0 comments/ 172691 views/ 32 favorites My Hot Brothers By: jerryl50 A friend dropped me off from the local community college, and I waved as she drove away. I noticed my two brothers were home already, and guessed that the heavy rains had put their soccer practice on hold. I went through the front door, down the hall, and into the kitchen. I had to smile, because the boys had obviously had their after-school snack, because a couple of dishes and empty soda cans were still on the table. I could hear music pounding from the den down in the basement. I took my book bag upstairs to my room, and peeled off the sweater I had worn to school. It was too warm in the house. My breasts were uncomfortable under the bra so I chucked that too, letting my generous 36C boobs dangle. Sighing with relief, I shucked off my skirt. I found some jeans and a tee, and slipped into them, letting my bare feet wiggle in the thick warm carpet. I glanced at my reflection in my dresser mirror, and was pleased. Though not quite 20, I thought I looked pretty good. My breasts were nice and round, even without a bra. My waist was slim, and I thought I had a great looking ass in jeans, and some of the boys at school had voiced a similar opinion. I liked being a girl, and blew my reflection a kiss. Then I headed to find the boys. The soft, well-worn tee felt good on my nipples, and the denim was comfortably soft against my thighs. I opened the door to the basement, and grinned at the blast of rock music that greeted me. My bare feet made no sound on the steps going down, not that it mattered. The twins had the music jacked up so loud, a heard of charging rhinos wouldn't have been noticeable. The stairs made a turn about three-quarters of the way down, and came into the back of the den. We had a pool table, stereo, TV and a videocassette player. There was also a wet bar along one wall in front of a big mirror. Another wall was adorned with posters old and new around a dartboard. The far wall had a fireplace, and the mantle was covered with our trophies and awards from various sporting activities and school successes. As I rounded the turn on the landing where the stairs turned, I stopped dead in my tracks. Even though the stereo was blaring, the TV was on. My two brothers, Jamie and Johnny, are identical twins, although my Mom and I can tell them apart. At eighteen, they are six feet tall and weigh nearly 180 pounds each, with broad shoulders, clear blue eyes, and dazzling smiles, they are among the best looking guys in school. All the girls tease me about my little brothers, and suddenly I understood why. The twins were sprawled on the sofa intently watching the screen. They were watching a porn video. On the screen, a red-haired girl was on her back with one guy between her legs, while another guy was feeding his ample cock into her scarlet lips. In the background, several other guys whose faces you couldn't see were stroking their ample equipment apparently waiting their turns. But that wasn't what caused my face to flush, or my nipples to harden under my tee and my crotch to suddenly go damp with excitement. In the mirror behind the bar, I could see my brothers sprawled on the sofa, their jeans down around their ankles. Two huge stiff cocks sprang up from a nest of darker blond pubic hair. I hadn't seen my brothers naked in a long time, not since they were babies. And I can't really say that I'd noticed the bulges they carried under their jeans. As I watched, my brothers were slowly stroking those big dicks while they watched the action on the screen. "Ah man," Jamie groaned, stroking his huge member slowly, letting his thumb spread precum over the swollen purple mushroom of his dick head. "Look at her suck that dick. Don't you know that's got to be great?" "You know it," Johnny agreed, his voice just as husky. "And god, wouldn't I love to be eating that juicy pussy." He arched his back, his fist tightly moving up and down his slick member. I gazed in rapture at those two dicks being methodically stroked and pulled. My mouth watered at what they might taste like, sliding over my tongue. How great they would feel, poised at my wet pussy hole before the final plunge into me. I bit my lip as I felt a sharp pinch on my nipple. Without realizing it, I had let a hand slide up my tee to fondle my now aching tits. My nipples were sharply defined points under the soft cotton tee. Moreover, the comfortable jeans were now chaffing at my swelling pussy, and I could feel moisture seeping into the thick denim, in spite of my panties. A thrill of forbidden lust ran through me. But the sight of those two gorgeous dicks, just begging to be sucked and fucked was too much for me. I went down the stairs and stood in front of my startled brothers. "Holy shit, Marion," Johnny cried, trying to cover himself with his hands. "What the hell are you doing down here?" "Dammit, Sis," Jamie muttered, fumbling for his jeans. "Why do you have to always fuck up everything." I laughed at their discomfiture. I couldn't help it. "C'mon, guys," I teased them. "You know I'm not gonna tell on you." I smiled at them. "Provided, of course, you're very, very nice to me." Their stricken looks were priceless. Slowly, I pulled the tee over my head, and dropped it. I cupped my tits, the nipples pink and round and hard. Letting my fingers trace the circle of my areola, I looked at them. "Wouldn't these be better than those," I asked, cocking my head backward to the TV screen. At first, they blushed furiously. But their eyes showed their lust