My brother, sister, and I were triplets, raised by our ailing Grandmother in Kansas City Missouri. Grandmother was never very good at showing her emotions and instead of telling or showing us she loved us would do it with gifts. We had everything that any child could want or need growing up except for the talks of sex that our friends at school had said they had gotten. When we'd ask our Grandmother about it she would wave her hand in the air and tell us that we'd find out soon enough and not to bother her with silly little questions. We dropped the subject all together and focused on our schoolwork. So, as we matured into young adults we had no idea what sex was and because of our Grandmother's raving, we never found out and grew up innocent and naive.
Two days after our 18th birthday our Grandmother passed on, it was no surprise she had been ill for most of our lives. After her death we had to leave the house, Grandmother still had a mortgage on it and there was no way we could afford it. The money that she should have set back or put into life insurance she had used to buy us the presents that she had always bestowed upon us. There was nothing for us after she passed except for a few antiques and her jewelry, which we had to hide away so the state would not take them. We were given two weeks to pack everything that was ours and move. We all three had part time jobs and knew we had enough money to get a small apartment. We said our sad farewells to the house that we grew up in and moved into a one-bedroom apartment that had a hide away bed in the couch for our brother to sleep on while my sister and I took the bedroom.
After being on our own we had a hard time the things that were handed to us before we had to buy ourselves now. We barely had enough money for bills, food, and everything else and would fight constantly over who would pay what bill or even who would clean the kitchen that night. We gave up our dreams of college to get full time jobs so that we could stay in the apartment that we were about to lose. Everything that we had taken from the house that was our Grandmothers we ended up having to hawk off to come up with the money we needed to survive.
A year passed and we grew further apart, my sister and I would come home from our jobs and see our brother, Bobby, sitting on the couch making out with one girl or the other. This always made us uneasy for we still knew nothing about sex and seeing him there his arms wrapped tightly around some girl's waist frightened us a little. We had asked him several times not to bring the girls home but he never listened and this always ensued a fight after she was gone. After our bout was over Maria and I would lay in bed talking about what it would be like to actually have a boyfriend to do those things with and with in a couple of months she had herself a boyfriend. She'd never talk about what they'd do with one another and this bothered me, I'd ask her things about him and she would just brush me off. I hadn't found a man that I liked and had always been more of a tease than anything else. Shortly after she began to go out with him she ended it.
I remember the night like it was yesterday. I had come home from work to find the apartment dark, I knew Maria got home before I did and figured that she was out again with her boyfriend. I headed to our bedroom to change, I can never stand to keep on my work clothes after I was home. When I walked into our bedroom I saw Maria lying on the bed crying. I shed my clothes quickly and told her to hold on while I got on my pjs, this made her cry harder. I didn't want to keep her in the state that she was in, so I forgot about the clothes and went over to sit down on the bed with her.
I propped my back against my pillows and she came and lay in between my legs with her head on my breasts. I held her there tightly to me as I listened to her tell me how her and Bobby had gotten into a huge fight. It was all over her boyfriend and how Bobby warned her that she had better not be fucking him or he'd kick his ass and hers and how he had just stormed out of the apartment without explanation.
She looked at me with her big blue doe eyes, so much confusion and hurt was in them and I felt so sorry for her. She told me how she didn't understand his anger and how hurt she had been and still was. All I could tell her was that I'd speak to him when he came home and see what was going on. She moved up and kissed my lips, something we hadn't done since we were young. This small kiss and the realization that we were both naked stirred feelings in my stomach that I had never felt before. My clit began to throb and my juices began to flow. I could tell by the flush in her face that she had been effected the same way. She kissed me again with more urgency and passion then before and I returned the kiss. I slid down on the bed until I was lying flat and she was completely on top of me. I spread my legs further apart as she straddled them with hers. She began to move grinding our clits together, this sent so many new sensations through my body that my head began to spin from it. I loved to feel her pussy rubbing slowly over mine but the guilt of what we were doing crept into my head. It was wrong to do this but I couldn't stop it.
As she fucked me she told me her and her boyfriend had never done anything together. She had never wanted to and the only time she grew horny was in Bobby's presence or mine. Hearing this made my desire grow for her and I confessed that this was the first time I had done anything sexual also.
She sat completely up then and I looked at her, I saw her for the first time as a grown woman. She was beautiful, though we were triplets we didn't really look anything a like aside from the features most siblings have to let people know that they are related. Her hair was black, as mine is a dark auburn; her skin was darker in color, her lips a little smaller, her nose a little narrower. Her body was a pear shape with a small bust line and big round hips as mine was more of an hour glass figure. Though her tits were small they were pretty with large dark nipples that were at the moment so hard that they stood inches away from their base. The more I looked at her the hotter I grew, I felt a sensation hit my body that left me almost paralyzed, I was cumming for the first time in my life. My body tensed then started to shake uncontrollably. I felt the release of my cream and began to yell out how good she was making me feel and to go faster and harder. She started to cum then and grabbed on to my tits as her own orgasm hit her. I felt the flow of her juices mingle with my own and my orgasm intensified with it. As we started to calm down she bent down and kissed me again. She rolled off of me and we both started to giggle, we both agreed that we needed to change the sheets, we had soaked them.
We had just got done making the bed when we heard the door open and slam shut, Bobby was back. Maria started to quiver again and I reassured her everything was alright, I threw on a tee shirt and went to speak to him. He had already pulled put the bed and was lying there in his boxers. I sat down on the bed and began to question him on the earlier events that had taken place and why he had been so mean to Maria. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, from crying himself and his high almost boyish voice said to me "Jessi, you want to know why I was so hard on that girl?" I nodded my head and he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I jumped and tried to pull back from him but he was to strong. He forcefully kept my hand there and began to speak. "You feel that Jess?" I've always hated to be called by that name and winced at the fact that he would use it. I stared at him, tears starting to well up in my eyes as I fought to get my hand back. With his own voice trembling and his eyes filling with tears themselves he said, "That's what you both do to me! No matter how many girls I fuck, I can't get you or Maria out of my head. The reason I went off was because when I walked through the door today she was parading around here half-naked and he was here! The thought of her fucking someone else angered me and I chased him out and started yelling at her, I didn't mean to but I couldn't help it. I know she didn't understand my rage and I had to leave before I did something I regretted." I stared at him amazed and quite fighting for my hand. I couldn't tell him anything that had just happened between Maria and me now or ever. I felt afraid yet intrigued by him, I asked what he would have done if he hadn't had left. He looked at me tired, sad, and confused himself and said, "Jessica, I honestly don't know, I probably would have taken her against her will and I don't ever want to do that." I looked down at the hand he was still holding to his dick and said nothing more to him. We sat there for awhile in silence both of us staring off into space.