My Breakthrough Movie -- Ch. 3
Summary to Date:
Jess is a female actor who got lucky, and got the role of a lifetime in a Hollywood movie. It involved nudity and sex, and was designed for the new generation raised on porn online. Jess became the new starlet sex symbol of the decade. As if to solidify her standing as a sex symbol, some devious paparazzi illicitly taped her having sex with the movie's supporting actor, and then switching partners with her best friend, Michelle, who was fucking the romantic lead of the movie. She fell in love with her best friend Sean, and they got engaged. She took him home to meet the family, the men of which love online porn, and quite a family reunion it was!
Warning:
The heroine of this story is a bit of a slut. If that's not your taste, you might want to read other stories.
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I sat on my twin brother Bobby's couch. I had just been seduced into having incestuous sex first with my twin, Bobby, and then right after him, when I was at my peak vulnerability from multiple orgasms, I was seduced by our older brother John. I had showered, but I still worried that I stank of sex. Bobby's Prell shampoo had not been kind to my hair, either. I had no make-up on, except for lipstick, which I always have with me, and I was expecting to be watching the sex tapes of my incestuous ravishment with my two brothers, as a condition for them to delete the tapes forever, when the doorbell rang.
The last two people in the world I wanted to drop in just then were my fiancé Sean, and my Dad. It was worse, because I learned -- to my horror -- that our Dad had made the guys promise they would show him the sex tapes they had just made, of us having incest. Apparently, everyone knew, as if it were a foregone conclusion, that my two brothers would successfully seduce me, that very day, at Bobby's apartment.
I realized I had been set up. Bobby knew he could seduce me easily in his nicely decorated apartment, and he had told John to drop by for sloppy seconds, and then he had somehow told Dad to drop in for the great unveiling of the sex videos of my day of shame. To top it all off, Sean was there, too!
I dropped my head into my hands, trying to hide my tears of shame. I ran to Bobby's bedroom and slammed the door shut. It didn't shut: Sean's foot was blocking it. He came into the bedroom, closing the door gently behind him. He held my sobbing face against his broad, powerful chest, as he stroked my hair lovingly.
That just made it worse, to be comforted by the man whose love and trust I had just flagrantly thrown away!
"It's okay, Jess, I know what happened. Your father told me what was going on over here at Bobby's place," he said.
My sobbing doubled in its intensity! I was crying so hard my stomach was wrenching and I could barely catch my breath. I took off my Cartier diamond engagement ring and gave it to Sean. I knew he could not possibly want to marry me now. Maybe if I were lucky, we could stay friends, like we used to be, before we fell in love?
My sobbing increased again at those thoughts.
"Jess, darling, my love, we all knew incest with your brothers was inevitable. You've been in love with them, yes, carnally in love with them, all of your adult life. It was just a question of when," Sean said, in a voice meant to calm the wild beast that roamed inside me.
"Whaaa-at?" I managed to get out.
"You've always wanted your brothers, and they've always wanted you. It's just the way it is in some families. It's not your fault," Sean said.
"Of course, it's my fault!" I wailed. "I could have said no. I should have said no! It's not that way in your family!"
"Who knows? I don't have sisters, and my mother has passed, and I'm not gay," Sean said. Sean did in fact have two brothers, and a father of course.
Normally that would have made me giggle, but I was too far gone to giggle. It did, however, reduce my sobbing, just a bit.
"I still love you. I still want to marry you, Jess," Sean said, as he kissed me right through my salty tears, and slipped his engagement ring right back on my finger.
"You do?" I whispered, scared to death of his answer.
"Yes, I do. What's a little incest among friends, and especially among true lovers, like us?" Sean rhetorically asked.
Sean continued to stroke my head, caress my wet cheek, and kiss me gently, until -- after around twenty minutes -- I had calmed down. We began to hear, through the closed door to Bobby's bedroom, the soundtrack of the videotape of my debasement at the hands of my two brothers.
"Want to watch yourself fuck, my little actor?" Sean asked.
"No!" I said, although that was not completely true, and both Sean and I knew it. An actor always wants to watch herself on film. You cringe, you learn, you get better.
"Yes, you do," Sean said, and he gently, ever so gently, took my hand and led me into Bobby's living room, where three men sat, watching the sex tapes.
I was not prepared to see the three men, all with their gorgeous cocks outside their pants, stroking themselves lovingly, while watching Bobby fuck my brains out on the tube. In particular, there was my Dad, beating off to the sight of his twins engaging in incestuous love. Lord almighty, my family is strange!
I nervously looked at Sean. He was riveted to the screen. I saw a growing lump in his pants, as well. Maybe men are all the same? Porn turns them on, even if it's their sister, brother, daughter, son, or fiancé in the tapes? Maybe even especially so? I, in contrast, just felt shame. Lots and lots of shame.
As we watched, however, I began to relive the fucks, and to remember just how wonderful they were. It was not just the sex, which was great in and of itself, but it was the culmination of literally years of yearning for the sex, for the sex as an outlet for the intense feelings I have always had for my two brothers.
My brother John, who read to me when I was little, who helped me to learn to ride a bicycle, who helped me with my math homework, who was always there for me, always with a kind and encouraging word, was my idea of an ideal brother.
My twin brother Bobby, with whom I could speak without words? He always knew my thoughts just as I always knew his. We almost could have cheated on tests in school via mental telepathy, but of course we didn't, and probably couldn't, it just felt that way. At times, I felt as if Bobby and I shared a single brain. I imagine other twins felt the same way?
Things changed a bit at puberty, an awkward time for most people. We used each other to explore the changes, but let's not dwell on that. We were always close, and I knew, from age 13 on, that eventually we would make love.
In college we had long discussions on philosophy, and the theory of acting. Bobby majored in electrical engineering (he always was an egghead) but he still took philosophy and literature classes. He studied political theory, which he called applied philosophy, and we had many a rewarding conversation deep into the night. Sometimes at the end we'd kiss goodnight, and sometimes the kisses would be -- inappropriate, shall we say -- for siblings. We both knew, without ever speaking it, that eventually we'd fuck.
Now, a long ten years after my clairvoyance at age 13, we had finally done the deed. With Bobby, it had been inevitable, the culmination of a lifetime of deep love and brotherhood, for lack of a less sexist word. Siblinghood? It doesn't have the same éclat.
I found myself getting wet as I watched. When my fuck with Bobby ended, and I was wasted by my orgasm from heaven, I watched John quickly sneak into place. I listened and watched the entire seduction John had used to get me to say 'yes,' and thereby to seal my fate. I found it comical. He knew, and I knew, but for me it was on a subconscious level, that I would cave and give into him, give myself to him, too. How could I not?
Looking back, yes, I was resisting having sex with John, especially right after sex with Bobby, but I knew I wanted it, and I knew I wanted it even as I was saying no, repeatedly, until finally I lost it, and said yes. John too knew I had wanted it. Booby knew. Even my Dad knew. I wondered if Sean actually knew? Don't go there, Jess.
I sat through the entire video tapes, and watched my two brothers and yes, my Dad too, spill their seed over watching yours truly get her brains fucked out. Only Sean managed to resist ejaculating, and I'm sure that was out of respect and love for me. It was gross to see the three men ejaculate like that, but as if it were a bad traffic accident, my eyes were riveted to the scene. I could not look away.
I stood over John and Bobby as I watched them delete the movies forever. Of course, they could have backed them up to some cloud, somewhere. At some point you just have to trust. If you can't trust your own family, who can you trust?
As the men were finishing banishing the sex tapes to oblivion, all five of us got texts. They were the same text, from Mom:
Dinner is ready. Get your asses over here before it gets cold!
