"Mmmmm..." I woke up with someone's face in my hair, his breath tickling my neck and morning erection poking against my butt.
"Hmmm..." he sighed as well, squeezing my left breast through the old half-slip I liked to sleep in.
My panties were missing and I spread my legs, lifting the top one and curling it over his. I liked the way he hugged me and I didn't want to open my eyes. The alarm hadn't gone off yet, but how early it might be, I had no idea. I didn't want to know and I'd been having a nice dream, something about horses after falling asleep with Misty of Chincoteague Island. I loved that book.
"Oh!" I gasped as I felt his penis pushing past my dry pussy lips, uncomfortably at first, but inside I was moist and warm.
I smiled and refused to open my eyes as the annoying discomfort went away and my pussy opened around him. I turned my foot downward, playing my toes along his leg while he pushed and pulled his cock slowly, making me wetter with every thrust of his hips until I had to jerk my hips and meet him. I clasped both of my hands to the one holding my breast, holding his wrist and forearm, urging him to fuck me faster and deeper.
We were both grunting softly as my bed started to squeak and the headboard hit the wall with a dull, rhythmic thumping. The juices were spilling out of me and I became warm inside and out. I had to bite my lip to keep the pleasure inside, breathing through my nose as his cockhead found the bottom of my sex. David was fucking me, I realized, and dimly remembered him climbing into my bed. He had a nice cock, long and thin and curving like a banana. It was cute like the rest of him, but better than that, his erection always seemed to find the magic happy button way down deep in my pussy.
"Ussss..." I hissed, shivering as my orgasm burst like balloon between my thighs. My tummy quivered and my nipples popped and my hips went back and forth all by themselves. Uncontrollable, that's the way it felt, and I wanted him to stop moving and hold his prick against my cervix and let me enjoy the moment, but he didn't and that seemed pretty okay too.
David fucked me through my cum and he always lasted a long time in the morning, much longer than he had the night before. Probably because he needed to use the bathroom, I thought, but whatever the reason, he gave me a marathon fuck. A couple minutes later, I had my second cum, a bigger, better orgasm than the first, and I reached back to pinch his hip with my fist. I squeezed him, begging wordlessly for him to join me. My pussy spasmed with joy, squeezing his cock and still he refused to cum.
"Roll over," he whispered. "On your stomach."
"Ummm..." I didn't have a choice as he turned both of us face down on the bed. David straddled my thighs, pressing his chest to my back and holding my shoulders as he started drilling my pussy hard. He couldn't get as deep that way and I missed the sensation of his cockhead kissing my cervix, but I'd opened my eyes and we only had three minutes until the alarm went off.
The old bedsprings were loud and the bed tapped the wall in time with David's hips. I'd spread my legs as wide as possible, giving his balls room to slap my pussy and tease my thrumming clitoris. I felt the stain growing beneath me as our juices leaked from my sex. He had a long cock, but not very a very fat one and our sex always seemed exceptionally messy as he worked my clasping vagina like an overeager plumber. Eighteen-year-old boys are like that though and he rode me for another two or three minutes before finally losing it.
"Ah! Fuck!" he breathed, just that as I felt his cock jerking inside me. David held himself deep, giving me a nice, slow grind while his balls emptied into my hungry womb.
I smiled and opened my eyes as the alarm decided to go off just at that particular second. I reached for it, all hot inside and thinking I could feel his semen mixing with my own girlish goo. David had collapsed on top of me like a heavy blanket, panting into my hair and letting his body relax.
"Nice timing," I said with a grunt. "You're kinda heavy though."
"Sorry," he whispered back. "Thanks, Wendy."
"Anytime," I replied, giggling weakly and drawing a deep breath as he rolled off me.
"I gotta pee," Dave told me and I rolled my eyes.
"That's a little more information than I need."
"You want a ride to school?"
"Nope," I said, rolling over as he found his boxers. "Amy's picking me up."
He gave me a smile, looking flushed and cute with his bed-head hair. It wasn't long and black like mine, but we shared the same blue eyes; a gift from our mother, along with my slender hips, long legs, and generous breasts. She'd been a beautiful woman and I was getting there, but it's hard to be truly beautiful at fifteen. I needed a couple more years, one last growth spurt maybe, and then I'd really turn some heads.
