This story contains fiction between bothers and their sister. It's sole purpose is entertainment/fantasy.
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My name is Brit, and I have had a rough life growing up. My mother, brothers, and I lived in a poor rural town in government-assisted housing. My father, whom we all loved, was in and out of our lives during our childhoods. He would also be in and out of jail for drug offenses. When he was around, he would spend time with us until he and my uncle went on a bender; then, they'd end up running into trouble. My father's substance use was always his downfall. What I've learned was if it were just alcohol for him, he'd end up in minor trouble. When he mixed alcohol with stimulants, he would end up in big trouble. I could always tell when he was on them, he would become hyper and erratic. During my teen years, I watched him to ensure he wasn't hyped up around Jesse and Ben.
My brothers were my life. I did everything I could to protect them when they were young. Jesse was eight years younger than me. He was a lot like me. He wanted to work hard, stay out of the way, and live a different life than what we grew up in. Like me, he learned a lot about fixing cars, so when he turned nineteen, I hired him at the auto shop I managed.
Ben was ten years younger than me. Of the three of us, he was the outgoing one. Unlike Jesse and me, Ben had no interest in cars. His passion was cooking. He currently takes cooking classes and works part-time as a prep cook.
I've been at my shop for ten years now. When I first started, I saved every penny I made so I could rent my own place and get out of the family chaos. I was quickly able to rent a tiny studio-in-law apartment. My mom would let me take my brothers a lot, and they would come to my tiny apartment for periods when they were younger. Sometimes, we would set up a children's tent and pretend we were camping. I tried to give them normalcy while my parents always seemed to be in chaos. Needless to say, the three of us have always been close.
When I turned twenty-five, I bought a cute, one and a half bedroom house located twenty miles from where I worked. Because I live in such a rural area, my commute to and from work was less than twenty minutes. Shit, my closest neighbor is three miles from me. More importantly, my parents were fifty miles from me. I enjoyed having a house and the privacy that I had. I had put bunk beds in the half room for my brothers when I first moved into my quiet, tiny house. As my brothers became adults, they would still come and crash at my house, but not as often as they did when they were younger. Lately, Jesse was the one who would come over often. He was twenty-one now and would come when he was out with friends. Plus, he knew I wouldn't let him miss work just because he was out drinking with his buddies the night before.
Now at twenty-nine, I have the quiet life I always wanted. All my life, I have never been the most outwardly social person. My circle was small. I did go out consistently, but I was protective of the serenity I had in my life. I would go to the local bar for beers on the weekends while working my ass off during the week. I had a reputation for being a scrapper, and people respected me. I wouldn't say I dated a lot, but I was also not a prude. I would go home with someone if they were cute and I had interest, but I wasn't a whore either. I was not interested in being in a relationship. I liked my freedom and carefree life. Plus, relationships have drama that I have no interest in participating in. Don't get me wrong, there were men interested in more. Just because I'm a gearhead doesn't mean I'm not attractive. I believe and have been told that I am attractive. I am five foot three, with a somewhat thick build. I have wide hips, nice legs, and a big ass. Along with my perky B-cup breasts and girl next door face with brown hair and eyes, I think I'd be considered a catch for anyone. But I never brought anyone home to my place. It was my sanctuary, and I was unwilling to allow any drama or chaos in my home. I also enjoyed living in a rural town because people didn't bother you in them. It would take too much effort to find people just for trouble.
The last person I dated, if you want to call it that, ended about two years ago. He wanted more, and I was fine with the way things were. Here is the issue with living in a rural town, the men are slim pickings. But, until recent events, I was fine being alone. I had my best friend in my nightstand drawer when I needed it to take care of my urges.
Everything started to change when I turned twenty-nine. And when I say changed, it went in a direction I never would have predicted.
Both of my brothers still lived with my mother, who had moved on from my father's nonstop nonsense. They felt like they needed to stay because they worried about her being old and lonely without them.
The three of us would always go out for dinner and celebrate our birthdays. On my birthday, we went to the pub across from my shop. During dinner, Jesse and I talked shit to Ben about not being old enough to drink with us. We should have known better than to get him worked up, he's quick with responses unlike Jesse and me. We were about two hours into our night out when Ben finally started to shoot comments back at us. He told me, "Shit, Brit, by the time I'm old enough to drink with the two of you, you'll be a cougar."
I nearly spit my drink out. My immediate thought was, 'Did my brother just use a sexual term to describe me?' I quickly rejected that he understood what he implied with his comment. Because Jesse was laughing, Ben quickly turned his attention to him. "I don't know why you're laughing so hard. You and your fantasy crush."
I watched as the two of them jokingly went back and forth about who had the bigger crush on this fantasy person. I stepped into the conversation, "Wait, I'm lost. Who is the fantasy person you both have a crush on?" I was slightly buzzed, but my brothers have always told me everything, and now there was a secret crush. I needed to know who she was. My brothers suddenly got quiet and were turning red. This was going to be good, I thought. "C'mon guys. I want to know who this woman is."
Jesse told Ben, "You got a big mouth, dipshit."
The more I pressed, the redder they got. Ben said, "Tell her, I dare you," with a smirk on his face.
I knew they were going to spill the beans because we have a weird thing with daring each other. If one of them dared the other, they would do the dare. Finally, Jesse said, "We're talking about," then he hesitated by saying, "You."
His tone and embarrassing expression made it seem like he was serious, but I thought he was joking. "No, seriously. Who's the woman you both have a crush on," I pleaded with them to tell me.
Ben quickly responded, "He is being serious."
The conversation stopped as I could feel myself turning beet red. "Oh. I see," I said before downing the rest of my drink. I went directly into protective sister mode to break the awkward silence. "I'm flattered guys. I never knew my handsome bros had crushes on me. It's flattering." They had me curious, so I asked, "Is this a new thing?" After my initial embarrassment, I found it cute. It's just a crush, I thought. Why make a big deal about it?
Jesse said, "No, Britt, it's not a new thing. We thought you knew. Thanks for making all of this uncomfortable, Ben." Jesse said with a hint of anger.
Ben shot back, "It's not my fault. You started all the shit talking."
