We are a family of three, two boys and me, the younger sister.

We were on vacation with our parents to some far away, solitary resort in Canada. Our mom and dad were hiking and biking nuts and thought that being close to nature was the best thing in the world. Of course they thought we kids would be as enthusiastic as they but I hated it. My brothers hated it, we all agreed that being 80 miles from a cell tower sucked, that our parents were medieval oppressors for sticking us in the vast reaches of nowhere with no hope of contact with our friends or the internet. Sure, the camp had a phone, but it was a land line and not for casual public use. Not only were we a zillion miles from a normal existence, my brothers were assholes and me being in the vicious grip of puberty hated even the sight of them. To say any of us three was having fun would be a lie that would send us all straight to Hell.

The third morning dawned bright, clear and blue so my parents bounded out of bed, fixed breakfast then grabbed their mountain bikes and left, bubbling cheerfully about the coming ride. Slowly my brothers and I slipped into the day with a lot less optimism. We snarled and scowled at each other for a couple of hours then Sam made a discovery. He was rummaging around in a pantry at the back of the little cabin and found a fifth of Canadian Crown Royal whiskey. I immediately claimed the purple velvet bag the bottle came in while Clark fretted about the whiskey. He wanted to taste it. He and Sam fondled the crown shaped bottle while arguing whether or not they should sample the goods. We knew our parents hadn’t brought the bottle so we were sure they didn’t know about it and wouldn’t miss it if we drank some. Being almost a real adult, Clark decided he could try the whiskey but me and Sam couldn’t, we were ‘too young’. Because he found it Sam got pissed and tried to take the bottle back from Clark so in about two seconds they were beating on each other, something I was used to watching because those two fought a lot. Clark was bigger and stronger but Sam had him in a wrestlers hold and was punching him on the back of the head when I grabbed the bottle and ran outside with it. Sam yelled at me to stop, Clark threw a ‘fucking little cunt’ my way but I had the prize and I was going to keep it. My brothers were too slow to get up so by the time they got outside I was gone. The Crown Royal was mine.

I hid my bounty under a rotten mossy log in what must have been an old badger hole then crept through the bushes to the lake shore where my brothers found me. When they saw I didn’t have the whiskey they threatened me with violence, promised me rewards and begged my understanding. Nothing worked. I kept my secret and wouldn’t tell them what I would trade for it because I didn’t know yet. I knew I had something they wanted so it was worth keeping until I got an offer I liked. We spent the rest of the day at a high level of sibling hostility.

The next day our parents took off again but they planned on tenting in the mountains. The resort manager agreed to keep an eye on the three of us so mom and dad left for a three day and two night trek. We kids were ecstatic! As we watched our parents bicycle away Sam commented “Three days. That old fart over there can’t watch us 24/7, this is going to be fun!” But, over breakfast we decided that being without adult chaperones for three days wouldn’t be any different than with them. There was still nothing to do except swim, canoe, fish or hike. We were three restless teenagers bonded by isolation and boredom.

It was just after noon and we were sitting by the lake throwing rocks at little fish when Clark asked me for the whiskey. “If you get it, I’ll let you and Sam try it too” he conceded.

That may have been the best offer I would ever get for the bottle so I answered “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“No, I’ll go with you.”

His reply made me suspicious “Why, you want to steal it?”

“No you little dummy, if you bring it here the old man might see us with it.” Sam spoke up “I’m coming too.”

I led my brotherly entourage to the rotted log, retrieved the whiskey then handed it to Clark. He and Sam examined it carefully for a few seconds then Clark made a big deal out of breaking the seal with his thumbnail then twisted off the cap. He put the open bottle to his nose and inhaled deeply; his eyes watered and he almost sneezed when the overload of alcohol fumes assailed his nostrils. Sam and I were watching intently and both of us tittered nervously when Clark recoiled.

My older brother carefully lifted the neck of the bottle to his lips and sipped a taste of the rich golden fluid. He eyes watered again and his mouth gaped open as he took a deep breath. His reaction to the first taste piqued my curiosity “What’s it like?”

