A Collection of Attractive Siblings for My Lesbian Affections - Chapter 3

A Collection of Attractive Siblings for My Lesbian Affections - Chapter 3

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Note: All individuals are above 18 years old.

Key to Characters is at the story's conclusion.

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An early morning found me woken up by water dripping on my face. "Guyssss. Avery. Asher. Stop."

However, the drips changed into a constant flow, and my body was hit with something else. What mischief were the twins conspiring?

I opened my eyes to see water leaking from the ceiling! I hurriedly escaped my bed, just as pieces of the artwork and who-knows-what fell where I once lay at that location.

"AAHHH!!" I ran out of my room, knocking on the doors of the boys. "Wake up, wake up! Our house is falling apart!"

Everyone rushed out to the hallway, instantly. Caleb enveloped me in a hug, crushing me. The twins positioned themselves on either side of me, sheltering me. Jordan assumed the lead position, inspecting the damage.

"What happened?" Reese inquired.

I tried speaking through my captor's embrace, to no avail. He finally loosened his hold, enabling me to speak.

"The ceiling in my room collapsed! We need to vacate this place before it collapses entirely!"

Amusement sparked in their eyes.

"Really?!" Reese exclaimed upon seeing my room's condition.

Jordan gasped. "Oliver, are you okay?" He ran his hands over my body.

"Yeah, I got out of bed in the nick of time. It was a bit thrilling, though."

The twins grabbed me and hugged me tightly, creating a protective barrier.

Caleb informed me he'd join me in my room to retrieve the necessary items. I shook my head, preferring the twins' arms.

Caleb moved to my side and provided me with a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?"

He smirked, "For crossing dangerous territory on my account."

Caleb accompanied me upstairs and collected my school bag and clothes for the day. The twins cradled me throughout the entirety of that morning to render me comfort. Jordan cooked our breakfast, serving me a rather ample portion. Simultaneously, Reese contacted those responsible for addressing the likely burst pipe.

Later that night, dehumidifiers were situated in my room. We were taught they'd require 24 to 48 hours to rid everything of moisture.

To alleviate my anxiousness, the fellas suggested a movie marathon.

Except Reese, everyone returned home. The twins invited me to share the love sofa with them, but with no free space. I contemplated, but Caleb owned the popcorn! I snuggled up next to him.

"Hey! No bribe for Liv!"

Despite his objection, Caleb provided me a piece of popcorn. His tenderness touched me.

We watched a single film before Jordan silenced the television. It was time for bed.

I sulked, and he hesitated before giving in to the inevitable. Jordan promised us many more communal movie nights in the future.

Since Reese was unavailable for the night, the other three speculated he might be residing with a friend. I was instructed to rest in his room. It felt isolating sleeping in another's refuge, so it took time for me to drift off, though when I did, I experienced a fantastically erotic dream...

I felt a hand caressing my sleepwear, gliding along my warm epidermis. Finger tips played with my sculpted chest. He teased my now protruding nipple. Oh yeah!

"Baby, your flawless nipples are a wonder. They'll be my undoing," the guttural voice murmured as he painstakingly massaged my chest.

I whimpered in delight.

"Yeah, you like it?" He savagely bit my earlobe.

His lower half thrust against my posterior.

I opened my eyes, realizing it wasn't a dream. Reese's fangs scraped my ear.

"Reese!"

He withdrew, questioning. "Little one?"

I remained silent, uncertain how to proceed.

He plucked my nipple again, and I let out a shriek. He prompted, "What are you doing in my bed? Did you bring some chic home?"

"I... the guys said you wouldn't be present tonight and instructed me to sleep in your room."

He stepped back sharply.

"It's a natural hormonal response. You don't have to declare your bisexual tendencies." I attempted pacifying him but couldn't hold my rapid heartbeats.

Reese snickered, "After living with four men who enjoy male partners and enduring the absurdities the twins Greater Gay General don't, it'll take more than your delectable form to evoke a homosexual panic in me."

"I agree with that statement," I chuckled as he gently smacked my behind and then climbed out of bed.

I didn't want to get on anyone's bad side, but at the same time, I was in pain.

After being teased and touched... I wanted more.

I hurried to the bathroom to relieve myself. I was in a rush, so I didn't lock the door. My sleep pants and underwear were around my ankles, and I was rubbing myself fiercely on the counter to balance myself when Caleb walked in!

"Hello there."

Without hesitation, he locked the door behind him, flipped me around, and took over rubbing my yearning member.

"Oh, Caleb, you shouldn't... um, maybe... uuuhoooohh!" My arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord. We shared breaths.

