We were always very close. As kids we were literally inseparable. If you took one away, the others would cry until that missing one returned. We played together, ate together, and slept in our crib together. Even as we got older, we gravitated towards each other for comfort and security. Even when they started going out with girls and I started dating boys, we shared the gossip and shared the pain of breakups and never let outsiders come between us for long.
When I say 'we', I mean my two brothers and I.
And why the abnormal closeness?
We're triplets.
We're now 20 years old, and still as close as ever. My brothers are called Adam and Max, and I am called Keeley. I'm so glad our parents never went for gimmicks, like giving us names that all started with the same letter, or even worse, rhymed. They didn't dress Adam and Max the same, or put me in pink versions of what they were wearing. Yet even with all those differences, we were still so close we were sometimes just like the same one person. We did finish each other's sentences, and we sometimes knew what each other was thinking. But we weren't super creepy, like Children of the Corn or anything, and we still aren't, even though we all live together.
That's right. We live together. It's a big apartment and we all work, so it makes a lot of sense to split the rent. It means we have money free for other things, like the boys' hobbies. Max likes to go rock climbing. Adam collects movie memorabilia and sells stuff on eBay. His room is chock-full of junk. Max's ropes and climbing gear spills out of his room. Basically the guys live like slobs. I'm the neat freak.
I work at a beauty parlour. Yeah, I know. It's kind of typical for a girl like me. I'm 5'6" tall, my hair is long and blonde, although we're all naturally dark haired- the boys still are. I bleach the crap out of my hair just to look like the kind of gal who works in the beauty industry. I do like wild party nights once in a while, I like the odd hook up, I like to be fucked sometimes by random strangers. But I also like to stay home and watch TV with my brothers. When we all stay home and slob out on the sofa with beer and pizza, it's like heaven to me and I don't need anyone else but my two favourite guys.
Max is the eldest by three minutes, then me, then Adam is the youngest. We were all born within like, twenty minutes. Adam finally popped out last, and he's still kind of lazy to this day. Even when we're fucking, Adam usually cums last.
Yep, that's right. I said 'even when we're fucking'.
You see, there's another reason why we all live together.
We fuck.
All of us. I fuck the boys and they fuck me.
And we love it.
We're so close that sometimes it almost feels like masturbation.
It all started not long after our 19th birthdays. I had just dumped my stupid boyfriend Karl for cheating on me with some slut called Damonique. What the fuck kind of name is Damonique? Like her parents wanted a boy so they could call him Damon, and then when it turned out to be a girl they just stuck an 'ique' on the end?
Anyway, I was crying and being pathetic and the boys were trying to comfort me and so there we were, one girl and two guys all with their arms around each other, hugging and stuff. Because even though my brothers and I treat each other like our own personal verbal and emotional punchbags sometimes, we don't tease each other when the real shit goes down. When one of us hurts, we all hurt.
Max was holding me against him and cursing Karl and saying stuff like he hoped Karl got genital warts and cooties and that his dick should turn green and fall off. I started laughing, and Adam said that Karl just lost the most beautiful girl in all of heaven and earth itself, and in the company of my gorgeous brothers I started to relax and curse Karl myself and pretty soon we were all laughing about Karl's dick rotting off and Damonique getting herpes in her ass.
And then I said something like, I wished I had a hot boyfriend like you guys. I wish you weren't my brothers so I could go out with you instead of dickwads like Karl, and this other guy I used to go with called 'Tigger' who was like fucking Tigger, like a crazy ass shit who couldn't sit still for two minutes and drove me insane after three weeks. And Max and Adam were laughing at me then.
"You're not a bad catch yourself, Keeley," said Max. "Which is kind of understandable, seeing as you're related to me."
"And me," said Adam, laughing and displaying his beautiful white teeth.
I had looked at Max, with his shaggy dark hair and blue eyes, and then at Adam, with his shorter mid-brown hair and green eyes like mine. "It's a shame that fucking between siblings is wrong because then we wouldn't even have to leave the house," I had said, meaning it as a joke, and then I laughed extra loud because I couldn't believe I'd actually said it.
"Wash your mouth out, girl!" Adam had roared with laughter. "It's illegal, for a start."
"Illegal to fuck, or illegal to be a hot brother?" I said, punching Adam's bicep.
"Illegal to even think about it!" Adam grinned.
"Yeah. Besides, when brothers fuck sisters they end up with creepy babies," I said, pulling a creepy baby face.
But then while me and Adam joked and laughed about it, Max had looked at me kind of funny.
"Maybe it shouldn't be illegal," he said with a shrug. "Maybe it doesn't really matter if you feel really strongly about someone. I mean, none of us would ever hurt each other, right? Fucking Karl, and slutty Damonique, people like that don't even know what real love is."
His voice had gone different, deeper and kind of serious sounding. It was different enough to stop me joking and I looked at him intently.
"Max is getting all soppy," Adam chuckled. "Max and Keeley up in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g...."
"Bitch, please!" I snorted. "Maxie's just saying what he thinks. And he's right that we'd never hurt each other. I mean, I'd never dream of leaving either one of you guys, ever. It'd be like cutting off a limb, or something."
"Just a limb? I don't think I'd even be able to breathe without you, Keels," said Max.
And then he had leaned forward and kissed me, experimentally, on the lips.
I was kind of shocked at first. I immediately pushed him away. He stared at me with his hair hanging in his half-closed eyes, and dammit if he didn't suddenly look hot and sexy and everything I wanted a boyfriend to be. Kind, and loving, and loyal.
And so fucking hot.
And also, my brother.