Britt & her Brothers Ch. 01

This story contains fiction between bothers and their sister. It's sole purpose is entertainment/fantasy.

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My name is Brit, and I have had a rough life growing up. My mother, brothers, and I lived in a poor rural town in government-assisted housing. My father, whom we all loved, was in and out of our lives during our childhoods. He would also be in and out of jail for drug offenses. When he was around, he would spend time with us until he and my uncle went on a bender; then, they'd end up running into trouble. My father's substance use was always his downfall. What I've learned was if it were just alcohol for him, he'd end up in minor trouble. When he mixed alcohol with stimulants, he would end up in big trouble. I could always tell when he was on them, he would become hyper and erratic. During my teen years, I watched him to ensure he wasn't hyped up around Jesse and Ben.

My brothers were my life. I did everything I could to protect them when they were young. Jesse was eight years younger than me. He was a lot like me. He wanted to work hard, stay out of the way, and live a different life than what we grew up in. Like me, he learned a lot about fixing cars, so when he turned nineteen, I hired him at the auto shop I managed.

Ben was ten years younger than me. Of the three of us, he was the outgoing one. Unlike Jesse and me, Ben had no interest in cars. His passion was cooking. He currently takes cooking classes and works part-time as a prep cook.

I've been at my shop for ten years now. When I first started, I saved every penny I made so I could rent my own place and get out of the family chaos. I was quickly able to rent a tiny studio-in-law apartment. My mom would let me take my brothers a lot, and they would come to my tiny apartment for periods when they were younger. Sometimes, we would set up a children's tent and pretend we were camping. I tried to give them normalcy while my parents always seemed to be in chaos. Needless to say, the three of us have always been close.

When I turned twenty-five, I bought a cute, one and a half bedroom house located twenty miles from where I worked. Because I live in such a rural area, my commute to and from work was less than twenty minutes. Shit, my closest neighbor is three miles from me. More importantly, my parents were fifty miles from me. I enjoyed having a house and the privacy that I had. I had put bunk beds in the half room for my brothers when I first moved into my quiet, tiny house. As my brothers became adults, they would still come and crash at my house, but not as often as they did when they were younger. Lately, Jesse was the one who would come over often. He was twenty-one now and would come when he was out with friends. Plus, he knew I wouldn't let him miss work just because he was out drinking with his buddies the night before.

Now at twenty-nine, I have the quiet life I always wanted. All my life, I have never been the most outwardly social person. My circle was small. I did go out consistently, but I was protective of the serenity I had in my life. I would go to the local bar for beers on the weekends while working my ass off during the week. I had a reputation for being a scrapper, and people respected me. I wouldn't say I dated a lot, but I was also not a prude. I would go home with someone if they were cute and I had interest, but I wasn't a whore either. I was not interested in being in a relationship. I liked my freedom and carefree life. Plus, relationships have drama that I have no interest in participating in. Don't get me wrong, there were men interested in more. Just because I'm a gearhead doesn't mean I'm not attractive. I believe and have been told that I am attractive. I am five foot three, with a somewhat thick build. I have wide hips, nice legs, and a big ass. Along with my perky B-cup breasts and girl next door face with brown hair and eyes, I think I'd be considered a catch for anyone. But I never brought anyone home to my place. It was my sanctuary, and I was unwilling to allow any drama or chaos in my home. I also enjoyed living in a rural town because people didn't bother you in them. It would take too much effort to find people just for trouble.

The last person I dated, if you want to call it that, ended about two years ago. He wanted more, and I was fine with the way things were. Here is the issue with living in a rural town, the men are slim pickings. But, until recent events, I was fine being alone. I had my best friend in my nightstand drawer when I needed it to take care of my urges.

Everything started to change when I turned twenty-nine. And when I say changed, it went in a direction I never would have predicted.

Both of my brothers still lived with my mother, who had moved on from my father's nonstop nonsense. They felt like they needed to stay because they worried about her being old and lonely without them.

The three of us would always go out for dinner and celebrate our birthdays. On my birthday, we went to the pub across from my shop. During dinner, Jesse and I talked shit to Ben about not being old enough to drink with us. We should have known better than to get him worked up, he's quick with responses unlike Jesse and me. We were about two hours into our night out when Ben finally started to shoot comments back at us. He told me, "Shit, Brit, by the time I'm old enough to drink with the two of you, you'll be a cougar."

I nearly spit my drink out. My immediate thought was, 'Did my brother just use a sexual term to describe me?' I quickly rejected that he understood what he implied with his comment. Because Jesse was laughing, Ben quickly turned his attention to him. "I don't know why you're laughing so hard. You and your fantasy crush."

I watched as the two of them jokingly went back and forth about who had the bigger crush on this fantasy person. I stepped into the conversation, "Wait, I'm lost. Who is the fantasy person you both have a crush on?" I was slightly buzzed, but my brothers have always told me everything, and now there was a secret crush. I needed to know who she was. My brothers suddenly got quiet and were turning red. This was going to be good, I thought. "C'mon guys. I want to know who this woman is."

Jesse told Ben, "You got a big mouth, dipshit."

The more I pressed, the redder they got. Ben said, "Tell her, I dare you," with a smirk on his face.

I knew they were going to spill the beans because we have a weird thing with daring each other. If one of them dared the other, they would do the dare. Finally, Jesse said, "We're talking about," then he hesitated by saying, "You."

His tone and embarrassing expression made it seem like he was serious, but I thought he was joking. "No, seriously. Who's the woman you both have a crush on," I pleaded with them to tell me.

