After a four-year stint in the Army, I declined Uncle Sam's invitation to make it a career and returned home to my family and friends. We celebrated my homecoming with a back-yard barbecue attended by the entire family and a few old friends. My mother and father were there, of course, as were my two younger twin sisters Molly and Holly and my younger brother Jack. My beautiful sister Molly was a bartender and Holly was a student in her first year of college. They shared an apartment a short distance away. Jack still lived at home and worked in my father's hardware store.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of my sisters. They had been beautiful when I left home, but they had truly bloomed in my absence. Although not identical twins, they looked very much alike. Both were a little over five feet tall and their curvaceous bodies weighed hardly more than a hundred pounds. Molly's lovely face was framed by a wreath of short, curly blonde hair. Holly's blonde hair was long and straight. She caught me staring at her and flashed what I took as a flirtatious wink.
I quickly adjusted to my new life. Like my brother Jack, I went to work in my father's hardware store. Jack and I had big plans for opening a lumberyard next to the store. He and I had always been good friends. Many brothers squabble and even come to blows, but we had never had a fight. One evening after closing the store, we stopped off at Dave's Tavern for a few cool ones. It was there that Jack made a shocking confession.
Jack was usually a light drinker, but that night he was putting them away. He said that he was celebrating the bank's approval of our loan for the lumberyard, but I suspected it was something else. After watching a few innings of baseball and shooting some pool, we took a table and ordered burgers. "I've got to get something off my chest," he said. "You have to promise me that you will stay calm until you've heard the whole story." I promised. "I've been banging Molly and Holly," he said. I nearly fell to the floor! I thought I had misunderstood and asked him to repeat himself. "I've been screwing our sisters."
If we hadn't been in a public place, I probably would have knocked him on his ass. I had always been very protective of my sisters and wouldn't stand for anyone harming them. Now my brother was telling me that he was fucking them. "You're joking, aren't you?" I asked.
"I'm not joking, Danny. I didn't seduce them - they seduced me." There was a pause in the conversation as the waitress served our food. "Molly walked in on me while I was jacking off in the shower. When she saw how big my cock was she said she wanted to give me a hand. I was mortified and told her to get out. She told Holly what happened and they teased me without mercy. They flashed their tits and asses at me every chance they got. They made it very clear that they wanted me to fuck them."
I could hardly believe my ears. He wasn't kidding. He had really done it! "They called me one day at the store and said they had blown a fuse at their apartment and didn't have electricity. I grabbed some fuses and went over to fix it. When I got there, they called me into the bedroom. I went in and found them sucking on each other's pussies sixty-nine style. No healthy man in his right mind is going to walk out of a lezzie show. They told me I could watch, so I pulled up a chair. They saw the bulge in my pants and told me I could masturbate if I wanted to. I took my cock out and the next thing I knew they were on their knees sucking it. They went back and forth until I shot my load in their mouths. I figured as long as we had gone that far, I might as well fuck them, too. I did them both, and, man, it was great!"
My initial anger had been replaced by a burning desire to know more. "They are going to want you, too," he said. "I told them you're hung even better than me." By that time I had a throbbing hard-on. "Does anybody else know?" I asked. "No. Just you, and you can't tell anybody."
"Well, I guess if you want to continue your sexual relationship with them, there isn't much that I can do about it. I'm not going to get involved, though. I'm not sure that I could fuck them even if I wanted to."
"Oh, come on. Are you telling me that you have never thought about fucking them? That's a load of crap. I jacked off hundreds of times while thinking about it. Now most of the things I did to them in my head, I've really done to them. I've even fucked their asses! Believe me, once you see them naked and rubbing up against each other, you won't have a problem getting it up."
I could hardly think of anything else for days after Jack's confession. At night when I lay in bed twirling my baton, I tried to visualize Jack sandwiched between my beautiful sisters. The prick-teasing started immediately. One Saturday afternoon I was mowing the yard wearing only a pair of brief shorts. When I saw the impish grin on Molly's face as her car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for some serious teasing. As she walked toward me, she swung her hips to and fro like a street-walking whore. She walked right up to me and said, "I just love a hot, sweaty man. Why don't we go in the garage and have a little fun?" Then she brazenly lifted her shirt to expose the finest pair of tits that I had ever seen and rubbed them against my hairy chest.
Jack came out of the house with a can of beer in each hand. "Hi, Jack, honey," Molly said. "Seeing your big brother dressed in hardly anything has made me real horny. Want to go in the garage and play?" Jack handed me a beer and then they walked hand-in-hand toward the garage. I went back to mowing the grass, but Molly's behavior had so distracted me that I could not concentrate and was in danger of losing a toe. The idea of my brother and sister fucking just a few feet away really blew my mind. I had to get a look. Then I remembered the small window above my father's workbench at the rear of the garage.
