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Between Two Brothers

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John and I had only been dating for a couple months so I was surprised when he asked if I wanted to go with him to visit his brother in Boston. We were at that weird point in a relationship when things are just on the verge of going deeper. There had not been any talk about whether we were exclusive or not, but I wasn’t dating anyone else and did not have any desire to do so. Just a week earlier a coworker asked me out and I turned him down because of John so I thought I was ready for something more, even if I did find the thought of getting serious scary.

I’d been with some really crappy guys in the past and I was afraid I would make the same mistake again. Not that John was like any of my exes, in fact he could not have been more different than the guy I dated for eight years. I wondered if John inviting me along to Boston meant he wanted to get more serious. It would be our first overnight trip together. We’d only just started staying overnight at each other’s places a couple weeks before. I knew John was really into me, he was always telling me how much he missed me when we weren’t together, but he could be hard to read emotionally.

I was also surprised John wanted me along because I knew he and his brother, Eric, were very close and whenever they got together it was like they regressed right back to wild twenty-year-old college students. Eric was actually two years older than John at thirty-two and more settled than his younger brother. While John was an associate professor at a local university, Eric was a star web designer in Boston and had worked on just about every major website of note in New England. From how John described it I knew Eric’s loft was every overgrown boy’s dream, stuffed with any electronic toy and extreme sports gear you could think of. That was a big thing for the brothers, extreme sports. Together they’d gone mountain biking down some of the most challenging trails in North America and had even tried helo-skiing once. On his own John was a big risk taker, something I mostly tried to ignore, but I knew with Eric to egg him on there was nothing John wouldn’t try. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be around to see that.

Of course I was too curious to meet this brother that John raved about to say no. John seemed really excited that I agreed to go with him and I wished I could say the same. They were planning to go to a hockey game that Friday night and then hit a couple of the old watering holes, neither of which is really my thing. I’m not much of a sports fan and I’ve never been a drink ‘til you drop kind of girl, even back in college and certainly not at twenty-eight. I could imagine I would be more of a babysitter than one of the gang and I hoped that John would at least temper his behavior a little bit because I was there.

It was a long train ride up the coast from our city, but it wasn’t boring. That’s one thing I can say about John, he was always a good time. We chatted, discussed articles from the magazines we’d both brought and even played some Tetris on his Palm. I was flipping through my Cosmo and taking one of those famous sex quizzes when John glanced over.

“So what are you trying to find out about yourself?” John asked, mildly curious.

“It’s about how sexually adventurous you are and finding the right type of guy to rock your world.” I laughed.


“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I teased. It was funny because while John and I had great sex it was something we never really talked about. I’d been with guys who were always trying to get me into compromising situations or trying to bring up something new to try, but John really wasn’t like that. It seemed like talking about sex was the one thing he was shy about. I, on the other hand, found sexual things fascinating and had even initiated some of those compromising situations I’d been in. There were all sorts of things I’d fantasized about, not that I wanted to try them all mind you, and that was one of the most frustrating things about my ex because he just wasn’t imaginative in that department. I was hoping that as John and I got closer he would open up more about those things.

“I think I have something of a vested interest in the subject, don’t you Becca?”

“I guess so.” I said.

John snatched the magazine from my hands and started quizzing me. “Okay. Which of these options do you find most exciting? One, an all-night sex marathon with a longtime lover; two, a quick encounter before work; three, fast sex with an anonymous hottie in a club bathroom; or four, planning the seduction of a lover?”

“Mmm,” I said thinking, though not about my answer. I was wondering which answer I should tell John. I knew which I found the most appealing, not that I would ever do something like that. It was the anonymous quickie. The idea that a guy found me so hot that he just had to drag me away and fuck the hell out of me was an incredible turn-on. But I wasn’t sure if John wanted to hear that. I thought about telling him number four, but decided truth was the best policy. “I have to say the club bathroom one.”

“Really?” He asked with an arched eyebrow, which showed a little scar of having been pierced in the past.

“It’s just the idea of being dragged of and ravaged,” I said quickly, trying to cover up. “You know I would never do anything like that anyway.”

John continued reading. “On a scale of one to five, one being the hottest, rate these situations. Ready?”

This was fun and I have to admit it was turning me on. “Shoot.”

“A romantic dinner?”


“Public displays of affection?”


“Sex in a park?”

“Two.” I’d always had a fantasy about having sex outside in the driving rain.

“Sex in a public place, like a club?”

It did sound kind of hot, but I knew there wasn’t anyway I could do something like that right in the open. “Four.”

“Sex on an airplane?”

“In the bathroom, or right there in the seats?”

John laughed and said, “Both.”

“Well, if it’s in the bathroom I guess a one. I think joining the mile high club would be a lot of fun. If it was like right there at our seats, I think I would still say a two, if it was dark and most of the other passengers were asleep. I like the little risk of getting caught, but only a little risk.”

“Interesting,” John commented.

“What’s so interesting about that?” I asked, poking him in the arm.

“Just surprised. I know you’re not a big risk taker.”

“I have my moments. Besides, next to you and your brother Evil Kaneval is a piker.”

John skipped down the page. “Have you ever experienced a threesome?”

“No!” I said. “I’m not that kind of a girl.”

“Would you try it?” John said. Was that on the page?