He looked at me “Like something on fire.” He handed the bottle to Sam who didn’t hesitate to take a deep swallow. Immediately he put his free hand on his throat and started coughing. He too was tearing up and wheezing when he passed the bottle to me. The way my brothers reacted to their first taste of the drink made me cautious. I wanted to try it but didn’t want to hurt myself so I put the tip of my tongue in the hole of the neck and tilted the bottle until the fluid splashed on my tongue. My tongue tingled and my mouth watered but it wasn’t as harsh as I was expecting. That first taste caused me to shiver but once that was done I pulled a sip from the bottle. The whiskey sloshed into my mouth then I swallowed. I handed the Crown Royal back to Clark as I tried to breathe cool air to cool my throat. As my brothers and I paused to catch our breath Sam asked “Awesome, do you think that is enough to get us drunk?”

Clark lifted the bottle to the sky and gauged the level of the liquid which really hadn’t gone down at all “I think so, mom and dad get happy on a lot less than this at home.” He took another pull off the bottle with more confidence, more determination. Sam hit it next then handed it to me and I took another shot. This time it wasn’t near as rough and the taste lingered pleasantly. In the next few minutes Clark, Sam and I took two more sips of whiskey. Just as I realized my head was losing gravity we heard the camp owner calling. Sam capped the bottle and shoved it back into the badger hole and we went to reveal ourselves to old guy so he wouldn’t come looking for us.

After the lodge owner was satisfied we were safe and nearby he started working on a boat motor. I felt kind of happy for the next hour or so, I wasn’t as edgy as normal, my brothers were almost fun to hang with. We decided to go swimming so we scampered back to our cabin to change to swim suits then ran full tilt to the lake. I jumped off the bank into deep water and as I plunged to the lake bed the top of my two piece ripped off and ended up around my neck, my tits were on full display when I popped up for air. I floundered as I struggled to pull my top down because I was trying to stay afloat and pull the halter into place at the same time. Clark and Sam were standing on the bank watching and as soon as they saw my breasts they both started to cheer and hoot. It was Clark who said “Hey little sister, you don’t look so little any more!” It took me maybe 10 seconds to decide to hell with it and paddle out of deep water with my breasts bobbing in plain view. When I could stand I pulled my top back into place and gave my grinning brothers the finger.

I was in the painful throes of puberty, my boobs were not real big but were still growing, I could tell by the constant ache and bigger bras every few months. I was 5’6”, my hips were rounding, my ass reforming from little girl to young woman. My vagina used to be a flat little fissure but had transformed, the outer lips were puffy and soft, I could see the inner labia that protected the hole in me. I had grown a garden of soft golden pubic hair. I liked looking at myself in the mirror trying to figure out which part of me boys liked better, I was getting used to being hit on at school, I liked the attention, it was fun, it was scary, it was secretly thrilling. Not only were the thoughts thrilling, I learned quickly that my own hands could provide a few thrills too, the inner lips of my cunt couldn’t protect me from my own fingers. The only thing I didn’t like about my body were some scars across my stomach from an accident years earlier.

As I waded out of the water Sam was looking at my covered tits like he’d never seen them before. He tore his eyes from my breasts to my eyes “Your tits look a whole lot better than your face.”

“Fuck you” I fired back; jibes and insults traded, my brothers and I spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the water.

After a picnic dinner with Albert the old babysitter we retreated from the mosquitoes to the cabin. On the way Sam grabbed our treasure from under the log then we settled down for the evening. Since we didn’t have internet or TV we had to come up with something to do so we pulled out a Yahtzee game. As we tossed the dice and added numbers, the bottle of Crown Royal was being passed from player to player. It wasn’t more than a half hour or so when we were all yakking, arguing, teasing and demanding another sip from the bottle. The game was quickly reduced to a comedy skit as we stared at the jumpy black dots and tried to add them up.

Sam got up and announced boldly “I gotta piss, I’ll be right back” and headed for the door.

Clark joined him with “Me too,” he cautioned me “don’t cheat, I know what the scores are.”

