I Am A Zero Pt 12

I washed the dishes and glanced up at the TV from time to time as John and Jeff cheered at the game they were watching. I smiled. I didn't really know anything about the game they were watching but I didn't care. That wasn't important. What was important was how natural this felt. Comfortable. Simple. But it was more than that. I felt like me. As I scrubbed at the frying pan to get off the rest of the egg residue I realized that I always felt on the outside looking in. It wasn't that people didn't like me. I knew I was different and even weird about how I interacted with people. But I thought that is how everyone felt. At least I told myself.

But now, at this moment, it was like that entire narrative I had worked out for so many years just wasn't true. There was a moment of belonging or comfort that other people had and I never did. I never belonged anywhere. If I was honest I didn't know that I cared. The proud part of me wanted to say I didn't care. I wondered if other people did that. I wondered if other people told themselves not to care about things that they really cared about. Who knows? The point is that now that I feel the way I did, I realized that I did want to belong. I needed to belong.

As I stood there in front of the sink in my bra and underwear washing dishes with my brothers watching TV, after being with both of them at the same time an hour or two before, I knew I belonged here. Like this. There were no secrets between us. There wasn't any side conversations or things I wasn't supposed to say. I realized that I spent so much of my mental space trying to figure out what to say and who to say it to and who to not say it to. For the first time, perhaps ever, I was just washing dishes and not thinking about that. I was free.

I am a zero.

"A zero is free," I whispered as I wiped the pan off and put it back on the stove. "A zero is free," I muttered again.

I opened the cupboard and started putting the clean coffee cups away when I felt a hand on my hip. I turned and John was standing there very close to me. His thumb stroked the skin of my lower back and the elastic on my underwear.

"How is the game?" I asked him, looking right into his eyes.

"We are winning," he replied evenly. "But I got distracted."

I frowned slightly and asked, "Are you still hungry? I just cleaned up but..."

"No," he said directly.

His tone was strong and I felt a tingle run through my spine. His other hand caressed my cheek but he didn't say anything.

I just looked at him, then turned fully to face him.

His fingers caressed my cheek and then he moved his thumb down to my lips and touched them gently, pulling down a little on my lower lip.

My body tingled starting at the base of my spine and I felt myself getting wet. There was something in his look. John was very kind, considerate and gentle. He was very compassionate and caring. But he did not look at me like that. His look was different. It was direct. It was very even. But it was also a hungry look.

I felt his thumb push into my mouth and I started to suck it. Softly at first but then harder and harder. My thumb roaming over his smooth thumb nail. At the same time I his other hand took mine and he led my hand to the waistband of his sweatpants and I pushed my hand down his pants. He was fully erect.

I gripped him firmly.

He swallowed dryly as I continued to suck his thumb.

I looked into his eyes and I realized that he saw me. He was looking past the facade of what I put forth and instead looked directly into me. I was not Katie, his sister and friend. I wasn't the girl at the bar or the one that helped balance his checkbook or was good with numbers. I wasn't pretty or ugly or sexy or beautiful. I wasn't those things. I am a zero. In this moment, I was a mouth.

He pushed me firmly down to my knees and pulled his thumb out of my mouth. He stepped forward and I let go of his erect penis as it entered my open mouth.

I closed my eyes.

"Look at me," he said almost immediately.

I looked at him.

"Don't stop looking," he said firmly as he gripped some of my hair in a tight fist and started to thrust my mouth.

I lost my balance with how rough he was until the back of my head and my back pressed against the refrigerator door. He adjusted his grip and his stance until I was balanced and he started to thrust again.

"Suck while I fuck your mouth," He said to me through gritted teeth.

I sucked the best I could. The flesh of his sac and balls slapping against my chin lulled me into a kind of hypnotic rhythm.

"Mmm," he grunted as continued. His grip on my hair was getting tighter and tighter.

I looked up at him and sucked. He was looking down at me. He was looking down on me. I was a zero and he was a one.

I am not Katie, I thought like some kind of reader board running through the eye of my mind. I this. I am a zero. I am an open mouth. I am the zero that my brothers fuck.

The thought hit me at the same time my brother's cock pushed a little into my throat. I gagged and squirmed involuntarily.

"No," John said. "Look at me and suck."

He saw me and I saw him. He saw me.

An orgasm I did not foresee washed through my system like warm, pleasure-filled water. My face was hot and my clit throbbed and I came.

Almost instantly my mouth filled with John's cum. I moaned and swallowed and sucked and swallowed. It felt like some kind of endless stream as if he was feeding me his semen and I suppose he was. I felt like he was.

I am a zero and this is my food. Perhaps there was no truer statement for me.

John finished and slowly pulled his spent dick from my mouth. He looked labored and tired. He looked like he had just lifted something heavy and finally was able to put it down. I took that weight for him.

