No one in this story is under 18.
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I woke up in the middle of the night feeling even more restless than usual. Getting to sleep had been a chore, with the images of my brother's and my father's cocks in my mind. My plan had started out as a way to humiliate them the way I had been humiliated by them and to get even with them for the way they used my mother, but try as I might, I could no longer muster the anger.
Their cocks were increasingly on my mind. I thought back to me lying on the bathroom floor being fucked by TJ while Stephen pounded his huge cock down my throat as I lay there almost unconscious from lack of oxygen. I had blacked out as I had the most massive orgasm that I had ever experienced.
Suddenly, I noticed my hips were gyrating as my fingers had begun to massage my clitoris while thoughts of this afternoon ran through my head. It had not felt good. Stephens cock forced down my throat was painful and if I hadn't been used to his cock and my fathers, it may have damaged my throat.
But, the challenge of taking it excited me. The thought of being filthy excited me. Memories of being fucked by my father and both my brothers at the same time filled my mind as my fingers worked furiously on my pussy.
I got out of bed, tossing my panties aside and wearing nothing but a wife-beater that was stretched taut, straining to hold my large tits in, allowing the nipples to show through. My tits still hung heavy and full and bounced even though I was walking as quietly and stealthily as I could.
I made my way out of my room and across the hall to my brother's room. Even though they were in their twenties, they still shared a room. Our house wasn't large and there was no room for everyone to have their own room.
Being the only girl, I got a bedroom to myself, but it was small. They got the larger of the two bedrooms, but even their room, with two twin beds and two dressers, was tight. If I had had a sister rather than two brothers, I would be the one sharing a room.
I turned the doorknob, expecting someone to bark out a command to get away, but heard nothing. I pushed the door open slowly, with a very faint creak. I pushed it open until a trapezoid of light from the hall fell across Stephen's legs.
No one moved.
I stood and watched him sleep. The longer I watched, the more convinced I became that I could see the shape of his wondrous cock in the covers. Finally, the filth in my mind overpowered the reason, and I tip-toed in, pushing the door to behind me. I didn't push it far enough to latch it in case I had to make a quick exit, which was highly possible.
I stood beside his bed letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. I turned to check on TJ, and he was asleep as well. His cock was almost as magnificent as Steve's and I wanted it too.
My nerve crescendoed, and I dropped to my knees beside Stephens bed. I lifted the covers and began to touch his cock lightly through his underwear. I defined its flaccid length, still impressive, with my fingertip, barely touching it.