Ben quickly responded, "He is being serious."

The conversation stopped as I could feel myself turning beet red. "Oh. I see," I said before downing the rest of my drink. I went directly into protective sister mode to break the awkward silence. "I'm flattered guys. I never knew my handsome bros had crushes on me. It's flattering." They had me curious, so I asked, "Is this a new thing?" After my initial embarrassment, I found it cute. It's just a crush, I thought. Why make a big deal about it?

Jesse said, "No, Britt, it's not a new thing. We thought you knew. Thanks for making all of this uncomfortable, Ben." Jesse said with a hint of anger.

Ben shot back, "It's not my fault. You started all the shit talking."

Although my brothers loved each other dearly, they would also fight with each other over stupid things. I quickly jumped into their back and forth. "Guys, we were having such a fun night. Can we please keep it fun? Having a crush on your drop, dead gorgeous, sexy sister makes complete sense," I joked with them. We all laughed at my self-deprecating comment and returned to our normal conversation.

I'm not going to lie, finding out my brothers had a crush on me made me look at them differently at that moment. Jesse was a good looking young man. He was probably five foot ten. He had a rugged look about him. He had a muscular build, and his face was handsome. With his dark hair and dark eyes, he gave off a Superman look. If he weren't my brother, I'd be interested, I thought.

Ben was a couple of inches taller. Probably six feet. He had dark hair, but he had our mother's green eyes. He had a slightly slimmer build than Jesse but had more toned muscle. He is the only guy I know that has actual, six-pack abs. He is less rugged looking but handsome as fuck. If he weren't my brother, I'd be interested.

Both of them had been through their fair share of women. But, like me, they seemed to stay away from falling for anyone. I blamed our parents' dysfunctional relationship for this. None of us wanted to be attached to anyone except each other.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Ben told us he needed to get home because he had to get up early for work. Ben didn't have a car and used Jesse's car most of the time, or he had Jesse or me chauffeur him from place to place. It was Friday, which meant I was the only one who didn't need to get up early for work. Jesse asked, "Do you mind if I crash at your place? That way, Ben can use my car in the morning."

I knew Jesse was going to stay at my house. Whenever he went for a few drinks and went home to our mother's, she would badger him and tell him he was going to turn into our father. One of them would always go home to her because they felt bad leaving her by herself. "You never have to ask me that, Jesse. Neither do you, Ben. It bothers me when you ask if you can stay at my house. Of course, you can stay. I'll drive you to work in the morning," I told the both of them. My brothers paid our bill, and the three of us left to go home. We told Ben to text us when he got home.

During our drive, I asked Jesse if he was going right to bed when we got home. He comically replied, "I don't know. Why, does my gorgeous, sexy sister have plans or something?"

I corrected him, "Um, excuse me, it's drop dead gorgeous, sexy as fuck, sister. The least you can do is get it right." I said as I was laughing. "Seriously, though, I was gonna have another drink when we got home. I figured it's my birthday, I should be able to let loose a little. But if you're not up for it, it's fine. I just don't want to drink alone." I realize I sounded pathetic with my comment, but I didn't want to be a bad influence on my brother.

Jesse told me, "I can't have you drinking alone. I can work hungover better than anyone. As long as my boss doesn't mind me being hungover."

We were both chuckling at his comment. "Well, she doesn't mind as long as it stays between you and her. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal. For the record, I've always kept everything between us," he said as a matter of fact tone as we pulled into my dark driveway.

When we got in the house, I turned the heat on because it was freezing. I told my brother that I was going to change. Jesse asked if I wanted him to make us drinks. I told him that was a great idea. I couldn't wait to get my jeans and bra off. I changed into my typical loose sweatpants and a raggedy old shirt that was on its way out, but I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed my nipples were hard from the cold and could be seen clearly through the thin material. Before tonight, I wouldn't have given it a second thought, but knowing that my brother has been crushing on me, I thought about putting something less revealing on. I decided to stop overthinking everything and went out to the living room.

Jesse decided it would be a good idea to make us slushy, alcoholic drinks. "So, you thought making slushes was a good idea for the coldest night of the year," I said with a laugh.

Jesse laughed, "Yeah, I didn't think that through. But I bet it is the best drink you will have had tonight."

"Oh, really? What are we betting," I challenged him. Along with daring each other, betting on everything was another thing none of us were able to shy away from.

"I didn't think through what we should bet. What do you want to bet?" My brother challenged me.

As I sat down, I pulled a blanket over me to warm up. "Hmm... Let's see. What do I want to bet," I teased him. This is the type of shit my brothers and I would do to each other. Then, it came to me, "How about we bet a truth and a dare? If you win, you get to ask me the truth and dare me to do something. If I win, then I ask you the truth and dare you to do something." This wasn't an unusual bet for us. One time, Ben and I dared Jesse to run through the woods in his underwear during a snowstorm because he lost a bet on a football game.

"Perfect," Jesse said, "Now taste the drink, and don't even think about lying."

Of course, I was going to lie. There was no way I was going to lose this bet. Then I tasted the slush. "You, motherfucker," I said. He made me a watermelon alcohol drink with vodka. He knew, everyone knew how much I love watermelon. "You are such a sneak. Ok, you win. It's the best drink I've had tonight. Let me enjoy it before you ruin it with some stupid question and embarrassing dare, jerk."

