Their Sister’s Bedtime

Description

When I first moved in with my twin brothers, I thought I wanted them in spite of our relationship.

But now another of my brothers has surprised us with a week-long visit. At first, it seems inconvenient. The twins and I got too comfortable with our privacy. And the longer our brother stays, the more I realize:

I want him too.

And what I want, I get.

Age gap incest with somnophilia and adult breastfeeding. All characters 18+.

My words are all my own, but my covers are AI. I’m not a fan of generative AI in general, but no model deserves to be linked to this trash story.

Sample

I’ve struggled to sleep ever since Ethan got here, and tonight’s no different. It’s amazing how quickly I acclimated to sharing a bed with Lucas and Devin. I was always a restless sleeper, but between those two warm, giant bodies? Best sleep of my life.

Then again, they fucked me to sleep most nights.

I try to go to bed early, but I’m still tossing and turning at midnight. With a huff, I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. Since regular sex before bed seems to have helped me sleep, I figure the orgasm has to be partially responsible for it, so it stands to reason masturbating will help. I shimmy out of my shorts, close my eyes, and straddle my clit between my fingers.

I’m dry. Not shocking, all things considered, so I think about the first time I sucked Lucas’s cock. The way he half-heartedly protested at first even though his cock was so hard, the way he was so patient with me as I learned how his cock fit in my mouth. How hot I got discovering how much I loved that taste of cum as it exploded on my tongue.

I think of giving Devin my virginity, how much it hurt but how happy it made me when I realized how desperate Devin must have been for me. How he grabbed my hips and fucked me like a dirty whore instead of his untouched sister because he knew I wanted to be his dirty whore.

I sigh at the thought. I really do love it. I love the quiet, easy moments we share. Our lives mesh perfectly together. But I love being a fucktoy for Devin and Lucas to relieve themselves with just as much.

I imagine being that for Ethan. I imagine him in the shower holding his cock, but not the teenager he once was. In my fantasy, he’s the man he is now, and it’s not a wall or his own thick, meaty cock he’s looking at.

It’s me, sitting back on my heels, my mouth open for him to aim his load at but an arm tucked up under my giant tits to catch any cum that misses. I’m so excited to get a creamy facial from my brother that I’m stuffing my fingers in my pussy. I’m on the edge of coming, and I’m moaning his name.

I moan his name quietly at my fantasy. Lucas didn’t give me any hint about if he talked to Ethan, so I need to be careful, but fuck, my pussy is dripping wet when I slide my fingers down into it. My fingers are so much smaller than my brothers’ and my pussy’s so loose, even today, that I can slide all four fingers in while briskly scrubbing my clit with my thumb.

“Ethan,” I whisper to the fantasy of my brother. “Come all over me, please! I want you so bad.”

In my mind, Ethan comes when I do, painting my face, my tongue, my tits with his cum, somehow flipping me onto my knees and flooding my pussy, too.

I cry out as the surprisingly strong solo orgasm pulses through me, and incredibly, I do feel that fatigue wash over me. I wipe my hand off on my belly, roll onto my side, curl up around a body pillow, and fall asleep.

I wake up to my pussy getting filled with cock.