Sisterly Harmony: Three Tunes for Good Brothers

Three brothers, all of them good men, but when they’re with me, they turn into animals. I’m their sister, but they don’t see me as family—they see me as a toy. The youngest one, he’s always the first to break, his hands trembling as he pulls down my panties. ‘Please, sister,’ he begs, but I just laugh and spread my legs wider. The middle brother is rougher, grabbing my hips and slamming into me without warning. I scream, but it’s not pain—it’s pleasure. The eldest, he watches first, stroking himself while I take both of his brothers inside me. Then it’s his turn, and he’s the worst of all, holding me down and filling every hole until I’m dripping with their cum. They take turns, sometimes two at once, my body bent and twisted in ways that should hurt but only make me wetter. ‘Sister, you’re so tight,’ they groan, and I moan back, ‘Fuck me harder, brothers.’ The room smells of sex and sweat, and I can’t tell whose cum is whose anymore. They call me their good sister, their little slut, and I love every filthy word. By the end, I’m limp, covered in their seed, but they’re not done. The youngest licks me clean while the others get hard again. ‘One more round,’ they say, and I can only nod, my pussy aching for more. This is my family, and this is how we show love.