and hunger. They were too wound up by the video to put up much resistance. Jamie and Johnny each took one of my hands, and pulled me onto the sofa between them. I raised their hands to my breasts, and let my head fall back with a sigh as they began to caress and stroke my ripe globes. Then I reached and took a hard cock in each hand, flushing with excitement as my fingers closed over their turgid tools. My eyes closed as I began to stroke their straining dicks. "Kiss them," I urged my brothers. Suddenly, two pairs of lips were on my naked breasts. I almost fainted from the intensity of the sensations as two tongues began to circle and lap my nipples. I felt their hands fumbling at the fastening to my jeans. I let them go, and stopped them. I unbuckled my jeans, and then helpfully lifted my hips as the two eager boys pulled them off my long shapely legs. I heard their hiss of breath, as I was now naked between them. My blonde bush was lighter than theirs. My labial lips were swollen, a dark purplish pink, and moist. "God, you're beautiful," whispered Johnny on my left. Tenderly he stroked my thigh, and I trembled in delight. "Fuckin' A," Jamie agreed, pulling my face to his for a deep wet kiss. Our lips parted, and tongues met. Not to be left out, Johnny returned to my breast, letting his hand toy with my pussy, which was no clenching and unclenching. His finger grazed my clit, and I gasped into Jamie's kiss. "Unnnhhh," I moaned, feeling feverish under the intense sensation of these two gorgeous guys ravishing my body. They weren't experienced, but they were gently insistent. A word or gesture from me, and they were instantly compliant with my needs and wishes. Then, Johnny slid off the couch and between my legs. He buried his face in my snatch, and I cried out as his tongue parted my pussy lips, and began to dive deep inside me. I pushed Jamie back, and leaned over his hard cock. I smiled up at him, and parted my lips and took his cock head between my lips. Jamie groaned loudly as his dick slid over my tongue. I sucked him carefully, wanting him to enjoy it all, but not get off too fast. I had plans for both these dicks. But it was hard to concentrate. Johnny was eating me out so sweetly; I was almost bucking my cunt against his intruding tongue. He sought my deepest folds, swirled inside me, then returned to flick my clit until I thought I'd die of pleasure. The room filled with the wet slurping sounds of his eating my pussy and my sucking his brother's dick. They changed places at some point, and I heard Johnny say her pussy is sweeter than we'd imagined bro. It brought another rush of pleasure to me that my brothers had fantasized about me before. I hoped I could make the reality better than their young wet dreams. But they were too much for me. I could feel a monster of an orgasm building inside me, one more intense and satisfying than I'd ever had. I let Johnny's cock plop free of my mouth, and gasped hoarsely, "Fuck me, baby. Oh god, one of you fuck me." Jamie raised his lips from my flowing pussy and grinned. "Such talk from our sweet sister," he teased. The put me on the sofa and Jamie went first. He positioned himself above me. I reached and grasped his swollen member, gasping at the size of him, and guided the huge head to my wet hole. His dickhead teased my opening until I moaned again, and then he thrust home. Jamie groaned aloud, and I squealed as his huge dick speared me. Johnny was behind me, his arms around me, as his brother's dick rammed home. Johnny was whispering to me as Jamie pounded in and out of me. "You like that, Marion? Oh, his big dick is fucking you so good isn't it, baby? Uh, your sweet pussy just loves to be fucked doesn't it?" "Yes," I whispered hoarsely. "Oh god, yes. It's so good." Jamie's face twisted. "Oh god! Oh god, I'm gonna nut, Johnny!" He thrust hard, paused, thrust again and yelled, "Take it, Mary baby. Take it all! Ugggggghhhhhhhh!" I almost screamed as I felt Jamie's hot climax explode inside me. My pussy was flooded with his fire-hot gism. Jamie thrust into me, again and again, each thrust ending with a new spurt of his sweet boy cum. Quickly, he pulled his wet cock from my dripping cunt. Johnny carefully took his place, and sank his huge dick in to my yawning, and now oozing snatch. "Sloppy seconds," he teased breathlessly, beginning to thrust hard and fast. "Next time—next time, I go first." Jamie held me from behind, as his brother had, while Johnny fucked me. My head was thrashing from side to side. My breasts and belly were burning with lust and desire. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I gasped. "Johnny, baby! Hard, baby. Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum on your dick, Johnny. Hold me, Jamie," I screamed. I was close, close. And I was ready, ready. More than ready. "Oh god, I'm cumming," I yelled. My insides tensed, then my orgasm exploded. I felt as if my soul had left my body in a fiery release of wetness that flowed from my snatch. Johnny thrust again, and another orgasm exploding. My eyesight swam out of focus, and I heard moans and gasps of joy that had to be my own. "Goddam," Johnny muttered. "Gonna shoot, sis. Gonna shoot in your wet snatch." "Yes. Yes. Yes," I pleaded. Johnny's climax set off another huge orgasm in me. Behind me, I heard Jamie's sudden intake of breath. "God," he muttered through clenched teeth. I was vaguely aware of his dick pressing into my back, rubbing from the top of my ass crack into my bare back. As Johnny's hot seed filled my flowing