In the living room of a house stuffed to the brim and threatening to boil over, three young people stood around a fold-out couch.
"You have to be kidding me," said Ross.
Tessa shrugged. "This is what's left. All the real beds and soft carpet spots are claimed. We have this or kitchen/bathroom tile."
Louis rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Is it too late to trade families? I want one with less people. Or more room."
Tessa dropped the folded comforter onto the folded-out mattress. It didn't even bounce. "Too bad for you. We only have the one family and for once everyone is available to come to Grandpa's for Christmas. For the weekend, we make do."
The boys groaned but didn't argue. Tessa was the oldest of the triplets, even if it was by seven minutes. Overtime they had been broken into accepting her authority.
The boys stripped off their shirts and kicked off their pants while Tessa made the bed for the three of them. Then she grabbed her top by the hem and pulled it over her head. Louis averted his eyes, but Ross didn't mind seeing how the meager moonlight trickling in through a cellar window reflected off her milky white stomach.
Louis did lodge a complaint when he noticed their sister reach around to the clasp of her bra. "Wow! You can't take that off."
Snap. She let the garment drop onto the floor. "Why not? They aren't meant to be slept in."
"But you're naked!"
"We used to take baths together, you know."
"When we were nine, half a lifetime ago. You didn't have those back then."
Tessa put her hands on her hips, inches above her floss-thin panty waist. She leaned forward, letting her boobs hang and sway. "You're an adult now, Lou. You can't be scared of tits forever."
"Fuck you!"
"Uh, guys?" said Ross. He was reluctant to get involved. Partly because he hated conflict. Partly because he'd rather not draw attention to his crotch right now. He hoped it was dark enough no one could see. "Can't we just go to bed for now?"
The other siblings huffed, but let the matter drop.
There was something of a silent debate about sleeping positions on the undersized mattress. Neither Tessa nor Louis were crazy about being in direct contact with each other after their row, but ultimately both of the boys would rather not have to curl up with the other if it could be in any way avoided. So without a word exchanged, somehow Tessa found herself shoved into the middle of the mattress.
While the bed could have comfortably suited two, it was in no way meant for three. Lying on their backs or stomachs with some space in between was not a possibility for the trio. In getting comfortable, Tessa eventually found herself on her side and her brothers organized around her.
Perhaps in an effort at spite, Tessa turned to face the irritated Lou. He looked from her breasts to her face, searching for some expression indicating this was a targeted jab. But Tessa left her eyes closed, her face a porcelain mask. No less annoyed, Louis rolled his back to her. Without missing a beat, his sister cuddled in. Her breasts poke softly into his back. He shivered, despite the shared body heat and warm comforter.
At Tessa's back, Ross found himself in a predicament. He still didn't have enough room to lay on his back. He had to be on his side. But should he be on his side with centimeters separating his body and his sister's? That felt awkward, somehow. And she was cuddling Louis. Maybe that would feel more natural.
The girl didn't register much surprise as she felt Ross curl up to her from behind. They had never spooned before, but they had always gotten along and under the circumstances it hardly felt inappropriate. She actually felt quite nice at the center of this sibling sandwich. Even if Louis was one of the breads, her brothers were soft and warm and she was being cradled between their bodies. Almost like being in the womb again.
Ross adjusted himself, pushing himself in tighter with the girl who had sprung from the same womb and seed eighteen years before. It wasn't a calculated action. She felt nice. Her skin was soft and exposed. The only strip of fabric on her were those little purple panties. He couldn't feel them through his boxers, but as he moved his hand onto her hip for some purpose of which he wasn't aware the boy received tactile affirmation that the panties were still in place. He had never gone entirely soft after seeing his sister's breasts, but as he pushed tighter in his cock went more rigid. He couldn't be sure he had ever been this hard in his life.
Tessa hadn't been sleeping, but she had drifted into a light doze. A distant corner of her mind registered the pleasurable sensations of a hand on her thigh and soft friction against her back. She purred without any thought. As her mind slowly drifted back to the realm of awareness, she found that she had known this stimulation was coming from Ross. Her first thought was vindication. Louis could pretend he wasn't aroused by her body, but at least someone was behaving honestly.
Louis at that point wasn't in any state to be denying anything. In her light slumber, Tessa had wrapped an arm round his chest, pulling herself to him. He could feel the points of her nipples lightly biting into his flesh. Her breath was hot on his upper back. Her neck length hair tickled his skin. His breath was fast and short. And he was terribly hard.
Ross's hand was tight on his sister's left hip. He had realized just what he was doing, but there was no hope now. In small circles he rubbed his cock into his sister's ass. In a last ditch effort of self-control, he briefly forced himself to stop and slow his breathing. Immediately, he could hear the short gasps of Tessa. He'd needed to know, needed to be sure she was awake.
"Tess?" he managed. He couldn't think of a full sentence for the question.
She pushed back against him. "Yeah. Keep going."
He did.
Louis's eyes flicked back. He wouldn't turn and look. He wouldn't move. But he'd heard them. He felt disgusted.
Betrayed.
...Left out.
Was he to be the only one in this bed not included in this revolting, depraved act? Would Tessa really take Ross and leave him?
Even as he thought it, her hand on his chest began to work its way down. Her fingers scamped over his waistband and his ferocious bulge. Almost delicately, she squeezed. Brother and sister hissed as one. "You feel that?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Like it?"
A short pause. A nod.
She released his bulge.
And then pried up his waistband, reaching inside.
Ross could have cum. In his boxers, against his sister. It would have been the most exciting orgasm of his young life. But something made him hold back. FOMO, maybe. If he came now, by the time he could cum again would the magic be gone? Would whatever mad, harlot spell had possessed his usually controlled sister be dissipated never to return? He knew he was damned. If not by God then by his family when they found what a disgusting pervert he was. If this was as good as it would get, he needed to milk for all that he could.
Tessa mumbled something over her shoulder.
"What?"
She turned, and for the first time Ross saw a hungry gleam in the eyes of his big sister. "Pull my undies down, lame brain. You can't get to my pussy like this."
His jaw dropped, but he didn't waste any more time.
Tessa felt the hot, throbbing dick of her little brother in her hand. She always thought about Louis as her little brother. Mainly cause it made him mad. She loved provoking a reaction, getting a rise. He thought he was such a clever boy, but she could play him like a fiddle never had it been more true than now.
Slowly she stroked. "Your cock isn't so bad, really. I think you might be average. Or at least close. Not like that guy from Bible camp last year. He was a monster! And not quite like Ross. Oooh, he's doing a good job back there."
"Fuck- fuck you- Bitch," Louis managed between gasps.
"Aww, don't take it so hard. I'm paying you a compliment. Let's make a deal: If you are a good boy tonight and do exactly what I say and don't cum to fast, maybe I will talk one of my girlfriends into giving you a pity fuck before graduation. That way you won't have to go to college a virgin.
"I mean, odds are I will owe her a favor. I'll probably need to eat her out or have Ross fuck to make sure she gets an orgasm after. But hey, don't worry. This is what sisters do for little brothers."
"Not your little brother- mmm- you whore."
Tessa laughed.
It wasn't easy to do from his lying position, but Ross managed to wiggle his sister's undies down below her ass cheeks. He probed with his finger between her legs. He had never touched a woman intimately before, but he had already been able to feel her wetness through his boxers. Her sex was not hard to find. He ground a finger between her lips and heard a sharp intake of breath. A feel of satisfaction swept over him that had little to do with his own penis.
Softly and smoothly he fingered his big sister. She wiggled her hips back at him, grinding against his hand. This continued for seconds on seconds, Ross working this gradual magic and irritating his excitement.