“Maybe,” I giggled. “I guess it all depends. Are you asking about two guys, or with another woman?”

John looked shocked by my answer. He could be possessive so I knew he would never think of such a thing. “Either or.”

“I think a threesome with another girl would be fun. It would be cool to tease a guy like that. But I don’t know how I would feel about her doing things to him. I would want to be the center of attention.”

John was definitely surprised by that and like all guys looked a little too eager thinking about me being with another woman. ”I didn’t know you were attracted to women.”

“I’ve never done anything with a girl, but what’s not to like? Women are soft and sexy and smooth and beautiful, not like guys at all.” I’d never done anything with a woman, but the thought had occurred to me more than once. I’d always found women beautiful.

John shifted in his seat and I wondered what exactly was going on in his jeans. When he finished processing all of that information he asked, “What about two guys?”

The first thing that popped into my mind was that that could be fun too, but it wasn’t something I’d really fantasized about. “I think I could enjoy that too, again because I would be the center of attention. But I would have to really trust the guys to be able to relax and really enjoy myself.”

I didn’t find out John’s reaction to that because his cell rang and he dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open. It was Eric, checking on our progress. While John talked to his brother I stared out the window at the landscape as it whipped by and tried not to concentrate on how horny I was. It was weird that our first explicitly sexual conversation occurred somewhere public. If we weren’t sitting on that train I am sure I would have jumped John. As it was I was very much enjoying the rocking motion of the train and I could feel the subtle vibration of the rails coming up through the seat. I thought about that question about sex on a plane. Was doing it on a train really so different? Maybe it was better. I’d read a couple erotic stories that took place on trains and they talked about how much hotter the rocking of the railcar made the sex. It was very tempting to drag John into the lavatory and find out, but I didn’t know if he would go for it. But I wanted to be naughty.

While John chatted with his brother I took my coat and spread it across our laps. He must have just assumed I was cold and went on with his conversation. I snuggled in close to John and snaked my hand into his lap. I’m sure he was hard before, but I guess talking to his brother made it go down so it took a little rubbing before I felt him responding. John glanced over at me, but didn’t stop talking to Eric. He grew and grew as I rubbed him until I could clearly feel the outline of his cock in his jeans. I grasped his member and I heard John swallow hard and then mutter into the phone, “Nothing.” I was distracting him already. Good. I reached for the snap on his jeans and John shot me a warning look, but he didn’t stop me. It took both hands for me to get his stubborn jeans unzipped and pulled down far enough to get his cock out. I was really hot now and I knew John could see my nipples pointing through my shirt. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to press my tight jeans into my pussy.

John’s warm cock filled my hand and I caressed the hard shaft. I haven’t been with too many men, but he seemed about average as far as I’ve seen, maybe seven inches and a good handful. I love playing with a man’s cock and watching him react. I liked using my hands and my mouth a lot and sometimes I was perfectly happy to do that even if I did not get the same in return. I think it’s a power thing. I also just really like the feel and texture of a hard cock. It’s definitely ruined me for vibrators. While I was playing with John’s cock I could feel precum dripping from the head and I wiped it off to lubricate his shaft. Besides, I didn’t want him getting that stuff on the inside of my coat! It did remind me that I had hand lotion in my purse and I dug it out. I squeezed some into my hand before slipping it back under the coat.

It was hard not to laugh as John had trouble keeping up his end of the conversation. With the lotion my hand moved easily as it glided up and down his cock, making John twitch in his seat. His face was getting very red and his throat was dry. He was staring into space and I knew he was trying to think about anything but what I was doing to him. Looking across the aisle to make sure the elderly couple sitting there hadn’t noticed anything funny was going on I quickly dropped my head beneath the coat and gave John a suck. I could his cockhead between my lips and sucked it hard while I pumped his shaft. His hips surged up and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but he settled down and I came out from under the coat. I was only teasing, I wasn’t planning on giving a blowjob on a train in the middle of the day. I did keep jerking him off though.

“Uhm, yeah, she’s right here,” John stammered. It was so fun listening to him trying to act normal. He held out the phone and said, “Eric wants to say hi.” That was weird, I thought as I took the phone in my left hand.


“Hey Becca,” came a voice very similar to John’s through the phone. “Excited about tonight?”

“I guess, but I have to warn you, I don’t know the first thing about hockey.” I said. There was something surreal about talking to Eric on the phone while I was jerking his brother off. It felt dirty and I liked it.

“That’s okay, you’ll teach you everything you need to know. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. John’s told me a lot about you.”

“Really? I hope it’s all been good.” I said, then blurted, “Oh!” John put his hand in my lap and pressed against my pussy. The seam between my legs pressed right into my clit sending a shock right up my spine.

“Is something wrong?” Eric asked.

“No…Oh! Uh…mmmm…no. The train’s just a little bumpy.” I said, having just as much trouble speaking as John had been. He was rubbing little circles into my pussy through my jeans and it felt great. I was so hot and wet I bet John could even feel it through my jeans. I spread my legs wider and he rubbed his hand right up and down that seam in my jeans, almost pressing them into my pussy. I bit my lip, trying not to moan in his brother’s ear. I was still playing with his cock and I couldn’t believe we were getting each other off on a crowded train!

“Weird, John said the same thing. I thought train rides were always smooth.” There was something in Eric’s voice. Did he guess what was really going on?

