*This is 3rd part in the Birthday Boy series. This part has light incest included, so if that isn't something you like, please feel free to end the Birthday Boy journey at part two. This is intended to be the final installment of the Birthday Boy series. If you want more, or just more of Jen and Brandon, please feel free to comment below!*
We all laugh and continue drinking, while we gossip about all the hotties we saw at the party. We turn on the music and dance around in our continued inebriated states.
I wonder if Brandon is asleep or thinking of our past encounters. I cannot seem to get them out of my head; in fact, the more I drink, the more I want him again. I look at my two best friends and wonder what they would say if they knew what I had done with Brandon. I know Amber would disapprove, but Tay, she was down for a threesome. Albeit, this is her cousin, but that's not a huge deal right?
I suddenly get hit in the stomach with a pillow. "Get your head out of the clouds and join the party!" Amber laughs as she holds the pillow she hit me with armed to hit me again. Tay runs and quickly grabs another pillow off her bed, and they block me from being able to grab one as well.
"Oh sure, two against one, that seems fair." I can't help the smile that is plastered to my face, and it seems that neither can they. They both take a step toward me and I dive onto the bed. They hit me over and over, but I grab a pillow and return their assaults. I stand on the bed to make their attacks more difficult to deliver, and I regain some ground. They both jump onto the bed and we just keep hitting each other and laughing loudly.
It seems cliché, girls bouncing around in their pajamas having a pillow fight. However, I've begun to learn that clichés exist for a reason. Pillow fights are fun. There's not feathers raining down around us, but that would just be a mess anyway. We bounce, and I notice how our different size boobs all bounce differently. Our hair flying around our faces as we jump and block pillows with pillows. This is girls having fun. I'm not sure why this is such a fascination to guys.
Suddenly, I hear a small click, and I look to the door. Tay and Amber did not seem to hear it, but I am pretty sure someone was just at the door. Was it Brandon? I don't have long to dwell on this thought because suddenly I am being tackled onto the bed. We all collapse on one another in squeals of laughter. We stay on the bed just wrapped up in each other talking until Amber completely passes out. Tay and I both lightly giggle because Amber is always the first to pass out, and nothing revives her until her internal alarm clock goes off.
I turn on my side and face Tay as she does the same to face me so that we are nose-to-nose. We giggle a little more as we also try to regain our composure.
I take a deep breath, the alcohol not allowing for any kind of deep thought, and quietly blurt out, "Did you mean it when you said you would be willing to do a threesome?" The smile leaves Tay's face, but only for a moment, and then she is beaming. My eyes widen as she simply nods her head in response. I bite my lip as I try to formulate my thoughts.
"What if we did one right now?"
Tay's smile drops a little as she says, "Nobody's here anymore except my brother, ew, and..." She doesn't finish, but is instead looking at me with wide eyes realizing what I was eluding to. Or rather, who. "I can't do that. I mean, we are related."
"I mean only a little." I shrug. "Besides, you can always decide what is allowed to enter where." I walk two of my fingers up her arm as I try to convince her. This is a habit of ours, walking our fingers along the other while really letting the idea walk around their mind. Doing it while talking about instigating a threesome though, it sends little shivers throughout my body.
She smiles but also shakes her head and asks, "But, how would you convince him?" I laugh lightly at the question. I think about my last two encounters and my suspicions about him peeking at all of us, and I know it will take almost no effort to convince him. In fact, we may not need to say anything at all.
I simply answer her with a wink and roll off the bed. My feet hit the floor and I stand, realizing there is still some alcohol coursing through my blood, but not enough to completely throw me off. Tay stands slowly right beside, and momentarily rests a hand on my shoulder.
"Whoa, haha, head rush." We both giggle lightly at that before making our way toward the door. "Wait," Tay grabs my arm with both of her hands, "I'm nervous."
I brush back some loose strands of hair from her face and grab her hand and squeeze it. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. In fact, you don't have to do anything at all." I look back at Amber on the bed and say, "You can totally stay here, and just go to sleep." I look back at Tay who is also looking at the bed, and I see a look of determination slowly creep to her face, one that has brought a little lust to her eyes.
