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.
"No," I whispered, kissing him gently on the cheek. I held his head close to mine and traced my hand down his body, slowly wrapping around his cock. He shuddered in my arms at the touch of my cold hand. "It's Christmas morning, I want to give you your present before mom and dad wake up."
Joey looked up at me, his eyes now wide, his eyelids still heavy but propped open with curious excitement. He took my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. He gently nodded his head.
Joey and I now enjoyed kissing whenever we were alone but we had never gone further. Now, there were no triplets as a buffer, nobody else vying for his cock or mine. It was just me and my little brother.
I began to kiss him back before moving to his neck. As I gently unbuttoned down his onesie, my lips followed, tasting every inch of my little bro. Finally, I got to his cock and I looked back up at him. His smooth chest glowed in the soft light from outside and he looked even more adorable than usual in his Christmas pajamas. I gently licked the tip of my brother's cock, feeling a wave of pleasure course up his torso. My tongue circled the head and I used the saliva to stroke the top of his penis, causing him to gently moan. I looked up and grinned, putting one finger to my lips as a gentle reminder to not wake mom and dad. I returned to his cock, kissing my way down his shaft before dragging my tongue back up.
I motioned for him to lift his legs up and I gently slid the onesie legs off his body. He slid his arms out of the sleeves and we gently pushed the ensemble to the floor. I grazed his thigh with my hand and pushed it to the side, opening him up. I kissed his thigh and drew my tongue closer to his crotch, licking the area between his legs and his scrotum. I breathed deeply, drawing in the scent of his morning musk. I licked my way around Joey's taint to the other side. I used my hand to softly jerk him off as my tongue explored his testes, licking each of the balls before gently popping each into my mouth, eliciting another soft moan from my little bro. Cradling his cock, I licked my way back up the shaft, my tongue circling the head and coating my brother's cock with saliva. The slick spit caused his dick to almost sparkle in the dancing lights from the tree in the corner.
I looked up at him and grinned. As the only snowman left in the room, I threw my hood back onto my head and dramatically tossed the scarf around my shoulder. I took his cockhead into my mouth and slowly began to suck, creating a vacuum around the tip. I worked my way down the shaft, bobbing up and down while trying to keep the sound of my slurping to a minimum. The carrot nose resting on my forehead pressed into Joey's pubes as his carrot pressed the entrance of my throat. He groaned loudly as I took his entire cock down my throat.
"Shhhh," I whispered, still amused but not wanting our time together to be cut short. I crawled up so that I hovered above his naked body. "Do you want to wake Mom and Dad?" I whispered, pressing my nose against his. Joey smiled bashfully and playfully shook his head back and forth. "Good boy," I said, kissing his nose and then his lips.
I lowered myself beside him and gently stroked his cock, my saliva causing a faint squelching sound as I teased the head. I felt Joey moan and I wrapped my arm around my brother, putting my hand over his mouth as I continued to jerk him off. I could feel his small frame arch against me and the tent in my onesie grew bigger. Feeling myself get hotter and hotter in the fleece outfit, I took a break to unbutton it, sliding it off my body before pulling Joey close to me once more.
