Ever the More at Ease

Jill's heart was pounding out of her chest while she peeled open the envelope. It was light, and that didn't seem like a good thing. This was supposed to be her acceptance letter to university, but it felt like a single sheet inside, and she imagined an acceptance would have more to say.

Her heart seemed to stop when she saw the words, and the look on her face gave it away. Her older brothers snickered from across the table, and her mother let out a sigh of disdain, while her father remained solemn and silent next to her.

Jill didn't want to go to trade school; she wanted to study math and chemistry at a school that would make people say, "Oh wow! You graduated from there?" But she had already been accepted for the Pharmacy Assistant Program at trade school earlier that week and promised her parents she would otherwise pursue that.

Jill's eyes started to well up, and when she dropped her head, her mother said, "Boys, why don't you go out for a bit?. Gary, can you take them out for snacks? We can watch a movie later."

As soon as they heard the front door slam closed, Jill started bawling. Kelly floated over to her and clutched Jill's head to her bosom. "I'm sorry, dear." She said, slowly stroking her hair. "I know you had your heart set on university." She sighed again and rested her head on top of Jill's while she sobbed.

"Everyone thinks I'm stupid! I AM stupid! If I hadn't had to repeat History and Geography, I would have been out of high school last year with my friends and living in a dorm being crazy." Jill stopped sobbing so hard and gave a loud sniffle. "Instead I spent my eighteenth with my family and doing homework."

"Hey now!" Kelly was suddenly incensed. "Your family loves you and is endlessly supportive, even though your brothers may not always seem that way."

Jill pulled away from her mother's chest and sniffled again. There were a couple smudges of mascara among two wet spots on Kelly's flannel shirt from where her face had pressed against it. "Sorry, Mom," Jill said as she gestured to her chest.

"Don't worry about it, love. That's why people do laundry."

Jill chuckled with a hiccup and a sniff. Her hair falling over her shoulders was scattered from the static in her mother's shirt, she could feel the makeup running down her cheeks, and she needed to blow her nose.

"Why don't you go take a quick shower before the guys get back?. I'll make us up some sangrias, and we can try to just feel good in the moment tonight, yeah?"

"Okay, thanks, Mom."

Jill pulled herself to her feet and pouted a little as she made her way upstairs. Knowing her father and brothers were out, she peeled her cardigan over her head in the hallway on the second floor and went straight to the shower in the washroom.

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"You boys should be more sensitive to your Jill's struggles. You know well enough she punches above her weight class." Gary was lecturing his sons as he drove them to the grocery store. "She's bright, but not brilliant, you know?"

"Yeah..." Billy agreed with his father despite modest trepidation.

"Whatever. She thinks she's better than us? Now she'll see us at school, and we'll just walk right on by." David vented angrily and a little too loud for the small space in the car. "When Billy and I finish studyin' and start apprenticeships, she'll be in our dust and cryin' again. She'll probably flunk outta the program too!"

"Big talk from a twenty-one-year-old that still lives with his parents," Gary chided his son.

"Whatever." David grunted and turned his attention out the window.

David and Billy were Irish twins: two boys born just 11 months apart and in the same year. They dressed alike, styled their hair the same, and did a lot of the same activities in their spare time, yet Billy grew to be nearly thirty centimeters taller than his younger brother, and his shoulders were much broader.

David always had a bit of a chip on his shoulder due to his literal shortcomings compared to his brother. He often became abrasive and would hurl insults at others to make himself feel big.

Billy was a quiet giant. At one hundred and ninety-four centimeters, he would tower over his peers but was always quieted by his brother's rantings when they were together. Another reason Billy kept his thoughts to himself was because he had always been a little 'slow.' Talented with his hands but clumsy with his words and often inappropriate despite good intentions.

Despite their differences, the two boys became young men that styled their short blonde hair with gel, hit the gym four times a week, and both planned to be carpenters.

"Maybe we should do something nice for Jill." Billy said softly.

Completely disregarding his brother's comment, David spoke to his father from the passenger seat, "I don't know why you sound so candid about this. We're almost outta the house, and now you have to deal with Jill for another three years. I bet you couldn't wait to have the house to just you and Mom."

"Thirty-two weeks." Gary corrected his son as he turned into the parking lot.

"Yeah, but you know she'll fuck it up."

"Have a little faith in her, son." Gary pulled up close to the grocery store at the mall. It was dark, and already after eight, the stores were getting ready to close. The three of them got out of the car and had a quick stretch. "Yes, your mother and I were excited to live our new lives without brats around, but we don't mind wearing pants a bit longer until you're all ready to leave."

"Jesus Christ, Dad." David face-palmed himself at the thought of his parents lounging around in their underwear.

"Yeah, well, when you move in with a girlf..." Gary was suddenly cut off by Billy.

"Dad, can I borrow your credit card? I was thinking I could go buy something for Jill to make her feel better." Billy said with a goofy smile and pointed toward the mall entrance across the parking lot.

"Okay, and how am I going to pay for the groceries, Billy?"

Billy was confounded. He hadn't thought this one through. He just looked down at the ground and let out a long, "Ummmmmmm..."

Gary sighed and pulled out his wallet. "Okay, Billy, here you go." He said as he passed his son the little plastic card. "I have some cash and wasn't going to get much anyway."

Billy took the card and beamed as he--without a word--turned and ran full-tilt to the mall entrance.

"He's my brother, and he's a dumbass, but I love him. Just gotta keep telling myself that." David said, not necessarily speaking to his father, but more like repeating a mantra.

"He's got good intentions." Gary rolled his eyes, then turned to David and grinned. "Do you have any cash?"

"Fucking hell..." David said as he reached for his wallet.

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Back at the house, Jill and Kelly were sitting at the kitchen table again. Jill was wrapped up in a bathrobe, brushing her damp hair between sips at her glass of sangria. Kelly was reclined against the back of her chair, still wearing the same messy flannel shirt with black stains on the chest. The two ladies had emptied the last of the pitcher into their two glasses and were starting to feel giddy.

"Where are those guys with those snacks already?" Kelly announced louder than intended.

"Right?!" Jill exaggerated her displeasure and lunged forward, shaking the table and causing the drinks to slosh around.

The two ladies cackled like twins, throwing their heads back. Jill's long, bicep-length hair draped behind her, while Kelly's short, neck-length hair bounced stiffly back into place when they straightened out. The two ladies were very similar in build, almost the same height (around 154 centimeters), and each with slender builds. Neither of them spent time at the gym like David and Billy but maintained their figures with active lifestyles and low-calorie diets.

Jill placed her hand around her glass and slowly stroked the length of it while her expression saddened again. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Ohhh, for what, honey? You have nothing to be sorry for." Kelly was feeling concerned for her daughter.

"I'm sorry to put this on you. Just because I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up so much for this. If I had just kept my expectations in check, this week would have been one of celebration."

"Don't be stupid, Jill." Kelly mocked her daughter with crossed eyes and a stuck-out tongue, causing her to stifle a laugh. "Every moment with you since the day you were birthed from me is a celebration! Cheers!"

The two ladies grabbed their drinks, clinked them together, and took a big swig.

Jill wiped her lips with her sleeve, and it left a small red stain on the white robe. "Whoops! More laundry. Sorry again. And..." Jill's voice trailed off.

"And what?" Kelly inquired.

"And I'm sorry to burden you and Dad. If I were going to university, I would be gone in the fall. But, and I know I haven't even asked yet. But is it okay if I stay here while I do the Pharmacy Assistant Program?"

"We would have it no other way, young lady." Kelly said sternly but with love.

