This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older. Thanks for reading.
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When Violet was younger, one of her favorite pastimes was sneaking into the room her brothers shared. Not just to find their many treasures- baseball cards, comic books, folding knives, gaming manuals and stashes of pornography- but for the smell that lingered in the air; on their clothes; between their sheets. Sometimes she didn't even want to snoop, just lie down in one of their beds, which is how they found her out. She'd always insisted that she just wanted to take a nap in their room, but somehow she thought they knew what she'd
really
been up to.
Their parents were far more restrictive of Violet's freedom, even after she turned eighteen, and when her brothers moved out it seemed like her window to the world got smaller and smaller without them to hold it open. It was only when she went to college that Violet finally had the privacy to find out what kind of porn
she
actually liked, use a vibrator or cum out loud in the shower. And if the idea of having sex with one man intrigued her, the prospect of two at a time slowly consumed her. She saw the paradox of her fantasy role as temptress, lover and whore when she was, in reality, a virgin: But indulging in fantasies is much less intimidating than making them come true.
To compound the complexity of her developing fetish, Violet had the epiphany that the men she tended to find attractive were remarkably similar to her brothers. Aside from a few deviations, her type was either gentle jock or lanky bad boy. After that night, when she found herself giving head to one brother, then getting it from the other, Violet chalked it up Naughty Cabin Fever so she wouldn't get her hopes up for something that could never be. Even when they seemed to cherish their forbidden intimacy as much as she had, her taboo fantasies still seemed to be in the realm of the hypothetical.
At least until that pivotal moment at the restaurant. Furtive movements under the table, bare skin to bare skin, and pause. Everything froze. Chris and James turned sharply to one another while their sister looked down, shifting the tablecloth to reveal their hands on her thighs: Like a vanishing act, they were gone.
"Well," said her eldest brother in a low, unfathomable tone.
"Well," repeated her other, the darkness in his eyes reflected in his voice.
Well?
thought Violet, biting her lip.
"How long has this been going on with you two?" James demanded with stern fury.
"Just since last night." Chris answered defensively. "You?"
"The same. So have you..."
Fucked
lingered on the tip of the tongue and teetered there a moment, unspoken, before Chris shook his head in the negative.
Trying to be as diplomatic as possible, he clarified with, "I just...gave Violet a present. Why? Have you..."
James cleared his throat self-consciously, his face getting blotchy with shame. "No, but I guess you could say that, um, I got a present from Violet."
"That must have been before she got mine because you were fast asleep. Jesus, and I was worried that if you walked in on her sucking me off, you'd straight up murder me," he hissed.
For a moment, the corners of James' mouth twitched with amusement, but soon he was scowling again. "Wait, so today, whenever I left you alone together, you were, um..."
"Making out? You too, I assume."
"When were you going to tell us, Violet? Or were you going to try to keep it a secret?"
With crossed arms and furrowed brows, they both turned to see their sister's beet red face. "Will you excuse me, I need to use the ladies' room," Violet managed through a mouth full of cotton.
Without a word, they both did.
In the respite of the single-stall restroom, Violet splashed cool water on her hot face and gently patted it dry. That morning she was worried that she might not have the guts to take it far enough, and now she feared that she'd taken it
too
far. They were interested in her when they thought of her as a curious virgin, but what if they thought their sister was just another slut now?
After a few more minutes, during which she briefly considered sneaking out the window to escape her embarrassing fate, she managed to pull herself together, adopting the impassive face of a criminal awaiting a verdict. Back at the table, James and Chris stopped talking as soon as their sister returned, her normally smiling lips set in a grim line. Breaking apart as if discussing a state secret, they both regarded her with unreadable expressions.
"Hey, what's up?" Violet asked in a would-be casual voice.
"Just settled the bill. I think it's time to leave."
"Definitely," seconded Chris.
"Violet?" James's steady blue gaze seemed to go right through her.
"I'm ready."
The silence was deafening for the first few minutes of the ride home. Violet sat in the middle with her thighs glued together, hands clasped over her knees, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. No one even looked at each other until they got back on the steep main road up the mountain. Then James glanced at Chris, and as if this were some signal, they both dropped their poker faces and turned to their sister.
Their devilish grins bewildered her at first- but once they each put a hand on hers and coaxed them apart, along with her legs, Violet realized they'd been playing a little game their own. And it had just begun.
"You're not mad at me?" she asked softly, though obviously they weren't.
"Far from it, sweetheart," rumbled James, leaning over to kiss his sister's cheek.
"I, for one, am impressed. Though I was a little jealous," Chris admitted. Being that he didn't have to drive, he was able to give Violet more than a kiss on the cheek, which made their brother more than a little jealous as he watched out the corner of his eye.
"And you're both still interested in...you know..." she trailed off.
"In