“You’d think,” I replied. John really pressed into my pussy and I quietly gasped pulling the phone away for a second. I pleaded with him to stop with my eyes, even though I didn’t really want him to, but John just gave me a challenging look.

“So when we hit the bars do you think you’ll be able to hang with us? It can get pretty wild.” Eric said.

“I think so. You’d be surprised how wild I can be,” I told Eric, while his brother made me shutter with his hand. God, John had me on the verge of cumming and my pants weren’t even off.

“Are body shots out of the question?” He asked.

“Uhhh…” I stalled, knowing my voice would not sound normal. Nothing sounded out of the question at that moment. “Mmmmmaybeee…” I moaned.

“That sounds promising.” Eric laughed.

I held the phone away from my mouth while I buried my face in John’s shoulder to muffle my moans. My panties were soaked through and sticking to my pussy as John rubbed me. His breathing was raspy and I knew that I had him just as close to cumming. My hand was moving so fast now, I knew John was about to lose it. I tried to hand John the phone, but he wouldn’t take it from me, so I held it back to my face and tried to control my moans.

“Sorry…I can’t hear you…you’re breaking up…” I gasped into the phone, dropping it as I fumbled for the button to hang up. I grabbed the seat and hunkered down, pushing into John’s hand. “Yesss…yesss…yesss…” I hissed, cumming while I rubbed against him. Luckily I’m not too loud when I cum or every head on that train would have turned because that orgasm felt good. I actually bit into John’s shirt as I came.

I felt John grab my wrist and stop my hand. I was still squeezing his cock though and he warned me, “If you don’t stop that I’m going to make a huge mess inside your coat.”

I hadn’t thought of that. It was too cold to not be able to wear my coat. “I think I have tissues in my purse, hold on,” I told him breathily.

“Don’t worry about it,” John said as he eased my hand off his cock.

“But won’t it hurt?” I asked, concerned. I hadn’t meant to bring him so close only to stop.

“It’s okay, really. You can get me later.”

I leaned over and kissed John deeply. “I promise. Thank you. That was incredible.”

There was another hour to our train ride and I had to go to the bathroom and slip out of my panties. They were so wet they felt funny. I wanted to change, but that would have left me a pair short I thought it would be better to go pantyless now rather than later so I just pulled my jeans back on and stuffed the soiled panties in my coat pocket.

Eric met us at the station and it was immediately apparent that they were brothers, from their faces at least. They had the same head of thick dark hair and black brows, cool blue eyes and narrow, handsome faces. But while John was small, he was only 5’7” and maybe 150 pounds, Eric was just about six feet tall and more filled out. Eric really was John’s big brother. They had the same quirky way about them too. Eric greeted me with a hearty hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me I was even prettier than John had said. Of course I blushed at that. Eric insisted on carrying my backpack as he took us to his car.

The loft was just as I pictured it. It was a huge space with nothing separating the kitchen from the living room and Eric’s home office. The bedroom was on an open landing above. There was a huge TV surrounded by every other electronic gadget you could think of and in the space reserved for the office there was a huge desk covered with computer equipment that just screamed how expensive it was. I think Eric made an effort to pick up before we got there, but it didn’t look like much of one. Eric and John cracked beers as soon as we got there, but I declined. It was a little early in the day for me.

I felt like a third wheel as the brothers caught up. Eric made an effort to keep me in the conversation. More of an effort than the guy who brought me, which left me miffed. As it got close to time to go I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up and then went upstairs to change.

One of the things that annoys me most about myself is my inability to make a decision. I knew I was going to just leave on the low ride jeans I’d worn on the train. They seemed to stretch my 5’4” frame out and they made my ass look really nice. I’d brought several cute tops though because I couldn’t pick one. Playing on the train made me lean toward the sexier ones I’d brought, but I was afraid I was going to be too cold if I wore one of them I did have a very tight red top that hugged my petite body and showed off my 34B’s to their best effect, but I felt like showing a little more skin tonight. I tried that on and this really cute crochet tank I had that showed off my tummy, but I still couldn’t make up my mind. Standing in my bra and my jeans I shouted down for John to come up for a second.

“What is it, Becca?” John asked, coming up the steps. I turned and found his brother right behind him, staring at me in my black lace bra. It was vaguely see-thru and I knew he could see the pink nipples that capped my firm little breasts.

“Hey!” I shouted, covering myself with my shirts.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m his brother, I’ve been taking his things for years,’ Eric laughed.

“Well, I’m off limits,” I said and then Eric’s laughed caught me and I started giggling. “Get me drunk before you try to get me out of my clothes anyway.” I joked.

John knew me well enough to know why I’d called him up and he answered my question without even being asked. “Wear the tank top, it’s cuter.”

“Won’t I be cold? Isn’t there ice at a hockey game?”

“But we won’t be that close to it and later the bar will be so packed you won’t have to worry about it.”

He just wanted to see me in the tank top, I knew.

“If I get a vote, I go with the tank top too,” Eric volunteered. “Though you might want to consider just the bra too.”

“Funny. Downstairs, both of you.” I after I chased them off I pulled on the crocheted tank top and fixed hair chestnut hair. I briefly considered putting it up, but instead let it fall around my face. That way the light would catch my highlights.