We both laughed together as we drank our slushes. He overdid the vodka content, but the watermelon flavor made up for it. The more we drank, the colder we got. Jesse asked, "Do you mind if I get under the blanket with you until the heat kicks in?"

I told him, "Only if there is more slush in the kitchen. This shit is so good."

Jesse laughed at me, "Well, suck some more down, and I'll top your glass off, lush." I sucked the remainder of my drink through the straw, resulting in giving myself a brain freeze before handing him my glass. Jesse returned with a bigger glass filled with the slush. He told me, "This was the rest of it, so I figured I'd put it in a larger glass. I won't be able to have more, I have to work in the morning. My boss gets bitchy when people miss work," he said as he shot me a sarcastic grin.

"Well, she sounds successful," I joked back. Then, I said, "Should I be nervous about this dare? I hope you're not getting me drunk to go outside and do something stupid. It's freezing out there."

"No, I'm not sending you out in the cold to do anything. I don't even know what the truth or dare is going to be yet. I'll come up with something good, though," he said, trying to intimidate me.

"Ok, once I'm done with this drink. You can do your stupid truth then your dare. Bring it on, I'm not scared," I drunkenly challenged my brother.

"Well, I'm going to be two for two tonight because I'm going to get you to refuse a dare," he said confidently.

He should have known better than to challenge me like that. There was no way he was going to get me on a bet and a dare in one night. As always, I enjoyed having my brother here with me. I wished Ben was here with us, but I understood that they both worried about our mother, even though she didn't deserve it. I warned Jesse, "You talk a lot of shit. Once I'm done, I'll be drunk enough, and there is nothing you can intimidate me with. I don't think I've ever not done a dare from you or Ben."

Snidely, Jesse said, "We'll see. I have a good one that I know you won't do."

I decided to suck down the rest of my drink, causing another brain to freeze. I told him that I was going to use the bathroom and then I'd be ready. Once I got to the bathroom, I realized I may have overdone the drinking. I went pee while thinking about what his dare could possibly be that would give him that much confidence. I was still freezing when I returned to the couch. I got under the blanket with him and said, "Ok, tough guy. Which is first, the truth or the dare?"

Jesse snickered at me. "The truth is always first because it leads to the dare. Are you ready?"

I was sitting beside my brother. My head was leaning against his arm while looking straight ahead. "Yeah, bring it on. I'm ready to win this one."

I was not prepared for his truth. Jesse asked me, "Truth... Would you hate me if I kissed you?"

He was right; there was no way I saw that coming. The question caused me to flinch, and my body moved so I could face him. I knew my mouth was open from the shock of the question. I tried to process my thoughts quickly, but I was drunk. I told my brother, "I could never hate you. Don't ever think that I could hate you. Plus, you probably suck at kissing, so I'd make fun of you about it. Again, I could never hate you." Then, to fuck with him, I asked, "Just for the record, are we talking full-on tongues and all kiss, or more of your speed, a peck," I said while giggling at him.

"I'm talking full-on, kissing like I'm making out. And, trust me, I'm a good kisser," my brother said confidently.

Again, I couldn't help myself. "Sure, you are, Jesse. No, I wouldn't hate you. I may be a little pissed if we can be honest for a minute. But I'd get over it."

I quickly found out that I shouldn't have antagonized him. Jesse quickly said, "Dare time. Are you ready to lose?"

I told him, "I don't know where you're getting all of this confidence. Maybe you should cut back on your alcohol consumption. Go ahead, dare me."

Jesse took all of my bravado away in one sentence, "I dare you," he hesitated while we stared at each other arrogantly, "To kiss me."

I was not expecting him to dare me to do that. I was frozen as our eyes were locked on each other. Panic had set in on me which was not something I experienced a lot. "That's your dare? Seriously?"

Jesse smiled, "I told you I was going to win."

This fucker thought he had it all figured out. He was trying to put me in a no win situation. He would never let me hear the end of it if I didn't do it. If I did do it, he would get what he wanted. I don't know why, but I licked my lips as I stared at him in disbelief. My ego got in the way as I told him, "You little shit. You think I'm scared. Fuck it, I've never lost a dare to you, and I'm not losing tonight either." I climbed on his lap and told him, "Enjoy it because this is a one time dare. Do you understand me? And if anyone ever finds out, I'll destroy you. Are we clear?" I was sure that this was going to be the grossest thing I had ever done, or would ever do. Teasingly, I told him, "If we are going to do this, then let's do it right," as I straddled his lap. I gave him one last chance to back out, which I was hoping he would take. "Are you sure you want to waste your dare like this?"

I shouldn't have been surprised by Jesse's confidence. He had grown into a confident young man. "I dare you," he said.

I told him, "Well, don't say I didn't warn you. I don't want to hear how much you are in love with me after this." Although I was talking tough, I was a nervous wreck. I tried to work my nerves up but wasn't convinced I could do it. I leaned my face to him, and our lips touched. I quickly pulled back. "Ok, Ok... There, I did it," I hoped he would let me off the hook. To be honest, his lips were soft. I never thought about what it would feel like. My heart rate picked up once our lips made contact. That was normal, I thought.

Jesse quickly told me, "That wasn't the dare, and you know it. You can just say that you are backing out, and I win."

There was no way I was going to let him win. "OK, I'm going to..." Before I finished my statement, Jesse placed his hand on the back of my head and brought our faces together. This time, when our lips touched, we both instinctually opened our mouths. When our tongues touched, I nearly melted. Jesse wasn't lying when he said he was a good kisser. I was not grossed out like I thought I would be. It was the opposite; I liked it. I got into it almost immediately. I leaned further into my brother and matched his passion. I felt like my body was burning up as I broke our kiss. I tried to reason with my brother, "Ok... Was that good enough for you?"

