears. With a shock I realised she had sworn. Pat never ever swore. "Watch your language," I croaked. "You fucking dipshit," she spat. "What the fucking hell were you doing?" I could see she was a little unhappy with me. I felt a chill flow through my body. I felt so tired, I just wanted to slip away and sleep forever. "Turn up the heating," I whispered. "I feel cold. I think I'll take a nap." "No you don't you cunt," Pat gasped. "Oh Jesus, stay awake!" I heard Pat shout for help, the door open, people and people rush in. Someone tinkered with my drip and I felt a sudden warmth flow into my arm and my heart began to pound harder. Some of my fatigue left me and then things went dark. "Any chance of a burger?" I asked as I woke up. I was still in bed but I felt stronger, more awake. Pat was still there. "Welcome back you stupid bastard!" she said, her smile belying her words. "Stop the swearing Pat," I told her. "I prefer the normal you. She grinned broadly and kissed me. Not on the cheek but full on the lips. "Sorry LB no more naughty language. Don't think I've let you off though, you are so going to suffer for what you have done to yourself." A woman doctor in a white coat came into the room. Her name plate announced that she Sarah Morris, consultant. "Oh he's awake is he?" she asked rhetorically. She checked me over and consulted a file. "Good news, Pat," she told my sister. "Against all odds his liver function is almost back to normal and the inflammation is gone. All we need is for him to put on a few pounds and he can go home." "Cool," I told her. "I'm looking forward to seeing my flat." "Oh no," Pat interrupted. "You're living with us. You need someone to take you in hand and your sisters are going to do the job. You flat is going on the market." "Oh god," I groaned melodramatically, "anything but that, even prison." "Listen Mike," Sarah interrupted. "You are the luckiest person I have ever seen. You were so undernourished that your body had almost run out of energy, you came within seconds of dying. Your liver almost gave out and you are seriously under weight. Any more alcohol and you will die, simple as that. We don't know yet whether you will have any long term problems with cirrhosis, only time will tell. You need tender loving care for at least a month. So shut up and listen to your sister." "Hey doc, no need to bully me too," I told her. She fixed me with a fierce stare. "I've known Pat from university days. We've been friends for years and she means a lot to me. I know how much she thinks of you and if I have to kick your sorry arse then I will. Got it?" Her fury shocked me and I gave up any more attempts at weak humour. I nodded weakly in acquiescence. Over the next couple of weeks I was visited by a variety of doctors, the main one being the hospital shrink. High on the agenda was my mental state and my problem with booze. I was finding the loss of my liquid comfort blanket extremely stressful and any assistance was more than welcome. One problem area was the fact that the shrink was a woman. It wasn't easy explaining to a female stranger that I had a problem with the size of my dick. Most women consider that men have a preoccupation with size and I struggled to see how I could convince her that I had a real problem. To her credit she was amazingly understanding and for the first time in years I didn't feel alone. Having said that, I still felt depressed and I was having panic attacks. The shrink prescribed serotonin uptake inhibiting antidepressants. For the first few weeks the side effects made my life hell but after a while my mood lifted. I still felt some depression but the edge had been taken off it. Finally the day came that Sarah announced that I was well enough to go home. "I don't want to see your stupid face here again," she told me with mock severity after she gave me a farewell hug. "And no more booze or next time you'll be dead." "OK doc, whatever you say," I told her. The journey in Pat's car was tense. We hardly spoke and I guessed that she was waiting for some sort of explanation. One thing had been bothering me and needed clearing up. "What prompted you to call at my flat?" I asked her. "It might have escaped your notice but we hadn't seen or heard from you for over a year," she replied caustically. "I went to your house only to find it sold. I got your address to your flat from the bank. I realised with shock that my alcoholic binge had lasted for just under a year. Another silence. "Are you going to tell me what it's all about?" Pat finally asked. "What do you