"Ahh!" He flicked my slit.

"Ask me to come," he ordered. "Remember the details."

"Caleb..." It was both embarrassing and hot when he made me say ridiculous things!

He slowed down to a maddening pace, keeping me at the edge while not pushing me over it. Noo.

"Please stroke my pulsating dick until I... burst my golden fluids." I bit my lip.

"Sweet, huh?"

I blushed even harder.

He smashed our lips together, and his mouth sucked mine between his lips, while increasing his grip on me.

I screamed out into his mouth as I came between us!

He put his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked it.

"Hmmm, very sweet," he teased me!

He pulled my pants back up and pushed me out of the bathroom, saying he needed to shower and I needed to dress if we didn't want to be late to school.

The next day, I came home directly after school. I knew the three youngest had sports practice and the two oldest had work, so I was expecting an empty house, but I found Jordan seated in an armchair in the office looking dejected.

"Are you alright?"

His head snapped up, giving me a half-hearted smile. "Welcome home. How was your day?"

"Fine, the usual. How was yours?"

"Fine, the usual." He gave me a genuine smile this time.

"Are you sure? I thought you'd be home late due to the big trial you were preparing for."

"Yeah... it didn't go as expected."

I sat on the arm of the armchair he was sitting in. He pulled my legs across his lap.

"What happened?"

He exhaled. "You don't want to hear about mundane stuff like that."

"I do! As much as I'm interested in your day, your life, your thoughts, your difficulties, your wins, and your losses, Jordan." I caressed his shoulder and stroked his thick hair. I've been yearning to do this for ages.

"Really?" He seemed to relax with my touch. I continued to stroke his hair.

"Yes." I gave him a warm smile. I could get lost in his eyes all day.

"Can I have a hug first? It was a tiring day."

I complied, and he embraced me tightly.

"Mhmm, you're like a recharging battery for me. I might need this more often."

"Okay." I giggled, feeling like a giddy teenager with a crush.

I kept my arm looped around his neck and listened to his day. I played with his hair where my hand rested on his neck.

Wow, he dealt with so much insanity! It was enthralling to hear about, and Jordan's voice was calming.

As I asked questions, he gently pushed me farther down his legs.

"Sorry, am I getting heavy?"

"No." He kept talking while pushing me down his legs again.

"Do you think we should sit on the couch?"

His hands tightened. "No, I prefer to have you in my arms."

"Then why are you pushing me away?"

"Oh, Oliver. I didn't mean to. I'm..." He seemed slightly anxious.

"What?"

He pulled me back against him.

I gasped! My bottom was sitting on his hard cock. "Oh!"

He attempted to push me back off, but I held firm. "No! I mean, that's okay."

His eyes flashed. "I don't want you to have the wrong impression. I didn't ask for a hug for this."

I chuckled. "I know that! So, you were saying opposing counsel withdrew that argument."

That time he appeared surprised but tightened his hold on me and carried on with what he was doing. He slid his hands beneath my shirt to tease the skin there. My breath hitched. With his erection pressing into me and his hands on bare skin, it became harder to focus on his words. His deep voice overwhelmed me.

This happened frequently. I'd locate Jordan in his office, and he would move to the armchair, where I would lay across his lap. We chatted about our daily routines and any thoughts that crossed our minds. I learned a thing or two about legal jargon. This also gave me free rein to touch him as much as I fancied.

I defied myself to my fingers running through his hair. I stroked his muscular neck, occasionally feeling his heart racing. I test his eyebrows and the tip of his nose. Once, I traced his lips in the midst of conversation. His breathing ceased. Once, I rested my palm on his chest, practically gripping him, but he didn't protest or attempt to alter my behavior. I excitedly continued.

He was erect every time. It ultimately got to the point where the moment I entered his office, I discerned his bulge expanding as he took a seat in the armchair. Man, it was enticing! Yet, I didn't want to forfeit our chats, so I didn't overtly heal against him... as often as I desired.

One evening, I instigated a goodnight kiss. Jordan kissed the edge of my mouth. I had little doubt I made a small, humiliating noise. I attempted to kiss his cheeks good night after that, but he moved his head just when I was about to land on his lips.

"Is that okay?" He inquired.

"You know it is, Jordan."

He hummed with approval.

Weeks whizzed by. University classes were a delight, too. I had a hectic but manageable schedule. Everything in my life was going wonderful. I had a nice abode, terrific dining, and... delicious men. I blushed just thinking about it.