Jesse smiled and turned his charm on, hoping I would fall for it. "We can keep going unless you're scared you won't be able to control yourself. Want to keep kissing?"

For the first time in my life, I was having difficulty making eye contact with him. I wanted my body to calm down. I attempted to speak, "Yeah, um... Well, I think we should..." Again, Jesse brought our faces together and started kissing me again. Against my better judgment, I didn't stop him. We picked up where we left off. This time, I was digging my fingers into his shoulders. I started grinding on his lap. My nipples were brushing against the cloth of my shirt, and I could feel them hardening. I was losing control. I stopped our session again. I was flustered and out of breath as I rested my head on his collar. "Ok... Ok... Rest time... Fuck, I thought you were joking," I said.

Jesse was relentless. "So, we're just taking a break? I warned you that I was a good kisser," he told me as his hands moved up and down my back under the blanket.

I felt his hands lift my shirt slightly. As his bare hands touched my skin, I nearly lost it. His hands were warm and manly, the way I like a man's hands to be. "You did warn me. I should have listened to you. Fuck... What are we doing, Jesse? This isn't good. We need to stop. Don't you think," I asked as I lifted my head to look at him. Once we looked at each other, Jesse leaned forward and started kissing me again. This time, his hands were working on my back. Again, I didn't protest. I could feel him growing under me. All I could think was how dangerous all of this was. The more he kissed me, the more he grew. The wetter I got. Our crotches were grinding each other. As our tongues were working us both into a frenzy, my hips started rocking back and forth on his lap. I felt his hands brush against my side boob, sending a jolt through me. I broke our kiss and jumped off his lap. "Ok... That's enough. No more fucking around. You have to work in the morning, and I need to go to bed. I'm too drunk for this."

We sat side by side, breathing heavily. However, my breathing was much heavier than his. Jesse broke the silence. "So, are you mad at me? Did I go too far?"

Jesse had no idea what he did. I wasn't mad at him. I wanted him in my bed, but I knew we could never do that. That would be too far. "No... Jesse... I'm not mad at you at all," I told him. I didn't know if I should be honest with him or not. I did not want him to think we could go further than we already did. "We are good. We needed to stop. I didn't want to lead you on that we could go further. You are going to make a woman very lucky. You definitely know what you are doing. I'm drunk and need to go to bed. I don't know if you are drunk, but you need to go to bed, too. Are you ok with that?"

Jesse told me, "Yeah, you are right. It is late, and we probably had too much to drink. I just don't want you upset with me, that's all. I enjoyed it, though."

I gave a slight laugh at his comment. We both stood up and were standing in front of each other. I was worked up. It was taking everything I had not to invite him into bed. "I'm not upset with you, Jesse. We just made out. We were drinking and got carried away. I love you. That is never going to change," I told him as I wrapped my arms around him. While hugging him, all I could think about was how good it felt to have our arms wrapped around each other. My head rested on his chest, and I had never felt this comfortable with a man. I do not get emotional with men. I do not trust them, so what I was feeling was new to me. I looked up at my brother, and he again lowered his lips to mine. I willingly parted my lips to welcome his tongue. This time, he kissed me slowly. This was the kiss that I heard other women describe as the moment they knew. I can't explain how I felt, but I will never forget this kiss, I thought. That thought frightened me. I have avoided emotions my whole life, and this was not the person who should be making me feel them, I thought. I was struggling to keep Jesse from coming to bed with me before this kiss; now, I felt like I was on the brink of losing my internal battle. I broke away from our embrace. I told my brother, "Ok... Yeah... Ok... enough, for tonight... Go to bed... Um... yeah... I'm going to bed... Wake me up when you are ready... yeah... wake me up when... y... y... you're ready... um... for work." I couldn't believe I was acting like a smitten schoolgirl with him.

I hurried into my room to get away from him. I didn't even wait for him to say anything; I just took off. I was so out of it I didn't even close my bedroom door as I took my sweatpants off, followed by my drenched panties. If my brother wanted, he could see me. I wondered if he was sneaking a peak at me as I got into bed. I knew I wasn't going to be able to use my vibrator tonight, but I needed relief in the worst way. I slipped a finger into my wet slit, rubbed my clit with another finger, and imagined Jesse having his way with me. I was going to cum sooner than I usually would when I heard my brother ask, "You ok in there?"

I froze for a brief second. It must have been my breathing, he heard because I was biting on my lip to keep from moaning. This was the shitty part of living in a rural area. There was no noise; the silence was unnerving at times. I struggled to speak, "Yeah... All good... Please go to sleep," I said as my voice went through different decimals. I put the corner of my blanket in my mouth and bit down on it as my orgasm flooded my pussy. My bed was squeaking from my body, thrashing on it. At that moment, I didn't care if he knew what I was doing. He did this to me. He drove me over the caring cliff. My only regret was I wish he knew that he was the reason I didn't care. I wondered if he contemplated coming into my room. If he did, would I have stopped? Would I have invited him into my bed? These were my thoughts as I dozed off into dreamland.

The next thing I remember is Jesse waking me up. "Britt, c'mon. I need to get to work. You know how much of a bitch the manager is," he told me while laughing.