cunt, Jamie shot another load up my back gluing us together with his viscous sticky cum. We collapsed, spent and breathless on the sofa. I was sandwiched between my two handsome brothers. They told me how beautiful I was, how wonderful I was, and I told them the same things. That was six months ago. Now, they're expert lovers and can please me, as I've never been pleased. But the funny part was that as we lay there, basking in our love for each other, Jamie murmured softly, "Gee. I wonder how we can seduce Mom?" But that's another story. My Hot Brothers Ch. 3 After that night with my mother, things got complicated, in a good sort of a way. Mom was like me. If it was a good thing, more was better. I had a hard time keeping up with my two stud brothers and my now sexually voracious mother. I had to think of something. Moreover, my activities with mom had brought she and I much closer together. She was still Mom, of course. But as lovers, she opened up more to me. More about her past, and so in a way it was Mom who gave me the idea. One night, while the boys were away at a friend’s, Mom and I had spent the evening naked and making hot sex. We were stretched in Mom’s oversized bed, talking about my father. The one who’d walked out on us when I was two and the twins were babies. “He was a good guy,” Mom said, holding me round the shoulders while my head rested on her ample breast. My hand was making slow circles on her tummy, and one of her hands was caressing my naked ass. We’d just finished sixty-nining each other to a sensual simultaneous orgasm, and then licked each other’s face and lips clean tasting our own cum on the other’s exhausted but satisfied faces. “He was a good guy,” Mom said softly again. “But he just wasn’t ready to be a father. He loved his babies. I really believe that. But he just couldn’t face the idea of fatherhood, I guess.” She leaned over and kissed the top of my head thoughtfully. My hand cupped her still moist mound, and my fingers idly played with her large labia lips. Mom shifted her ass a bit, and her hand tightened on my ass cheeks. “Mom,” I asked, eyes closed in the sensuous pleasure of her nude body next to mine, her hands gently fondling and caressing me. “How was he in bed? Daddy, I mean. OUCH!” She had smacked my naked bottom hard, then laughed. “What a question, Marian!” she said, still laughing. Then her eyes got distant again. “He was great, baby. God, his cock was a thing of beauty. And he knew, I mean he really knew how to eat out a woman. And his hands. Strong hands, and confident. And absolutely sensuous about everything.” She smiled. “Once he made love to my feet. Just to my feet, while I masturbated. He came all over my feet, then licked them clean, then licked me until I couldn’t cum any more.” I giggled, but I could make the image. I rubbed my thighs together at the thought of Johnny or Jamie’s cock fucking the soles of my feet until exploding cum all over me, then licking me to my crisis, as the other watched stroking and waiting his turn with me. I smiled, thinking back to the day I’d caught my twin brothers jacking off in the den down stairs. And how we had spent the summer fucking and loving each other. Then just a few weeks ago, Mom and I had become intimate as well. “And he was playful, too,” Mom went on, unaware of my thoughts. “Oh how he did love his games.” “Games?” I asked curiously. Mom laughed softly. “Oh yes. Maid and Master was one of his favorites. Or little bondage games, he liked those too.” “Bondage,” I asked, noticing Mom’s pussy lips swelled a bit under my fingers as she thought of this. I kept caressing them softly as she spoke. “Like whips and chains and stuff?” “Oh no, nothing as serious as that,” Mom giggled, but her pussy twitched under my hand, her nub of a clit stiffening slightly. “Some restraints, maybe. Oh and he loved to blindfold me.” Mom’s hand tightened on my ass. “He never hurt me, Marian. He was always gentle and loving. But being tied to the bed frame, and blindfolded,” Mom shivered. “A feather may tickle my nipple. Then nothing. Or he might suck my toes for a bit. Then put an ice cube on my tummy. What ever it was, I just didn’t know where it was coming from, or what it would be. Until at last, I was begging him to mount me.” Mom blushed, and I giggled. “Wow,” I said, letting a finger slip into Mom’s now wet pussy, and moving it slowly in and out. “Sounds like you two were quite a pair.” Mom’s pussy clenched on my finger, and I rotated it upward, and found that spongy area in the soft roof of her vagina and stroked it. Mom gave a little gasp. “Marian,” she said, her voice becoming husky with desire now. “That feels so good, baby.” I let my head slide over her tummy. Her clit was fully extended now. I let my tongue flick over it lightly, as I continued to finger her. Her legs parted slightly, and her knee found my mound and pressed it. I opened my thighs until her kneecap was tight against my own damp hole. