Chapter 1

I was the youngest of four, and the only girl in my family. Growing up we lived on a big piece of property out in the country. It was a couple of miles from the small town where we went to school, and an hour from a good size town where people often drove to go shopping.

Everyone in our extended family lived within a few miles of us. When we were little and our parents would go somewhere, our aunt-- mom’s youngest sister who wasn’t but three years older than my oldest brother-- would come over to babysit. She was the perfect babysitter, a teenager who had things to do, and no interest in actually watching us.

If you don’t like reading stories about brothers and sisters who gleefully have sex with one another you just might be browsing the wrong category on this website and you should probably stop reading this story right now. Since I participated– okay instigated– our play, I obviously don’t think we were doing anything wrong. Sure we started out a little young. But we wern’t having sex with adults, just one another.

We grew up in a time before everybody was getting their panties in a bunch over everything and anything. Before everybody was sticking their nose in everybody else’s business and before everybody was trying to legislate the danger out of jumping off of a cliff wrapped in tin foil during a thunderstorm with a rabid porcupine in their shorts.

Mom wasn’t shy about the human body, and she wasn’t weird about sex. I can’t say that she was tremendously happy when I told her I was having sex with my brothers. She knew how I adored them and how protective they were of me. She never told me that what we were doing was bad or wrong. But she said that nobody else would understand, and if anyone knew, they would judge us harshly.

As with anything that is real, this story builds over time.

We lived way out in the country. Before Hugh and Paul went half-and-half to buy a car, we took the “early” bus to school. Which meant that we all had to get up early in the morning to get ready. It was my first year riding the early bus and going to the “big school” with my brothers, and soon we developed a rather unique– and quite fun– way of getting ready for school. This story is a scene that we played out over and over Fall Semester– getting ready for school.

I’m Lizzy, a fourteen-year-old Freshman. My brothers are George, a fifteen-year-old Sophomore; Paul, a sixteen-year-old Junior; and Hugh a seventeen year-old Senior.

Mom would be in the kitchen. Like their bedroom it was on the first floor of the old four-square farmhouse. As we woke she was making us– and sometimes dad depending on his work schedule– sack lunches before taking care of one of the many other things that had to be taken care of every morning on a working farm. Dad would be going out to the fields or the barn. They were busy, and the stairs and floorboards creaked. On this typical morning my alarm went off early and I hopped out of my warm bed and quickly walked into my brother’s bedroom wearing nothing but my thin sleeping shirt. Immediately upon my entry into “the realm of men,” my oldest brother John lifted my shirt off of me, so that I was naked and put his leather belt around my neck like a leash. Sometimes– like today they used one of dad’s old neckties to tie my hands behind my back.

That was something I really enjoyed, because it shouted that I was their slave. And my offering my wrists showed that I was willing to do whatever they wanted me to.

John walked me to his bed– he had the only single bed. It was on one side of the room. Paul and George had a bunk bed on the other side. Paul was sitting on John’s bed, wearing naught but a smile and sporting a nice hard on. John used the leash to carefully bend me over my middle brother’s lap. George shucked his shorts and walked up to me with a nice erection of his own.

I opened my mouth in anticipation and George rubbed his dick all around my face teasing me.

Paul toyed with my ass as he whispered to me: “Lizzy, you have been quite naughty, sneaking into the realm of men.”

“I am quite naughty. I ask to be punished for being so cheeky.”

“Perhaps, Lizzy, perhaps, do you know what happens in this realm?”

“I do,”

“So why, Lizzy, did you enter this realm?”

“Because I want my brothers to fuck me,” I said, using those words.

“And what is the solemn promise, Lizzy?” John whispered from behind me, after he had licked his middle finger, and before he slowly inserted it up into my asshole.

“I promise that I will never, ever, let any other boys touch me as long as all three of you touch me every single day.” It was an oath we had made up at the end of summer. I had given myself to them and they had accepted my gift– and since we were high-schoolers who had outgrown childish games, “takesy backsies” were a thing of the past.

George tired of teasing me, or took pity on me, and let me catch his penis in my mouth. I started playing with it using my lips and tongue as Paul started spanking me with an open hand, He was alternating left cheek, right cheek. Then John slowly but steadily pushed his longest digit all the way into my rectum.

I licked and sucked on George’s cock as Paul slapped me on alternating cheeks. John finger-fucked my ass with increasing vigor, while Paul’s erection pushed into my sternum.