The game was about as exciting as I expected, to me anyway. Everyone around me had a great time. It was fun when everyone jumped up and cheered and I got into it and jumped up with them. The guys had a really good time trying to explain the game to me. I could tell it made them feel like big men to tell the helpless female about sports and I had to laugh at how silly guys could be sometimes. Both brothers seemed to constantly have a beer in their hand throughout the game and they were both pretty drunk by the time the game let out. Eric, being physically larger, seemed to handle his drunk better than John, but still I wasn’t sure if we should go to the bar as planned. Neither of them really needed another drink. Of course they did not want to hear a voice of reason so off we went. I was just glad we’d taken the train instead of them driving. I’d had a couple beers at the hockey game too and wasn’t sure if I would have been alright to drive.

The bar was packed. It was one of those little neighborhood bars, long and narrow, with the bar down one side and some stools and tiny tables against the other. We really had to elbow our way through the crowd to get into the place. Eric put a protective arm around my waist and ushered me all the way to the back while John followed. There’s definitely something nice about the way a big guy can sweep you up and make you feel instantly protected. Amazingly some people were getting up from a table and we snagged it. Eric went to the bar to get our drinks while John and I hung back and guarded the table.

“How did you like the game?” John asked. We were both against the wall and he was pressed tightly against me by the crush of people. He kissed my cheek and I turned and kissed his lips.

“It was fun,” I lied. “But you two are maniacs!” I had never seen John so animated as when he and his brother would scream at the refs during the game. And even when he left they were whooping and high-fiving over the home team’s victory. They both kept hugging and kissing me and I was pretty sure Eric had palmed my ass a few times, but I didn’t say anything. I just chalked it up to over exuberance. Their behavior was embarrassing me by the time we boarded the train home.

“Yeah, when you get the two of us together anything can happen. That’s what makes us so much fun.”

Something like that, I thought. I was definitely seeing a whole new side to John and I wasn’t sure I entirely liked it. But then we didn’t have to spend a lot of time around his brother. I bet that just like John, Eric was normal when his brother wasn’t around too, so I tried not to be too judgmental. They were both great guys.

Eric returned with our drinks, pints for him and his brother and a bay breeze for me. John was right about not being cold in my skimpy top. I lost my coat pretty quickly and when I did I felt Eric checking me out. When I tried to make eye contact he turned away, knowing he was busted. It was flattering because Eric was a handsome guy, just like John, but it was just a little creepy too that he would be checking out his brother’s girlfriend so boldly. Maybe it was just because he had a bit too much to drink. I was sure that was it. Fortunately John did not notice because I didn’t want the guys getting in a fight over me.

It was weird, but Eric seemed to be paying more attention to me than his brother. John was drunker, but still, Eric was being very friendly, even flirty, and John did not seem to care at all. Maybe his jealous streak didn’t count when it came to his brother. I was sort of caught between the two of them and while John was holding my hand, or touching my arm, Eric was touching me just as much, if not more. Eric rested a massaging hand on my back, which felt really nice. If I hadn’t been buzzed I probably would have halted him when his hand moved up my back under my top. He stopped when he reached my bra strap and I leaned into him. He was really good with his hands, but when he started toying with my bra I thought he was going to try and unhook it. I turned and shot him a warning look and he smiled innocently. Yeah, I thought, you’re real innocent.

John suggested they play a game of shufflebowl and Eric thought it was a great idea. “What are the stakes?” Eric asked. Of course there had to be stakes.

“Twenty bucks.” John offered.

“That’s not enough.”

“Okay, how about winner picks up the tab tonight?”

“That sounds more fair.”

“Am I in on this?” I asked, being a fair shufflebowl player myself.

“Sure, if you want to be. Are you okay with the stakes?” John asked.

“Yeah, if John can lend me the money. I don’t think I have enough cash on me to cover the tab you guys are planning on running up.” I laughed.

“If you don’t have the money you have to put something else up. You have to do a dare.” John insisted.

“Are you nuts? What kind of dare? Going to make me dance on the table or something?” God knows what these guys could come up with. I could picture naked bungee jumping or something like that.

“That sounds promising,” John said.

“Nah, we wouldn’t make you do that. But how about that body shot? If you lose you have to let the winner do a body shot off you.” Eric said.

That didn’t sound so bad. It’d never done anything like that, but how bad could it be? “Let me get this straight. If you win, John pays the tab and you get to do a body shot off of me. And if John wins you pay the tab and he gets the body shot. What do I get if I win?”

“Uhm,” Eric said.

“We split the tab and you get to do a body shot off one of us.” John said. Hmm, somehow it sounded like one of them won even if they lost!

“Okay, I guess that’s fair.” Being tipsy was definitely clouding my judgment if I agreed to a deal like that.

“We’ll flip a coin to see who plays first. Then it’s single elimination.” Eric said.

John leaned over and kissed me. “Don’t worry, I never lose at shufflebowl.”

Famous last words. John and Eric went off to play first and I had to hang back to hold the table. I tried to watch them play, but it was impossible to see through the crowd. John came back shortly, with his head hung low and I knew Eric had beaten him. “You’re up,” he said.

“I thought you never lose!” I said, punching him playfully in the arm.

“I usually don’t. It wasn’t fair. He kept distracting me. It’s all up to you now. But keep an eye on him. Don’t let Eric cheat you.”