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of my mother’s arousal. One of her hands found and rested lightly on top of my head as I licked that glorious hairy pussy that had borne me. Soon her hips were moving gently up and down matching the in and out motion of my finger and the action of my tongue. Mom’s finger had found my wet hole, and was reciprocating as I licked slowly and sensuously. Her breath quickened, and I felt an extra wave of her nectar. I stiffened my tongue on her hard throbbing clit, and let three fingers invade her wet folds. She thrust up on my fingers and tongue once, then again, and again. With a cry, she came on my tongue and hand, and my lips and tongue were rewarded with a flood of her sweet orgasmic nectar. As we lay together in the warm fulfillment of afterglow, I began to form a plan. I thought about it for some time, and figured the boys would go for it. If only Mom would, I wondered. “Mom,” I whispered, caressing those ample tits. “Did you and Daddy ever go in for group scenes? Like sharing someone, I mean.” Mom laughed quietly. “Before you were born,” she said smiling. “Yes, we used to enjoy three ways. I suppose I ought to be embarrassed to admit that to you.” Mom kissed the top of my head. Then she lifted my chin. “Why do you ask, sweetheart?” I smiled at her. “Well,” I said, improvising, “there’s this guy I know. I bet they—I mean ‘HE’—would go nuts with a mother and daughter.” I kept quiet for a minute. If mom noticed my slip, she didn’t say anything. “Anyway, if I could convince him to go for it, what do you say?” Mom had been looking me directly in the eye. I really wasn’t fibbing. It was just that I was gonna bring her two guys, not just one. And I’d figured out just how to do it. She smiled suddenly. “You and me and a hot stud,” she giggled. “Do you think he’ll live through it?” “Then you’ll do it,” I asked, just to make sure. “Oh baby,” Mom leaned forward and kissed me hard and passionately. “Yes, yes I will.” I kissed her back eagerly. “But you’ll have to let me do it my way,” I said. “Is that okay too?” Instead of answering me, my nympho mom went down on me again. I settled back to enjoy her expert licking, my arousal increased by what I’d planned. * * * I put my plan to my hot stud brothers the next day. Mom had gone to work, and both their large dicks had spewed hot cum into my eager pussy. My idea had excited the boys beyond their usual levels of youthful horniness, and they’d given me a real ride. I lay between them, their two cocks, sticky and slick from our frenzied fucking, clasped in my hands as I explained what we were going to do. “Damn, Marian,” Jamie laughed, giving my tit a loving squeeze. “You pull this off, I’ll be your sex toy for life.” “Sis, that is so cool” Johnny agreed, his fingers diddling in my cum filled cunny. “it’s gonna be great!” “Okay,” I said, finding it harder to concentrate. “Let’s go over it one more time.” We reviewed the plan carefully, as the boys’ hands and mouths were all over me. Then Johnny took me doggie from behind, while Jamie fed me his hard dick from the front. They switched places two or three times, after I starting cumming, until they finished one on either side of me pumping their iron-hard cocks until I was sprayed in a double stream of hot masculine jizz. * * * The next Saturday, the boys told Mom they were going camping with a friend. We’d set this up, so they’d be out of the house, and Mom would be more relaxed. Also, I’d told mom that my stud (I’d named the imaginary guy “Deuce”) would be over that evening. If things went well, he’d probably stay the night. Mom had agreed to everything. The boys left, as agreed, Jamie almost blowing it by kissing Mom good bye, and saying, “See you later, sexy.” Johnny had dug an elbow into his ribs, and they left. I took Mom upstairs, and drew her a nice hot bubble bath. I lit candles all around the bathroom, and it was beautiful. The soft yellow light of the candles and the fresh clean scent of the bath salts were almost intoxicating. I’d also made Mom a pitcher of martinis, and had that and an ice bucket and two cocktail glasses by the side of the tub. Mom needed little coaxing to relax in the hot soothing water. I helped her wash her hair and her back, and we only fooled around a little with each other’s naked bodies. I also made sure Mom had several martinis, more than her usual one or maybe two. If I didn’t have her relaxed and pliable enough for the next part of the scheme, it would flop right then and there. But Mom was as excited as a virgin before her first kiss. I let her stretch languidly in the tub, and excused myself. “Got some things to get ready before Deuce arrives,” I told Mom, and scurrying out of the bathroom into Mom’s bedroom. It didn’t take me long. I’d set everything out where I would be able to find it easily. Then I rejoined Mom in the bathroom. I giggled as I slid into the water with her. We bathed, and I shaved my pussy clean and smooth. Mom had a fit of the giggles as I shaved away the light blonde fuzz of my mound. “Should I shave too,” Mom asked. I could hear a slight martini slur in her voice, and I smiled. “Oh no,” I said, kissing her quickly as I rinsed the soap from my now bald mound and lips. “The whole point, Mom, was ‘daughter and mother.’ Deuce is gonna love your sweet hairy mound. I just know it.” I glanced at the clock on the counter near the bathroom sink. “Well, we have to get moving,” I said, standing up and wringing the water out of my hair. “Deuce will be here soon,” I told Mom with a wink. Mom was smiling at me, her eyes on my freshly shave smooth pussy. She reached and touched it softly. “I hope,” she said huskily, “that this Deuce is open enough to watch a little girl-on-girl action. Honey, on you that shaved pussy looks lovely.” I took her hand and pressed it against my silky smooth mound. “Oh, he’ll love it, Mom,” I assured her, giving her fingers a little squeeze between my thighs. “He’ll just love it.” I toweled off Mom’s voluptuous body, and helped her brush her hair. She did the same for me, and we both giggled as she toyed with my tits and ass. “It