I was lying face down when he woke me. I quickly realized that my bum was not covered. My shirt had risen, and I had no blankets on me. "Fuck. I'm so hungover," I said without acknowledging my exposed body. "Give me a minute, and I'll be right out." I watched my brother stared at my ass as he walked out of my room. He sat in the chair that gave him a perfect view of my bedroom. I was groggy, but I knew he was hoping to get another look at my body. I got out of bed and put my sweatpants on as he stared into my room. Unfortunately for him, my shirt now covered the lower half of my body. I don't think he got what he was hoping for. I walked into the living room while jokingly saying, "C'mon before you're late, and I have to write you up."

Our ride was quick and filled with mostly small talk. The only thing that came up was Jesse asking me what I was doing tonight. I told him I was hungover and probably staying in. He asked me if I wanted him and Ben to come and hang out. That was an easy question to answer, "Of course. I love you guys." Then he asked me if he could sleep over again. I knew he was feeling me out. He was nervous about last night and what we did. What he didn't know was I wouldn't have changed anything from last night. I had no regrets. I was afraid but had no regrets. I didn't like how he made me feel. I like not having feelings, but he had me catching feelings. "Of course, you can sleep over. I thought I told you that you didn't need to ask. I love you, Jesse. Nothing has changed. You are my brother, and I love you," I told him. I was happy that he was going to be staying over. I had no plans of doing anything with him. I felt like we shouldn't play with fire. But I wanted him there with me.

When I got home, I got right back into bed and pulled my vibrator from my nightstand. As it touched my clit, I again daydreamed of Jesse using me. I couldn't get the thought of him out of my head. I couldn't believe how infatuated I was with him as the thought of him ravishing me brought me to orgasm. I no longer needed to keep my moaning quiet as I screamed out, "FUCK! JESSE! I'M CUMMING!" This was the second time I was able to cum quickly. Again, I thought to myself, 'What the fuck have you done to me, Jesse,' as I started to doze off to sleep.

I woke up at noon. The only thing I had to do today was go to the grocery store, so I made some lunch before showering. I texted Jesse and Ben, "Hey, I'm getting groceries. Do you guys want me to grab you anything for tonight?" Ben sent a sarcastic text telling me to get food.

Jesse jumped off the group text and sent a direct message to me. "If you want me to make you a slush again, can you grab a watermelon? Unless you don't want it. I get it if you want to stay away from drinking together."

I thought this was my brother testing me. He was feeling me out. He and I hinted that last night happened because we were drinking, which was a contributing factor, but it wasn't the only one. Like all guys, he didn't understand women. It was that last kiss that changed everything. I would have happily had him in bed if he weren't my brother. Shit, I would have been looking at my phone all day, waiting for him to text me if he weren't my brother. I knew we couldn't do any of that, and it frustrated me because I wanted him. Knowing I couldn't have him or do what we had already done again hurt me mentally, physically, and most importantly, it hurt me emotionally. All these feelings were new to me. I texted him, "We are fine, Jesse. I'll grab watermelon. Don't overthink everything. We are good. Nothing has changed. Ok? We did something stupid and got it out of our system. Now we can go back to being brother and sister. Right?"

I was hoping he would tell me I was wrong and that he didn't want to go back to just being brother and sister. I couldn't believe how mushy I felt as I waited for his response. I have always made fun of women who acted like this over men. I was now acting like one of those women about a guy I could not have. His reply came in, and I was terrified to read it. What if he regretted last night, I thought? I found the courage to read his text. "It was stupid, but it was hot as fuck. We're always going to be brother and sister. I have no regrets about last night. Don't you agree," he asked.

All my nerves calmed down. He liked what happened. I asked, "So, you don't regret it?"

His response was instant, "Nope. No regrets. It was fun and hot. You seemed to enjoy it. Unless I'm wrong."

I appreciated that he thought it was hot, but I was looking for more. I wanted him to address how he felt emotionally. What the fuck am I turning into? I never cared what emotions a guy had towards me. I needed to keep my emotions to myself. I texted, "No, you are NOT wrong. I'm going shopping, see you later." I needed to end this conversation. I was way too emotional, which was new to me and something I was not used to being. I wanted to go back to my scrappy; I don't give a fuck self again.

For the rest of the day, my emotions consumed my thoughts. How did a kiss change me? I told myself, I could resist doing that again. We need to stay away from doing that again. I could keep us in check. I'm the one who was responsible for holding things together for my brothers. I needed to go back to being that person. I'm tough, I tried to convince myself. I can hold everything together. I got this, I thought.

I texted my brothers, "Hey, I ordered Chinese food for us and paid for it. Do you mind picking it up? The order in Jesse's name."

Jesse's response came across the group text. "Ben, can you bring some clothes, so I can take a shower at Britt's? I smell and work was busy."

Ben responded, "Do you want me to bring you some shorts or sweatpants? I'm guessing you are sleeping over."

I was reading texts as they came through. This text caught my attention, and I couldn't wait for Jesse's response. Was he going to stay? I battled whether this was a good idea or not. Then I told myself, 'You're the strong one, Britt. You can control your urges.' Jesse's response came through, "I was planning on it, but it's up to you, Britt. Can I stay over again?"

You prick, I thought. "Yeah, that works for me. You both know you don't have to ask. Ben, are you staying too?" Ben told us he was going to go home so our mother wasn't alone.

Jesse texted me, "You are a chickenshit. Lol. Afraid to be alone with me?" Jesse wasn't wrong; being alone with him made me nervous. I texted him with a smiley face emoji with its tongue sticking out. He quickly commented sarcastically, "So, you miss my tongue, I see."