mean?" I replied. "Don't be obtuse!" she snapped. "What turned a perfectly decent guy into a drunken, suicidal asshole!" "Please don't swear," I sighed. "That's not the Pat I know and love." I hated hearing her anger. "Sorry, LB, but I'm so worried about you. Please tell me what happened." I paused. I wanted to spill the beans but I didn't want to admit my inadequacy. I couldn't tell my sister that I was a dickless failure." "I will tell you," I finally conceded, "but it's not easy for me. Will you let me have a little time?" "OK," Pat nodded, reluctantly. "Why didn't the other girls come and see me in hospital?" I asked. "Don't they love me any more?" The last remark was meant as a joke but I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. "Have you looked in a mirror recently?" Pat asked, tersely. I flipped down the sun visor and looked in the vanity mirror. I saw a gaunt, stranger with sunken eyes. To be truthful I looked like death. I gasped at the mess I had become. Pat saw my shock. "That looks pretty good compared to six weeks ago. To be honest, I've seen healthier looking corpses compared to how you looked. Imagine how Mary would have reacted. We had to fight to stop her coming to the hospital." Suddenly the magnitude of my stupidity hit me. I slumped in my seat and sobbed uncontrollably. I sank in a mire of self pity and recrimination. Bunny Huddles "It would have been better if I had died," I whispered to myself. Pat heard me and with a curse pulled over at the side of the road by a bridge. "Never ever say that!" she snapped as she slapped my face savagely. "You stupid bastard! Don't you know how much we love you? Don't you know how much we want to help and protect you? OK if you want to fucking kill yourself get out and jump off that bridge. I won't waste any more time on you. But if you're any sort of a man you'll get a grip, get your brain in gear and get your life together." Her anger was terrifying, I had never ever seen Pat so furious. I looked at her in despair. "I'm so sorry, Pat, will you help me?" Her face softened and she wrapped her arms around me, pulling my face against her soft breast. "Of course I'll help you, you stupid, stupid child, we all will. Could you ever doubt that we would?" --------------------- The girl's home was a large detached house in a wealthy suburb of London. I was met at the door by Mary and Janice. They both hugged me and gave me big sloppy kisses. I could see shock in Mary's eyes but she controlled it well – she had been prepared for what she saw. "Let's give you a quick tour and get your gear stowed in your room," Janice said, her beaming with glee. "It's so good to have you here LB. We are going to mother you to death." "Not a very appropriate term of phrase," I replied ruefully. The house was huge and beautifully furnished with elegant, modern furniture. With three big salaries, the girls could afford the best. "When we bought the house it was run down and split into 4 flats. We got it at a really good price at an auction," Pat explained. "We had the place gutted and completely renovated inside." The house had three stories. On the ground floor were a huge lounge, a dining room and a massive open plan kitchen. The second floor had the girl's rooms, all huge with their own en suite bedrooms. The third floor had my room and a large office cum den. My room was huge and was dominated by an emperor size bed. There was an en-suite bathroom and walk in wardrobes. My sisters had moved my belongings from my flat to my new room. I felt a sense of comfort as I saw by beloved plasma TV, stereo, PC, cd and dvd collection and my leather reclining chair. My clothes had been cleaned and neatly stowed. After the tour we settled down in the lounge and relaxed. I hadn't seen the girls for quite some time and I spent a few minutes just enjoying their presence. If anything the girls had improved with age. They all were stunningly attractive and elegantly dressed. I felt myself having thoroughly un-brotherly thoughts as I admired their bodies. As ever Mary caught my interest most. She wore tight designer jeans and a white T shirt with "Hug me" written on the front in pink lettering. Her wavy deep blonde hair cascaded around her sweet face. She noticed my staring and blushing slightly gave me the sweetest smile. She hopped onto the couch beside me and snuggled against my shoulder. "Hi LB," she whispered, "I've missed you." There was a tenseness in the air, I could see that my sisters were finding it difficult to begin a conversation. "Ok, girls, you don't need