Chapter 1

I paced around my apartment anxiously. My sisters, Britney and Becky were on their way over. It had been a while since the three of us had all been together.

Growing up we had been inseparable. The Carlson triplets, Brad, Britney and Becky, we were as tight as any siblings had ever been. After high school we had begun drifting apart a little. We had all gone to different colleges so we didn't get the chance to see each other much. We kept in touch by e-mail but since Becky and my school were much closer than Britney's, we saw each other more.

It was a bit of a shock to the two of us when Britney announced a year after graduation that she was marrying a college sweetheart. We felt a little hurt that she hadn't confided in us more concerning her private life. Secrets were new to us.

When Britney discovered her husband was cheating on her a few years later, Becky and I were still the first ones she turned to for comforting. So here I was, waiting as Becky had gone to get Britney and bring her here.

I flopped down on my sofa and let my mind wander back to when we were still teens and all of the pleasant memories we had together.

As teens, Becky and I were the more outgoing and brazen. We also looked more a like than Britney. Becky and I have dark hair and complexions like our father. Britney is blonde and fair skinned like our mother. The thing we all have in common is our green eyes. As teens Britney envied Becky's bigger boobs while Becky envied Britney's creamy skin and more petite frame.

We were made closer by the fact that our parents were classic workaholics. We didn't see much of them, we saw our nanny far more. Not that they were bad parents or that we really lacked for anything, quite the opposite. It just had the effect of making close triplets even closer.

Things between us started out innocent enough as things like this often do. From the time we were kids, Britney was afraid of thunderstorms. When one would flare up, she would usually find her way to my room. I guess I made her feel safe. Most times it wasn't long before Becky would follow. She wasn't afraid of storms; I think she just didn't like being alone.

Later Britney started doing the same when she would have a nightmare, invariably after watching a scary movie that we all loved doing. Turning to each other for comfort became second nature for us.

It wasn't just comforting each other though, it was also entertaining each other. As weird as it may sound, Britney and Becky were my best friends.

I can still remember when things really began to happen as clearly as if it were yesterday. It was natural teen curiosity along with Becky's and my nature of giving each other a hard time. We loved to dare each other into doing weird or disgusting things. No dare was ever turned down. Britney usually got dragged in simply because she was a part of our trio and nothing could separate that.

We had settled in my room to watch a movie as we often did. The movie we watched was a typical teen slasher movie with plenty of gore and gratuitous nudity.

"Have you ever noticed it's always girls who end up naked in these movie?" Becky asked after the movie was over.

"It's just as well," I replied. "I really don't want to see any naked guys."

"Well, maybe we do, right Brit?" Becky responded.

"Yeah, some equal time for us girls," Britney agreed.

"Yeah and you girls would just get all embarrassed, start giggling and be all annoying. I wouldn't be able to watch the movie," I told them.

"I think it's you who would get embarrassed," Britney replied to me.

"I think so too," Becky chimed in.

"Yeah, right. I don't think so."

"Ok, I dare you to get naked right now," Becky shot at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Now wait a minute, what does that have to do with watching a movie?" I asked a little nervously.

Becky let out a little laugh. "I think I just found a dare that's too much for Brad."

"I think so too," Britney agreed with a triumphant smile.

"Brad is going down as the first of us to chicken out on a dare. This is going down in my diary as a red letter day," Becky added.

"I never said I was going to chicken out," I said defensively though I could feel weird butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

"Alright, let's see it then," Becky said.

I looked from Becky to Britney. They both had a look that said they were confident they had trumped me but they also had a look of expectation in their eyes and I had the feeling that they were really hoping I would go through with it. I knew I had to think of something fast or I was going to loose some face.

"Ok, but then I dare both of you to do the same after me," I said with a sly smile.

I never expected they would agree to it and felt I had found my way out without copping out on Becky's dare. My feeling of triumph was very short lived.

"We accept," Becky replied.

"Both of you," I told them. "Or it's no go."

"Becky said we accept," Britney answered in a slightly shaky voice. I noticed she looked more pale than usual too.

I took in a deep breath and somewhat reluctantly I stood up. I averted my eyes from the girls as I peeled off my t-shirt. My body felt a strange numbness as I stripped off my jeans and boxer shorts.

"Bravo," Becky said with a small clap.

I sucked up some courage and turned my eyes to my sisters. I was surprised to see that they were looking at me with an unabashed interest and curiosity. Britney was the first to look away as she became aware that I had noticed they were openly staring at me.

"Your turn," I told them with a strength in my voice I didn't feel inside.

"I admit I didn't think you'd go through with it," Becky said. "But a dare is a dare."

Becky stood up and a few moments later Britney stood also. Britney looked to Becky as she removed her shirt, then slowly followed suit. I noticed Britney was trembling as she slowly removed her clothes. Becky seemed a lot calmer about the whole thing than either Britney or I had been but a tremor in her breathing gave her nervousness away. I was silently pleased that she was feeling the same quivers I was.

When the girls stood before me completely nude I couldn't help myself from looking at them and comparing the two. Becky had a fuller figure with larger breast and fuller hips than Britney. She had a neat patch of dark pubic hair nestled below her stomach. Her nipples were dark, about the size of silver dollars.