I texted back, "I don't miss your tongue," I lied. "And you don't scare me. Again, we did something stupid. We need to move on." I was trying to protect us both, I convinced myself. It's not like we could date or anything like that. What the fuck was he thinking was going to happen?

My brothers arrived at seven. Fortunately, none of us had to work on Sunday, so we could stay up as late as we wanted and sleep late tomorrow. We ate at the kitchen table while Ben and I listened to Jesse tell us what a miserable day at work he had. He joked about his bitch boss expecting perfection and threatening to write him up. We all laughed at his dig towards me. Then Ben joked, "Well, at least your boss is hot. Mine looks haggard."

Jesse was not one to leave a comment like that alone. "True, she is hot. Maybe I should let her discipline me. What do you think, Ben?"

I quickly jumped into the conversation, "Hey, dickheads. Fantasize about your sister on your own time. Pervs. Plus, neither of you could handle me."

We all laughed as I watched them checking me out. Again, it was the first time I had looked at them as men. They were trouble, I thought to myself. Ben was the first to respond, "Oh, trust me. We could handle you. You have no idea. You couldn't handle us, especially together."

Then Jesse jumped in, "We're not little kids anymore, Britt. You have no idea about us. For all the time we share together, you have no idea what we are like when we're not around you. I'm just saying."

They were right. I knew a little about their escapades with women, but I never wanted to think of them being sexual with women. The thought of it has always grossed me out until now. Now, I was curious. Instead of focusing on Jesse only, I now started to think about Ben, too. What fuck, Britt, I thought. I felt disgusted by my thoughts. "Well, thank you for sparing me details of the women you have both been with. I'd rather not hear or think about it. I'm sure you both do well. You are good looking guys, so I'm not surprised. By the way, Jesse, I think I'm ready for a slush," I said as I got up from the table, grabbing their plates. I saw them checking me out again, so I added with a giggle, "Maybe you both should call some of those women instead of staring at your sister's fat ass."

Ben told me, "Your ass isn't fat. You have a nice ass. We look at it all the time."

I shut the conversation down before Jesse could jump in on Ben's comment. I could feel myself blushing from their comments, and I didn't want to encourage them to keep going. "Ok, ok, guys. That's enough of this talk for tonight. Let's be respectful." I wanted them to keep talking about me because I wanted more information. More importantly, I was flattered by their infatuation with me. I had built my life around protecting them and taking care of them. They are the two people in this world I love most, but my brain was going in the wrong direction. Then, it dawned on me: I didn't want to hear about their conquests because it made me jealous. Ew, gross, I thought.

Jesse went into the bathroom to shower, and I told Ben, "I'm going to change into my sweats. I'll be back out in a few minutes." I wasn't in the habit of closing my bedroom door, so I didn't think about it until I stripped down to my panties and bra. As I unclipped my bra, I turned towards my bedroom doorway and saw Ben sitting in the chair, looking directly at me. He saw me topless in my panties. I played it off like I hadn't noticed him as I grabbed my sweatpants from the bed. I took my panties off, pulled my sweatpants up, and then put my raggedy T-shirt on. I couldn't believe I just gave my nineteen year old brother a quick show. What the fuck have I turned into?

I grabbed the slush Jesse had made for me from the counter as I made my way to the living room. I sat on the couch and covered myself with a blanket. I asked, "Why are you so quiet, Ben? Are you ok?" I assumed he felt guilty for watching me get changed. I made no reference to him watching me. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel bad. It was my fault he was able to see me, and I knowingly did it.

"No, Britt. I'm good, just tired. I can't wait until I'm twenty-one so I can have a drink with you guys. Sometimes I feel left out, that's all," he said with a puppy dog look on his face.

"You shouldn't feel left out. We are the three amigos, aren't we?" When they were younger, and there was chaos at home, I would tell them that all that mattered was the three of us. We would call ourselves the three amigos. I continued, "You'll be twenty-one in a year and a half. Then, we'll get you drunk and have a blast. Just the three of us. Ok?"

Ben gave me a big smile, "You both better do that for me. Yes, we will always be the three amigos," he said as Jesse joined us in the living room.

Jesse said, "Maybe we will let you have a drink when you decide to stop worrying about Mom and start worrying about yourself. You know, when you don't have to drive fifty miles to make sure she is ok."

I chimed in, "Yeah, we could do that too. But no one can know about it. Just not this week because you already told her you were going home. We don't need her blowing our phones up looking for you." I had always been against them drinking before being legally able to. I have changed in the last twenty-four hours. Instead of being the strict, overly protective sister who had difficulty looking at them as men, I was now looking at them as adult men; good looking adult men who had crushes on me. I blame Jesse for changing me. I sat next to him, thinking about him trying to kiss me again. Was he ballsy enough to try that again, I thought as I drank the slush? What would I do if he tried? I went back and forth in my head, thinking I'd stop him, and then had thoughts of, I hope he does. I was driving myself crazy with these thoughts.