"You can speak for Dad? I mean, he won't be annoyed?"

"Well, first of all, your brothers are both still here until November. So we weren't planning on having an empty nest right away anyway. We were going to leave your rooms as they are in case you needed to return." Kelly took another swig of her sangria, and it caused her to shiver. "Your father will be disappointed he has to wear pants for a while longer, but you're worth it."

Both women laughed at Kelly's remark and took another drink from each of their glasses, both of them starting to get down to the ice.

"Does Dad walk around in his underwear when we're not home?" Jill asked, then took the last gulp of her drink and captured an ice cube in her mouth to roll around with her tongue.

"Yeah, but he's too scared to do it if you're just out for the night." Kelly took the last swig of her drink before continuing. "Remember that weekend when the boys went away for their hockey tournament and you spent the weekend at Cindy's?"

Jill nodded, then picked out a slice of orange from her glass to eat. Sangria dripped all across her sleeve as she tilted her head back and tried to catch the juice in her mouth.

"The second you cleared the driveway, I turned around from the front window, and there he was, stripped down to only the newspaper as he sat right where you're sitting now!" Kelly was near yelling and pointing, which caused Jill to drop the orange slice down the front of her robe and scream.

"Oh, shit!" Jill jumped to her feet and went across the kitchen to grab a paper towel. She turned the faucet on and dampened the sheet as her mother cackled madly behind her. "Well, if you look now, you're gonna see someone else in their underwear."

Jill opened the tie on her robe and flashed her mother in the kitchen, which only caused her to laugh even harder. She reached with her thumb and index finger into the right, B-sized cup of her bra and pulled out a mangled slice of sticky orange, then tossed it in the sink. Jill then took the damp paper towel and wiped her collar and cleavage clean of the sticky red fluid and reached into her cup to do the same.

"Oooohh," Jill shivered. "That's cold."

Just then the front door opened as Billy, David, and Gary returned from their excursion. The two ladies shot panicked looks at each other, and Jill quickly tossed the paper towel in the sink with the orange slice and hurried to tie her robe back up.

David was the first to enter the kitchen from the hallway and saw the two women flushed and stiff as boards. Kelly was sitting next to two glasses full of sangria dregs and a pitcher of the same, while Jill stood conspicuously with her arms crossed in the middle of the kitchen.

"What the hell is going on in here?" David asked with confused suspicion.

"Mind your language, young man!" Kelly scolded David but was unable to hold her composure and started laughing again.

Gary walked in next and dropped a couple of heavy grocery bags on the kitchen table. He grunted and needed to sit, as his forty-eight-year-old body was not what it used to be. "You could have taken a bag, David." He said as he sat next to Kelly and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Looking at the evidence, Gary put it together but asked anyway, "Are you both hammered?"

"What do you think, big guy?" Kelly said to her husband with a wink.

"I think my lightweight wife and daughter split a pitcher of sangria that smells like a chemical spill at a fruit stand." Gary's words sounded judgmental, but really he was jealous.

Billy came into the kitchen last and placed a third bag of soda bottles on the table with ease while he held a package tied with a ribbon about the size of a cereal box in his other hand. "Hi," he said.

"Hello, love. What did you guys get from the grocery store?" Kelly inquired.

"Just some pop and chips for whatever it is we watch tonight." David answered for the group.

"I was going to pick up some meat for the next few days, but this one took off with my credit card." Gary grumbled and pointed at Billy. "He wanted to get something for Jill."

"For me?" Jill beamed. She loved to get gifts, and her brother Billy was such a sweetheart she knew it would be special.

"Umm, yeah." Billy shoved past David and held up the black gift box adorned with a red silk ribbon. "I'm sorry I laughed earlier. I don't want you to feel sad. I just do what Davy does sometimes 'cause it's easier."

"Oh, Billy. You're too sweet." Jill uncrossed her arms and casually tightened the hastily tied knot on her robe before reaching out and taking the small package.

"Wow, you're a mess, Jill." David remarked when he saw the red stains all over the sleeves and collar of her robe.

Jill stuck her tongue out at David, then turned her attention back to the box. The ribbon was a simple adornment and didn't actually wrap around the box; a small, easily removed piece of tape held the cover on it, and Jill got into it quickly. She turned the box sideways and pulled the top off, where there was a piece of parchment paper folded over something inside.

Jill's expression turned to shock when she realized what this was before moving the parchment. She looked around the room where she was surrounded by her brothers, father, and drunken mother, who was clearly holding back more excited laughter as she recognized the packaging. Jill looked into Billy's blue eyes, full of innocence, and she decided to just remove the paper and show everyone.

Jill pulled the parchment away and lifted up a brassiere. The side seam, back, and underband were white and sheer with a very faint floral pattern. The cups were opaque, the under cup being white and the upper cup pink with a lilac petal floral pattern that matched the wings. The straps were spaghetti-thin and pink to match the upper cups, and a small red ribbon sat between them. The tag read 38C.

"Billy..." Jill looked up into his puppy-dog eyes again. He seemed so proud of himself. She looked over to her parents. Her father was too dumbfounded to say anything, and her mother was actually biting her finger trying not to laugh and embarrass Billy. David was very busy face-palming with both of his hands.

"Look underneath, Jill. There's matching panties." Billy said as he pointed into the box.

Jill lifted the parchment with the same hand she was using to hold the bra and saw a pair of matching panties with white sheer hips, a white opaque crotch, a pink waistband, and a little red bow to match the bra.

"Billy... This is... very..." Jill couldn't find the words.

"Fucking weird." David interjected.

"David. Don't be cruel. This is a very sweet thing you have done for your sister today, Billy." Kelly stood up and walked over to Billy, who looked confused. She put her hand on Billy's shoulder. Secretly she just wanted to get a better look at the underwear.

"Dad said he didn't want to wear pants anymore when we were gone. And I thought that since you're gonna be here when Davy and I leave, you would want some underwear to be in too. And you all can be in your underwear together." Billy was completely serious, and it all made sense in his head.

"He's my brother, and he's a dumbass, but I love him." David said again to nobody in particular.

"Well, thank you, Billy. This is a very thoughtful gift." Jill carefully folded up the bra and put it back in the box, then gave Billy a hug.

"Well, after that, I think I need to get caught up." Gary announced as he stood up. "Boys, let's have a few scotches while the ladies get the TV going, and maybe things won't be so..."

"Weird?" David interjected again, but this time his comment was met with a light punch in the shoulder from Billy.

"Atta boy!" Gary exclaimed. "Now it's a party!"

Jill and Kelly slipped away from the men and stopped in the hall just out of earshot. "I feel all sticky." Jill spoke with disdain. "I think I'll go clean up and get ready for bed; it's getting late, and I have another celebration tomorrow night."

"And what kind of celebration would be so wild that my well-behaved daughter might need to rest up for?"

Jill grinned back at her mother, who was no slouch. Jill had been slowly relaxing over the last few years about how much information she shared about her nightlife. After sneaking out of the house for years, when she was seventeen, Jill started leaving out the front door without a word at any hour of the evening. Sharing any details with her mother about her escapades had been a recent development.

"Corraliday!" Jill smiled and jumped a little bit with excitement.

"Car Rally Day?" Kelly asked, her face twisted in confusion.

"No. Corr-raal-ih-day. Y'know, like horses and cowboys and stuff? It's at Tumbleweed Jack's."

"Oh yes, well. You will want to save your strength for those cowboys. They have those strong legs... and shoulders... and..." Kelly lost herself in thought for a moment.

