A few days before my brother, Robert was due home, mother and father sat me down and told me how I was to behave. It was comical in some respects, though to be fair, they didn’t know that I had overheard them talking in their bedroom. I was told to behave myself in front of him. Not to let on that we fucked as a threesome. It was laughable, and secretly, I wondered whether they had told him the same thing.

It put a smile on my face though which made my journey to fucking my brother all the more fun.

I was a thirteen-year-old brat when he saw me last. That was a long time ago, and I wondered if he would notice a change in me, other than the obvious ageing. He would be twenty-one, leaving college and building his own life. He probably had a girlfriend or several knowing him. It would be fair to say that we never got on that well when he left to go to college. Still, who would have thought that my father and I would start fucking each other and that mother would also join in with our shenanigans.

I sat and smiled at my mother and father and told them that I would behave myself. I did complain about the potential lack of sex, and father assured me that we would get some in now and then, after all, Robert wouldn’t be in the house all the time. I showed a modicum of relief.

It was sure as hell going to be a fun ride.

I was out of the house the day he arrived but made a point of telling my friend Suzanne that I had to get home early to meet my brother. I walked into the kitchen with father on the same high stool that I blew his balls on the first time we had sex and my brother sat on the other one. Mother was nowhere to be seen.

His bags littered the floor around him and there was just enough room for him to slip off the stool and give his little sister a hug and a kiss.

“Blimey, you’ve grown up,” he commented.

“Yes, I believe I have,” I replied, forcing my tits into his chest and hugging him close. I don’t think he knew where to put his hands because my ass was crying out to receive them but he daren’t be so bold. I was disappointed when they fell on my shoulder blades. I could feel the uncertainty through his actions. Bugger me though, if I didn’t feel something hard between us, even in that short hugging moment.

I broke contact, not because I felt uncomfortable but because I wanted to check out whether he did or didn’t have a hard-on under his shorts. Let’s just say, what I saw, brought a smile to my face.

We spent the rest of the evening catching up. There were so many questions to ask about his college, his friends, his girlfriends, and the life, where he lived, so, so many questions. Father asked most of them while mother chipped in by asking about the women in his life. I could see there was an interest in the way she asked the questions.

He was a lot more careful with his answers on that score but did hint that there may be someone special on the horizon. I watched mother closely when he told us. I watched her look down towards the table that we were eating from, and then, just as quickly, she raised herself, smiled and told him how wonderful that was and how much they would love to meet her.

She tried her best to hide the disappointment, but I noticed it.

Life moved on in our house in a strange but understandable way. We hardly went around naked anymore, though my meagre splattering of clothing was allowed. Mother and father mostly spent their time together and we only came together as a proper family during meal times.

I masturbated heavily in my bedroom at night, hoping like fuck Robert would hear me, but he never seemed to notice, and I didn’t hear anything from his room despite me creeping around and putting my ear to his door. I would have been thankful for some dirty talk with his girlfriend but I got nothing.

Nothing that is until the next morning when everyone was out of the house and I stumbled upon Robert standing just inside the kitchen, leaning against the wall. I pulled back quickly, hearing his voice before I saw him. He didn’t know I was there and I played the perverted voyeur and listened.

The talk was indeed dirty, I heard him tell, whoever was on the phone, how much he wanted his cock inside her juicy little cunt. That turned me on and it was all I could do to stop the fluids leaking out of my cunt. Then came the ‘how much he missed her speech.’

I tried my best to listen to the voice on the other side of the phone but without any satisfaction. What did cause me to put my hand down my jeans was his insistence that he would have to fuck her sooner than later. This made me think about how close his girlfriend lived to us.

I rushed up the stairs to my room, pushed my hand down my knickers and started rubbing. I was so horny. Where was father when I needed him? Why did he have to go to work today? And where was mother?

I picked up the phone and took a picture of my lovely shaved cunt. I held the image in Robert’s WhatsApp message box for ages, the caption reading ‘Come fuck your sister. She needs it.’  I didn’t press send but I wanted to. I promised father I would be a good girl.

I wasn’t expecting to hear his voice speak outside my room.

“Sis, are you in there?”

Yes, I was, and yes, so were my fingers. I pulled them out quickly and replied. “Yes, I’m here, what do you want?”

“Fancy a walk around town?”

