The story is a work of fiction. All the characters in this story are 18+.
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''Silver,'' Dylan, my eldest brother, calls me out.
I get up from the bed and run downstairs as soon as I can. I knew that the product I ordered arrived earlier than expected here, but of course, I didn't want anyone to know what was inside it. Especially my overprotective brothers.
"What did you order?" Nick, my other elder brother, asked me.
I quickly snatch the parcel from Dylan and take a deep breath, trying to act normal.
"Oh, it's nothing important. Just some girl stuff," I said, laughing it off.
Both the brothers looked at each other and then back at me. They knew something was fishy, but before they could ask me anything else, I sprint upstairs. I let out a sigh of relief as I reach my room. Closing the door behind me, I place the package on my study table and start to open it eagerly like a madwoman.
"Fuck, " I whispered to myself as the product I ordered lay in the box, waiting to be utilized.
The nine inched dildo looked so damn real. It had a pink head, balls, and it was flexible. My pussy tingled at the sight of it, and I bit my lip sensually as I think about using it tonight. Now indeed, this wasn't something I would like to show my brothers, and yet I know for sure that they'll continue to bother me with it.
At 19, I'm the youngest sibling while Nick is 22 and Dylan is 24. Having two overprotective brothers is tiresome sometimes. I can't even date anyone because, well, partly because I don't want to and partly because my brothers would be a threat to any guy I date. I do love my brothers, and it feels great to be taken care of, but, to some extent, only.
Later at night, as we sit for dinner with mom and dad, Nick speaks up.
"So, are you satisfied with whatever you ordered?"
I almost choke on the pasta at his question. I look up from my dish, and mom had a questioning look on her face.
"What did you order?" she asked.
I open my mouth to speak, but Dylan beats me to it.
"She said that it was just girl stuff."
"Oh? Well, I would like to see what it is," Mom said.
I clench my teeth as I feel the anger coursing through my veins. Nick and Dylan had sly smirks on their faces, and I just felt like yelling at them for butting into my life, AGAIN!
"It's not for me. It's for Stella," I said. "She and her family are going out of the city for a few days, and that's why she wanted me to receive the package."
Mom nodded while Dad just continued to eat dinner without even looking up, and the conversation seemed to settle down. Nick and Dylan exchanged glances with each other, and there was some unspoken conversation going on between them. First the sly smirks and now this. One thing was for sure; my brothers were behaving very weirdly.
Mom and Dad decided to sleep early while my brothers and I were still lingering in the living room, watching some random movie. I was curled up in Nick's arms with my head rested on his chest and my arms wrapped around his waist. His arm rested on my shoulder, and he would rub it softly now and then.
I felt my eyes close at the warmth, and just as I was falling asleep, I heard Dylan speak up.
"She feels closer to you," he said.
I feel Nick shake his head. "She's close to both of us."
I keep my eyes close, and I hear Dylan sigh. "I don't know. I feel like Silver tries her best to avoid me sometimes."
Well, Dylan isn't wrong in that matter. I try to avoid him most of the time because I don't want to have my own brother's wet dreams. Yes! You read it correctly. I've wet dreams of my brother. It's brothers, plural. It all started a year back when I noticed how healthy and sexy body both of my brothers had. At night, I found myself thinking about what it would feel like to have their hands on my body. Their fingers on my wet pussy as their mouths explored my body.
I try to avoid Dylan mostly because sometimes I feel this intense need to submit to him. Whenever he orders me to do something or shows dominance in his voice, it makes me wet. While on the other hand, Nick makes me wet when he whispers things in my ear and when his hands brush my nipples when he's cuddling me. Now, I can't let them know about all this stuff, can I?
I lay there, acting like I'm asleep as I secretly listen to their conversation.