Britney was a little more petite in build with smaller breast about the size of apples. Her nipples were smaller and pink in color. Her pubic hair was blonde, the same as the hair on her head. She looked slinkier than Becky who was fuller figured. I noticed both girls had hard nipples that were pointing at me.

It was then I noticed that I had begun to get an erection, much to my horror. Both of my sisters were now blushing at me.

"Ok, we all honored our dare," I said as I quickly turned and began to put my clothes on to hide my embarrassment.

I hastily put my clothes on and turned back towards the girls. I discreetly watched as they finished dressing.

None of us spoke on it, but all decided to call it a night. The girls quickly left my room and I slipped into bed but found it hard to turn off my thoughts. I kept replaying the images of my naked sisters in my mind. Though they were different in build, both had a sexiness of their own that was equally powerful. I tried hard to push the images away but they clung to my thoughts tenaciously.

Much to my shame, I also couldn't keep my erection from building at the mental pictures of my naked sisters. I masturbated to thoughts of Britney and Becky before sleep would come. Had I known what was going on in their room I might not have felt so embarrassed about it.

"Well, what did you think about seeing a guy naked for the first time?" Britney quietly asked Becky.

"I've seen naked men before in movies, so have you," Becky responded.

"Yeah, but never before in person," Britney reminded her.

"True. Well, I can see why a lot of women like looking at nude men," Becky answered.

The girls lay quiet for a few moments before Becky added, "Brad is a little better built than I had realized."

"Me too," Britney agreed.

"Feeling weird because he's our brother?" Becky asked.

"Yeah, but," Britney answered with a sigh.

"I know, but there's still something kind of exciting about it." Becky finished her sister's thought. "I guess we're a little perverted."

"I guess," Britney agreed with another sigh.

Things felt weird between the three of us for a couple days but then quickly returned to normal. It was a few weeks later before any of us brought up the subject again. Surprisingly it was Britney, the more timid of us who broached the subject. I would have been less surprised had it been Becky.

Becky and Britney were supposed to go shopping together after school one Friday. However Britney ended up getting herself grounded for the weekend for a D in Spanish class. Our parents were sticklers on grades.

Becky went ahead and went shopping at the mall at Britney's insistence. Britney was angry with our parents, thinking they weren't being fair due to the fact that she was really trying in Spanish class. Still, she didn't want Becky to miss out on her account.

After dinner, Becky took off and I made my way to my room to watch TV or listen to music. Our parents had yet another engagement to attend so we were left to our own devices which wasn't all that unusual.

It wasn't long before I hard a knock at my door. I figured it was Britney and told her to come on in. Britney came in and sat on my bed next to where I was lying, watching TV.

"What are you up to?" Britney asked.

"Watching TV," I replied, stating the obvious.

Britney sat quietly and I got the feeling that there was something bothering her.

"Don't worry about the D. You know mom and dad will ease up eventually," I reassured my sister, thinking she was upset about being grounded.

"Yeah, I know," Britney answered.

"So what's bothering you?" I asked while glancing at her.

Britney just sat there quietly for a few moments, and then she let out a sigh. "It's nothing. I'll let you alone to watch TV," She said as she started to get up.

"What is it Brit?" I asked, genuinely concerned. Britney seemed the most fragile of the three of us and Becky and I were always protective of her.

Britney sat back down on my bed and looked at me. I could see she was blushing slightly and there was a bit of a tremble in her hands. Now I was really interested at what could have her worked up like this.

"Well, you remember when we did that dare to get naked?" Britney asked as she looked away.

"Yeah, I remember," I answered while feeling that weird butterfly sensation creep back into my stomach.

"Same dare again," Britney told me in a shaky voice as she looked away from my eyes.

It hit me that Britney wanted to see me naked again, though I was unsure why. Everything started to take on a surreal feeling.

"Exact same dare?" I asked, realizing I was a little excited at the thought of seeing her naked again.

"Same dare," my sister quietly answered.

"Well, a dare is a dare." I replied.

Britney gave me a small smile at my answer.

I slid off my bed and once again I stripped naked for my sister. This time it came a little easier and I was less self - conscious.

After I was fully nude, Britney got off my bed, and without a word, she stripped off her clothes. We stood before each other naked, not saying a word.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" Britney finally asked, blushing furiously.

"Of course I do. I mean, you're my sister, but yeah, I think you're a hottie," I answered honestly.

"Even though my boobs aren't that big?"

I let out a small laugh, surprised by her lack of self- esteem at her own attractiveness.

"Your boobs are just fine, trust me," I reassured her. "If I'm going to be completely honest, your ass is pretty nice too."

My sister was blushing even harder now. "You really think so?"

"Sure. Any guy would."

During our conversation, I had forgotten I was naked, looking at my sister's body and giving her my critique of her sex appeal. I suddenly realized that my erection had sprung back up.

I feared that Britney would either be pissed or freaked out. My embarrassment and feeling of discomfort were obvious. It only grew worse when I saw that Brit was openly staring at my stiff prick.

Instead she looked at my face and smiled at me broadly. "I can see you're being honest," Britney said in an uncharacteristic moment of brazenness.

Britney quickly crossed the distance between us and threw her arms around me in a hug. I groaned inside at the feeling on my sister's naked body pressed against my own. My cock was pressed up almost painfully against her stomach.