I kept looking up at him and then his eyes shifted to Jeff who was standing nearby. Jeff's erect penis was in his hand and he stepped forward towards me.

John essentially handed my head to Jeff by the hair. It was like I was some sort of toy or a cum swallowing vacuum.

The exchange was very comforting and erotic at the same time. I looked up at Jeff like I was a bird waiting to be fed.

Soon his dick was in my mouth and he gave me the same instructions to look at him as he slowly pumped my mouth with his cock. I wondered if I should no longer think of my mouth as a mouth, but as the zero on my face.

I didn't hold the thought long as Jeff was grunting and gripped my hair with both hands and started thrust harder. I braced myself against the refrigerator door and I felt like he was nailing my head to the door with his dick. What made this more erotic was how he saw me. He was seeing me like John did.

I felt truly seen.

His cock erupted suddenly in my mouth in a huge spurt of warmth and salt. I drank down what I could but not without a good portion running down my chin and the edges of my mouth. He groaned and closed his eyes as he finished then, as he held my hair, he shook slightly. Something Jeff always did after he came.

He was holding me so tightly by the hair that I couldn't move and I felt a slight burn at the roots of my scalp. His cum was dripping down my chin in thick globs and ran down my bra and cleavage.

I loved it.

He pulled out of my mouth slowly and as I looked up at him he stepped forward and pushed the soft skin of his balls into my mouth.

I sucked on the soft, spongy skin and felt his hard testicle push between my lips. I wasn't sure what to do so I gently sucked and tried to lick at it in my mouth

Jeff breathed heavily and moved around, shifting his weight as I did what I could to suck his balls.

"Open your mouth wider," he said and as I did he tried to push both of them in my mouth. I sucked at the flesh and licked. The skin pressing to my mouth and against my face was warm, like a washcloth and it was comforting.

My body continued to tingle and soon Jeff passed my head over to John and I was sucking on his balls. His sac was different, tighter and had more hair. I knew I would know the difference in the dark if and when it came to that and I liked the distinctions. I liked knowing my brothers and being able to know what they liked and what they needed was important.

I don't exactly know how long this went on. Which was a testament to how comfortable I truly was. I always knew the time. I counted minutes, seconds and half seconds. I was a human clock. But here I was letting go. I wasn't a clock. I wasn't Katie or a Katie or anything like that. I was a zero.

Soon my bra was off and my tits were free. Jeff gripped my breasts and pulled at my nipples. Jeff was fascinated with my tits and I loved the way he looked at them and handled them.

The challenge I felt was how to be in this moment with them. I was sucking John's balls and Jeff was pulling at my nipples. I wanted to please them both better or somehow to focus on one of them. But that wasn't what this was. I needed to let go of my needs because what I thought I needed, I didn't actually need. I didn't need to please.

As I sucked on John's nuts I knew suddenly that my need to please was another false narrative. I wasn't a pleaser. My desire to please confused me because I never actually knew what anyone wanted. They had to tell me. They had to direct me. I didn't know how to please on my own. I wasn't capable of knowing. I had to be taught. But that meant it wasn't actually natural.

"Let's go to the couch," John said to me.

I got up and followed them to the couch. Jeff sat down and John led me to straddle Jeff's lap. Jeff clutched my left breast and pulled me toward him so he could suck my nipple. His mouth was warm and moist on my erect nipple and I sighed with pleasure. I looked down at my brother as he sucked my breast and I smiled.

This is what my big tits are for. I gripped under my breast so I could feed it to him. I felt his teeth as he sucked in more of me and I groaned at the sensation. Jeff loved me tits.

At the same time I felt my panties being pulled on and I wiggled my hips then stood up briefly so John could remove them. I immediately went back to feeding my breast to Jeff and I felt John's probing hands on my ass.

"Lean forward," John said and I did. Jeff laid back and nearly lay on top of him with my tit in his mouth.

John's fingers found my asshole and I felt him rubbing it. John seemed to be going to my ass more and more. I supposed if Jeff was a tits man then John was an ass man.

What did that make me?

John's finger was wet and he started to push it into my asshole. It was uncomfortable but it wasn't painful. He was moving his finger around and I could hear him groaning. His mouth was on my ass cheek and he kissed me and licked me. Jeff kept at my breast.

I felt like they were feasting on me. I felt like...what did I feel like? My body was on fire and my pussy was dripping again. I knew almost at once that I wasn't a pleaser. I had it all backwards. I was so backwards. I didn't want or need to please. I wanted and needed to be used.

I needed to be used. Like this.

When you find out your purpose you don't want to do anything else. Ever.

I knew I was going to have an orgasm. John was licking my asshole and Jeff was focusing on my other breast. They were consuming me. They were using me. They were...

Suddenly I heard David's strong voice piercing through the simple euphoria of the moment: "What the fuck?!"

He was standing at the open door of the living room looking at the three of us.