“Don’t worry, honey,” I said, kissing John. “I’ll save our honour.”

Before I could go meet my fate, John grabbed me and pulled me in close. His hands covered my ass and he pulled me against an obvious erection. Always up for some fun, I pushed into him while he squeezed my ass and kissed me.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“I was just thinking about later,” John said. “You still owe me something from the train.”

That was right, I did promise him something. I managed to shove a hand between us and I rubbed his cock though his pants. Shielding my body from view, John palmed my breast and molded it with his palm. My breasts are super sensitive and John’s that’s something that will almost instantly get me going, no matter what kind of mood I am in. He gave my stiff pink nipple a tweak and I purred as I kissed him. That afternoon on the train had left me hungry for more and thinking about trying to sneak and fuck in Eric’s loft without getting caught really turned me on. Any little sound would echo in a place that big and there were no doors to hide behind, unless we went into the bathroom. Thinking about that led to me picturing myself bent over the bathroom sink while John was behind me. God, in seconds I went from buzzed and happy to buzzed and very horny. I gave John’s cock a least squeeze and pulled myself away. I wanted to go beat his brother at shufflebowl so we could speed the evening up and get back to the loft. Then hopefully Eric would be so drunk he would pass out and John would be a little more sober and we could have some fun.

John was reluctant to let me go and even managed to give my pussy an electrifying squeeze before I pulled away. “The sooner I go, the sooner we can go,” I told him.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Eric was waiting for me with a smug grin on his face. How is it that an overly confident man can be so appealing and infuriating at the same time? He waved his hand in an “after you” gesture and I stepped up to the shufflebowl machine.

“I hope you put up more of a fight than my brother did.”

“I fully intend on kicking your ass.”

“Don’t get too cocky. I have a pretty strong incentive.” From the way Eric looked at me, I knew he didn’t mean his brother paying for the tab.

“Winner first.”

I stepped out of his way and watched from the side as Eric fed two quarters into the game and got started. Despite the jostling of the crowd at his back, Eric played a very good game. He was nearly perfect, scoring a strike with nearly every shove of the little silver disk down the smooth, polished wood. If I was going to beat him I’d have to be flawless. When he finished, Eric looked even more confident than before.

“You’re up.”

I moved in behind the machine and Eric moved over, but he did not leave me as much room as I’d given him and I remembered what John said about his brother cheating. I took the disc and drowned out all the noise in the bar. I was one with that shufflebowl machine. I got off to a great start and I could see that Eric was surprised. He was not the type of guy who would take being beaten by a girl well. Halfway through I was even with Eric’s score and that’s when he made his move.

Pretending that someone had shoved him, Eric bumped into me right as I took a shot. The disc went wide and I only caught the corner of the pins. “I’m sorry,” Eric lied. He put his hand on my ass when he bumped into me and he didn’t move it away.

“That’s alright, accidents happen,” I said ruefully. I’d been playing so well that I could still beat him, but I would have to be error free. I leaned forward over the game and I saw Eric trying to look down my top while his hand rubbed my ass. “Do you mind?” I asked.

“Not at all,” Eric said and kept right up with what he was doing. I told myself that it wasn’t really a sexual thing, rather it was about winning.

As I took my next shot, Eric’s hand slipped down between my legs and he cupped my pussy. His fingers pressed into me and I gasped. My shot was a complete lost cause because the jolt of pleasure that briefly wracked my body threw it wide. I instinctively pushed back against Eric’s hand and closed my legs around it. I know the touch wouldn’t have effected me like that if I hadn’t already been so worked up. The feelings in my pussy throbbed outward through me and I know I let Eric’s hand stay in place longer than I should have.

“Watch your hands,” I said. Eric’s hand moved back up my ass and rested on the bare small of my back. His touch was electric in the state I was in and I didn’t want him touching me at all. I shouldn’t be feeling that way from John’s brother touching me.

“Sorry, I slipped when you leaned forward.”

“Don’t let it happen again.”

My game was shot after that, even though Eric kept his hands mostly to himself. I was crestfallen as the game flashed our final score. “I’ll stop and get a round of shots and meet you at the table,” Eric said. I went back and gave John the bad news. He was surprisingly nonchalant about it.

“Oh well, I’m glad I brought plenty of cash.” John said.

Eric returned with three tequila shots and the proper accessories. I am not a tequila drinker at all and tried to pass on mine, but both the guys insisted I do a shot too. It was quickly decided that we were all going to body shots and I was up first. I had no idea what to do, but Eric was eager to explain.

“First you have to lick the salt off one of us, then you do the shot, and then you suck the lime. Now if you’re doing it off a girl, she can hold the lime in her cleavage, but since we’re guys one of us will hold it in our mouth.”

I was not going to let Eric hold the lime so I picked it right up and handed it to John. Eric took up the salt shaker and licked his forearm before sprinkling some on and then he held out his arm for me. Rolling my eyes I took Eric’s forearm between my lips and gave it a good hard suck. I figured if I left a hickey it would serve him right. I even gave him a little bite.