We played cards for a while, then we put the TV on as it got later. Once the TV was on, the three of us sat on the couch together because of the angle. Here I was, sitting in the middle of my two brothers as I drank more slush than I should have. I rotated my head from one shoulder to the other. I loved times like these with them. I seemed to be squishing Ben's arm, so I grabbed his hand. We intertwined our fingers, and I innocently brought it under the covers and rested our hands on my lap. After a while, our hands were sweating, so we let them go. His hand stayed under the blanket resting on my thigh. Sure, I was feeling the effects of the slush, but I didn't find it unusual for his hand to be on my thigh. I mean, I had sweatpants on. Then I felt his fingers moving slightly. Originally, I ignored it. Then I felt his hand move higher. His fingers were close to my private area. One finger moved slowly in the crease of where my thigh, and my vulva met. He wasn't touching my private, but he was close. I lifted my head to look at him. When our eyes made contact, he smiled and said nothing. I smiled back and put my head back on his shoulder. I couldn't believe he was doing this. More importantly, I couldn't believe I was allowing it. I convinced myself that if he tried more than that, I'd say something. All I could do was think about how all of this happening and why the fuck was I ok with it?

A few minutes later, Jesse asked me if I wanted a refill. I knew I was at my alcohol limit, but I told him I wanted the refill. Once he got up, I parted my legs slightly to see what Ben would do. I was shocked when he moved his hand between my legs and placed it over my covered pussy. I quickly moved it and mouthed, "Stop it." He stopped and gave me a nervous smile. I smiled back at him and mouthed, "You are bad. I'm not like that."

Ben whispered, "I know. Sorry."

It was my fault. I'm the one who put his hand on my lap, I thought. I mouthed, "It's ok. It was my fault. But we have to stop. Ok?" Ben shook his head in agreement as Jesse came back with a drink for me but none for him. "Done drinking, lightweight," I teased him.

"Yeah. It's almost one in the morning, and I worked all day. I'm tired and going to bed once this movie is over, Lush."

Ben said, "Yeah, I'm going to head home once it's over."

I knew the movie only had about fifteen minutes left, so I started gulping the slush. This one tasted like Jesse put the whole bottle of vodka in it. I was already buzzed, but I knew this drink was going to send me over the edge. Once the movie ended, Ben got up, and I hugged him goodbye, almost tripping over my feet as I got up. The drink had done what I thought it would do: sent me into oblivion. My brothers laughed at my intoxication, telling me I couldn't handle my alcohol as I sat back down on the couch. Jesse walked Ben to the door and reminded him to text us when he made it home.

Jesse turned the TV off and sat on the couch with me in the darkness. I put my head on his shoulder, which was normal for us. We sat there for a few minutes before Jesse asked me, "Want me to help you to bed? You looked a little legless trying to stand up."

I wondered if he had more planned than just helping me. Was he going to try to get in bed with me, I thought. What would I do if he did? My brain was going crazy. "Is that what you want to do? Help me," I asked as I giggled.

Jesse didn't respond to my questions. Not only did he not respond, but he also had a serious look on his face, which led me to believe he had no intention of trying anything immoral with me. The logical part of me was glad he had no intentions. I didn't know if I would be able to resist him tonight. I was already wet from what Ben had attempted to do, and all I thought about all day was our kissing from last night. The emotional side of my brain was disappointed at the thought of him just helping me.

Jesse helped me up and walked me to my bed. He sat me on the side of the bed before sitting next to me. Again, I rested my head on his shoulder as we sat silently in the dark with his arm around my shoulder. I wondered what he was thinking when I lifted my head to tell him he should go to bed, but before I could speak the words, he kissed me. Like our last kiss, this one was slow and soft. I didn't resist it. His lips and tongue melted me. All my hard exterior was shattered by his kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our bodies slid onto the mattress. We were awkwardly lying next to each other, kissing passionately. Jesse broke from me and said, "Do you want to move to the top of the bed? This angle is uncomfortable."

I knew what was going to happen for the rest of the night was going to be dictated by my answer. If I said yes, I knew things were going to progress to things there was no coming back from. If I said no, it would allow us time to think if we should be doing this at all. Either way, he put it on me to make the decision. My eyes had adjusted, and I could make out his face in the darkness. As I stared at him, all I could think about was how much I loved him. I had given him and Ben everything their whole lives. Was I willing to give him this? Would I lose him if I did or did not give him the most private parts of myself? These were the thoughts rushing through my head. We were staring into each other's eyes when I asked, "Is that what you want me to do, Jesse? What if it ruins us? I'm scared."

I didn't realize how much game my brother had. He told me, "It won't ruin us. We'll be closer. I want it, but not if you don't."

Even though I knew this would not make us closer, I appreciated the effort he put into that line. I told him, "OK, let's get more comfortable and move to the top of the bed."

I shimmied up the bed as my brother followed me. We were both fully clothed as he got between my legs and rested his body on mine. Our lips met again as our tongues met, I wrapped my arms around his neck. We picked up where we had left off. The more we kissed, the more animalistic it got. Our breathing was loud as Jesse's hands started to roam. I reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. I bit into his shoulder as his dick ground on my covered slit. He asked, "Can I take your shirt off?"

I know why he asked, but I wasn't looking for him to ask for permission on everything. By this point, I had come to grips with what was going to happen. I don't like men begging or asking what they can and can't do. We were obviously heading to the point of no return. In a husky voice, I told him, "Do whatever you think I'm ok with. I will tell you if we should stop. I want you to be the strong, powerful man you think you are." I have always been a strong, controlling woman, and that's how everyone viewed me. I have always needed to be that way in my personal and professional life. What people didn't know about me was when in the bedroom, I didn't want any control. I wanted a man to be a man and treat me like a vulnerable woman. If I was going to take this risk with my brother, I wanted it to be perfect. I practically raised them and wanted them to be the men I raised them to be.

