I still can't quite believe I fucked both my brothers. I can certainly still remember the delicious feeling of their hard cocks pumping in and out of my pussy.
We've always been fairly close, the three of us. Aiden is my older brother, he's 23, short dark hair, dark stubbly beard, killer thighs, toned rugby build. Think Ali Price if you're a fan of rugby, which he is. I'm the middle child, 21 and then there's George. He's 18, much slimmer than Aiden but also toned and in good shape and his stubble has a hint of ginger in it. Think Connor Wickham if you're a fan of football (or soccer for our overseas friends), which he is.
I always tried to stay neutral on football versus rugby. I lost my virginity to one of Aiden's rugby mates in a quick hard shag in the car park behind the pub where my 18th birthday party was being held. I've loved sex ever since. Just the feeling of being full, knowing my pussy gives such pleasure just gets me dripping. And I got pregnant five months ago from one of George's football buddies, Jack, who I'd been dating for a year. We were both 20, which is younger than I would ever have planned to get knocked-up. I probably should have been more careful, but he convinced me how good it would feel to get fucked bare without a condom. It did.
Unfortunately, Jack liked the act of creampieing me more than the consequences of it and we stopped seeing each other soon after I realised I was pregnant. I guess I was feeling a bit down about that. But I'd also just been so fucking horny without a guy inside me for months. I just couldn't shake a feeling of wanting a really good shag.
So, there I was, pregnant, not drinking, craving some male attention and sat home alone watching crappy Friday night TV. The parents had gone away for a weekend. Something about needing their own space with three grown-up kids still at home and taking advantage of some decent late August weather.
"Fucking hell mate," I heard Aiden say as the front door opened, "not a fit one in that whole pub." I think both him and George had been having a bit of a dry spell themselves, they were both single and it sounded like their attempts to pull had not succeeded. My suspicions were confirmed when they both came barging into the living room moments later. They had the boisterous tone of boys who had had a few beers but weren't particularly drunk for a Friday night.
"Didn't pull then?" I asked as Aiden plonked down on the sofa next to me and George sprawled in the armchair.
"Nah, we've given up and come home. How's your evening?"
It was an innocuous question. I wasn't even drunk but before I knew it I was giving them more details than they needed. "I'm bored, I'm watching crap TV, I'm pregnant and I'm single. So I won't be having any Friday fun either."
George giggled. "Friday fun?"
I'd started this train of conversation and I was going to continue. "Yeah, I'm a woman with needs. I feel really horny recently. But I don't think any decent man I want would go for me in this state, and I don't want a reputation going for anyone not decent." George giggled more. Aiden glared at him. Something was definitely up. "What?" I demanded.
"Well sis," George replied, "you've already got a bit of a reputation with both my friends and Aiden's."
I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Guys brag. "Reputation for what?"
"Being a bit of a goer."
"Well not anymore. Look at me."
I guess Aiden was trying to reassure me: "you're hot Sarah. You're not a state. You're looking good, even with that bump. And your tits have grown." My tits?!
Now George was chipping in. "Yeah they've grown, it's noticeable."