“Sorry,” I said sweetly as I could. I took the shot and gulped it right down. Shots are not my thing and I instantly my face and throat burning. The brown liquid tasted foul to me and I turned right to John, who had the lime in his mouth and I sucked on it. The sucking turned into a kiss of course and the lime fell onto the floor as John pulled me in and slid a hand up to rub my breast, which was already tingling like crazy. Being touched felt so good, but I couldn’t believe John was doing it in such a public place and right in front of his brother. I moved John’s hand away and pulled out of his arms. God, he had me horny. He wasn’t going to know what hit him when I got him alone later.

“Wow, I hope my shot goes that well.” Eric commented.

“Don’t count on it,” I said.

“My turn,” John said gleefully. He brushed my hair back and sucked on the side of my neck, right in the sweet spot. I swooned on my feet and felt my hormones kick into overdrive. I didn’t want John to stop, but he did, adding salt to my skin. He returned his lips to my neck, this time licking too and I held onto the table for support. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing to me and he was driving me crazy on purpose. He took another piece of lime and started putting it down my top.

“I’m not sure that’s going to work with me. I’m not Pamela Anderson.”

“You just have to push them together, like this.” Eric volunteered and put his hands out, which I smacked away.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Luckily my top was low-cut enough that when I held my breasts and pushed them together I did create some cleavage to nestle the lime in. Having a little cleavage was nice for a change.

John did his shot and he buried his face in my chest while he put his hands over mine. He brushed my nipples with his thumbs and mostly ignored the lime while he slurped over all the exposed flesh on chest, brushing my top aside and briefly exposing my lacy bra. Again John had me to where I didn’t want him to stop, but I did reluctantly pull his face from my chest. We were both breathing pretty heavy. Eric, meanwhile, was just staring.

“You’re up,” John told his brother and I felt a little like the shufflebowl game.

Eric completely took control, pulling me over to him and sucking on the other side of my neck. He must have been paying attention because he got me right where John had and I reacted just the same, even though he was not my boyfriend. But Eric’s lips did feel similar and if I was in a darkroom I don’t know that I could have told them apart. I held onto Eric while he sucked on my neck and tried not to enjoy it, but that was a lost cause. Eric finished and I nervously glanced at John, who showed no reaction at all. What was wrong with him? His brother was practically molesting me right in front of him and he didn’t say a word?

Eric took the salt and put it on me and as he moved in I whispered, “Don’t forget I’m your brother’s girlfriend.” He flashed me a look I couldn’t interpret and sucked on my neck just as he did before. His hands were on my waist and he pulled me into him as he sucked and licked my neck. His leg pressed up between my legs and I squeezed it there, relishing the pressure against my pussy. I could also feel a lump in his jeans against my thigh. Okay, this was going way too far. Eric let go of me and handed me the lime. At least he didn’t try to stick it in place himself. The way I was feeling I did not want Eric putting his face there, but I knew I couldn’t back out now. If no one else was acting like anything was going on I wasn’t going to be the one to bring something up.

After downing his shot, Eric came in close and pressed his face against me. Like his brother, his hands went over mine and he made my hands massage my breasts. But Eric completely ignored the lime and instead kissed my cleavage. His lips were so warm and soft and I moaned involuntarily. He caught my nipple between his finger and one of my own and pinched. I moaned again and squeezed Eric’s leg between mine even harder. Eric’s tongue pushed under my bra, but he couldn’t get low enough to get at my nipple. Thank God for that because I think I would have melted into a puddle.

We didn’t stay at the bar for long after that, much to my relief. I knew when we got back to the loft I was going to be counting the minutes until Eric was asleep so I could jump John. But that wasn’t the only thing on my mind. I wondered if I should say something to John about how his brother was acting. Eric clearly stepped over a line and I didn’t know what to do about that. Maybe it was just a competitive thing, but I didn’t like the idea of Eric thinking of me as some sort of trophy he had to try and take from his brother. But did I really want to cause trouble? I did not want to come between two very close brothers. It could cause a rift that was irreparable and I couldn’t live with that. And furthermore, I hadn’t exactly pushed Eric away when he was getting to me, so maybe I was just as guilty. I told myself that Eric was just drunk and if he weren’t he wouldn’t be acting this way. I decided that if Eric behaved himself the rest of the time I would just forget about everything.

Back at the loft the boys were still ready to go and I was afraid they were going to stay up all night talking. I had to put a stop to that, so I acted much more tired than I actually was and convinced John that it was time for bed. Eric did his bedtime stuff and went upstairs and while I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, John pulled out the sofa bed in the living room and made it up for us. I did not dress for bed much differently than I usually would, except that with me tight spandex camisole top I wore cute cotton pajama bottoms with clouds on them where I usually wore a teeny little pair of cotton shorts. I just didn’t want Eric coming down and catching me dressed so skimpily if he decided he needed a glass of water before bed.

We turned the lights out and John spooned up behind me. I could feel his erection pressing into my ass. I ground back into him and he cupped my breasts through my top. Mmm, it felt nice. After a night of teasing, glancing touches to my breasts it was so good to finally have John touching and massaging them freely. He rolled my stiff nipples while he nuzzled my neck from behind and I gasped. I pulled my auburn hair aside so he could really get at my neck and I reached back and ran my fingers through John’s hair. I was really getting into things when I heard a bump from upstairs and realized that Eric must still be awake.

“We’ve got to cool it for a little while, honey,” I whispered while John continued to molest me. “Your brother’s not asleep yet.”