to tiptoe around me," I said, deciding to get things into the open. "The simple fact is that I'm a complete fuck up. I couldn't keep my wife, I screwed up my job, I damn near killed myself. I'm a complete waste of space and I know it. I crave booze every waking day and I need little white pills to keep sane. Those are the facts which relate to your little brother. I've changed and not for the best." "But why?" Mary asked, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please, can you give me some time?" I begged. "I feel utterly knackered and my mind is a mess. I'll explain soon, I promise." "OK," Mary replied with a wan smile. I dragged my weary body up to my room and fell on the bed. I slept for 24 hours. The next week followed the same pattern: sleep, eat, bathroom, sleep eat, bathroom ... As time progressed I felt stronger and my mood improved as my antidepressants worked their magic. Finally one day I got up, showered, shaved and dressed. The girls were in the kitchen eating breakfast. "I'd like to talk," I told them. Mary poured me a coffee and we went into the lounge. They sat looking at me expectantly. It was crunch time. I felt a weight of defeat fill my mind. "This is difficult for me," I told them. "very difficult." I pondered how to begin. "Pat are you a virgin?" I asked. She looked at me aghast. "Well, it's not the sort of question I would expect you to ask, but no, if you must know, I'm not," she replied coldly. "OK, and have you slept with many men?" She stood up angrily and made to leave. "Please bear with me," I asked, "you'll understand soon." She sat down again. "Around ten or so," she replied momentarily. "And what size cock did you enjoy most?" She blushed and thought for a moment. "There was one with a pretty big one, who was very good. I didn't measure it but maybe this long," she replied holding her hand about 6 or 7 inches apart. "Thank you. And what about you Janice?" "Oh I've lost count," she grinned. Nothing threw her composure. "My favourite was Barry, he had a huge one. It had to be a good 8 inches." "And you Mary?" Mary blushed and looked very uncomfortable. "I'm still a virgin," she replied quietly, looking very embarrassed. I felt like a total bastard. "Sorry I asked you that," I told her and gave her a hug. She gave a small smile of forgiveness. I took a deep breath. "The reason I asked you is simple. The cause of everything is the simple fact that my cock isn't even four inches long. So now you know." I slumped in my chair feeling miserable. There was an embarrassed silence. I looked at the girls faces, waiting for the laughter which normally came when people discussed my tiny dick. There was none. Mary looked shocked, tears in here eyes. Janice gave a slight smile but quickly controlled herself. Pat just stared at me in her usual controlled way. "So that's it? Dick trouble?" Pat finally asked. "Sounds like bullshit, give us the whole story." "OK, you asked for it," I told them. Over the next hour I gave them a blow by blow account of everything. The crap I got at school, the sight of another guy filling my wife with his cock and my descent into oblivion. I spared no detail, I was brutal, I wanted them to feel my pain." I finally subsided into silence, drained. "Oh shit, you poor boy," Janice finally responded. "Why didn't you tell us?" Pat asked. Mary just sat quietly, her tear wet face white. "I don't know," I replied. "I felt alone, telling someone that you're an inadequate failure is difficult. You didn't like me asking you if you were virgins, imagine how it would feel for me to talk to you about my tiny dick." I felt drained but somehow relieved. I dragged myself to my feet. "I'm going to have a nap," I told them. "I'm feeling very tired." Once in my room I pulled off my clothes, dragged on my pyjamas and lay on the bed. I was asleep in seconds. ------------------ "You won't sleep tonight at this rate," I heard Pat telling me. I opened my eyes to see it was dark outside the window and my bedside lamp was on. My sisters stood by my bed. All were holding mugs of cocoa and were dressed in their pyjamas. "Remember our little daily ritual?" Janice asked me. I smiled at her, remembering. "Oh yes, those were the days," I sighed. "Young and carefree." The girls sat on my bed and we chatted as we sipped our bed-time drinks. It was strange to see these women sat by me in their night-things, hardly something you would expect. What was more intriguing was how their choices suited their personalities. Pat wore deep purple silk pyjamas which were understated and