As I watched my brothers go outside an unbidden alcohol induced thought popped into my mind so I got off the floor and followed them. Sam was standing against a large tree and Clark stood on the other side of it, both had pulled out their dicks and were peeing. I came up close to Clark and peeked around his body at what he was holding. It was dark but I could make out the outline of his pale skinned penis as he watered the tree. He looked up at me “What the fuck? Get out of here!” I didn’t move, I was fascinated by what I saw, his limp dick was bigger than the hand that held it. I’d never seen a boy’s thing before and I was surprised it was so long. Clark stopped peeing, shook it then tucked it back into his pants. While he was pulling his zipper up I focused on the other brother. Sam had seen me checking out Clark so he wasn’t startled. When he was done he turned to me, held it up and asked “is this what you want to see?” His wasn’t as large as Clark’s but I figured that was because he wasn’t as old, maybe he was still growing too. Without a word I turned and went back into the cabin. My brothers followed me in and we all took another shot of Crown Royal. The evening was still young.

About ten minutes later it was my turn to empty my bladder. I’m more civilized than my boorish kin so I made my announcement then went to the toilet. As I was dropping my jeans the door opened and both boys were standing there “You saw us, now we’re going to watch you.”

“Get out of here!”

Clark grinned “No, do it, we want to see.”

“Damn it, it was dark, I didn’t see anything” I grumbled.

Clark again answered “Well, I can fix that.” He unzipped his pants, opened the button then pulled them down to his thighs. In seconds I had a full frontal view of the older brother’s genitals. He was big, hairy and the sight of him shot a shiver of electricity from between my legs to my tits. Not to be ignored, Sam loosened his pants and lowered them too. My second brother’s nuts and prick looked a little different but were just as riveting as Clark’s. As I stared at the two I dropped my panties and sat on the stool. While I was splashing into the bowl I watched both cocks begin to get longer, fatter and lift from hanging to pointing at me. I sat transfixed as they turned from boys to men, I couldn’t believe that just watching me piss could cause such a reaction. When I was done I stood to pull up my clothes but Sam interrupted me, ‘take them off, we’ll take ours off then we can finish the game that way.” My mind was buzzing from the alcohol, my thoughts befuddled, but I felt brash and daring so I kicked the pants off my ankles then sedately sashayed past them back to the game board followed by the first two erections I had ever seen. Knowing I had caused them set off a flurry of flutters in my stomach.

Our concentration on the game was shattered. I could only focus on the two hard cocks that stood like statues from the boys who sat cross legged on the floor by the game board. Neither of them is circumcised but because they were hard the foreskins were pulled back revealing the end of their tall standing pricks. Clark’s looked like a mushroom on a long stem, thick and round with a noticeable rim where it curved under to the shaft of his erection. There were blood veins bulging on both sides of his prick. Sam’s knob was longer, more arrow shaped and his erection was curved like a banana, a thin banana. Both were twitching and moving like predators peering from shadows, the cyclops eye in the head watching for prey. I knew I had caused the erections and I was enjoying the realization that I had the power as a female to create such monuments but I knew with certainty that both were too big to fit in my small hole. I couldn’t decide if they were deformed or if my own body hadn’t matured enough for something like them.

My brothers and I tried to finish the game but our minds were elsewhere. Sam handed me the bottle and I noticed that the whiskey was about a third gone. I was used to it by then so I took a big swig and passed it back. After he put the Crown Royal on the floor next to him Clark asked “Are we ready to get totally naked? We can go skinny dipping, the old man is probably in the lodge now, he won’t see.”

I was ready. My brothers had seen my tits earlier and now I was bare from the waist down so being overall naked wasn’t going to embarrass me; in fact, the way I was feeling, nothing would embarrass me. I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it off, quickly followed by the bra. I posed boldly, purposely, for the two; hands on my hips, feet spread. I rocked my hips then teased “Check it out guys” and felt another surge of gratifying tummy shivers as they gawked and stripped. Sam bolted for the door and in moments the three of us were in the water again.