"Yeah, and those tight jeans." Jill paused, and the two of them stood silent in the hallway for a moment while a loud clamoring from the men in the kitchen went ignored.

Jill cleared her throat; the sound disrupted their individual fantasies and snapped them back to reality. "Oh. Hey, why don't you try this on?" Jill handed her mother the gift box still in her hand. "It will probably fit you better than me."

Kelly took the box from her daughter and watched as she bounded up the stairs and out of sight.

"Jill go to bed?" Gary had come up behind Kelly from the kitchen when Jill had left. Kelly spun around, and Gary grabbed her shoulders in each hand. "We're gonna watch a movie, me an' the boys. You gonna join us?" He swayed a little as he spoke. However many drinks he had in the other room had been enough to make him goofy and unbalanced.

"Geez, Gar'. You're soused."

"Naw, Kel'. I'm happy." Gary leaned in and gave his wife a sloppy kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he noticed the box she held between them. "She lef' you with that?"

"Yeah, she told me I should try it on."

"I think you should too." Gary said, lifting his eyebrows twice and shooting Kelly a smirk. "It looked like it might be a bit big for her anyway. A little more your size." Gary's attention went straight down to his wife's breasts hidden behind her messy flannel shirt. "I can't wait for these adult children of ours to fuck off so I can look at these puppies all day."

"Dad..." David spoke as he had just entered the hall behind Gary. "It's only a few more months. Feel free to just keep it in your pants until then."

"I think you mean I should keep them in my shirt until then." Kelly corrected David getting in on the joke. The two parents shared a laugh while David shimmied around them.

"I don't care if you take your boobs out, Mom." Billy was last to emerge from the kitchen, towering over his father from behind him. "They're just boobs. Girls show me their boobs all the time. I bet yours are nicer than most of theirs."

"Do girls show you their boobs all the time?" Kelly was surprised to hear this kind of honesty from Billy; he was normally quite shy. "And you think mine might be better than MOST of them? Should I take that as a compliment? I'm not sure which part of all that I'm supposed to be most surprised about."

Billy just shrugged at all the questions and followed his brother in shimmying around his parents and moving into the family room adjacent to the hall.

Gary subtly reached up and started fumbling with the buttons at the top of Kelly's shirt.

"What are you doing?" Kelly asked while she looked down to see Gary succeed in popping the top button through the hole, revealing the top inch of her sternum.

"He said he didn't care." Gary mumbled as he reached for the next button-down. Kelly let him undo the next button, which didn't reveal anything more, but the fit began to feel loose on her shoulders.

"The next one is gonna start showing off some of the girls, Gar'."

"The boys can handle a couple o' girls." Gary pulled open the third button down, and the garment pulled open enough to show the inside swell of her C-cup tits and a peek of the baby-blue cups that held them in place.

Kelly swatted Gary's hands away when he reached down to the fourth button. "Okay, buddy. That's enough for now; you can finish the job later. This is going to make David blush."

Gary stared hungrily at his wife's cleavage, nothing he hadn't seen thousands of times before, but tonight all the talk of tits and bras was making him ravenous for them. She suddenly turned away from him and walked into the family room, tightening her butt and wiggling it for Gary's pleasure just before she disappeared from sight. Gary was suddenly aware of his intensifying erection and glanced down to see it begin to press a tent in his slacks.

"C'mon, Dad, it's starting!" Billy yelled from the other room.

Gary relented, threw caution to the wind, and decided to strut across the family room despite his now raging boner.

The family room was the best place in the house for recreation. A home entertainment center with a 76-inch television was the focus, with game systems and a 7.1 speaker surround system. A corner couch and recliner were positioned in front of the television, with amble space to move around it. After so many years a routine had formed, and everyone had their spots when the family gathered in there. Kelly and Gary would usually cuddle on one length of the couch, hogging the corner piece so they could lie down together. Jill would sit next to her parents' heads and David beside her at the other end of the couch, while Billy sat in the recliner. An old brown coffee table was placed in front of the couch where Jill and David often rested their feet.

"Dammit, Dad. First Mom, and now..." David was trying to look anywhere but at either of his parents while they maneuvered into their usual position next to him on the couch.

"Ooo, is that because of me? My big spoon is a big spork tonight." Kelly pretended to be unimpressed as she watched her husband lay down first. He propped his back up against the couch and patted the spot next to him, completely disregarding the prominent tent in his pants.

Kelly placed her palms on the couch and bent forward, giving Gary an eyeful of her dangling tits below her plunging neckline. She slowly slid forward, arching her back slightly, though Gary was never able to see much more than a healthy amount of cleavage. Kelly slid into the spot beside Gary's chest and pulled herself forward where he could drape his arm over her shoulder and she could nuzzle into his collar. She exaggerated the amount of movements she had to make in order to get comfortable, making excuses to subtly feel up her husband. Just as she finally settled into place, she felt the fourth button pull open.

Nobody else had noticed Kelly's shirt was open. It was dark in the room, and the movie was beginning, which was enough to distract the men, but Kelly looked down and saw that with the fourth button undone and the way her shirt had pulled when she was squirming, almost the entire right cup of her bra was exposed. It was modest, a breathable mesh and comfortable fit, nothing risqué. Kelly was surprised that she found herself feeling a little disappointed that no one had noticed. Without much more consideration, she decided to just leave it; it made her giggle when these things made David uncomfortable.

The movie was a low-budget horror that had the men engrossed, but Kelly was getting bored by the end of the first act. She fidgeted against Gary, trying to get more comfortable, which drew his attention to her open shirt. Knowing that if he said anything the boys would hear, Gary instead glanced over at his sons. Both of them were totally oblivious and engaged with the film. He moved his right arm so he could pin her shoulder against him with his armpit. In the process it pulled her shirt open more, exposing her entire bra-covered breast. His cock was returning to full attention and pressed into Kelly's side.

Kelly quietly draped her left elbow down her side, and Gary adjusted so she could make invisible contact with his erection. While Gary lifted his hips up, she began to caress the shaft of his cock through his slacks.

Suddenly a jump scare with a bright flash took David off guard, and he reacted with a jump in his seat. The flash was enough to illuminate his parents just for a moment, and he became aware of the gyrating on the couch and his mother's exposure. He reacted quietly to something for the first time all night and tried to pretend like he hadn't seen anything. He continued to face the television but was focused on the action just beyond Jill's vacant seat on the couch. He tried to focus on his peripheral vision, but in the darkness he couldn't make it out, so he decided to try stealing a glance without turning his head. When his eyes turned, they darted straight to his mother's breast heaving slowly. Further over, he saw his father's face looking directly at him.

Kelly had been a bit too preoccupied to notice David's glance, but Gary was wise to his son and intrigued by his quiet reaction. David was probably blushing in the darkness. Feeling a bit drunk and a lot horny, Gary decided to ratchet things up since his son was happy to sneak peeks. He lifted his shoulder and reached his hand in Kelly's shirt past her breast to her stomach, his arm now resting inside her shirt, lifting her breast prominently into the open.

Kelly looked up at her husband in surprise, then looked at her sons, who--to her--didn't appear to be paying attention. She shot Gary a glance that said, "Are you sure about this?"

Gary didn't answer, not audibly anyway. He reached his left hand up her stomach and under the cup of her bra so he could push it off partially, covering it with his hand and using his fingers to tease her stiffening nipple under it. He pinched and twisted her nipple gently while Kelly began to squirm.

Kelly's pussy was starting to tingle, and she pinched her legs together. She was too distracted to continue trying to stroke Gary and decided to just enjoy the attention he was giving her. She looked to her sons again, and when she believed they were still oblivious, she allowed herself to close her eyes and get lost in the moment.

