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.
Max must have seen some doubt on my face because he came in for a second try. I squirmed and went "mmmmmmm!" as his lips, which were shaped just like mine, pressed gently down. I was aware of Adam drawing in a breath and watching us, equally shocked.
And then I started to respond, because Max felt somehow so familiar; everything about the kiss felt strangely right, like I'd somehow kissed him before, a million times over, even though I hadn't.
Max's tongue eased into my mouth and soon we were kissing deeply. Adam stood, gaping at the soft sounds of wet kissing between his brother and sister. I recall moaning deep in my throat at how good it felt with Max kissing me, his tongue rolling on mine, wet and warm, with his masculine taste in my mouth.
When Max at last stopped kissing me, I gasped for breath and just stared at him for ages. He looked dazed and disoriented. He had a girlfriend, a chick called Cindy. I wondered what she'd say if she knew he was kissing another girl. Not only that, kissing his sister.
She'd probably puke, just like anyone else would.
So I felt my own eyes were kind of heavy, too. I looked at Adam, feeling totally shocked and ashamed of myself, hoping he wouldn't look disgusted at our depravity. But he didn't. He looked just as weirded out as Max and I did.
And then Adam was kissing me too.
The sight of Max and me kissing must have really turned him on, because even though he had just been joking with me about this being illegal, Adam began pulling me towards the bed, and his tongue was all inside my mouth and round my teeth and under my top lip. We fell on top of the bed in a tangle of limbs and Adam rolled on top of me and pulled my sweater up, exposing my lacy black bra. He and Max, who was now kneeling down on the end of the bed, stared at my boobs encased in the almost transparent and very skimpy undergarment.
"What the hell?" I shouted. "How did we get here so fast?"
"Keeley, one thing I've always wanted to do is look at your tits, and I must say they are truly amazing," said Adam, running a finger around the outer edge of my left breast.
"Adam, the fuck? I'm your sister! What were we just saying before?" I was aware of the craziness of the situation. I had not long done kissing both of my brothers with my tongue in their mouths, after saying I wished brothers and sisters were allowed to fuck legally. I know, right?
"Keeley, that bastard Karl didn't treat you right, but your brothers will," said Max. "And dammit, girl, Adam is correct. Your tits are really incredible."
I lay there, breathing hard, which made my chest heave up and down and my breasts rise and fall under Adam's and Max's curious scrutiny. I was glad of my gruelling workout sessions which hurt like crazy but kept my tits firm and my belly flat and my ass rounded, and I thanked my fake tan which hadn't worn off yet and gave me a nice, golden colour like I'd just come back from Tunisia or somewhere exotic like that.
Then I wondered why I was so concerned about looking hot for my brothers.
My brothers, dammit! The two guys I shared a crib with when we were little babies! The two guys who had the same Mom and Dad as I did! Disgusting, right?
Gross, in fact.
Adam straddled my waist with his long legs on either side, his knees digging into the mattress. He hooked a forefinger into my lacy bra and slowly pulled the cup to one side. Then he touched the tip of my left nipple. He did all this without saying a word, and Max kind of eased over so that he could get a better look.