We splashed and frolicked under the moon for 15 minutes, at first my brothers had stiff pricks but they slowly drowned in the lake. As we slapped water at each other I asked Clark “Are we drunk?”

He replied “I think so, how do you feel?”

That made me think. I was aware that enough to know that drinking the whiskey had given me a ‘to hell with everything’ attitude, that I was doing things that would normally mortify me totally but I answered him “I think my head is numb, but I’m having fun.”

“You’re a blonde, your head is always numb.”

I responded to the stereotype tease; my hand thudded solidly when I backhanded his bare chest, “Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

I was the first to get out, I was getting cold, my nipples were puckered and hard, I had goosebumps on my arms and legs. I rushed to the cabin for a towel to wrap around me then took some to my brothers. We went back to the cabin where I sat in an easy chair while they dried off. It was interesting watching them wipe the water off their nude bodies; another tickle bubbled through me. I sat up and said to Clark “Let me dry your prick.” He looked at me surprised but tossed me the towel, I stood in front of him and reached for his parts. I’d never touched one before but I held Clarks limp cock and patted it dry while Sam stopped moving to watch. As I fondled my brother his penis began to grow again, quickly turning into a full scale hard-on. Again pleased with my power I reached between his legs and patted his balls dry too. I looked up into Clarks eyes and squeezed his prick hard then stroked it with my fingers, he almost crumpled to the floor. Sam stepped closer so I turned and gave him the same care I gave our older bother. As he grew long and hard in my grip my heart beat a little quicker, my pussy got pleasantly warm. I stopped ministering to my brothers and after draping the towel over Sam’s hard-on went back to the easy chair. Clark stepped in front of me with his erection pointed at my body, pulled my towel open then pushed me back so I was lying with my ass on the edge of the cushion. I looked up at him as he put his hands on my knees and pushed them apart.

No girl starts high school without some knowledge or education about sex. Most of it comes from friends, movies, the street or gossip but we all know something about the who, what, where and why of the facts of life. I wasn’t completely naive about boys and girls so when my brother pushed my legs apart I knew instantly what his intentions were. An electrical shock of anticipation buzzed through me and even though I felt my entire body flush warm I cried out “Stop it!” I lifted my legs and tried to close them but he was already between my thighs, I saw a bead of clear fluid glistening from the hole in his erection. I swore, “Goddamn it you stupid fucker, stop it!” He put his hands under my knees and lifted them, pulling my body higher so he could stick his cock in me. I rocked my hips trying to get free but he just held tighter and pressed the end of his hard-on against my pussy. I cursed him to hell and tried to wriggle away but that was more of a formality to protect my honor; the touch of his cock on the sensitive skin of my vagina shot feathery shivers directly to my belly where they echoed sensuously. I sensed that if I balked much more he would move away so even though he was my brother, my alcohol soaked mind encouraged me to stop resisting.

When I was nine a tree fell on me and I spent a long time in the hospital with broken bones and internal injuries. One of two surgeries was through my vagina so my maidenhead was long ago destroyed. When Clark pushed his cock through the snug entrance of my virginity there was no tearing, no ripping, no real pain. He pushed in until his nuts crushed against my ass then stopped moving and looked down on me. He pried my legs wider apart with his hands then pulled part way out then pushed back in, I feigned another halfhearted protest as my drunk brother started screwing me, his drunk sister.

At first there was friction, a little discomfort as he stroked in and out but our bodies began to seep more slick fluids and in a minute his cock felt a lot better as it slipped easily in my pussy. I was mildly irritated that he didn’t really seduce me but the longer we screwed, the better it felt, the whiskey quickly mellowed my feeble annoyance. Just when I began to like what was going on between my legs Clark jammed into me until our pelvis’ banged together then he turned red and started gasping, I could feel his cock thumping and knew what was going on, I felt my pussy get warmer and wetter as he groaned. I’d once heard my dad describe someone as a ‘fucking drunk’, my inebriated mind giggled, did I just learn what he meant?