Gary unabashedly interrupted his groping to outright pull the bra over Kelly's right breast and expose it to the room. He used his right arm to hold it in place as he squeezed and rolled Kelly's breast around in his left hand. He looked over at David, who decided to stop pretending and was now staring openly at his mother's pale tit topped with a stiff pink nipple being rolled around in his father's grip.

Gary pulled her tit up by the nipple and then let it fall back into place, which made Kelly whimper. She heard herself and snapped out of her trance. All eyes were on her and her breast that was splayed out for all to see.

Billy reached over for the remote and paused the movie. "Do you two need a break? You're a little distracting." Billy seemed to care less about the scene on the couch than the one on the television. He reached up to the floor lamp next to him and turned it on to illuminate everyone.

Gary didn't bother to change gears; he just continued to massage Kelly's naked breast in front of their adult sons despite a palpable tension growing in the room.

"You really don't care if my boobs are out, Billy?" Kelly tried to sound like a compassionate mother.

"Naw, Mom. I don't mind. And your one boob is nicer than almost all the other boobs I've seen."

"Really, you think my boob looks nice?" As Kelly asked, Gary moved his hand into her shirt and lifted her bra over her left breast so he could fondle her hidden breast while he continued to prop up the other.

"Yeah, totally. You should try on Jill's bra. I bet it would look really good on you." Billy gestured at the gift box sitting on the coffee table.

Kelly turned her attention to David, who was fidgeting uncomfortably. He was unsure whether he should be looking at his mother like this and looked mostly away since the light came on.

"David, love. Do you want me to try on Jill's bra?" Kelly squeaked when Gary gave her nipple a hard pinch after she asked.

David mumbled something that wasn't loud enough for anyone in the room to hear, then lowered his head, faced away slightly, and nodded his approval.

Kelly pushed herself up, and Gary's hand slid out of her shirt as she pulled away. Her shirt fell evenly across her again, covering her naked breasts, while the bra was folded up uncomfortably across her collar. She reached down and started undoing her shirt from the fifth button down, and even David was now ogling her in anticipation as she undid the final button on her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders.

Kelly now sat with her tits in open view for her adult boys, and she felt sexy. She realized suddenly where she was, what she was doing, and for whom. Her pussy pulsed with excitement as she thought about how slutty she must look. She thrust her chest out for everyone and reached behind her to undo the clasp. After releasing the clasp, Kelly leaned forward and let her bra fall to the floor in front of her while the men ogled her magnificent breasts.

When Kelly reached out for the box on the coffee table, Gary suddenly yelled, "Wait!"

Kelly turned to him, surprised, and asked, "What?"

Gary said nothing but twisted into a position on his back where he could more comfortably watch. The tent in his pants pointed straight up into the air, and the boys were now sporting tents of their own.

Kelly looked at her boys and felt sexy as the center of attention. "What am I waiting for, Gar?"

"Waiting for us to be done admiring you, Kel'."

"It's late. I'm getting tired. This movie sucks! And I don't think moms are supposed to flaunt their tits to their sons so they can get raging hard-ons. I love the attention, but let's not allow this to get too weird."

Kelly reached for the box again and pulled out the bra. It was a sexy piece of lingerie and felt delicate and silky in her hand. In reverse to removing her other bra, Kelly leaned forward and let her naked tits dangle. She gave them a playful shake for her audience and then put her arms through the straps. She pretended to yawn, then stretched her arms high into the air, pulling the cups above her naked tits for a moment before reaching behind her and fastening it.

"Show off," Gary said as he grinned at her.

Kelly was about to respond to his remark when she was suddenly very surprised about the fit. It wasn't snug or loose; it wrapped perfectly around her frame and held her breasts up firm and proud to be admired. The cups were shorter and displayed a lot more flesh than the mom-bra that lay discarded by her feet.

"Yeah. Wow, Mom." David managed to say something, and it almost sounded confident.

"You think my tits look good, honey?" Kelly challenged David, hoping to make him blush, and yet again she was victorious.

Gary lost his patience. He spun himself around on the couch and stood next to Kelly. He stretched with his arms straight up in the air like Kelly had, but this time it was the steel pipe in his pants that was being showcased.

"Time for bed?" Kelly asked her husband.

"Time for bed." Gary said as he held out his hand for his wife. She giggled and stood up, then he wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed her to get her to start walking. "Okay! I'm going!" Kelly scampered toward the staircase with Gary following closely behind.

"Back to the show. No more interruptions." Billy turned the lamp off again and un-paused the movie.

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On the second floor, the two horny adults pawed at each other as they meandered down the hallway. Jill's room was on the right at the top of the stairs, and neither of them bothered to glance in as they moved past the open door. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, and just as they were reaching the door, Jill popped out of the washroom next to the master bedroom.

"Oh!" Jill exclaimed, standing in her cotton pajamas and taken off guard by the visage of her parents fondling each other in front of her. "I see you decided to try on the bra."

It was Kelly's turn to blush, which didn't get any better when Gary--standing behind her--undid the clasp. He reached up and pulled the straps off her shoulders, then pulled the garment away from her entirely. He handed the bra to their daughter and said, "Thanks for the lend. Your brothers and I got a kick out of it. I bet, if you're anything like your mother, you've got some sweet, beautiful titties too." Gary reached around and gave his wife's right breast a rough slap and squeeze. "Let's go, Kel'."

Jill watched as her father dragged her mother into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. She looked down at the bra in her hand and asked the empty hallway, "What the fuck just happened?" As she walked toward her bedroom, sounds of her mother moaning and pouting in ecstasy echoed all through the second floor. It sounded like she was begging for more. Jill felt a twinge of jealousy, though she wasn't certain about what.

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The next day Jill was frantically moving around her bedroom. She had planned to spend the morning working on her costume for the party but slept in. She sat down at her vanity and leaned forward for a better look while she applied her dark espresso lipstick, which she hoped would match her outfit.

Half of the outfit was easy. A pair of tight blue jeans, snakeskin boots, and a white cowgirl hat were each items that Jill believed at one point or another that a girl should have in her closet. It was her first time at a western-themed party, but not her first time dressing up.

The day before, Jill had spent the morning shopping at thrift stores and found a puffy, white tube top to wear under a vest and ended up purchasing two different styles, which lay on the foot of her bed: a classic gilet made of thin leather adorned with tassels along the side seams and a long strip of leather laced through the front to tie it together like a bodice, and a calico faux-fur vest without fastenings, meant to be worn loose.

Outside her bedroom door she heard her parents moving through the hall. They were having a loud conversation with each other as they went about their business in different rooms.

"Don't forget to pack the Pepto! I won't have Jerry throw up in the back of my sedan again!" Kelly's voice sounded agitated at the memory.

"He won't take it! You know how he is!" Gary responded.

Jill got up from her vanity stool to open the door. She leaned out to investigate. Her mother was in her brothers' room across from hers. The soft sound of things landing in other soft things signaled to Jill that Kelly was gathering her brothers' laundry. She yelled into the room where Kelly was around the corner, "Two grown men still getting their mom to do their laundry?"

Kelly popped her head around the corner for just a second to glance at her daughter. "So I take it you don't need any laundry done this time? Maybe a cute little cowgirl outfit needs to be vigorously scrubbed against a washboard in the river? That tube top looks like hand wash only."

"No thanks, Mom. I already scrubbed the thrift store funk out of them yesterday. You could help me with my hair, though. I want it in twisted pigtails like that woman in the Wall Street movie that flashed Leo DiCaprio her cooch."