must be the martinis,” she said, her voice just pleasantly slurred. “I don’t know what’s come over me.” I took her hand, and led her into her bedroom. I was afraid I’d muffed it, because Mom took one look, and gave a gasp of surprise. I’d put candles all around the room, and drawn the shades tightly. The room flickered with a soft yellow light, and the scent of various candles mingled pleasantly. The bed had been turned down, revealing the black satin sheets and pillowcases I’d put on the bed. But the thing that really made her gasp were the four restraints securely fastened to the uprights of the brass headboard and to the posts at the foot of the bed. A blindfold was folded neatly on the middle pillow. And on the bedside table, I’d laid out a variety of toys, lotions, oils, and objects which seemed innocent enough but were enough to make my own breathing quicken as I realized now was the critical moment. If Mom balked, the game was up. “Marian,” Mom gasped. “Did you do all this?” We were arm in arm, and Mom’s arm tightened around my waist. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I remembered how excited you got,” I explained, leading her gently towards the bed. “When you told me about you and daddy playing games. I thought you might like to play again. You will, won’t you? I promised Deuce, and you said you’d do this my way. . .” Mom stepped away and went to the bedside table. She looked closely at the objects, her body golden and lovely in the candlelight. She picked up the fat butt-plug, and I saw her ass clench. She sat on the edge of the bed, and crossed her legs. She asked for another drink, and I got her one. She downed it in one long swallow. Then she smiled at me. “You won’t hurt me, darling,” she asked softly, looking down. “And you won’t let him hurt me. I don’t like pain.” I sat beside her and kissed her softly yet thoroughly. She was trembling, but not from fright. “I’ll be right here with you,’ I assured her, cupping a breast and noticing the nipples were already stiff with arousal. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” I promised, pulling on a taut breast and fingering the large brown circle. “Oh yes, I’ll make sure you’re completely taken care of.” I kissed her again, and let my hand slide down the smooth firm skin of her tummy and rest on the soft fuzz of her mound. “We’re going to have a great time,” I assured her. “A really great time.” Suddenly, Mom hugged me fiercely. “Oh god, Marian,” she whispered almost breathlessly. “You are good to me. I love you so much, darling. Just tell me what to do.” I helped her lie back. I tied the blindfold over her lovely blue eyes, not tightly, but securely. Then I fastened the two restraints on her hands, and then the two on her legs. I smiled as I bent over her. I could already smell her sweet clean aroma of arousal. “Comfy?” I asked, tweaking one of her nipples. Mom jumped, and gave a nervous laugh. I picked up a bottle of oil, and opened it. “You’ll like this,” I said, pouring a small puddle on one of her breasts. I rubbed it in, and then blew on it. Mom gasped, and her arms tightened against the restraints. I giggled. The oil when applied felt cold, but when you blew it suddenly turned hot. It also had a peppermint flavor, so licking afterwards was yummy. “Oh my god, Marian,” Mom said breathlessly. “That’s marvelous.” She squealed and moaned as I applied the oil and blew to several places; her knees, her elbows, her nose, and finally, her clit. “Oh no, darling,” Mom squealed, her legs pulling futilely at the restraints. “No, baby. Please, not there.” But when I blew over the oiled nub, it turned bright red, and swelled visibly. Mom gave a throaty groan as her clit went from icy cold to fiery hot. I leaned over and licked it lightly, teasingly. Mom squirmed, the restraints making rustling noises over the satin sheets. I nibbled her toes. I took the whip (really just strands of silk, lightly knotted into a handle) and gently whipped her breasts, her thighs, and the soles of her feet. This didn’t hurt her at all. I’d had the boys try it out on me earlier. It was a pleasant brushing sensation, more than anything else. And around your boobs or cunt, it was more torturing without pain than a cattle prod! I put an ice-cube on her navel and stepped away from the bed. Mom was whimpering in a state of frenzied arousal now. “What is it, Mommy?” I teased her, stepping over to the window, and peeking out. The twins were pulling in the van quietly, and I smiled. They were right on time. In just a bit, the party would get underway in earnest. “Oh baby,” Mom groaned. “Oh god, honey, I’ve got to cum. I have to. It’s killing me baby. Bring me off, Marian. Please, honey, bring me off.” “Can’t have that,” I giggled, rubbing the melting cube over her belly and mound. The melting ice was leaving rivulets of cool water over Mom’s glistening skin. “Oh, I think I hear Deuce,” I said as the downstairs doorbell rang. “You wait right here,” I said happily. “I’ll bring you just what you need in a minute.” I picked up a dildo, and placed it upright between her thighs. Not inside her, because she would have cum in a second if I’d done that, but so it’s length would rub up and down the length of her oozing slit. I slid off the bed, and walked to the bedroom door. Mom was moaning behind me, her thighs squeezing of the fat artificial cock between her legs. It wasn’t touching her clit, and she was writhing against the restraints trying to get something, anything, in her hungry wet pussy. I opened the bedroom