I hoped. I wanted to be a model someday, like Mom had been, or maybe an actress or even a flight attendant would be cool. I knew I could probably do that, but being a model had always been my first choice. I just needed to grow a couple more inches. Nobody likes models who are only five-seven for some reason and I checked my height every morning. They say people are taller in the morning, like they stretch while they sleep or something. Less gravity to pull us down, I guess.
Daddy had built a thing for checking my height, like on the scale at school, except he'd made it out of wood. I got out of bed, making a face at my cum drooling pussy. My labia were all pink and puffy, hanging down and wet with thin, milky sex juice. My thighs were wet and so was my tummy after lying on the wet spot. I didn't care too much though. I stood flat footed against the wall, reaching above me to find the horizontal wood measuring thing, getting it even with the top of my head.
"Shoot." I turned around and looked. Sixty-seven and a quarter inches ... again. I hadn't grown any taller in a month!
I grabbed my bathrobe, putting it on over my satin half-slip, and went to the bathroom.
"Who's in there?" I asked the shadow behind the shower curtain.
"Me," Curtis replied as I dropped my bathrobe on the floor and sat down on the toilet.
"Hurry up," I told him, letting my bladder go because I'd wanted to pee too, but I guess it's different for boys. David had practically run out of my bedroom.
"Just get in," he told me. "I'll wash your back."
"I bet!" I giggled and closed the toilet lid without flushing; the shower gets really hot when someone does that.
I peeled off my slip and stepped on the scale first. If I wasn't getting any taller, I sure didn't want to get any fatter! Except I wasn't fat at all, but still ... One-oh-four and that hardly ever changed either. So, I felt better anyway and I pulled the shower curtain back so I could get in with Curt and he'd been jerking off it looked like.
"Hey," he said, turning his back to the showerhead and showing me his chubby erection. If Dave had a long, skinny dick, my second oldest brother had a short, fat one. Like only six inches long, maybe not even that, but a genuine handful for me. I thought Curt's penis looked pretty cute.
"Hey," I replied. "Let me under the water."
"Wait. I got shampoo in my hair."
"Is that my shampoo?" I frowned at him, noticing the lilac smell and I hated the way I always ran out of shampoo so fast. "Curt!"
"What?" He grinned and stuck his head under the spray, frisking his fingers through his short black hair so that his cock jiggled up and down.
"You jerk!" I slapped at his dick. "Use your own!"
"I'm out," he said. "I just used a little."
"Hmph!" I snorted and wrapped my fingers around his erection, pulling him towards me.
"You wanna suck on it?" he asked, but I'd only been moving him out of the way.
"Look out." I let him go, trading places and getting under the hot water and that felt pretty awesome. "Wash my back like you promised."
Of course, Curt had other ideas and while I washed my front, he stepped close behind me. I wasn't innocent either. I knew what would happen and a girl doesn't get into a shower with a boy, not even her sixteen-year-old brother, unless she wants to get fucked. Being the only female in a house full of men, I'd gotten used to that early in life. Some people would call it abuse, and maybe it was, but how would I ever know? I liked it and nobody ever hurt me, quite the opposite. Everybody treated me like a princess and compared to a lot of my friends, my family seemed almost perfect.
"Ohhhh ... Uh-huh!" I braced myself against the cool tiles as Curt pulled my hips backward.
"Like this," he breathed, aiming his cock at my already slick hole and pushing into my pussy easily.
"Yeah!" I gasped in agreement, enjoying the way he felt so much different than Dave.
His cock must have been nearly as big around as a Coke can, seriously. I wasn't joking about how thick my brother was and my fingers wouldn't go all the way around the shaft when he got hard, but my pussy could. I felt a pinch, but nothing painful, just a quick, sharp pinch as the mouth of my sex had to open extra wide. The walls of my pussy were shoved aside and I felt a vague throbbing sensation that I always enjoyed. Fucking my two older brothers back to back always begged comparison and I couldn't decide which of them I liked better, at least in the sex department.
I loved them both about the same in the sister department.
"Oh! That feels good," Curt said, grunting the words as he slid his cock in and out of me.
"Uh-huh!" I rolled my hips and nodded. "It feels great."
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