Seducing the Triplets: Chapter Five
Bi, Incest, Age 18 up
Hello again! My name is Robin but, for the sake of privacy, I've changed the names in this story. Otherwise, I try to be as authentic as possible and not embellish or exaggerate too much. Feel free to reach out to me with any questions or if you just want to chat. I'm not sure how regularly I will check my pseudonym email and I'll try not to spoil future stories but I'm always happy to chat and hear from readers!
As I mentioned in the first chapter, Joey and I knew the triplets from our church's youth group so, when Christmas Eve rolled around, we knew that we would see each other there. This was the first time all of us had been to the Christmas Eve service since our friendship dynamic....evolved. Needless to say, we were a bit nervous about things being awkward out of the bedroom. Joey and I had always enjoyed coordinating outfits, although I will say that he looked much hotter than I did in our ensemble. We both wore red dress shirts and slacks with a matching dress vest. He had a black tie while I had a black bow tie. Because I needed to embellish a little, I added a top hat and winter cape because why not? The triplets were not as keen on matching ensembles but still dressed up a little. Surprisingly, we were on our very best behavior (although, Sam and I did have a quick make-out session in the coat closet). Somehow, the restricted setting and fancy clothes turned me on even more. I would need to find an opportunity to get them all dressed up again, just so I could be the one to strip them naked. Tonight, however, we just sat together, the sexual tension radiating across the pew. After the service, we exchanged hugs (and some playful groping that our parents couldn't see) and Joey and I returned home, eager to go to sleep so we could wake up bright and early on Christmas.
Chapter Five: A Gift on Christmas Morning
I had always been the early riser on Christmas morning. I never cared about presents, although I relished in watching people open their gifts from me. However, something about the atmosphere was always charged with excitement. Though Joey and I were well into adulthood, our family still liked to lean on nostalgia and tradition. We laid out cookies for Santa (and celery and carrots for the reindeer) and we had matching pajamas for pictures. This year, we had found some snowmen onesies that came with a little scarf sewn on. Over the years, my parents had to impose a "no waking anyone else up before 7" rule, mainly for my sake as I still tended to wake up at 5 in the morning with no hope of going back to sleep. This particular Christmas morning, however, I figured I might break that rule.
I woke up early as usual, a bit after 5, with the hood of the snowman onesie draped over my eyes, the carrot nose mirroring my morning wood. I walked out into a quiet house and I saw that my parents were still fast asleep in bed. I crept into Joey's room at the other end of the hall. I could see the blanket rise and fall steadily as he gently snored, his lips parted ever so slightly as his matching onesie hoodie concealed his tussled hair. I quietly closed the door and crept under the blanket. I traced my hand up his body, feeling the softness of the fabric and the firm outline of his figure underneath. The snoring ceased and he began to stir a little. I reached his face and brushed my hand against his cheek. My little brother's bright green eyes fluttered open, staring deeply into mine, illuminated only by the soft yellow glow of the Christmas lights outside his window and the small tree in the corner of his room. A couple months ago, he would have shoved me out of bed and gone right back to sleep but our relationship was different now. He groggily smiled at my presence.
"Merry Christmas, Joey," I whispered gently. He yawned and leaned his forehead against mine, still half asleep.
"Merry Christmas, Robin," he whispered back. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips against his, tasting the faint trace of eggnog left over from the night before.
We held each other close and I could feel his morning wood press against my leg.
"Not wearing any underwear under this thing either, huh?" I asked. Joey chuckled softly.
"Nah, then I would have to take the whole thing off to pee," he mumbled, still half asleep.
I playfully caressed his cock through the fabric and I felt it pulse against the button trapping it in.
"Ah," I muttered, "here you have much easier access, right? Like this?" I undid the one button and his cock popped out, clearly the horniest snowman I had seen in a while.
"Did you want to jerk off?" He asked, knowing that we wouldn't exactly have much time once the festivities began.