door, and there stood my two grinning brothers. They had stripped to the skin in the hall outside Mom’s bedroom, and were gloriously naked and sporting a huge boner each. The boys had heard some of my teasing Mom, and their eyes were alight with lust. Jamie looked me up and down, and his eyes widened when he saw my freshly shaved pussy. He quietly nudged his brother. I smiled and kissed each one in turn, slowly and lovingly. Their arms went around me, and the three of us stood for a moment in long embrace, their hard cocks rubbing tantalizingly on my tummy. I took each by the hand, and led them to the bedside. “Mom,” I said, trying hard to keep the laughter out of my voice. “Someone’s here to see you. Say hello to ‘Deuce’, Mother.” “H—h—hello, Deuce,” Mom managed to whimper breathlessly. The boys stared in fascination. Mom was securely tied to the bed. Her lovely body was golden and glistening in the candlelight. The blindfold obscured her beautiful face, of course, but the rest of her was displayed in lustful perfection to the twins’ appreciative gaze. “Now, Mother,” I said my own voice husky, as I realized what was really going to happen. “What was it you were saying you wanted? Deuce would love to know what that was, I’m sure.” “Marian, please,” Mom whimpered. “Please, baby. This has gone far enough. Please untie me and let me meet your friend properly. . .” I picked up the whip and tapped the sole of her foot with the handle. “Now, now,” I said. “You said we’d do this my way. Deuce loves looking at you like this. If you don’t behave,” I giggled, “I’ll keep him all to myself. And you won’t even be able to watch. You’ll just have to listen, Mommy. Wouldn’t that be terrible?” Jamie and Johnny were trembling with pleasure, seeing their beautiful mother stretched out and tied to the bed. Moreover, the scent of her arousal was plain enough in the air, even with all the scented candles giving off their own perfume. We’d agreed they’d say nothing until I gave the word. And now I was grasping each of their hard cocks, stroking them as I teased the tied and blindfolded woman on the bed. “Now be a good girl,” I said, “And tell Deuce what you really want; what you really, really want.” I took one of Johnny and Jamie’s hands, and put them on Mom’s heaving breasts. “Oh, Deuce loves your tits, Mom,” I said. The boys began to squeeze and knead those ample globes, fingering the nipples and pulling at the firm flesh. Mom groaned, and her back arched. “Now tell him what you’d like, Mom. Deuce would love to hear it.” “Fuck me,” Mom cried out suddenly, pulling against the restraints. I thought for a moment they’d give way, but they didn’t. (I need to add too, that Mom could have gotten free anytime she wanted too. The bands around her wrists and ankles were just cloth-covered foam closed with Velcro. They’d hold against pulling and tugging, but could be slipped off easily if the “captive” really wanted to get free.) “Fuck me,” Mom said again, her voice desperate with need and desire. “Fuck me or eat me out. Oh god, Marian. I can’t stand it any more. Please, take me anyway you want, but just take me.” I climbed on the bed, and moved the dildo and let a finger slide in Mom’s wet clasping pussy. She clenched down on it with a sigh. I fingered her slowly, letting her pussy juice wet my finger as it slid teasingly in and out and over her clit. “That’s better,” I said, as Mom thrust her hips upward to meet my finger. “Oh god, oh my god,” Mom moaned, her hands pulling at the restraints. “Oh, she’s soooo ready,” I giggles. “Well, Mom. You be patient just a moment longer. I’ll get Deuce ready for you.” My Hot Brothers Ch. 4 “All right then,” I said. I nodded to Jamie, who leaned forward and grabbed the cross rail of the headboard. He thrust hard into Mom’s mouth, paused withdrew, and thrust again. He gave a strangled cry, and as his cum exploded into the back of her throat, I ripped away her blindfold. Mom’s eyes were closed as she struggled to swallow the gysering loads of cum Jamie was pumping into her mouth. As Jamie’s convulsions slackened, Mom opened her eyes, saw who was astride her, and gave a strangled cry. Jamie’s cock slid free of her lips and one final spurt of jizz trickled down her chin. Jamie leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on Mom’s cum-soaked mouth, and rolled over. Mom gave another gurgling cry as she saw Johnny between her shapely thighs pumping his hard dick into her wet pussy. She pulled against the restraints, but her flushing face, throat and breasts told that she having another violent orgasm. Johnny threw his head backwards, and gave a final mighty thrust that lifted Mom’s ass off the mattress. His climax roared out of his stiff cock inside Mom’s churning pussy. Their cums, hot and milky looking, flowed over Johnny’s tight ballsac and down the crack of Mom’s ass. Johnny supported his heaving torso on his arms, looking down at Mom with a sly grin. Mom’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Johnny gave a few more soft but deep strokes of his cock, then withdrew with a wet slurping sound from Mom’s wet cunt. Both boys cuddled beside Mom’s heaving form. Four hands began to caress her curvaceous body. Two pairs of lips began to kiss her cum spattered face, and murmur soft endearments. Mom was trembling. Quietly, I climbed over the foot of the bed, and nestled between her legs. “Pretty Mommy,” I said, my hands gently spreading her double-fucked pussy. Her scent, mixed with Johnny’s generous offering of seed assaulted my nostrils. My