"Olivia, I've missed you," a gruff sound projected out of nowhere. Caleb sucked on my neck.

"Caleb! We're at school!"

He embraced me. "I haven't seen you in ages."

"Only two days!"

"Two days of torture."

"I've... missed you, too."

He squeezed me harder.

"Caleb! Caleb, I'm having difficulty breathing!"

He finally released me and sheepishly said, "I could be more careful."

I could just about rotate to face him then and behold his delectable appearance. "Indeed, you're remarkably strong."

"If you keep staring at me like that... I'll carry out something you wouldn't want in public."

I gaped, flushing further, "Huh? Sorry..."

"Don't apologize." He grimaced craftily. "By the way, come witness my football match this Friday."

"Isn't it spring? I assumed football period is autumn?"

"It's a preseason scrimmage to raise money for the school. However, it's with our arch rivals, so it's just as massive, if not greater, than any autumn game. Go with the twins. They'll accompany you in the stands. I've always hoped... you would attend one of my games."

"I can't wait to observe you, Caleb." I was excited.

My quarters hadn't been completed yet. I mainly slumbered in Reese's chamber, as he left his dwelling often, or was comfy with sharing his bed with me. Nevertheless, it made me feel guilty every single time I felt his erection, because... I liked it.

In lieu of that, that night, Jordan proposed that I sleep with him. I gave a positive response, but as the evening approached, I became more anikkz many apprehensive.

I attired myself in my pjs and scrubbed my teeth and waited on his bed. He was still in the shower, and I was getting weary, so I nestled my head onto his pillows. They emanated his scent. I deeply breathed in his fragrance. He smelled naturally manly, and was in the habit of using a light intoxicating cologne. I nuzzled my face against his pillow. I practically tasted him.

Jordan was the single one with an en-suite lavatory. He eventually appeared from the shower fog, damp hair, shirtless, an endless towel around his shoulders and a small towel around his hips. Drips of water rolled down his brawny chest and belly. I could admire the outline of his not completely soft cock under the towel.

"I could become accustom to this," he commented, examining me on his bed.

"Yes, I could, too," I echoed, roaming my gaze over his body.

He smiled. "I'll join you in a jiffy." He tiptoed to his wardrobe and tossed the towel! I gasped at his muscular legs and backside. His biceps swelled as he moved. [

The blood rushed to my manhood so fast, I felt a bit dizzy. "Jordan," I said quietly. I didn't bother blinking as he slipped on some boxer briefs, pajama bottoms, and a matching shirt. I'd already etched his toned, bare backside into my memory. Wowsers!

I just couldn't wait to see his front, too. I was a little bummed he decided to cover up.

He heeled towards the bed, whispering "Good night", leaned down, and kissed me. The action was over all too suddenly.

"Which side of the bed do you prefer?" he asked considerately.

"I don't care."

"For real?"

"As long as you hug me." I peered up at him.

He smiled.

We settled into bed. Jordan flipped me around so my back was towards him. Nope, was he going to repeat that awkward back-to-back thing from when we were camping? I grumbled to myself. But he nestled into my arms. Nope, he was actually spooning me! His arms wrapped snugly around me, and his hips pressed against mine.

I wiggled my butt back against him. His fingertips dug into my skin, and he grunted into my hair.

"Oliver," he cautioned.

Took me quite a while to nod off thanks to the distraction, but when I finally did, I slept soundly and contentedly surrounded by his heat. His penis was snuggled between my butt cheeks all night.

When I woke up, Jordan was already out of bed. I could hear him in the kitchen, but his side of the bed was still warm. I flipped back over, burrowing my face into his pillow until he came to rouse me for breakfast.

"Oliver, honey, it's time to get up."

"Nooooo, I prefer being in your bed." I raised my head to look at him. "It could be even better if you were still in it."

He chuckled and my mind filled with the image of him carrying me into the kitchen and setting me down on the counter, spooning cereal into my mouth. These dudes were the best.

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Friday night, the twins, Jordan, and even Reese came with me to Caleb's football game. We donned the school colors and sat close to the playing field.

Number 22, Caleb, was kicking ass! The crowd was loving it. He had great camaraderie with his fellow players. The coach pushed Caleb to perform even better, but with support.

I'd never been to a football game at our school. The fans' energy was amazing. The snack stand treats were so unhealthy but oh so irresistible. It was a swell time.

Every time Caleb had a killer play, he'd glance at his family in the bleachers. Cute.

The twins sandwiched me on either side, but Reese appeared from behind and whispered in my ear, "Wow, he's really going all out for you tonight."