I agreed to it, jumped up from the bed and met him in the lounge. We had a great time, getting back just before dinner time. We spent time just chatting and I hardly had a sexy thought all through the walk, well, apart from the sexy forty-year-old guy that kept eyeing me at a local café. I get off knowing that horny old men would give anything to get in my knickers. Who can blame them? Except he’d be disappointed that I didn’t have any on. I wondered whether Robert would be shocked at that.

That evening was a little strange. Sitting on the sofa, I noticed that mother was texting a friend and so was Robert. We all had our phones in our hands, but I suppose that’s life these days. However, something didn’t add up. Their actions were too – synchronised.

Without warning, Robert announced that he was retiring to bed. He said he was tired and that it had been a long day. I agreed with him, after all, we walked miles around town. I watched him leave and that left the three of us. I suddenly became excited as an opportunity presented itself and I found my cunt leaking at the thought of sharing what was on my mind with my parents. I was disappointed when mother stood up and announced she was off to bed too.

“You staying down, hun?” she asked father. He just nodded, his eyes glued to the television.

My eyes were glued to his crotch.

“Goodnight then, see you later,” mother said before leaving us to it.

I waited a while, not knowing what to do. Follow mother or suck father off while he watched television. I was torn.

Father was the obvious choice but something niggled at the edges of my mind. I gave in to temptation. I got off the chair and sidled up to father on the sofa, resting my head on his shoulders.

“What are you watching?” I asked.

“A programme on Orangutans.”

The situation didn’t need words, just a cautious check over my shoulder before I reached over and unzipped his shorts. Extracting his stiffening cock out of his trousers before it became too hard was a challenge. When it popped free it was eighty per cent there and my lips were twenty per cent closer.

“Fuck, I need this daddy,” I said, as I lowered my lips down over his cockhead. He could tell I needed it. He shifted slightly to give me better access and to look over his shoulder in case anyone returned. As if they would! I sucked him deeply, my hand worked on his shaft and my head bobbed over his cock until I felt him stiffen. I moaned when the jet of spunk hit the back of my throat, I moaned even louder when he continued to fill it.

I love spunk. I love the feel of it and I love it coating my mouth and throat. Its stickiness is wonderful, almost like glue. Most of all though, I love showing my man how much I like to swallow. I raised my head and smiled at father. I had gathered his last drops of cum and I played with it on my lips before sucking it inside and swallowing. I made a point of kissing him afterwards.

“Thank you, darling,” was all he said.

A follow-up fuck would have been nice, but that niggling thought wouldn’t go away.

“Thank you for afters, daddy,” I said, “time for bed now. Are you staying up late to watch the end of this programme?” I asked.

He just nodded, “Fifty minutes left,” he replied.

I left him to watch the television programme and headed upstairs. The texting from earlier wouldn’t leave me alone and I wandered up to Mother’s bedroom door. It was slightly ajar and I pushed it just a little. There was no one there. She wouldn’t be taking a shower at this time, I thought, but I checked anyway. She wasn’t there either.

Brothers room!

I walked towards his room, around a corner of the house and pressed my ears to the door.

“Yes, push that lovely cock in me. I’ve wanted you since you got back. I’ve wanted to feel this gorgeous cock inside me all evening.”

Mother was a slut, and one that fucked her son – and daughter. I waited to hear more.

“I wasn’t sure whether you still wanted me,” I heard Robert say.

“I’ll always want this cock of yours,” she replied.

I couldn’t help but think, me too!

I wondered whether she was on top of him, dangling her gorgeous tits in his face, or under him, missionary style with his cock sliding into her, or on all fours with him taking control and fucking her like the dog she was.

“Fuck that feels good,” emanated from inside the room. “Do you like it in my ass?”

Ass? I didn’t think of that. I didn’t think that mother would let her son fuck her ass. I wanted to see this for myself, I had to see this – it wasn’t an option. I heard her cry out once more about how fucking good it was and then I opened the door.

I stood in the doorway looking at my mother in a reverse cowgirl position on top of my brother. I saw his hands on her ass, but from my position, his cock could have been in either hole. I didn’t care. It was fortunate that mother’s eyes were closed. Her hands were on his knees and her cunt or ass was pounding his cock. She was taking it good and proper.

