Amber, Part 6
Amber and her twin brothers, Bobby and Billy, continued with their illicit relationship. Amber had not only had sex with both of her brothers, but eventually had a threesome with them. She told them at that time that she needed at least one of them every day. That, of course, was hyperbole and was said in the passion of the moment. The next couple of months, however, seemed to bear out her claim.
Nearly every single day, either Bobby or Billy would avail themselves of their little sister's services, whether it was a blowjob or fucking, or anal --though Sometimes she enjoyed pleasuring both of them separately on the same day. A couple of times they had threesomes. Amber resigned herself to the fact that she was addicted to sex. She no longer even tried to rationalize it to herself. She loved sex and simply could not get enough of it. She did, however, break up with her boyfriend. She had regrets, because she was fond of him and she really did have fun with him, but she had enough on her plate to continue to do well in school and satisfy both of her brothers sexually.
One or other of the twins sometimes would arrive home and go upstairs to discover the other twin having sex with Amber. Sometimes they would watch or even wait for a turn. More often, he would go about his business until Amber was available for him. Many times, if Amber didn't feel like having anal sex, she would blow one brother while fucking the other one. Sometimes they would just all lay together in bed, kissing their sweet sister, cuddling her and, perhaps, drifting off to sleep.
Amber sometimes did a little soul-searching. She still continued to attend church, although she felt as if she were going through the motions. She asked herself if her sexual activity with her brothers was diminishing her sex drive or desensitizing her to sex. She didn't think so. She was always in the mood and still lusted for both of her brothers almost constantly. She loved everything they did to and with her. Best of all, in her opinion, was the fact that she was still attracted to other boys. She imagined fucking or sucking many of her professors or boys in her classes. She didn't plan on doing so (when would she have time?), but she was secretly glad that she still was attracted to men other than her own brothers.
One day, Billy and Amber were home, eating lunch. They sat on the couch watching TV while they ate. Amber anticipated that Billy would want sex after they finished. She, of course, wanted it too, but decided, as she still sometimes still did with Billy, that she might put up a show of reluctance. She was wearing blue-jean shorts and a tight knit top. Underneath she wore a push-up bra that made her B-cup breasts look much bigger. Her shimmering red-blonde hair was in pigtails. She knew she was no raving beauty, but she knew she had a very desirable body and that neither of her brothers could get enough of it.
"Stop looking at my legs, Billy. You're making me feel uncomfortable," she quipped, with a grin.
"Shut up. I ain't looking at your skinny little legs," Billy stated, and went back to watching TV.
"My legs aren't skinny. They've filled out!" she countered.
Billy looked at her well-tanned legs. Yes, they were definitely filled out, though they were, indeed, slender. They had a very good shape. He thought of the many times those strong young legs and been wrapped around his body as his cute little sister urged him on, giving herself totally to him. His cock began to stir.
"Still skinny, but they're nice legs. Makes me horny," he stated, looking into her face.
"Well you can forget it. I'm not doing that stuff anymore. It's time to stop that. I should never have let you in the first place," she argued, but almost burst out laughing.
"Oh, Baby Sister, you forget. You didn't let me. I took it. Remember? Only after you realized how much you love it did you let me," he smiled.
Amber thought back to the first time she and Billy had sex. She had, indeed, been reluctant and had tried to fight him off, at first. There was no doubt, however, that she had wanted it. The fact that he "forced" her made it more exciting, for some reason. She still was very turned on by the thought of him, or someone else, just taking what they wanted sexually. She was not, at all, turned on by rape; there was a sharp distinction, in her mind, between rape and reluctance.
"I remember. You need to learn that 'no' means 'no'. The fact that I learned to enjoy it, and then allowed you to do those things to me, doesn't mean that you shouldn't respect my decision whether to do it or not. So, I've been thinking about it, and I think it's time that you paid for what you did. I'm cutting you off," she declared, as she twisted one braid around her fingers.
Billy snorted. "Cutting me off, huh? What about Bobby? You and him just gonna be exclusive?"
"I'm cutting you both off. It's time. He never forced me, but he did take advantage of me when I was vulnerable..." she began.
"Vulnerable?" Billy asked, incredulously. He was almost sure that Amber was teasing him, which he loved, but could she possibly be serious?
"Yes, vulnerable," she giggled. "You know, back when I was skinny and ugly, before I blossomed and got this awesomely hot body?"
Billy laughed with her. Amber was not one to ever brag about herself or her looks. He knew now, and was relieved, that this was just another of her games. He loved them. She was such a tease and that just made his desire for her grow exponentially.
"You laughing at my awesomely hot body?" she challenged.
"Well, first off, you really are awesomely hot, but I know you're just playing. Secondly, I may just have to have me some," he said, seriously.
"Have you some what? We have some strawberry pie left in the 'fridge. Get me some while you're in there," she smiled.
"I've got my mind on something that's a lot more tasty than strawberry pie!" he smiled.
Amber could feel her panties getting wet. She knew her teasing was getting to him and she knew the ultimate outcome. They would fuck. It was the intervening time, between their teasing discourse, and the ultimate incestuous coupling, that was going to be the fun part. She knew that her brother would not hurt her, but he would take what he wanted. She was what he wanted; it made her wet pussy clench with anticipation.
"Better than strawberry pie? What could be better than that?" she laughed.
"Fuck, Amber, you make me so hot," Billy admitted.
"What have I done?" she pled, innocently. "All I did was tell you that we're not doing that anymore. Now be a good brother and go get your little sister some strawberry pie."
Billy stood and walked toward her. He grabbed her hand and attempted to pull her out of her chair. She jerked her hand back and pulled her legs up into the chair, fending him off as he continued to grope for her hands.
"Get away!" she said, sternly. "Don't touch me!"
Billy stood straight up and gazed at her. She wasn't going to make this easy. That excited him even more. "I bet your little panties are already wet, just thinking about what's about to happen. Am I right?"
"How do you know I'm wearing panties?" she teased. "Been watching me dress again?"
Billy suddenly moved toward her and put his hands underneath her body, then easily lifted her from her chair and into his arms. One strong arm was under her thighs and the other was around her back to steady her. Amber placed her arms around him to keep from falling. Their faces were suddenly inches from each other. Billy gave her a brief kiss on the lips.
"Stop, Billy. Put me down! This is what I meant. You don't know what 'no' means."
Billy started walked toward and then up the stairs, carrying his little sister easily in his arms. "I know what 'no' means, Amber, but it means something totally different when you say it," he laughed.
"Billy! I mean it; put me down. I'm not doing this today!" she screeched, half-heartedly.