"What!?" Kelly started laughing. "Who are you talking about?"

"Oh right, you probably know her better as Barbie. I can't remember her name, but her hair is amazing."

"I'm sorry, but we don't have time." Kelly made a loud grunt from around the corner as she hoisted a basket full of dirty clothes. Stinky gym clothes and dirty socks made her cringe when the pile was lifted closer to her face.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Kelly sneered mischievously while she watched her mother come into the hallway. "Your legs tired? Your knees sore?"

Kelly almost dropped the stinky clothes. This was not usually how her adult children would talk to her. Kelly was comfortable with her daughter; they had been in many changerooms together and were not shy around each other, but for Jill to make a joke about her parents having sex was new.

Kelly turned her head away from Jill and looked back from her periphery. "Have you spoken to your brothers today?"

"No. Should I have?" Jill asked, looking puzzled.

"Nope! No reason. I think they went out somewhere." Kelly started to blush, and upon feeling her face warm, she rushed down the stairs away from Jill while she yelled, "Okay, off to do all that laundry! Your father and I are going out tonight; we'll be back tomorrow, and I... To...... dry...

Jill turned back to her bed as she heard her mother's voice fade away. The calico vest and brown gilet lay before her. She grabbed the gilet to try on first and sat down in front of her vanity.

"Kel'?!" Gary shouted from down the hall.

"She went downstairs, Dad!" Jill yelled softly while she pulled her arms through the gilet and let it hang on her shoulders; her puffy tube top held the light gilet away from her skin. Jill turned sideways--left and then right--to visualize her profile. The gilet looked cheap, and for only two dollars it wasn't pretending. "Maybe if I do the girls up tight, they'll pop."

"What was that, hun?" Gary surprised Jill from the hall outside her doorway.

"Oh! No. Nothing, Dad." Jill stopped in her tracks for a moment. She had forgotten to close the door to her room after speaking with her mother. "Just thinking out loud."

"Kel'! Kel'! Kel'!? Gary kept shouting until his yells were met with a response inaudible to Jill.

Jill returned her attention to the mirror and tried to focus on the task at hand. The front of the gilet was already loosely braided through the vest. Jill took a deep breath and thrust her chest out, then proceeded to tighten the strings across her breasts. It was immediately working, or so she could feel. When she tightened the string and the vest pulled to her skin, the puffy material of the tube top went much higher to her collar than she expected, which looked silly. She pulled the tube top down from the bottom hem until her sternum came into view. She then gripped the sides and pulled until her cleavage popped.

"Gary!? Did you not hear me?! You have five minutes, and we still need..." Kelly could be heard again shouting from downstairs.

Jill turned her attention to the doorway again and caught her father staring at her. It had been obvious he was staring at her breasts; she caught his eyes moving up to meet hers. She felt incredulous at first. She thought he should be ashamed for staring at his daughter's cleavage.

Jill felt locked in the moment, and her father's silent gaze, locked with hers, seemed to have her transfixed.

It was only a second, but it felt like a millennium while the two stared at each other. Kelly's voice was again yelling, inaudible to Jill.

"Yes, Kel!" Gary yelled in acknowledgement. "Is there anything else we need from up here?!" Gary was yelling to his wife downstairs but never looked away from his daughter as he yelled.

Gary's face was sober. His expression seemed almost pensive. If he had been wearing this expression while walking down a crowded sidewalk, strangers would give him space. His brow was furrowed slightly, and his eyes shamelessly moved low again beneath it.

Jill was agog. Her father made no pretense, no excuse, no shame, and began to openly stare at Jill's popping tits. There was significant tension in the air, and Jill felt herself stiffen. She gasped and straightened her posture, not knowing what else to do in the moment. She felt somewhat obligated to do something, considering the way her father was staring at her.

Jill wondered to herself about the night before. "I bet... you've got some sweet, beautiful titties too," her father had said to her. It was drunk talk, but it was unusual for someone in their family to talk so openly about another person's body. Sometimes Billy and David would comment about each other's gains from the gym, but that's it. Had her father been thinking about her breasts before now?

Jill slowly turned her frame toward her father until she was facing a ridiculous angle away from the mirror. To any observer it would have been obvious she was presenting herself. She swallowed a nervous gulp, then started to trace her hand across her belly until it pinched the bottom hem of the tube top.

Gary's expression showed no change, and his eyes didn't wander an inch when he responded once more to his distant wife, "Yes, Kel'!" He yelled, followed by another, "Yes."

Jill began to gently tug on the fabric of her tube top. Her already generous amount of cleavage began to expand slowly while the garment began to slide under the leather of the vest. The gilet was still laced up tight, and the top hem caught on the vest. There wasn't going to be much to show unless she were to loosen the gilet. She turned her gaze down to her chest and brought both of her hands up to her chest and weakly grabbed the tie.

"Kelly! I'm going to need a few more minutes. Why don't I try to get Jerry on the phone? I'll ask him if he needs anything and let him know we're running late." Gary turned his gaze back up to meet his daughter's as he reached into the pocket of his slacks. He pulled out his cell phone and let his arm fall limp as he held the phone with no intention of using it.

Jill looked at the small black rectangle in his hand and then began to tug on the string. She looked back to her father's eyes, which had already fallen down to her breasts again. It didn't take much for the gilet to loosen its grip, and when it did, the top hem of her tube top--already under tension--sunk below the gilet. She continued to untie the gilet, glancing back and forth between her task and her father's ogling.

Jill felt a rush of excitement and a surge of inspiration. After loosening the gilet, she hooked her finger into the string at the bottom. With her other hand, she gripped the top of the vest on both sides, then yanked the string clean out of every loophole, and it flew onto the surface of her vanity, knocking over her lipstick.

Jill locked eyes with her father again, and to both of them it felt like time was completely frozen until Jill let go. At the same time she tossed her shoulders back and the

gilet fell off of her, draping across the back of her chair. Her tube top was pulled obscenely low. Jill glanced down to see the tops of her areola peeking out. They were a deep ruby red colour and contrasted her pale skin.

The loose fabric was now gently grazing against her stiff nipples below; she shivered and reached up to the top hem and hooked her index finger into it. Gary let out a loud sigh, and Jill began to pull. More of her areola came into view until the hem caught on each nipple.

Gary's look of sobriety turned to hunger as he felt himself start to lose control in response to seeing his daughter slowly expose herself to him.

"Gary, you slow-ass piece of shit, get your fucking ass in gear!" Kelly could be heard screaming from downstairs, the kind of angry scream she saves for special occasions.

Gary seemed to snap out of a trance, and without a word, immediately started down the stairs. Jill sat frozen in place for a moment, her shirt still tugged halfway down her breasts. She released her top and looked at herself in the vanity. Yes, her father had seen almost half of each nipple and was hungry to see more.

"I need a beer." Jill said to herself, exasperated. "And I think I'll wear the other vest." She looked down once more at her areola and pulled the garment up to cover all but a very small V near the top of her sternum.

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"Helllloooo?!" David yelled after popping his head through the front door. After what happened the night before, he wasn't going to take any chances. He looked around and quietly listened.

"What are you doing?" Billy asked from behind David. He was irritated because he was holding both of their gym bags and David was preventing him from entering.

"I think Mom and Dad are gone."

"Is that what you're worried about?" Billy pushed past David, almost knocking him into the bushes. He set their gym bags down in the hall and yelled, "Any naked boobies jiggling around in here?! If there are, I'm warning you, you better get out now or we'll kick your ass!"