elegant. Janice wore tight, scarlet pyjamas with white lace edging and a deep cut neckline which revealed her ample cleavage. Mary's were white with pink rabbits printed on them. She also wore white fluffy slippers in the shape of rabbits. Janice noticed me looking at Mary's slippers and quipped; "Only Mary could get away with wearing those." Mary smiled and gave a short giggle. "LB, we've been thinking about what you told us earlier," Mary said, more seriously. "We're all so sorry for what you've been through but we're also sad that we couldn't help you. We would like to help now, would you like a bunny huddle?" I choked up, and nodded – not trusting my voice. Within seconds my beautiful sisters had laid on the bed and wrapped their arms around me in a warm comforting cocoon. Their warm woman-smell and the softness of their bodies was like a comfort blanket, I felt safe and secure once more. --------------------- The sun was shining through the window when I awoke. Something seemed odd and it took me a moment to realise that my sisters were still in the bed with me. We had all fallen to sleep during our huddle. Mary was pressed against my back, her face buried in my neck and her arm wrapped tightly over my chest. Janice's arm lay lightly across both of us and I guessed she laid against Mary's back. Pat lay on her side facing me. A button on her pyjama top had unfastened and her large, round breast had slipped out. Her nipple was large and pink against the contrast of her pale skin. Her breast looked full and inviting. While a small voice in my mind told me that I shouldn't be looking at my sister, I couldn't look away. I quietly studied her flesh, the way her breast moved with every breath, each wrinkle of her nipple. My ex-wife had had small, B cup breasts which were attractive but didn't enflame me. My sister's breast was altogether a different matter – it was hugely arousing. After a while I realised that Pat was awake and was watching me with a slight smile. She lifted her hand to her chest and touched her breast. I thought she was going to cover it but she lowered her hand again. "Enjoy the view LB, you deserve it," she mouthed at me. "We all love you." With a smile she turned over so that her back pressed against me. I draped my arm over her waist and closed my eyes. After a moment I felt Pat take my hand and gently slide it into her pyjama jacket. In a moment my hand was cupping her warm, soft breast. "Oh shit!" I thought, "I'm holding my sisters tit!" I tried to move my hand away but Pat held onto my wrist tightly. "Leave it there and enjoy," she whispered. Soon I drifted off to sleep. ---------------------- "Do you make a habit of groping your sister's boobs?" I was awoken by Janice's voice. She was holding out a mug of coffee, a huge grin across her face. I realised my hand was still inside Pat's pyjamas. Again I tried to take it out. "Leave it," Pat sleepily told me. "It's nice." What with the booze and my mental problems, I hadn't had an erection in months. I realised much to my surprise that my cock was fiercely erect and poking Pat in the back. Janice wasn't slow to notice. "That cock doesn't look too small to me," she giggled. "Roll him onto his back." Pat and Mary grabbed me and pulled me onto my back. Janice gave a giggle and hauled down my pyjama pants. My cock lay flat against my belly, pulsing with every heart beat. To my shock Janice grabbed it in her tiny hand. "Hmmm, I've seen longer," she said, "but not many fatter. Believe me LB, that is a nice cock." She quickly slipped off her pyjamas. Janice's body was beautiful. She had a slight plumpness and large breasts which could have come straight out of a masterpiece by Rubens. She climbed over me and gently eased my cock into her body. Her crotch was soaked with juices and I slid into her smoothly. Her eyes opened wide with pleasure as she stretched to accommodate my cock. Her warm, wet flesh gripped me firmly. "Judith must have a cunt like a bucket if she couldn't feel this," Janice gasped. "This feels wonderful." It certainly did feel good but it was wrong. I couldn't fuck my sister. "We can't do this," I told Janice. "This isn't right." "Shut up LB," Pat hissed. "You need help and we are the girls to do it. No-one else knows what happens in this house, they don't need to know. We love you and we'll do what we can to help you. Now shut up and get well." Janice began gently rotating her lower body, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone and moving my cock in and out only an inch or so. Her face had become