own pussy was wet and flowing as I bent my lips. Mom gave a cry as my lips kissed her labia. My tongue darted in, and my head spun with the combined flavors of her and my brothers. I savored her taste. My brothers were kissing Mom and caressing her. Her struggles against the restraints were decreasing in intensity because the fire in her pussy was regaining control. Slowly and carefully, I licked Mom’s sweet love hole. Her taste was always sweet, but this time it was doubly intoxicating, being commingled with Jamie and Johnny’s cum. Soon, her hips were moving up and down in unison with the tongue fucking I was giving her. I glanced upwards. Mom was turning her head from side to side, receiving wet deep tongue-dancing kisses from her sons, Johnny on the right and Jamie on the left. I saw lips meet and tongues entwine between and over the V-shaped valley of her breasts. The boys, meanwhile, were caressing her, touching her everywhere, and the effect of their strong gentle hands was raising Mom’s sexual desire to an explosive level. Resuming my oral ministrations to Mom’s throbbing clit, I felt my own cunny aching. I forced myself to be patient. It was Mom’s coming out to her family, as it were. I found her opening, and her swollen labial lips clenched at my tongue live an eager lover seeking the kiss of her beloved. Mom began to make soft cries of passion, her hips bouncing on the mattress. I looked up, and nodded at my brother. Quickly, they turned and released Mom’s arms from the restraints. I turned and unbound her feet. I scooted upwards, lying atop my mother’s writhing body. Our lips met in a hungry demanding kiss. Mom’s arms went around me, and our legs entwined as mounds meshed and pressed together. On either side of me, I could hear the boys pant for breath as they watched their sister and mother in hot lesbian love. Our breasts were flattened against one another. Our hips pressed and ground into one another. Our legs entwined, and our kisses were loud and wet as our tongues met, danced, meshed, and parted again. On the edge of a volcanic orgasm, I rolled off Mom. Johnny was atop me in a wink, as Jamie took his place between Mom’s thighs. Two hard straining cocks sank into two wet holes. I groaned with delight as Johnny’s fat fuck muscle spread and filled me. Next to me, I heard Mom’s ecstatic cry as Jamie did the same for her. I glanced over at her, and saw her expression of hungry lust. I grasped Mom’s hand in mine, as Johnny leaned over me and began to suckle my nips as he began to stroke in and out of my flowing pussy. “Which is more beautiful?” Johnny gasped to his brother, his face twisted with pleasure as his hips pumped slowly but firmly. “Our pretty sister, or our gorgeous Mom?” Jamie gave a small grin as he ground his ass against Mom’s upturned hips. Mom squealed happily as Jamie’s pubes rubbed against her throbbing clit. “Can’t tell you, bro,” Jamie gasped. “They look more like sisters to me.” “Fuck yeah,” Johnny agreed. He speeded his thorough fucking of me, feeling my pussy contract and squeeze tightly on his thrusting pole. I was fast approaching another crisis. Johnny leaned over me and kissed me with lots of tongue, his dick finding new depths inside me. “Oh god, oh god, Jamie,” Mom began to pant. She’d locked her ankles in the small of Jamie’s back, and her luscious ass was humping upwards. “Take me, baby,” she pleaded. “Oh god, take me hard, son. Oh Jamie, you feel so wonderful baby.” “Yeah, Mom,” Jamie panted back. “I want you. I love your hot cunt wrapped around my dick. Goddam, I love fucking the hole I came out of.” “The hole you’re gonna cum into, you mean?” Johnny gasped with a grin. That did it for me. The sight and sound and smell of my handsome hunk of a brother pounding my lovely voluptuous mother sent me over the edge. My hands found Johnny's ass and my cunt clutched at him furiously as my orgasm broke over me like a breaker spraying spume over the rocks at the beach. “She’s cumming,” Johnny yelled, fucking me with fast steady strokes, milking my climax to full intensity and letting my body ride the waves of sensation that were streaking through me. I cried out unintelligibly again and again as I came on Johnny’s savagely probing pole. I fell back weakly, utterly spent. Johnny gave me a few finishing strokes to bring me down, then withdrew his still turgid tool, sopping and glistening from my cum. He sat back on his haunches, smiling down at me, one hand slowly stroking his still engorged cock. Beside us, Mom was making low moaning noises. Jamie was atop her, raised above her writhing form resting on her arms. Mom’s lascivious ass was humping upwards to meet him on each stroke. Her ankles had locked in the small of his back, and her hands were clutching his upper arms. Jamie’s face was twisted in the lovely expression between utter ecstasy and agony. Mom’s head thrashed from side to side. