I was never a shy girl, but being with my two stepbrothers was different. Jackson and Harrison were older, stronger, and a lot more experienced than me. I wanted to explore sexuality, to know what it was like to be with two men at the same time. It was a Thursday night when it happened.
We had been drinking and laughing, our parents out for the evening, leaving us home alone. The atmosphere was electric. After a joint and several glasses of wine, my inhibitions were lowered, and I felt the time was right.
“So, Emma, you ever been with two guys at the same time?” Jackson asked, his voice low and sultry.
“No, but I’ve always been curious,” I replied, feeling my heart race in my chest.
“Are you sure about this, Emma?” Harrison asked, his firm gaze locking onto mine. I nodded, and before I knew it, we were in the living room, the three of us.
Jackson was the first to touch me. His fingers sank into the fabric of my tight jeans, rubbing at the apex of my thighs until I ached for more. Harrison soon joined in, his lips finding the hollow of my throat and sucking the sensitive skin until I gasped, bucked against their hands, and they knew they had me.
Stepbrother’s hands and mouths roamed over my body, sliding up under my t-shirt to touch my breasts. My nipples peaked under their thumbs, and their mouths went to work on the tight buds, licking and sucking. I was moaning, my body writhing under their touch.
“We’re going to fuck you, Emma,” Jackson whispered in my ear, and I gasped.
“But… what if someone finds out?” I asked, panic filling me. I didn’t want this to be something that could ruin our relationship.
“We’ll be careful, Emma. Promise,” Harrison said, and I felt my heart still in my chest; I believed him.
Soon, my clothes were pooled around my ankles, and I was being pushed back onto the couch, spread eagle. I was so wet for them, I could feel my arousal dripping. Jackson knelt between my spread legs, and his lips attached to my swollen clit, while Harrison knelt on the sofa, his erection bobbing in front of my face.
“Suck me, Emma,” he commanded, and I opened my mouth, taking him in. It was awkward at first, but soon, I was finding a rhythm, my head bobbing up and down, and Jackson’s tongue and fingers working me into a frenzy.
“I’m going to cum, Emma,” Harrison growled, and I took him deeper, sucking harder until he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed it all, a sense of satisfaction filling me even as Jackson worked me higher and higher.
“Please, Jackson…” I begged. He stood up, his erection free of his jeans, and he pushed into me. I was so tight, and he was so big that it hurt, but soon, he was moving, and the pain turned to pleasure. I was moaning, writhing under him, and soon, I was climaxing, my body bucking as he filled me with his seed.
He pulled out, and I expected Harrison to take his place, but he had other ideas. He pulled me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. He pulled my legs apart, and his mouth went to work on my swollen, abused pussy, licking and sucking until I was begging him to take me.
His cock was just as big as his brother’s, and he stretched me wide, filling me impossibly full. He was rougher than Jackson, fucking into me with a delicious brutality that had me climaxing again, and he roared his release, his body shuddering as he filled me with his cum.
We slept in a tangle of limbs, and I knew my life was changed. I had crossed a line with my stepbrothers, but they had given me the most intense sexual experience of my life. And I knew it was only the beginning.
My name is Emma, and this is my story.