flushed and the same redness was spreading down her neck and upper chest. "Damn, LB, this is bloody marvellous," she gasped. "I can feel every ridge and wrinkle on that cock of yours." Judith had always been pretty passive in bed, being content to lay on her back and let me use the basic missionary position. To experience a woman who knew how to get the best out of sex was a revelation. Janice never stopped moving simply varying her movement and speed so as to coax the two of us towards orgasm. "Oh fuck, LB, I hope you're with me cos I going to come," she finally gasped. She began long thrusting movements pushing my cock deep inside of her until with squeal she came. Her body shuddered and I felt her cunt spasm and convulse. Within seconds I came filling her with many months of unspent juice. She collapsed across my body and kissed me deeply. I could feel her racing heart pounding against my chest. Finally I knew what a female orgasm was really like. Suddenly I knew how false my sex life with Judith had been. After five minutes of recuperation Janice crawled off me. As my now limp cock slipped out I felt a large amount of our combined juices pour onto me. "Oh, I'm a messy mare," Janice grinned. "Let me clean you up." She then proceeded to lick my cock, balls and belly clean. "Oh shit," I groaned. I had never seen anything so sexy as Janice as she lapped up and swallowed my jism. "What's up?" Pat asked. "Didn't Judith do that for you?" "Judith didn't do anything for me," I replied with some bitterness. I began to realise how barren our sex life had been. Janice sipped her coffee and spoke. "I'll tell you this LB, I've been shagged by guys with much longer cocks than you who haven't made me come at all. You should be proud of that cock of yours. You can shag this babe any time you want, and I mean any time." I felt a bit of a fraud since she had done all the work but I nevertheless felt quietly smug. "You know, Judith would have run a mile if I had suggested that she swallowed my spunk," I told her. "Hang on LB, don't think I swallow just anybody's gism," Janice retorted. "Even though I'm on the pill all the guys I've shagged have used a condom and I don't give blow jobs. I'm not letting any bloke give me an STD or worse. You're the first guy ever to come inside me and yours is the first gism I've tasted." I looked at her in shock. "I doubt you've shagged anybody since Judith, have you? So I don't reckon you have any dread diseases." "No, I must admit, booze isn't the best sex aid around. And what did you think of the taste of my juice?" "To be honest, it tastes like crap but I'd do anything for you LB." "Sorry about that," I replied, "but you licking my tackle was really nice." "Have you not had it done before?" Janice asked. "Didn't Judith go down on you? Didn't you do the same for her?" "No, she thought it was dirty. I did once try to give her a lick but she was horrified. She said that she was smelly down there." Janice looked disgusted. "Of course we smell down there, silly cow. But with a normal woman who washes regularly, it's the best smell in the world. I've never met a guy who didn't like the smell or taste of pussy. What do you think Pat?" Pat shook her head. "No, each one of my lovers has spent a lot of time giving me oral. I had no complaints at all." Throughout this exchange Mary had been quietly sitting cross legged on the bed. I looked at her. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes looked bright with excitement. "Are you OK?" I asked her. She nodded and whispered, "Yes, I'm fine." "From the wet patch in your pyjama bottoms I'd say you were more than fine," Janice joked. My gaze went to Mary's lower body. Sure enough, there was a large dark patch in the cloth covering her crotch. "Well it was pretty intense watching my sister and LB shagging," she replied. I was amazed. The only strong language Mary ever used was "Oh bother!" "Shagging! Oh my god!" Janice shrieked with laughter, "did I just hear my sister swear?" Mary gave a grin and blushed. "Well I don't know about you lot, but shagging makes me hungry. Who wants some toast?" Janice asked," breaking the mood. We all agreed and hopped off the bed. "Aren't you going to shower first?" Pat asked Janice as she pulled on he pyjamas. "Later," she replied. "Anyway, I like the feeling of LB's juice inside me." Soon we were sat around the dining room table tucking into a pile of whole meal toast. Janice gabbled away with all the latest and smuttiest gossip with Pat adding comments from time to time. Mary ate quietly, sat with