A while back, I told you the story of the first time my brothers and I fucked. How I found them the week after their graduation fucking and sucking each other in my parents den and just had to join the fun. Well, it's been three months since that night. The summer has passed and the three of us fucked the hell out of each other every chance we got. However, those chances were rather few and far between with our parents at home. Real life always seems to have a way to intervene. Suddenly it was September and time for all three of us to head off to college.
Neither of my brothers had developed my study habits, but Joe had gotten a basketball scholarship and Tom had won a Young Authors contest with a decent sized cash prize to help pay for their tuition. Many colleges had been discussed with my parents but the three of us knew that my State University was their best bet not to mention the only chance that the three of us would have to continue our taboo interludes. So Joe and Tom were slated to start in the fall. Tom brought up the first problem.
He and Joe were freshmen and freshmen were required to live in the dorms. A letter from the housing office confirmed that a week later. Joe in one hall, Tom in another and of course I was still bunking with Gina. We really hadn't thought this through. Gina had seen pictures of my brothers and while she was a practicing sexaholic in the try anything at least once category I knew that me screwing my little brothers was even beyond her realm. No, it was definitely something we needed to keep to ourselves. The only solution seemed to be finding a place that the three of us could share. Thankfully living with family was an okay option for freshmen with the housing department. Mom and Dad, surprisingly, seemed happy with the notion and even offered to foot part of the bills reminding us that they were paying for the dorms anyway and that maybe their older sister's study habits would rub off on Tom and Joe. If they only knew what part of me was rubbing off on them...
So the week school was to begin the three of us moved into a house on the west side of town, where our parents felt we would "be safe" and less likely to party. So much for what they knew. Tom had his hand up the back of my skirt and his fingers delving into my steamy moist pussy before they finished waving at us from the curb.
"Tom!" I scolded trying to shut the door. "Are you trying to get us caught?"
"Aww, come on Nat, you know that it's a turn on to do stuff when we could get caught. And don't lie to me," he said pressing me face first into the back of the door and fucking his fingers in and out of my pussy in the delicious slow way I loved, "I can feel how wet you are right now."
Joe laughed from behind him stepping up to drop a brotherly kiss on my cheek. I moaned softly pushing back against Tom's playing fingers.