“He’s not going to hear anything, Becca. Don’t worry about it.” John breathed into my ear. He was teasing my nipples with flicks of his fingers designed to make me crazy and it was working.

John had to be kidding. The sofa bed squeaked like hell just from us moving on it, Eric would have to be deaf to hear nothing. “Come on, just take it easy for a few more minutes.”

I rolled out of John’s embrace and laid on my back, kicking the sheets down. John stayed on his side and watched me. Looking at him, I ran my hands up and down my body, lightly caressing myself. I let my hands linger on my tummy and then cupped my breasts. My nipples were straining to be touched and I did it. I teased my nipples with my fingernails and cooed, mostly for John’s benefit. His eyes were like saucers as he watched me. This was the first time I ever did anything like this in front of him. Like I said, our sex life while good had been pretty vanilla before this. While I rubbed one of my breasts I reached out and touched John through his boxers just to make sure he was enjoying the show. I needed have worried. He was hard enough to drill through concrete. Taking my hand from his cock, I slipped it under my pajama pants and panties and rubbed my already damp pussy. A finger went between my lips and I lightly touched my clit. I groaned and shivered and touched my clit again. I watched as John took out his cock and started touching himself. I couldn’t wait to get a hold of that cock of his.

About fifteen minutes passed like that and I brought myself to the brink a couple times, but stopped short of cumming. We did not just touch ourselves, but touched each other too. I could tell John was using a lot of self-control to keep from jumping me, but it finally became too much for the poor boy and he reached for me. I hadn’t heard a peep from upstairs, so I figured it was safe. I didn’t hold back, but instead leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. The head was dripping already and I licked up all that sticky precum before sliding down his shaft and almost swallowing him whole. John was shaking and I tickled his sac with my nails. He didn’t let me suck him for long because he was afraid he was going to go in my mouth and he wanted more than that, so he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me onto my back. First he attacked my breasts, pulling up my top and hungrily sucking on them. God, I’d been waiting for this all day!

John caught each nipple in turn and licked and sucked and nibbled it while I clutched his face to my chest. My breasts were on fire and I felt like I could cum just from his touching me there. But he didn’t just touch me there. He was rubbing my pussy through my pajama bottoms too. It was all so intense that I started to moan pretty loudly before I remembered you-know-who was upstairs and made myself quiet down.

The sofa bed squeaked loudly as John crawled down between my legs and made my panties and pants disappear. I was thinking maybe we should move onto the floor when we got down to the real sex. John pulled my legs over his shoulders and my pussy open and flicking his tongue over me. I was glad I’d allowed for the chance of some fooling around on this trip and groomed myself. I like to keep my light brown thatch nicely trimmed if I think someone is going to be down there. John was kissing my pussy with as much passion as he kissed my mouth and I arched my back, pushing my hips at him while I grabbed onto the sides of the bed. He was sucking my lips while his tongue stabbed inside me and I shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed against me. I was so horny from all the teasing that day that I really didn’t need any foreplay, but I’m not going to say no if a guy wants to go down on me. “John,” I gasped his name over and over again. I opened my eyes and for a second I thought I saw a shadow move by the railing above us. Was Eric awake? I couldn’t concentrate on that question because John started sucking my clit and every thought was pushed out of my mind.

“Yess…” I moaned. “Yesss…God yesss…ohhhh Johnnnn…” My pussy flooded his mouth as I came and John didn’t quit. Even when I pleaded for a break he kept licking me and I could feel myself building to a second climax. All the day’s events must have had an effect on him too because ordinarily he would have been trying to get inside me at that point. I shut my eyes and laid back and let him have his fun while I had mine.

I don’t know what it was, but I just sensed something and my eyes flew open to find Eric standing over me, stroking his sizable erection. What the hell was he doing? I looked down, but John’s face was buried in my pussy and he hadn’t seen his brother standing there and watching us. My eyes flitted back to Eric and he was smiling at me while he touched himself. My eyes were drawn downward and I saw my guess about what I’d felt through his jeans was right, Eric was bigger than his brother, not really longer, but definitely thicker. I knew I should say something and cover up, yell, “Get out of here,” but I didn’t do any of that because John started tonguing my clit again and instead I grasped both my breasts and arched my back while crying out.

Eric came closer and knelt down beside me. He reached out to touch me and I shook my head no, but he didn’t pay attention. He covered my hand with his and then moved my hand away, rubbing my breast. Eric rolled my nipple expertly and any remaining thoughts I had of making him go away quickly evaporated. I know it was wrong, but everything felt too good for me to stop. Eric leaned down and started sucking my breast and the feeling of having two mouths on my body at once, both of them focused on pleasing me, was indescribable. Eric’s tongue would flick across my nipple while John’s would glide over my clit. The brothers worked in tandem, almost like they knew what each other was doing. Maybe John did know his brother was there at that point, Eric was blocking my view down below now and I didn’t know what was going on in that living room except that the brothers were bout to give my a shattering orgasm. As he leaned over, Eric’s cock brushed against my hand and instinctively I grasped it.

“GOD!” I cried, cumming for the third time that day and I knew it wouldn’t be the last either. I was twisted and writhing on the bed, caught between two men who were not showing me any mercy. They’d made me totally theirs and I knew I would go along with whatever happened next.