"Me?"

"You didn't notice him looking at you after each play? Like a caveman bragging 'look what I did'?"

"Oh... that's... great."

Reese nuzzled my head and returned to his seat next to Avery, who gave me a suspicious glare. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

Asher and Avery went in for a simultaneous kiss to my cheeks. They made these exaggerated smacking sounds in the crowded hallway, and all eyes were on the twins and me as we stepped aside.

"Guys!" I protested. "I'm supposed to be Caleb's boyfriend at school, remember?"

"So?" Avery asked.

"So it could raise suspicions if you act like that."

"Nah, it'll be okay!" Asher waved away my worries.

I turned my focus back to the game. The crowd roared as time expired, and we were winning by a lot.

The guys started heading for the field to praise Caleb for his performance. We hung out at the edge of the field where they sat, separated by a short fence.

Time ran out. The crowd roared in praise for our team.

Caleb ran towards us, took off his helmet, and leaped over the fence. He scooped me up and kissed me in front of everyone to celebrate his win! The crowd momentarily hushed, then broke into a cheer, just like the sparks igniting in my eyes during his impassioned smooch.

The word spread throughout our school that we were Caleb's boyfriends. I was no longer anonymous, but luckily it was bearable. Only a few jokes were thrown my way as the school year drew to a close.

True to their apathetic nature, none of our classmates even raised an eyebrow at their conduct. It was like everyone was just so strange! Or was I the peculiar one? Had the twins fashioned an outrageous reputation to the extent that everything they did was considered normal? I snickered to myself.

They were clad in their lacrosse uniforms.

"I've got a debate today but I'll attend your following lacrosse event. Also, why have you swapped jerseys? Aren't 12 for Asher and 21 for Avery? You two were donning the correct ones this morning."

The pair regarded me with dubious eyes. "You witnessed us alter our attires at midday, didn't you?"

"Er, no."

They shared a glance, murmuring to one another without uttering a single word, before they stuck out their tongues at me and headed out.

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A few nights later, Caleb asked if I wanted to slumber with him. I consented. Just as it was drawing close to bedtime, I entered his room.

"Hey, lover," he playfully addressed me.

I blushed. "Hi... lover."

"Damn, you're stunning. And all mine tonight."

I was already dressed in pajamas and slipped into bed beside him. We chatted about our day, but Caleb continually shifted in his boxers, with a grimace.

"I can leave if I'm disruptive," I said. Perhaps Caleb regretted requesting me to spend the night.

"No!" He grabbed my arm, slightly too firmly. "Sorry."

I offered him a soothing smirk.

"It's just... I should just pleasure myself, so I don't do anything to you." He rippled his eyes over my body.

His smoldering gaze elicited a response from my body. Oh? That was the problem? I felt myself becoming aroused, as well, due to his wants. I blushed. "I should, too!"

"Want to indulge together?"

I was flabbergasted. "H-how?"

"Let's watch something together."

He scooted closer to me, both of us leaning against the headboard. He placed his laptop between us.

He opened a website and scrolled through various video clips with previews.

"Do you want this one?" He pulled me out of my trance. His face was beaming widely.

I pulled my gaze away from the erotic video clip, and fixed my eyes on his striking eyes. It was titled "Jock from sports team violently sexes twink," and the snippets showed a muscular guy with a slimmer guy.

Caleb clicked on the video and enlarged it.

We were both already aroused. He touched himself from his genitals to the tip and back down at a leisurely pace.

I followed his cue, removing my sleep pants. Though my penis was significantly smaller, it was equally aroused. It stood up straight and throbbed.

I looked at Caleb, whose attention was still focused on the screen. Was he watching me, too?

Onscreen, the jock manhandled the smaller guy, urging him onto the floor.

"You're more attractive," he declared matter-of-factly.

"Thank you..."

"Would you prefer me to find you in a locker room, Ollie?"

"H-how?" I shut my eyes, conjuring up this scenario.

He leaned towards me. I could feel his warm breath against the side of my face. "I'd tear off your clothing and smash you against the lockers," he continued. "You'd envelop your slender legs around my hips, as I bruise your flawless skin to let everyone know you're mine."

I stroked myself faster. "Then what would you do?"

He groaned. "Ollie, you're the source of my end. I'd bend you over a bench and clobber you until you discharge your sublime orgasm over. Your tight ass would clutch my gargantuan dick."

I was breathing heavily. We were indeed pleasuring ourselves jointly, yet... I truly desired to stimulate my anus. Would it be inappropriate?