"Bill. Please don't tease me about this." David seemed to concede faster than he usually would.

"You don't call me Bill very often."

"Well. I don't see so many naked tits all the time that I'm desensitized to them."

"They're just Mom's boobs. She's our mom; those were her boobs." Billy mimed placing two invisible boxes in front of himself as he spoke. "And from the racket the two of them made last night, I'd say they're also Dad's boobs."

"Yeah, I heard them too." David sounded exasperated by his absent parents.

The two of them let a silence fall as they tried to decide if they were disgusted or not.

"I don't want to think about it." Billy broke the silence. "We have a few more months, and then they can do all the loud boning they want. Only Jill will have to listen to it." They both laughed at their sister's expense.

Billy picked the two hefty gym bags up and took them upstairs.

"Thanks, Billy!" David was referring to carrying the bags. He quietly walked over to the couch in the living room and landed hard in his seat on the couch. It was dark in the room; his parents must have drawn the curtains before they left. The glow from the digital display on their sound system flipped over to 8:00pm just as David glanced at it. He turned his head to look at his parents' end of the couch. There was nobody there now, but his mind flashed back to the scene. For a moment, just as clearly as he saw it in person, the image of his mother's naked breasts hanging as she pulled Jill's bra on was seared into his mind. He felt his erection begin to stir and immediately felt a pang of guilt.

"Are you okay, Davy?" Bill had come back down the stairs without David's notice. He sat down in the recliner, reached down to the side, and popped the footrest out. "Are you really upset about last night?"

"I dunno." David responded, sounding callow.

Billy suddenly saw right through his younger brother and recognized his vulnerability. "Was Mom's the first boob you ever saw?"

"Shut up." David said weakly.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Davy." Billy paused for a moment as another small realization struck him. "You're a virgin?"

"Please, Billy. Can we just... not?"

"Do you need help, Davy?"

"What the fuck does that mean?!"

"I know a couple girls who would help you out. Maybe not at the same time like they did for me. But they're always flashing me, so they'll probably flash you too."

"What the hell, Billy, when are all these girls coming on to you?"

"At the gym most of the time. Mary and Tasha especially won't leave me alone."

"The twins?! Wait... those twins took your V-card? At the same time!?" David sounded like his mind had imploded.

"Yeah, and I missed baseball practice." Billy said, disappointed.

"Baseball practice? Are you seriously looking back at that and regretting not going to BASEBALL PRACTICE?!" David was losing his composure.

"Well, we didn't make the finals. The trophy would have been nice."

"I can't believe what you just..." David was interrupted by the sound of a key unlocking the front door. "... and her name is Ashley, not Tasha."

Both of the men went quiet and looked across the room. A small dividing wall hid the front door from their line of sight, and when they heard the door open and then slam closed, it was followed by a scream, "You fucking whorrrrreeeeee! Cindy, you cunt, fuck, bitch, whore, fuck, fucker, fuck, fuck, FFFFFUUUCKINGGG BITCH!"

"Yo! Jill! Coming 'in hot!" David yelled to his sister around the corner.

Billy stretched himself and reclined the backrest of his chair further back so he could see her. "You okay, Jill?"

From his position on the couch, David saw a white cowboy hat fly down the hall into the kitchen like a Frisbee, followed by a calico fur vest slammed hard on the hallway floor.

"Jill?" Both men spoke in unison, but neither thought it was important enough to stand.

"Yeah, it's fucking me." Jill yelled from around the corner. Right after she spoke, a brown snakeskin boot made its way through the air and halfway up the staircase. "Ugh. These fucking boots!" Jill made a loud grunt and tossed the other boot up the staircase, which ricocheted off the wall and left a mark large enough to see from across the room.

Jill finally came around the corner and headed for the couch. After stripping away the other facets of her costume, she was left wearing only jeans, socks, and the puffy tube top. Her hair was tied back in a mid-pony. She skipped her regular spot on the couch and fell face-down on the other side with her face where her parents would normally cuddle.

"You want to tell us what happened, Jill?" David's concerned voice always sounded a bit condescending.

"Cindy's rancid, spacious hallway of a cooch is what happened."

"Yikes." David almost laughed at the effort his sister was making to disparage her friend.

"It's not that loose." Jill lifted her face from the cushion to glare at Billy, who seemed to have an opinion. "It tasted pretty bad, though."

"Good to know, Billy. Thanks." Jill turned her face back into the cushion of the couch and wept for a second before screaming one last time.

"Alright, Jill. We want to hear. Tell us what happened, and then we'll go kick her ass." David was starting to play the role of compassionate brother.

After a moment Jill sat up on the couch; she felt her top had pulled down slightly when she had lain down and pulled it back up to her collar before facing her brothers. "It's not that complicated. She's a selfish whore. I don't think I would normally tell my brothers this kind of thing, but it should make it easier since you have apparently already fucked her, Billy."

"She actually did most of the work."

"Billy, shut the fuck up." David aggressively whispered to his brother even though Jill could hear.

Jill sighed heavily and was starting to relax. "It's okay. You say stupid shit sometimes, Billy, but everyone knows you're a sweetheart. I'm sure a shit-eating cum dumpster like Cindy would never give up trying to blow you."

Billy almost said something, then looked to see David shaking his head no and closed his mouth before he did.

"It's not that complicated. There was a guy named Red that was going to be at the party. I met him at another thing, and I thought he was cute. He is always with his two buddies whenever I see him, and when they are all together, they act like morons. They yell, throw things, and do keg stands. Loud frat-boy stuff. So, we made a plan a few days ago to try and separate them before they got too drunk.

"I think I see where this is going." David interrupted Jill's story.

"Yeah. If you were about to guess that within the hour she was in Red's van being airtight gangbanged by all three of them, you'd win the prize."

"Whoa." The two brothers said in unison.

"Yeah, and I only noticed because all the action drew a crowd from the parking lot of Tumbleweed Jack's. People were filming it on their phones. When I got to the window, Cindy looked up at me with a mouth full of Red's cock. We made eye contact, and then he came in her mouth, and she choked on it."

"Wow." David's eyes went wide.

"Yeah. I try not to use the term "slut" derogatorily, but that whore is a slut, and I hope she gets AIDS."

"WHOA Ho, ho, whoa! Jill! Okay, that got a little dark."

"Yeah, well... Davvvyyy." Jill was on a roller coaster of emotion. "I'm sure if one of your friends fucked your girlfriend, you'd be collecting someone's teeth."

"HAH!" Billy couldn't help but let out the Krabappel-like response.

David froze, then immediately went silent and pale.

"What?" Jill was confused by the reaction.

"Davy is..." Billy started.

David turned to look at his brother and spoke quickly, "Please don't do this, Billy. Please, please, please. No."

Billy dramatically righted himself in the recliner and said to Jill, "Davy's a virgin."

David dropped his face into his hands and prayed that some compassionate deity would smite him before he had to face any more of this conversation. But to his relief, there wasn't even a snicker from either of his siblings.

There was a palpable silence for a few seconds, then Jill turned her body and relaxed into the corner facing the television. "Well, I guess that's news." Jill paused again, thinking about how to be gentle in the situation. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, David."

"That's what I said!" Billy was overexcited about the coincidence.

"Well, it really isn't. Sex is awesome, but your worth isn't measured by how much you've done it."

"Thanks, Jill." David lifted his face from his hands but couldn't look at either of his siblings. "I appreciate your compassion."

"Yeah, he didn't even see his first boob until last night." Billy was quick to point out.