Well, after telling Jesse to do whatever he thought I would be ok with, he knelt between my legs. He didn't say anything. He was looking down at me. I had no idea what he was thinking as I laid there staring up at him. My body was fidgety from being worked up. My brain was foggy from the alcohol. It was only a minute or two since he knelt, but it felt like hours. He asked, "Do whatever I want," with a grin.

He was being coy with me. I smiled back at him, "Yeah... I dare you to do whatever you are thinking," I challenged him. I was not prepared, nor could I have predicted what he did next. His hands gripped the collar of my raggedy shirt. With the ease of tearing a piece of paper, my brother shredded my shirt, tearing it from my body. I yelped, "Fuck," as the material was torn from my body. I gripped my brother's bare thighs. No one had ever treated me like this, let alone ripped anything from me. I was already wet, but my pussy felt like a geyser at this point.

I attempted to raise my upper body to kiss him, and Jesse pushed me back down. He told me, "I'm the boss now."

I was going out of my mind. I would never have guessed Jesse would be like this. Knowing what we had been doing for the past two days was wrong; it no longer mattered. I teased him, "Are you saying I have no control over anything?"

Jesse lowered his mouth to my bare boobs. He lightly bit a nipple before sucking it to hardness. He looked up at me with a dead serious look, "No. I'm in control for once."

If I hadn't known him, his look and the way he spoke to me with conviction would have scared me. Luckily for him and me, I liked how this was all going. I whimpered for the first time in my life, "Ok... I'll do whatever you want."

Jesse boldly told me, "You don't have a choice." Then, his lips attacked my nipples while I squirmed under him.

Jesse was working me slowly. He moved from one part of my body to another, taking his time and making sure to tease me. When his mouth reached my waistband, his hands gripped my sweats, and he started pulling them down. When he realized I had no panties on, he looked up at me again and said, "No panties? This is what you wanted. You wanted to make it easy for me to take it all from you?"

That was not the reason I didn't have panties on, but I went with it. "Yes," I hissed, "Are you going to take it from me?"

Jesse aggressively yanked my sweats off. If vulnerable is what I wanted to be, mission accomplished because there was nothing I could do to stop what was about to happen. Jesse dragged his tongue the length of my slit. When he did this, my body twitched, and my orgasm hit me. I was moaning as I came, "F... F... Fuck... I... I'm... C... Cumming... Fuck... Jesse," I moaned. Once again, Jesse knelt between my legs. He was fingering me as my juices flooded my pussy. He was watching me writhe beneath him. I couldn't take it; I wanted him inside of me more than I wanted anything in my entire life. I begged, "G... Go... Ahead... T... Take it from... MMMM... Me... Take it."

Jesse pushed his dick through my pussy's entrance with force. I was surprised at how big he was. He filled me to my capacity. I let out guttural moans as he pulled back and slammed back into me. He said, "You wanted me to take your pussy, didn't you, Sis," as he slammed into me repeatedly. Jesse was the first man I allowed to fuck me without a condom, and even though I was on birth control, I hoped he wouldn't cum inside of me.

Calling me Sis has always been a thing with my brothers. In this instance, Jesse was letting me know he controlled me. "Yes... Take it... You can have it, little brother... It's all yours... Is this what you wanted from your sister," I moaned as he slammed into me after every word I spoke.

I was quickly finding out my brother was all man in bed. He was relentless with me. He told me, "This is my pussy now. I can take it whenever I want," he said as he slammed deep into my pussy.

His hard pounding and what he was saying as he did it had my body thrashing. I screamed, "YES! YOU CAN TAKE! IT'S YOURS, JESSE! FUCK ME... PLEASE TAKE IT!" In the moment, I meant what I screamed. I would have agreed to anything to have him fuck me the way he was. This was the experience I had always wanted from a man. It took fucking my brother to find it. I could feel another orgasm building as my brother pulled out and turned me over. I immediately got on my hands and knees for him. He shoved his dick into me; he grabbed a hand full of my hair. As soon as he pulled my hair and slammed back into my pussy I came again. I attempted to talk, but all I could say was, "Oh my fucking God! You are fucking me, Jesse... I'm fucking cumming... Fuck, Jesse... What are you doing to me!"

My legs were shaking as Jesse let go of my hair and pulled out of me. He turned me onto my back and knelt between my legs. He jerked himself as his cum shot onto my tits and stomach.

I used my ripped up shirt to wipe myself as we laid side by side looking at each other. Jesse asked me, "Did you like that?"

I was coming back to reality and couldn't believe what we had just done. Once again, I became emotional, which was unlike me. I held my shit together. Again, I refused to be a clingy woman. I knew I needed to be careful with my words. "That was fucking amazing," I told him. So much for being careful, I thought.

Jesse asked, "So, I can take it whenever I want, Sis?"

Jesse was letting me know he was still in charge. I wanted to see what I meant to him without coming across as needy. "Depends. Am I the only one you are going to have sex with?"

"Is that what you want? For us to agree that we won't fuck anyone else," he answered me with a question.

Again, I knew I had to be careful, but for the first time in my life, I couldn't control my feelings. "Yes... That is what I want. I want us to promise each other that we won't have sex with anyone else, and then I'll answer your question. Can you make that promise?"

Jesse giggled at me. I wasn't sure why he found what I said funny. I think it was the first time he had seen me show any weakness. "Yeah, I can make that promise. Now answer my question, Sis."

I told him, "Then you can take it whenever you want. It's all yours." I can't believe I just negotiated sex terms with my brother.