“Hey, I was wondering if you were just going to watch all night.” I heard John say as he lifted his glazed face from between my legs.

“Nah, you know me. Becca’s even hotter than you said, I couldn’t just stay on the sidelines.” Eric answered.

What was going on here? Why wasn’t John mad? He saw Eric touching me and didn’t seem pissed at all. I realized then that I was still holding Eric’s cock. John had to see that too. Didn’t John care? I was so confused, but I didn’t have any time to process it at all because the two brothers went right back to work on me and my body betrayed me by loving everything they did.

For a couple minutes the brothers were side by side, each sucking one of my breasts while their hands were all over me. It was every bit as amazing as I thought it could be to be the complete center of attention. Then John moved back down and lifted my legs while Eric kept touching me. John slipped his cock right into my dripping pussy and I moaned and pushed up at him. John was kneeling and he held my hips while he thrust into me, leaving his brother plenty of room to keep sucking on my breasts and even kiss me. When Eric first kissed me I tried not to react, but he really knew how to kiss and I couldn’t resist him. I ran my fingers through Eric’s hair and held his lips to mine, happily accepting his tongue, while his brother was working his cock into me down below. What a bizarre situation! I found Eric’s cock with my hand again and started jerking him off. I didn’t think it was fair that John had all the fun. John was pumping into me harder and harder and I got so wet from the hot friction that his cock was creating. Meanwhile his brother kept alternating between sucking on my breasts and kissing me and I was coming close to yet another orgasm. The brothers were making me feel like some kind of porn queen and I felt sexier than I ever had in my life.

The scene was too hot for John too, because he only fucked me for a few minutes before he was roaring and shooting inside me. I grasped him with my pussy, milking his cock and pulling every last drop of his cum inside me. It was a little too quick for me and I wasn’t able to cum, but everything felt so good I didn’t even care. Little did I know I wasn’t done for the night.

As soon as John moved away, Eric took his place between my legs. Eric turned me over onto my hands and knees and I was so stunned I didn’t resist. Letting Eric fondle me was one thing, but was John really prepared to let his brother fuck me too? Apparently, because as soon as I was in place I felt Eric’s cock press into me from behind. He stretched me wide open, filling me much more than his brother had and I hung my head and whimpered, “Yesss…” I’m not all about size, but width is important and Eric was just the right size to fill me up and touch every nerve in my pussy. God, his cock felt wonderful. He was holding onto my hips and pulling me back into him and I could feel Eric’s balls slapping between my thighs. Eric took me faster and harder than John had, driving his cock as deep inside me as he could get it. My cries grew louder and louder as Eric fucked me. He was definitely going to make me cum where his brother had fallen short.

“Fuuuuccckkkk Becca…fffuuuccckkkk…” Eric grunted. He leaned over my back and reached down to grasp both my breasts, pinching my nipples

“Eeeerrrriiicccc!” I screamed. The sofa bed felt like it was going to collapse out from underneath us.

John was kneeling by my head and when I looked up he pressed his spent cock to my lips. Taking him in my mouth seemed only natural and sucked John down, tasting my pussy on his cock while his brother fucked me from behind. Now that I was taking two cocks at the same time I really did feel like a porn star. I have to admit, I was so focused on what Eric was doing to me that I really couldn’t do much for John and it was more up to him to fuck my mouth. I could feel John slowly getting hard again, but before he could I was cumming and so was Eric. In fact, we almost came at the same time.

Eric shoved into me with a savage final thrust and I felt him unleash inside me. Right on the heels of that, I exploded and I had to turn away from John’s cock or I think I would have passed out from lack of oxygen. I think I experienced sensory overload because everything became a blur after that. I can vaguely remember the brothers standing over me and talking about me. I think I heard the words “hot” and “piece of ass” being thrown around. Shortly afterward, Eric went back upstairs and John came back to bed with me. He held me against him and I was asleep in seconds.

By the morning light the events of that night seemed like a dream. When I thought about it I just couldn’t believe it happened. John just wasn’t the type of guy to let that happen. And I never thought I would do anything like that. Oddly, John and Eric acted like nothing happened. John was just as sweet as he’d always been and Eric went back to being a normal brother. When neither of them brought it up I didn’t have the guts to. We packed up our things and Eric took us to the train. The only sign that anything had happened took place then, as Eric palmed my ass and gave me a goodbye kiss that was anything but friendly. In fact, the kiss left me completely breathless.

I felt like if I didn’t say something I was going to burst and I brought it up on the train. At first he denied that it had been set up, but John finally broke down and admitted it. Apparently they had been doing this sort of thing since high school, where they shared one of Eric’s girlfriends. He couldn’t really give me a good reason for it except that it was some weird way of seeking approval. I told John I didn’t appreciate being passed to his brother like that, but when he asked if I enjoyed the experience I couldn’t lie to him. I told John it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. But I did make sure that John understood it could never happen again.

That night put a rift between us. Maybe if John had said something first and I had been given the chance to say yes to the threesome I would have said yes, though I doubt it, but I was pissed that he’d manipulated me that way. I knew that all of Eric’s come-ons that entire night had been about testing my limits. In the end I couldn’t get past it. I knew I would never trust John completely again and I broke up with him. I still can’t decide how I feel about the whole thing. Yeah I was mad at John and Eric, but they did show me one of the greatest nights of my life!

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