She opens the door and whispers, "Let's do this." She leads the way to Brandon's door, then pauses. I watch as she bites her lip, looking from me to the door then back to me. "Okay, now I don't really know what to do." I simply smile at her, knock twice and open the door.
Brandon is laying there in a white undershirt and a pair of sweatpants reading. It is the end of his birthday night, and he is reading. I find that both funny and extremely sexy. I clear my throat and he lifts his head, eyes meeting mine.
"What are you-" He stops when he sees Tay step beside me. I watch a swarm of reactions and emotions cross his face: confusion, disappointment, hope, lust. He obviously isn't sure what we're here for, but I can see what he wants. I glance at Tay and smile, and then I begin to walk toward the bed. Tay shuts the door and follows suit. I kneel beside Brandon on one side of the bed, while Tay sits cautiously on his other side.
I put a hand on Brandon's abs, under his shirt and slide my hand up and down the skin of his torso. Each time my hand comes down, it brushes just a little bit under the waistband of his sweatpants. The heat of his skin combined with the goosebumps being raised is a heady combination. I watch my own hand in fascination, wondering at what point I became such a wanton girl for this guy.
"I know you were watching us earlier," I whisper in his ear so that Tay can't hear. He inhales sharply, staring at me with need and something else I can't quite read. I straighten myself, my hand resting just at the top of his pants. He looks like he doesn't know what to do or say, or, I suppose, what he is allowed to do or say. I should help the poor guy out. "Tay," I look at her and with my free hand grab the hem of her shirt and pull her closer, "It seems unfair that the birthday boy missed our pillow fight earlier," our noses touching, we giggle lightly. I move my hand on Brandon to his cock, but still on the outside of his sweatpants. It is already getting hard, so I let my hand help him out a little more. "Seems we should give him another show." Our mouths practically already touching, we smile against each other. Tay grabs my tits, my nipples already hardening, and I turn and wink at Brandon before I press my mouth against Tay's.
This isn't the first time we've kissed. When you're best friends and relatively attractive, it becomes a common theme in Truth or Dare to make the hot girls kiss. Tay and I have been dared to kiss so many times, we learned how to make a show of it a long time ago. Because of this, my idea is that it will also help Taylor not be so nervous and have fun. Even if all we do is make out and fondle each other over the lap of her cousin.
I hear Brandon suck in a quick breath, and I just smile into this girl-on-girl kiss. My hand continues to move on Brandon's cock, feeling it quickly hardening. I move my hand up to the waistband, undo the little tie, and begin to pull it down; Brandon lifts his hips just slightly and helps me with this process. I grab ahold of his freed shaft and move my hand up and down. I give him a few slow strokes like this, no more barriers, as I moan into Taylor's mouth. I can feel his cock jump from the heated situation, the show, the tease. Deciding to be bolder, and see how she feels about taking things further, I grab Tay's hand that is on my tits and move it to Brandon's cock.
She stops kissing me for a moment to take in what is going on. I move her hand up and down his cock, taking her earlobe between my teeth. I flick the sensitive skin with my tongue at the same time I pinch her nipple. I pull away, locking eyes, making sure she knows she can say no if she wants. I see the hesitation for a moment, before she begins to stroke Brandon with a little more enthusiasm.
Taking this as my sign to continue, I remove her shirt slowly, and then she does the same to me. We grab each other's tits and kiss once more. Giggling as we suck on each other's tongues, grope each other's breasts, flick and pinch each other's nipples. We've never done this topless in the dares before, but we've seen each other naked enough that it feels more natural than weird.
I look at Brandon who now has his own hand on his throbbing cock. I take Tay's hand and move it back to his cock to help him out. I take the tip of his cock in my mouth and give it a quick suck and lick. Brandon's groans making my tight pussy so wet. I pull away from his cock, for now. Then I come back up to Tay and kiss her neck. I move my mouth down her neck, shoulders, tits, stomach, until I get to her pajama shorts; I pull her shorts down, revealing her blue thong, and I lightly kiss and pinch her ass cheeks.