Clark stepped back, his still hard prick plopped out of my body. Sam, who had been standing by immediately stepped between my legs and also with no form of introduction or social pleasantries shoved his hard-on into me. I was overflowing and slippery so my second brother had no problem entering my cunt. Just seconds after the first loaded me up, the second was fucking me. I let my head fall back to the chair and spread my legs wider.

As the seventeen year old screwed me I felt my body reacting to him. Unbidden, my hips started to roll, to rise up and meet his thrusts, my pussy was starting to tingle, my body was getting hot. It took maybe five minutes for Sam to explode into a girl for the first time in his life and just like Clark, he turned red, clenched his teeth and groaned as he emptied his balls. I was enjoying what was happening to me so when Sam pulled back then collapsed to the floor I felt quick surge of disappointment that it was over so soon so I looked at my siblings and asked “is that it?”

Clark smiled with lots of teeth and asked “you want more?” as he grabbed his stiff cock and waved it at me.

I used the towel under my butt to wipe the mess off my pussy then nodded my permission. He came back between my legs, pushed in effortlessly and started fucking me again. Clark and I stayed connected at the groins for maybe 10 minutes and the entire time my sexual awareness was coming alive. My tits were sliding up and down on my chest as he slammed my cunt, I could feel his balls rubbing on my butt cheeks, I put my hands up and rubbed his chest and stomach which seemed to get him hotter. By the time he spurted in me again I was rocking with him, my pussy eagerly savoring his erection. When he pulled away I noticed Sam jerking on his refreshed boner so I motioned to him and invited him back. When he got into position I grabbed the second brother’s ass cheeks and pulled him down and in me in one swift motion. Sam started hunching his back, slower this time, taking more time which pleased me greatly. As Sam fucked me I watched Clarks tight ass when he wandered to the bathroom then I heard the shower, I knew he was done for the night.

Sam pummeled me with enthusiasm but all of a sudden it wasn’t fun anymore, I wanted to get off my back, out of the chair. I grabbed him by the waist and urged him “Do it Sam.” He needed no more encouragement and started huffing deep breaths as I felt a prick gush cum into me for the fourth time in less than 30 minutes.

When he was done jerking he stepped away and I stood, put the towel between my legs so I wouldn’t drip then went to take a shower too, Clark was done and I needed to clean up. When I came out both my brothers were in bed and asleep. I went to my room still feeling woozy from the whiskey but I couldn’t sleep right away, I was reliving the last two hours, from the time I watched them pee to the four times I got fucked. I grinned to myself thinking about how our parents would react to their daughter drinking away her virginity with her own brothers. Eventually I fell into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning I inspected myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked at my nude reflection carefully but I didn’t look different, I didn’t feel different, not even between the legs. My head hurt and I expected to be sore down there but I wasn’t. I remembered how easily my brothers’ big round erections went into me but when I spread the lips of my pussy to inspect myself, the hole wasn’t any bigger than before. I was mildly awed to discover I stretched so far when they fucked me and then in the morning everything was normal.

We were sober and all three of us acted embarrassed to see the others. Without the Crown Royal to influence my mind I was having a hard time believing we actually did what we did. I sensed my brothers were uncomfortable around me, nobody wanted to talk about the night before. Our parents weren’t due back until the next day so we were locked into another 24 hours or so with just each other and didn’t know how to act.

After breakfast we decided to take the canoe out and explore the lake shore, I was in the middle, my brothers on each end of the little boat. They were paddling which gave me time to take pictures of the scenery and think. And think I did; about the night before. Mostly what I thought wasn’t about forfeiting my virginity, but more about who I gave it up to. I was still a month from sixteen but my older brother had screwed me then the younger. The longer it played in my mind the less horrific the night became and the more smug I got knowing I took them both. In a few short minutes they had ruined my virtue but just to make sure it stayed ruined, we fucked again; I wasn’t real sure but I think I asked for second time. I played that over and over as we sliced through the water, I did it four times and I had to admit, liked it. As I sat thinking I felt a tremble in my loins, my pulsed increased slightly, I grew agitated and my nipples hardened. A sensual warmth washed through me and I knew I could fuck them again.