Jill looked down to see her top had slid down again; the elastic band in the hems was worn out with age, and she pulled it back up to her collar again. Her interest was immediately piqued by Billy's comment, "Last night? Did you go out somewhere last night?"

"Nah. Mom and Dad got drunk and then started feeling each other up, and then Dad took Mom's boob out, and then Mom took her shirt off and showed all of us her boobs, and then she put on your bra, and then they went upstairs." Billy wasn't great at telling stories, but he managed to string the important parts together.

Jill's expression was pure shock. "Mom flashed you?"

"No," David chimed in. "It was more of a show."

"A show? Mom gave you a show? What did she do, take her shirt off and shake her tits around?"

"Pretty much," Billy confirmed.

Jill looked at David, who was still trying to hide his beet-red embarrassment. She was putting the pieces together in her head. She recalled meeting her horned-up parents in the hallway the night before and her father's comments about her own breasts. Then the moment in her bedroom this morning. Her father had been unabashedly undressing her with his eyes, and she had almost actually undressed for him. The memory of it was sending her back to how it felt. To be locked in that tension and slowly give in to it. She began to feel a bit flushed. She sank lower into the couch, and when she did, the top hem of her tube top pulled up to her neck and the bottom slipped under the swell of her breasts. She pulled the top hem down until it was comfortable, which happened to be showing a bit of cleavage now, but she was suddenly not feeling so prudish in front of her brothers.

Billy reached up and turned the lamp on. The television room was filled with a soft orange glow that illuminated David's embarrassment, Jill's cleavage, and Billy's amused indifference.

"Do you think they swing with the Heinemanns?" Jill asked. She was still processing her parents' actions.

"Nah. I actually asked Dad one time." Billy paused while he recalled the day. "He did say it kind of weird, though. He said something like, 'I have never touched them any more than a hug or slap on the back."

"That does sound pretty specific." David responded, sounding suspicious.

Jill reached down to push herself further up the back of the couch. "Well, I don't care if they need to spice up their..." Mid-sentence--and as she was adjusting in her seat--Jill's tube top dragged against the cushion behind her, and the top hem of her tube top gave into the tension and then snapped down across her breasts to meet the bottom hem below.

"Oh, shit!" Jill exclaimed, and she quickly brought her arm up to cover herself and yanked the garment back up to her neck.

"Well, Davy. There's your second pair." Billy was rarely ever mean, but he seemed to be delighted by his siblings' embarrassment.

Jill laughed it off and reclined again. "My tits can't possibly be only the second ones you've ever seen. And Mom's your first? We've watched movies on family night that had naked tits in them. I can think of at least fifteen pairs of tits in love scenes I had to watch with my family surrounding me."

"I always closed my eyes," David admitted. "Or found an excuse to leave the room. Sometimes if I knew what movie we were going to watch, I would look it up on IMDb and check the parental guidance notes so I knew if it was going to happen."

"Wow, I have never heard of someone trying to actively avoid looking at tits before." Jill was bewildered. "What about porn? You must watch porn."

"He doesn't watch porn." Billy chimed in.

"You don't watch porn!? Even I watch porn every once in a while." Jill had finally moved on from her drama earlier and was now much more engrossed with the revelations about her brother's inexperience.

"Tee em aye, Jill." David tried to rescue himself from the conversation by deflecting.

"We're all adults now, and you just got an eyeful. I'm thinking from this point on our family is going to have a few less filters." With that, Jill once more sunk into the couch, and accidentally it pulled her top down again. The conversation and brief exposure to the air had caused Jill's nipples to stiffen, and they managed to catch the hem this time.

David and Billy both immediately took notice, and it wasn't lost on Jill either. Her chest appeared just as lewd now as it did earlier with her father. Her ruby-red areolas were unmistakable, and her brothers' eyes were locked on them. "Oh, these?" Jill said mockingly and pointed at her areolas with each hand. "This is no big deal. People have seen me like this. I can just leave it like this if you like."

There was no audible response from her brothers. Jill sat upright on the couch, then turned to face them; their eyes dragged along with her tits. She looked down at herself, then pushed her breasts together with her forearms for her brothers' benefit. She then laughed and fell against the back of the couch, this time intentionally sliding her back up to drag the garment down to bunch on her ribs. She put her arms out to each side of her, crossed her legs, and owned the fact she was exhibiting her tits.

Billy, enjoying the view but never one to get too engrossed, piped up, "Jill, why don't you help out Davy? Maybe if he could touch one of your boobs, he might not have to blush and run away any time he's near one."

Jill hadn't actually thought this far ahead. She was just having a bit of fun and didn't expect any requests. The situation with her father had seemed to cross a boundary earlier, but that same boundary was overshot when she had decided to pull her top down.

"Um. Yeah, okay. Sure." Jill felt she had bluffed, and someone called her on it. She sat there in her power pose but looking a lot less certain. "They are already out here, I guess. So, you may as well have at 'em. I mean, if it will help you. Somehow."

Jill's permission sounded a little flimsy, like she was trying to disguise the fact she might be getting a little too into the idea of her older brother feeling her up.

David reached deep and found just enough confidence to say, "Yeah. It'll help," before scooching across the couch cushion into the corner and next to his sister. He looked straight down to her right breast in front of him and devoured it with his eyes before reaching up and cupping it from the underside nervously. He looked up to see his sister's expression that was becoming flushed but gave him a gentle and compassionate smile. He fumbled around with her breast, not knowing what he should or shouldn't do. He lifted her tit from the bottom and squeezed it like a ketchup bottle.

"It's a lot softer than I expected."

"Yeah, and sensitive too. Try being a little gentler. When a girl lets you fondle her tits you're doing it for her, not you." Jill was trying to both be helpful and get her own needs met.

David adjusted his technique. He nervously moved his hand across the swell of her breast until her nipple was in his palm, then he stopped altogether.

"Watcha doing there?" Jill asked sarcastically. "You gonna just leave that there? Just sit there and hold it like a computer mouse?"

David started actually pretending her breast was a mouse and used his index and middle fingers to press the inside swell of her breast. "Click. Click." Jill shot him a completely unimpressed look as he said, "How else am I supposed to search up that porn?"

"This is ridiculous." Billy said after watching the whole thing. "Do you want me to show him what to do?"

"Yeah, would you, Billy? This is starting to border on sad." Jill patted the seat next to her on the couch opposite David.

Billy got up from his recliner and crossed the room to sit next to his sister, whose right breast was just released from David's clumsy grip.

"You wanna show him what to do with this one, and then he can practice on the other?" The words came out of Jill's mouth at the same time she realized where the situation had escalated to. She was sitting on the couch between her two brothers and just gave them both permission to play with her exposed tits. Her pussy was immediately wet, and she was grateful her legs were already crossed so she could rub her thighs together.

Billy leaned in and reached with his left hand for his first-ever feel of his sister's pert and beautiful B-cup breast. He confidently took it into his grip and put her

stiff nipple between his fingers. "There, Davy. Put your hand on it like this and put her nipple in there."

The sound of Billy explaining to his brother how to feel up his sister caused surges of excitement in Jill that shook her from her head to her loins.

"Like this?" David asked as he mimicked the action of his brother.

Jill couldn't help herself and took a tight grip on the back of the couch when she felt David's hand cup her again. She closed her eyes, let out a low moan, and said, "Yeah, Davy. Just like that."

"Now just sorta massage it and use your fingers to kinda pinch a little. You can give it a little twist with your knuckles." Billy seemed to be really taking on the role of instructor while Jill and David were lost in a trance.

"Do you like this, Jill?" David asked nervously while carefully continuing to explore her naked breast.