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and she gave a sharp cry. Her back raised off the bed. The air was filled with the pungent scent of her orgasmic flood. Jamie’s cock continued to pound in and out of her, with wet gushing sounds. He looked to his brother, Johnny, who was still on his haunches stroking his own engorged cock. Johnny nodded. Quickly, Jamie pulled out of Mom’s flowing cunt, and scuttled up to where he was kneeling on one side of Mom’s still heaving body. Johnny kneeled on the other side. I slid off the bed and went to stand and the foot. The boys pumped their swollen stiff cocks. And then Mom was bathed in two spewing streams of thick hot young cum. It spattered on her bouncing breasts, her heaving belly, and her neck and face. Her hands reached out instinctively, and grabbed her sons’ two spewing members, and milked them, as she writhed under her hot cum shower. I watched breathlessly as my brothers bathed my Mom in their essence. The room was redolent with spunk, the air heavy with the hot humid aroma of sex. The boys collapsed wearily, fully spent. They cuddled on each side of Mom, as they had often cuddled next to me. The sight was so erotic, and so tender, I felt my eyes filling with tears. The fell quietly down my cheeks, as my brothers’ hands moved over Mom’s body, massaging their cum over her flesh, making her body glisten like burnished gold in the flickering light of the candles. Mom kissed Jamie thoroughly, then turned her head and gave Johnny and equally long tonguing kiss. She let go their softening cocks, and patted their thighs. “Let me up a moment, boys,” she said smiling. Mom slid out of bed, and came to me. I looked at her. Her expression was contented, but hard to read. The Mom gave me a dazzling smile, and I was in her arms. My brothers’ cum was sticky between us as we embraced. We kissed. Our lips parted and our tongues met, entwined, parted, and entwined again. I felt her love for me, for us, flood through me. Still holding each other, after the kiss, she whispered to me, “You brat. You set me up.” I giggled. “Yes, I did. And I’m not sorry.” We kissed quickly. “And neither are you, so don’t pretend you are.” Holding each other close, we looked at the bed. The boys were watching us. Their faces were solemn, but their eyes were dancing with laughter and love. They are magnificent specimens, my brothers. Naked as young gods, the dew of my and Mom’s pussy still wet on their dicks and pubes, they looked at us with unabashed admiration and love. Johnny got up first, and came and joined us. Jamie was right behind him. We all stood in a great group hug, kissing, and crying, and laughing, all at the same time. Together, we went downstairs, and out to the pool. The sun had set, but it was still warm, and plenty of light to see by. Naked, we all went swimming. We splashed and ducked each other like rambunctious children. This time, however, the play was generously sprinkled with kisses, and touches, and hugs. After a time, I felt a little winded. I climbed out of the pool (to the appreciative catcalls and whistles of my brothers) the water streaming down my body. I stretched out on a chaise and watched Mom and the boys. Mom came out next, and told the boys that if they wanted food, they had to arrange it. The boys bounced out of the pool, and ran into the house, water flying from their hair and bodes and their wet feet leaving footprints on the deck of the pool. Mom stretched on a chaise beside me. We reached out and held hands. Mom gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “That was a dirty trick, Marian,” she said with mock severity. I smiled. The air was warm, and I’d be sexually sated (well almost anyway, and the night was still young). “If I had told you,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “That the boys and I were—“ “I would have been shocked and horrified,” Mom said honestly. We heard the boys’ raucous laughter from inside the house. “No, honey. I suppose you did the right thing. If it was all right between you and me, then the boys . . .” She gave me a long look, then giggled. I giggled with her. “They are very good, aren’t they?” She said laughing. “You don’t know the half of it, Mom,” I said, laughing with her. “Just wait until they want to take you up the ass! I thought I’d split wide open.” “Marian!” Mom looked at me. Then she looked down at her own nude body, and apparently the events of the afternoon caught up with her. She smiled, and squeezed my hand again. “I guess,” she said, “I’ll have to tell you how to do that so it doesn’t hurt so.” “Hey you two!” came a shout from inside the house. “You coming in or what?” We went in, Mom and I. To our sons, our brothers, and now our lovers. That night was spent in lovemaking. None of us got very much sleep. I had my fantasy realized of seeing Mom get the double-treatment, one of the boys taking her doggie as the other fed his cock to her mouth, and she watched them do the same to me. Then the thrill of a daisy chain, as I sucked Jamie who was eating out Mom who was sucking Johnny who was hungrily licking my clit. Then we put the boys on their backs, side by side, and Mom and I rode those wonderful cocks, changing places. Then Mom and I had some private moments, except the boys were watching gleefully. At last, we were all tumbled together, a sticky confusion of legs and pussies and arms and torsos. One by one, we drifted into a satisfied and exhausted sleep. I was the last to drift off. The only thing that had marred the day’s plans had been the arrival of a certified letter, just before the boys had left on their “camping trip.” I’d signed for it, and put it my room to give to mom later. It was from out of state. But I recognized the name of the sender. After an eighteen-year absence, Daddy had written home. ***** Once again, thanks to all you faithful readers who enjoyed the "My Hot Brothers" series. There may or may not be more to this story, I don't know yet. In the meantime, I do have several other stories in the works,if the "Brothers" Parts 3 and 4 are as well received as were the original two installments. As always, comments and criticisms welcomed. Peace, JerryL50