I moved my gaze from Caleb's conditioned chest to his toned abdominals and to his enormous dick, fully exposed from his boxers. He jerked his enormous rod at an accelerated rate, catching me off guard, as he seemed even larger. I wanted to kiss him.

I couldn't handle it any longer. I shifted one of my legs and propped up my penis and testicles for my other hand to reach and massage my anus.

"Fuck, Ollie!" His speeded up on his solid shaft. "Ollie, finger your hole, like I'd."

I groaned. "I- I need to place a finger inside."

He groaned, "Not yet. Rub around and around the perimeter."

Oliver snagged some lube from his bedside table and rubbed some on his dick before pounding a generous amount onto his hand and hole. Some even managed to plop onto his balls due to his shaky grasp.

"Come on, insert a finger. Yes, that's a good one, Olive. Rub circles until you hit your prostate."

A gasp made it clear when Oliver hit the right spot.

"Alright, now rub it. Rub it hard the way I do."

Fluid seeped out of Oliver's member, puddling onto his stomach.

"Now insert a second finger into your rear entrance, but don't touch your prostate."

"Why?"

"Fuck your fingers in and out. Ugh! Great! Finger fuck yourself. You're adorable." Caleb scooted over, pushing the laptop out of the way. More obscene noises sounded in the background. He eased himself between Oliver's thighs, stretching them to accommodate his position. He carried on stroking himself while his other hand gripped Oliver's thigh, spreading it out to get a better view. As Oliver drove his fingers in and out, Caleb occasionally watched.

"Yeah, Liv. Your hole is stunning, just like you. It's a work of art, enticing and provocative. Finger bang yourself. Please yourself."

"Caleb, Caleb, can I, please, rub my button? My... cute hole really wants it."

Caleb growled. "Yeah, rub it hard, Olive! Rub it really hard!" Caleb climbed on top of Oliver, pushing his thigh up almost to his shoulder, bending him forward, and looming over him as if he were about to claim his prize. He positioned his fingers near Oliver's anal opening.

Caleb drew away to focus on pleasuring himself as Oliver vigorously rubbed his prostate with multiple fingers. Eventually, Caleb let loose on Oliver's fingers. As Oliver continued thrusting inside himself, some of Caleb's cum seeped into his rectum. They shared a moan of pleasure.

This climax sent Oliver over the edge. He arched his back in a shout, still pressing on his prostate through the waves of pleasure.

Caleb kissed Oliver while he was still cumming and after. Oliver couldn't take a deep breath. Caleb dominated his breathing. Caleb slid on top of Oliver as they both lay there naked, covered in their respective fluids.

After some time had passed, Caleb finally separated himself and grabbed a cloth to clean them up. They redressed themselves with Oliver donning briefs and Caleb wearing boxers.

Caleb pulled Oliver close and laid his head on Caleb's chest. Caleb then draped his arm across Oliver's waist and caressed his hair. Oliver shifted his thigh across Caleb's erect penis.

"I can't wait to be naked in bed with you one day."

"That would be nice now..."

Caleb groaned. "Oliver, I would, but I don't want to accidentally slide my big cock into your tight, warm, delectable, ugh, butt."

"Perhaps I wouldn't mind that, too..."

"God, Oliver! Please don't tempt me!" He held Oliver close through the night, making it difficult for him to leave the next morning. It was blissful.

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Cast of Characters:

Oliver

• Age 18.
• Gay.
• Junior in high school, repeating a grade due to family issues.
• Nicknames: Olive, Liv.

Asher and Avery

• Age 18.
• Bisexual, prefer guys.
• Juniors in high school, started behind, so they wouldn't be in the same grade as their older brother Caleb.
• Both mischievous, Avery being slightly more so.
• They enjoy sharing their sexual partners.
• Avery calls Oliver Liv.
• Asher calls Oliver Olive.
• Play lacrosse. Jersey numbers 12 Asher and 21 Avery.

Caleb

• Age 19.
• Gay.
• Senior in high school. Has a summer birthday.
• Caleb calls Oliver Ollie.
• He plays football. Jersey number 22.

Reese

• Age 22.
• Straight. Finds Oliver's presence enjoyable and constantly teasing him.
• Attends college studying accounting.
• Reese calls Oliver Little one.
• Enjoys boxing and building things.
• No strings attached playfulness.

Jordan

• Age 25.
• Gay.
• Works as an attorney.
• Jordan calls Oliver Oliver. Oliver calls Jordan Jordie.
• Keeps a string of short-lived relationships, but wants to take care of his brothers.
• Very sweet to Oliver.

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