When I was in my late 20s, I thought my boyfriend was the most attractive man I’d ever seen. And then I met his stepbrother.

How could two such good-looking men have coexisted in a household growing up? My boyfriend had all-American good looks. With his shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes, he looked like the quarterback of my high school fantasies. His brother, on the other hand, looked villainous, with jet-black hair and eyes so dark it seemed like he didn’t have irises.

Besides both being ridiculously handsome, they didn’t have much in common. My boyfriend, Steve, was outgoing, charming, and laid-back. His brother, Pierce, seemed like he took life too seriously and was always analyzing everything around him. Despite how I attractive I found him, Pierce intimidated me because I always got the impression he didn’t like me. Turns out I was wrong.

We were staying in a cabin together over a holiday weekend when things between the three of us went in an unexpected direction. We had just been hanging out drinking in the living room. On my way back from the kitchen with more beers for all of us, Steve pulled me onto his lap and started kissing my neck. It felt good, but I wasn’t comfortable doing it in front of Pierce. I didn’t want him to feel like the third wheel, but Steve was obviously too drunk to care.

Instead of excusing himself or awkwardly playing on his phone while his brother kissed his way down to my collarbone, Pierce stared straight at me with hunger in his eyes. I stared right back, feeling a naughty thrill at the exhibitionism of it. I might have been a little tipsy, too.

Pierce’s eyes flicked down when Steve’s hand slid its way across my hip and into my sweatpants. As he reached my clit, my cheeks heated with embarrassment, torn between stopping Steve and letting him keep going just to see what would happen.

Pierce put his beer down as though he had come to some kind of decision, and I thought he was going to head to his room, but instead he came and sat on the other side of me on the couch.

“Okay if I join you guys?” Pierce asked, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Steve chuckled. “Ask the lady,” he said.

I paused, wanting it so bad but worried things would be weird between us afterward. The wanting part won out.

Instead of answering, I reached over and put my hand on Pierce’s crotch, smirking at the feel of his impressive erection. After that, there was no more talking. Our clothes came off and we just got lost in the moment.

I was shocked when his palm smacked my ass hard, leaving a warm stinging feeling.

The brothers sat back down on the couch and pulled me on all fours across them. I took Steve’s dick in my mouth, sucking hard in my excitement at finally having something inside of me.

I didn’t have to wait long for more as I felt Pierce’s warm hands squeezing my ass. One of his fingers trailed down and across my pussy, making me clench with need. He dipped between my folds and I knew he could feel how wet I was. He dragged his wet finger up to my clit and started rubbing in deliciously slow circles. I pushed back against him, wanting more.

I was shocked when his palm smacked my ass hard, leaving a warm stinging feeling that wasn’t unpleasant. He did it again and I moaned in protest, but gave myself away when I pushed my ass back up for more. Steve pressed my head down harder on his dick, forcing it into my throat. He wasn’t usually that assertive, and I liked this new side of him.

Pierce kept spanking me while he played with my clit, occasionally trailing his fingers over my asshole and making me wonder if they were planning to try double penetration. I was equally terrified and exhilarated by the idea. Unfortunately, my boyfriend didn’t hold out long enough to experiment. Maybe it was watching his brother spank me, but he came way faster than he normally did. I swallowed and looked up to see a huge smile on his face as he continued to watch what his brother was doing.

Pierce leaned over me, still rubbing my clit, and whispered in my ear, “May I fuck you now?”

Steve looked down and nodded slightly, letting me know it was my call. That was all I needed.

“Fuck me, Pierce. Please fuck me now!”

He left the couch, and I pouted at his absence, but he came back wearing a condom and ready to go. Almost immediately I felt his cock pressing against my entrance, stretching me as he worked it in. Steve took over rubbing my clit and kissing me, sliding his tongue into my mouth as Pierce thrust all the way into me.

Both of their hands were all over my body, cupping and touching with total confidence. I came instantly, but Pierce kept going, fucking me in a steady rhythm that was driving me wild. I came at least three more times before he finally thrust even deeper and came as well.

We untangled from our naked heap on the couch, retrieving our clothes and our beers. Things were a little awkward the next morning, but I was determined to make it happen again. Now that I’d had them both, I only wanted more.

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