Robert did see me, eventually. I must have been standing there a full thirty seconds before he stiffened up and pushed mother forward and off his cock. It glistened with her juices.

“Fuck, what the fuck!” cried Robert.

“Yes, what the fuck indeed,” I replied.

Mother lowered her head and moaned into the wall. I was sure one of them was about to say, “it's not what you think.”

But it was everything I was thinking. Horny thoughts overtook me. I was naked in seconds, discarding my skimpy white top and dropping my cut-off shorts to the floor. Stepping from them, I smiled at Robert and then at mother.

“I hope he’s a good fuck,” I told her.

I pushed a leg over his torso with my back against my mother. I straightened his cock and aimed it right at my wet cunt. A cunt that needed fucking so badly. I sat down on it.

Robert was gobsmacked. I could tell by the look on his face, and his inability to say a single word.

I let him think of something while I pushed his cock in, wiggling my bottom on the last few centimetres before I started to fuck in earnest. I wanted this and he was going to fill me with his cum if it was the last thing he’d do that evening.

Mother finally recovered from being ousted from Robert’s cock and stood beside me. Her hand gently caressed my back as I rode my brother. With both my hands on his torso, I fucked him hard.

“Fuck, Sis, you’re something else.”

I just nodded, it was the last word he uttered before mother sat on his face.

“Fortunately for me, he’s got a talented tongue, too,” she said, lowering her juiced-up cunt to his lips.

The fuck had brought me to a rapid climax and I rested for a while, savouring the moans and groans of mother as she satisfied herself on his face. I reached out to her, pulled her shoulders towards me and sucked on her tits while Robert sucked on her pussy. His cock was still rock hard even though I felt his cum inside me.

The three of us fucked each other in slow motion. Each move, each motion, each scrape and grind bringing us closer to another orgasm. I was beside myself. My eyes closed and opened in a dream-like state. Mother was finally screaming her head off on top of Robert. Words describing her climax shot out of her mouth with some speed. I sucked voraciously on her nipples as I returned to fucking my brother’s cock.

Mother finally allowed Robert to breathe. She pushed me forward, her hand prodding my ass as she tried to get me to move.

“Come on, I need his cock too, you’ve had your fill,” she commanded. “Move, shift your ass.”

I was reluctant to let his cock go, but I was forced to move upwards. I crawled over his body watching the smile on his face get bigger and bigger. I smothered it once more as mother sat down on his rampant dick. She seemed worse off and more desperate than me. She fucked him like a maniac of the nympho variety. She couldn’t wait for his cock to bring her off but it was Robert’s muffled sounds emanating from my cunt that indicated he too was cumming. Of course, I couldn’t help but squeeze everything he deposited in me out onto his mouth. He didn’t seem to mind.

Mother came so hard. I did too. The thought of him having this effect on us was overwhelming my senses. I couldn’t believe that three family members could have such fun or could bring each other so much pleasure and joy.

I was sure Robert was shocked by my actions. After all, three years of growing up and then fucking your parents is a long time in anyone's book. He seemed to love my juicy smoothness though and I didn’t let him move an inch until he brought me off for a second time.

“Did I miss anything?”

The question from the doorway led me to believe that father had been well and truly left out. I felt for him. I’m sure I could milk him a second time in one night but I was too busy making my brother eat my cunt, and mother was too busy and too full of cock to even bother replying.

Another orgasm ripped through her, this time I could feel her climax as she shook on top of him. Like me, she was obviously in need of a good seeing too.

I’ve concluded that it’s not sex, anyone can get sex. It’s the thoughts behind the sex, the raunchiness, the filthy perverted reasons why people fuck, what they want to do to themselves and with whom. Tonight was a classic example. It could be just three people fucking but it wasn’t. It was the act of finding my mother fucking my brother, and the naughtiness that that act had instilled in me. It was my urgent need to get fucked and my actions of pushing her off his cock for me to get at it. It was her straddling his face in search of her own orgasm and it was me helping my mother achieve that. And then, my commandeering mother forced me to change positions so that she could get what she wanted. Yes, it’s not just the sex.

It's all about the filthy little fuckers that perform it.

This evening has made me wonder what I will do for a career. I think there’s only one vocation for me to be honest. Father and mother would agree, and if I have my way, my brother may as well join me.