her own thoughts, a small smile on her face. I was content to bathe in the warmth of the love of my sisters. "You know Shirley from work? I've told you about here before." Janice began a new thread of gossip. "The fashion conscious bimbo?" Pat asked. "Yeah that's her. I heard that she has just spent £3000 on anal bleaching," Janice continued. "What the hell is that?" I asked. "You know how lots of people have a brown area around their bum-holes?" Janice asked. "Not if you wash it from time to time," I replied. "Fool! Its skin pigmentation not shit," Janice retorted after punching me on the arm. "Why get it done?" I asked. Janice sighed with exasperation. "If you wear a thong bikini at the beach and bend over what do people see? They see a little brown eye. Bleaching means that what they see is nice pale skin." "Assuming you've washed any shit off," I came back. "What do they do?" Pat asked. "You knee on a bed doggie style and the plastic surgeon spreads this bleaching paste on. It bleaches the skin." I winced at the idea of having chemical put on such a sensitive place. "The things you women will do for vanity," I muttered. "No worse than blokes who get cock enhancements cos they think their willies are too small," Janice retorted. Immediately she gasped and put her hand to her mouth. "Sorry LB, it just slipped out, I wasn't having a go at you." To my surprise it didn't bother me. My recent shag with her had eased my worries. "Do you think I need an enhancement?" I asked innocently. "If so, are you offering to pay?" Janice jumped out of her chair and walked over to me. "It works perfectly, leave it alone," she replied and gave me a sloppy kiss. "Right people, I need to shower. I feel an urge for retail therapy in some of London's choice shops." "I'll come with you, I need to get my hair done," Pat added, following Janice. "Are you coming Mary?" "No, I want to wash some clothes," she replied. "OK, see you later," Pat replied. "You go and chill in your room," Mary told me, "I'll clear the breakfast things." I put on some cool sounds onto my stereo and settled down on the couch to relax. For the first time in years I felt free from the constant depression gnawing at my mind. For the next hour or so I immersed myself in my music, allowing the earlier sex, the warmth of my sisters' love and the music to lull me into a tranquil frame of mind. There was a tap on the door and Mary came in carrying two mugs. "Coffee, LB?" she asked. She put the mugs on the table and sat down beside me. "Any chance of a cuddle?" she asked. I put my arm around her and she nestled her head against my chest. For a while we sat, not talking. I loved the gentle pressure of Mary's breast against my body and the fresh smell of her hair. Mary wasn't one for perfumes and I could smell her faint, female odour. Not body odour in an unwashed, dirty sense but an intangible muskiness which was both pleasant and arousing. Bunny Huddles "You smell nice," I told her. "Just soap and water," Mary replied. "I don't like deodorants, they give me a rash." We sat in silence, content to enjoy each others company." After a while I noticed that Mary was shaking slightly. "What is it?" I asked, noticing the tears running down her face. "Oh LB, I was so frightened," she sobbed. "Of what?" I asked. "Of what would happen to me if you had died." She paused for a minute, gnawing her lip uncertainly. Finally she spoke. "Do you realise how much I love you?" she asked. "I know you all love me," I replied. She shook her head in mild frustration. "Do you have feelings for me?" she asked. I had a feeling I knew what was coming but couldn't decide how to respond. "Mary, you and the other girls are the most special people in my life. I love you more than life itself." Mary looked at me in irritation. "God you're obtuse. Have you ever wondered why I've never had a boyfriend?" she asked. I shook my head. "You're the only man I ever wanted, "Mary sighed. "I knew it was impossible but I didn't want anyone else so I never bothered with other men." It dawned on me that Mary reciprocated the feelings I had. "You mean...?" "Yes, you fool, I love you as a woman." "You know, I've felt the same about you for as long as I can remember," I told her. "What?" Mary asked, suddenly incredulous. "I said I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember." Fresh tears streamed down her face. "Oh god, LB," she gasped, "why didn't you tell me?" "Oh come on! For the same reason as you had. I didn't see how it could happen. We're brother and sister!" Mary looked glum. "But