Jill didn't say anything but pulled away from Billy and leaned forward to kiss David on the mouth. She felt his trepidation, and he pulled his hand away from her, but he didn't pull his mouth away, so she licked the length of his lower lip and fell back against the couch again. She reached down and pulled the tube top from her waist, brought it over her head, and tossed it away as if to say, 'I'm all in.' Then she reached behind her and pulled the band out of her hair, releasing her ponytail, and then gave her head a shake, messing up her shoulder-length hair. "Do me a favour: Be good boys and make your sister forget her problems."

David looked like he was lost in the world's biggest candy shop.

"Okay, Davy. I think she wants us to keep going." Billy said, keeping his instructor tone. "She's gonna want us to use our mouths next."

Jill's eyes flashed open for a moment, and she felt Billy's hand move up again to hold her breast aloft. She leaned forward again but in Billy's direction, and he leaned in to meet her kiss. The two of them enjoyed a sloppy make-out for a few seconds while Billy massaged her tit and David watched.

Jill was really enjoying Billy's experienced touch, but she didn't want to give David the impression that he was failing. She pulled away from Billy, completely entranced. "Hold on, boys," Jill said. She reached down under Billy's gentle grip and leaned over to give him another kiss on the mouth while she began to undo the buttons on her jeans.

"Umm. Is this..." David stammered. "Should we... Are we..." He was nervous to proceed but didn't want to do anything that might stop it.

Jill turned back to David, wrapped her arm around his head, and mashed her mouth into his. She felt around his cheeks and lips with her probing tongue, and in seconds he began to relax again. She pulled away and loosened her grip on his head so he could see that she had moved her left hand into her open jeans and was now unabashedly masturbating as her fingers traced circles across her labia. "This is how you know you're passing the class," she said to David in a sultry tone.

Jill tossed her head back and threw her messy hair behind her, then pulled David's face down to her tit and felt him latch on without any further instruction. "Ohhh... You... Mmmm... You're really bad at that, but it's still good. Keep practicing." Jill's hand went deeper into her pants as she began to probe herself with her index finger. "And what do you think you're doing, Billy? Get back to work." With that, Jill pulled her hand from her jeans--wet with her juices--and ran it through Billy's hair until she grabbed a handful of it and forced his face down to her other breast. When she got Billy's expert mouth to suckle and tantalize her left nipple, she slipped her hand into her pants again and inserted her middle and ring fingers into herself.

Minutes passed and David studied his sister's reactions to his gentle touches and licks. He bit her once, and she jumped, but she groaned when he tried it again.

Billy could do no wrong on his side. If Jill had a third arm, she would have wrapped it around his head to mash his face into her tit-flesh. He reached over with his left hand and placed it on Jill's thigh next to where all the action was.

David took notice of his brother's hand and moved his hand to her right thigh while he continued to lick gently at the tip of her nipple.

Jill's moans turned to whimpers, and she began to press harder into her pubic bone with her palm. She was losing control, and her brothers were each tightening their grip on her thighs. "Okay, boys. Time for..." Jill was interrupted when she felt David begin to blow on her wet nipple. A shiver shot down her spine, and she took a moment before finishing her sentence, "The final exam."

Jill grabbed the back of David's head and forced his face into his chest, nearly smothering him. She worked in and out of herself with her two fingers and frantically started to work her clit with her palm.

Billy released himself from his sister and stood up off the couch, watching the scene before him and smiling, happy that he could help. He locked eyes with Jill, who was wantonly frigging herself to orgasm before she closed them again.

David had always been aware of the straining erection in his pants but never felt brave enough at any point to actually reach down and touch it. It was starting to hurt; it had been hard for so long and trapped in his pants. He finally rationalized to himself that if Jill could masturbate, he could too. He pulled his hand from her thigh and began to undo the fly on his jeans. As he did, he heard Jill's whimpers and cries turn to moans and muffled grunts. She twisted her body slightly to the left and pulled him over her while he got his hand down his pants. There were wet sounds coming from below and above him and just as he managed to wrap his fingers around his cock he heard a 'popping' sound then began to cum in his pants simultaneously with his sister who was making unusual moaning sounds. While they came together, Jill bucked underneath him wildly and cried out in pleasure, but it sounded muffled. Her orgasm was lasting much longer than David's, and he felt himself starting to come down from his sexual high. Jill released her death grip on David's head, and he heard another popping sound.

When David looked up he saw his brother frantically stroking his cock beside their sister's face. He had gotten up and gone behind the couch, pulled his cock out, and Jill had been servicing him.

Billy looked focused and took turns between stroking his cock and gently slapping Jill in the face with it, and she was loving it. He dropped the length of his cock across her open mouth lengthwise and began to saw it back and forth until he dropped the tip in and thrust it into the side of her cheek. Jill greedily trapped the tip of his cock in her mouth and twisted away from David to get more of it.

"I'm gonna cum, Jill." Billy kindly informed her.

There was another audible 'pop' as Jill released his penis from her lips. "Do it, Billy. Cum with me. I'm cumming again. Give me your cum. Give your sister your cum."

David was speechless. His sister was begging their brother for his cum, and he was about to oblige.

Billy moved around Jill's head and grabbed the hair on top roughly, then turned her head and pressed half of his length into her mouth.

At the same time, Jill began to violently frig herself again. She panted and moaned around Billy's girth as she was about to reach another orgasm. Her panting and moaning turned into screaming as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her hips bucked and her tits bounced around while Billy popped out of her mouth one last time and started to frantically stroke himself.

Billy pulled at the hair on top of her head, which forced her high onto the couch and to open her mouth wide. Continuing to stroke himself, he shimmied closer to the top of her head and slapped her roughly in the eye with his cock, then moved again above her. He lowered his balls onto her forehead and stroked like his life depended on it. "Get ready, Jill!"

"Give it to me, Billy!" Jill cried from under his rapid wanking. "Cum in my mouth, Billy! I want to taste it, Billy. Please, Billy!"

Billy suddenly let go of his cock, and it dropped onto his sister's nose. She opened as wide as she could and felt his cock begin to pulse on her nose while his semen traveled through it and deposited into Jill's mouth. Billy fed Jill five thick shots of warm semen, which she happily swirled around in her mouth before swallowing it all down.

Jill slipped back down onto the couch and purposely fell with her head in David's lap while trying to catch her breath. She looked up at David, whose disposition had sobered, and asked, "What about you? You need some help with..." Jill turned her head, expecting to see a tent in David's pants, but instead was greeted with a messy white stain. "Oh," she said, trying not to sound disappointed.

"Jill. You have a little..." David pointed to Jill's chin, where a small amount of Billy's cum had cleared the gap of her open mouth.

"Oh, thank you, David." Jill scooped the leftover cum onto her finger and sucked it off. "Mmm. And thank you too, Billy." She sat up quickly and then jumped to her feet just as fast. "Well. I'm tired. Time for bed." Jill bent over at the waist and grabbed her tube top from the floor. In doing so, she gave David a good look at her dangling tits, and Billy got a view of about half her ass as her jeans were falling down. She hiked her pants up and trotted toward the stairs.

"Thanks, Jill! Goodnight!" Billy called out just before she started to climb.

"Yeah. Ummm, thanks, Jill." David said awkwardly.

Before disappearing Jill bent over the banister dangling her breasts for her brothers' enjoyment. she shook her shoulders to sway her breasts back and forth, then blew them a kiss and disappeared from sight.

After a moment, David turned to look at his brother who was still standing behind the couch. "Oh for fuck... You can put your dick away now, Billy."