I think me being shagged by Janice this morning has changed the game rules," I added with a smile. "You think so?" Mary asked. "But don't think I'm an easy lay," I told her with a smile. "If you want to have your wicked way with me then we're going to do it properly. You will be my girlfriend and we'll go on dates, eat in McDonalds, hit the clubs, a little naughtiness in the back row of the cinema. You'll slap my wrist as I try to put my hand up your skirt and I'll keep trying until you give in. If and I repeat if, you behave yourself, I'll let you sacrifice your maidenhead to me. Would you like that?" Mary didn't reply. She simply squealed and gave me a hug and a long sloppy kiss. I had my answer. "I had better get the washing going," Mary finally told me. "Can I help?" I asked. "Please. Can you get the laundry baskets from Pat and Janice's rooms?" I grabbed the baskets and took them to the laundry room. "I'm doing an underwear wash, Can you dig out any bras and panties?" Mary asked. I began rummaging through the baskets pulling out a variety of pairs of dirty knickers. "I never thought I would be messing about with my sisters' dirty undies," I told her. "As long as you don't sniff them," Mary replied. I can have a wicked sense of humour and I immediately decided to wind Mary up. "What did you say Mary?" I asked with a dead pan expression. "Why would I want to sniff dirty panties?" Mary's face went bright red with embarrassment. "Oh, n... nothing," she stammered. "Are you suggesting that I should sniff these knickers?" I continued. "Can I try yours?" I held me hand out for the panties clutched in her hand. "Oh god, stop it," Mary moaned, squirming with embarrassment. She quickly put the panties in the washing machine. "What's wrong, are they heavily stained? Lots of nasty marks?" "Oh pleeeease, LB stop it!" Mary whined, beside herself with embarrassment. I let a smile crack my face. "Mary, I'm winding you up!" I told her. "Oh you pig!" she squealed in relief. Don't be nasty to me. She threw a pair of her panties at me in disgust. I snatched them from the air and held them to my nose. I sniffed her beautiful scent. "Thanks," I told her. "These smell really nice." Mary suddenly realised what she had done. "Oh, please give them back, they're nasty." "Mary, I mean it," I told her. "They smell lovely. The scent of a beautiful woman." "Really?" she asked, blushing, "Do you mean it? Don't they smell nasty? Isn't it perverted to be smelling dirty panties." "Not at all. You wash every day, your body is clean. What I can smell is your natural scent. Believe me it is very attractive. And it's no more perverted than Janice licking my cock." Mary smiled with pleasure at my compliments. I suspected that she didn't have high self esteem and that she desperately needed reassurance of her sexuality. "Caught you, you pervert," Janice shouted as she and Pat came into the room, cutting off our conversation. "Sniffing our knickers eh?" "Not yours," I replied, "they're disgusting." "Piss off LB," Janice retorted. "I have the sweetest pussy you'll ever have the privilege to meet!" ----------------------- So Mary and I began dating. Janice and Pat viewed the whole arrangement with a certain tolerant amusement but appeared to approve. As for the two of us, we did all the things that teenagers do when dating. We went to clubs, the cinema, to the fairground where I won a fluffy bear on the shooting gallery, walks in the park, a boat on the lake – you name it, we did it. And to be honest, I enjoyed every second of it. My courtship of Judith had been short whirlwind affair. Going out with Mary was a whole different game. We did all the things which teenagers would do, the simple pleasure of each other's company. One day Pat and Janice cornered me. "I don't know what you're doing, but keep it up," Pat told me. I looked at her in confusion. "I've never seen Mary so happy," Pat told me. "She's like a fifteen year old, in love for the first time." "She's been in love for longer than that," I told her and explained what Mary had told me. "Hmm, I always suspected something," Pat replied thoughtfully. "I had this feeling that Mary carried a torch for someone, I just couldn't work out who." "Have you shagged her yet?" Janice asked me. "No I haven't, you smut bunny," I retorted. "Yet!!" "Well you had better do it soon, that girl is gagging for it." "Yeah, she's a girl in heat," Pat agreed. "You can smell it when she comes into the room." "Yeah," I agreed. "She does have a special scent. Then again, so do you two." My sisters grinned at me. "We have to have something to trap you blokes, you know." Janice said, impishly. ------------------------------- It was dark when I awoke suddenly. Something, some small noise had slipped through my subconscious and woken me up. I lay in bed listening intently. There was someone creeping stealthily across my room. I felt the duvet on my bed move and someone slid gently into my bed. I pretended to be asleep, waiting to see what would happen. A hint of woman scent told me all I needed to know. It was Mary who was sneaking into my bed. She lay against me, her arm stretched across my chest and her head in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arm around her. Mary was wearing her fluffy pyjamas and her body felt warm and soft. "Hello LB," she whispered. "Can I have a cuddle?" I ran my hand over her chest, enjoying the warm softness of her breast. Mary quietly sighed with pleasure. My questing hand flipped two of the buttons of her top open and her breast fell out, her erect nipple like a puppy's nose. "Please do me," Mary begged. As I gently peeled down her pyjama bottoms and I smelled the scent of her arousal, I knew that notwithstanding how much I loved Pat and Janice, Mary was the woman I had been searching for all my life. Mary gave a small cry as I entered her body, soon to be replaced with cries of passion. As I flooded her with my sperm I felt complete. Afterwards, Mary wept. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, suddenly concerned. "No, my love," she whispered. "I'm just so happy to have finally joined with you but so sad over all the years I've waited." --------------------- "Well now, what have we here?" Janice asked as she woke us in the morning. "A two person bunny huddle or more?" She called downstairs to Pat. "I think these two have been bunny huddling," Janice grinned to Pat as she came into the room. "Since they're both nude I think LB has been playing hide the sausage with Mary." "Yes he has," Mary grinned back. "And it was very nice too." "First time?" Janice asked. "Yes," Mary replied. "But we did do it three times." Janice giggled. "Oh you smut bunny, welcome to the sex maniac's club." I could see that Pat had a wistful look on her face. I whispered in Mary's ear asking if she minded if I made Pat an offer she couldn't refuse. She nodded at me. "Pat," I began. "I've been a naughty boy with two of my sisters, how about if I make it a third?" Pat gave a grin of acceptance and much to Janice's amusement began to undress. Janice's giggles were stifled as Pat peeled off her pyjamas. Her body was as heavenly as her sister's with one difference. Her crotch was closely shaven. "Wooooo, my straight laced sister has a nude pussy," Janice giggled. "If you're staying, sit down, shut up and watch otherwise you know where the door is," Pat retorted as she got into my bed. "You never know, you might learn how to shag properly." ----------------------- Its been ten years now since my sisters rescued me. Pat married a bastard who preferred shagging his secretary. She left him after three months and came back to the house. "Tried marriage, hate it, ain't interested any more," she told me. Janice agreed with her. "I've had it with blokes. All they want is shag you or have a blow job. Most of them bitch when I tell them to wear a condom. They usually come in seconds. A load of losers." "Yeah," Pat sighed. "We need something more like a little affection with the sex." "Just like a brother can give," Janice added with a wink. And that was that. Janice carried on with her hectic social life but would slip into my bed for a little hard loving when she felt the need. Pat remained the same sensible girl. Every week she would tap on my door for her dose of affection. Mary and I shared a bed every night. To all intents and purposes she was my wife. As for me, I reached a reasonable equilibrium. Alcohol was never far from me – a recovering alcoholic is never cured – but I was able to cope. My mental state returned to normal and I was able to dump the anti-depressants. I started a small consultancy advising punters on investments, just enough to earn a little income and keep me busy. Am I happy? Well happiness is a relative concept but overall I would say yes I am. I am in love with three beautiful women who understand me and are not judgemental. I have nothing whatsoever to prove. More than happy, I would say I am content, and we still gather every evening in my room, in our pyjamas to drink our cocoa and afterwards we always have our bunny huddle. What more do I need?