Come Together Over Me Pt. 3/3

The forgotten Conclusion.

I had this conclusion ready to attach to part Two of Come Together and totally forgot to do so. As picked up by some readers the story had an more abrupt end. So here it is. Hopefully future readers will pick it up in the series. Remember this is inspired by the Beatles song Come Together.

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All Cuming Together was a feature of our sex lives. Over time we were less frantic. I mainly stayed at home and looked after my brothers. The boys decided they could support me financially. I was more the manager though. I certainly didn't become a house slave, nor a sex slave. I made sure the guys kept things spic and span. I was worn out enough by our lovemaking.

For me, my Brothers were everything. They provided for my sexual needs, which I figured out were higher than the average person. It was normal to have us Cum together on Friday night.

I often wonder what would have happened if one Brother had said no and refused to be seduced. But then their Sister always had them wrapped around her little finger. Perhaps it was their cocks that finger was wrapped around. Guys always follow the little heads so to speak.

Things went swimmingly for a few years. I enjoyed my brothers; they enjoyed me, and I might add, each other.

Peter didn't go down the Bi route, but loved being the voyeur watching his little Sister and Brothers pleasure each other. His job was an accountant. Accountants tend to be loyal people. Best of all, Pete was cuddly, although he did get fitter with Jack's help. But I claim it was all the exercise making love to me.

Jack opened his own gym, drug-free, and started competing with a clean bill of health in national bodybuilding competitions.

Mikey opened a barista school for street kids, working with a local charity. He was down with the kids, although he didn't use dope as often. He no longer needed to try and escape his incestuous feelings for his Sister. Occasionally, we would get stoned together, but it was much more fun making love clear-minded. Memories lasted better that way.

Mikey's bi tendencies were happily met within the Brothers. I think it was more brotherly erotic love than general gay community experiences. For fear of STDs, we kept ourselves exclusive. No one wanted to wear rubbers with me.

Jack particularly liked to take Mike's arse. Mike enjoyed the smaller size for the same reasons I enjoyed Jack. Energetic safe passion. We certainly enjoyed the threesomes, and more so because of the flexibility that this provides. I enjoyed a good DPV Hamish and Mike. I only tried Peter vaginally. Pete on the bottom, any Brother on top to DP me, but Jack was easier to take with Pete.

Hamish went on to do an honours year in DNA sequencing; his mini-thesis was on genetic issues among siblings. With all the incest edged TV and movies happening, it was becoming the next frontier of social change. Maybe the Mormons had it right. Although multiple Husband was not their practice, it was, by default, ours.

Hamish's research into sibling birth deformities led me to be a bit slack in checking the use-by/best-before date of my surgical implant. So Mum and Dad had a surprise at Christmas on the Gold Coast that year. I was six months pregnant. Mum and Dad didn't ask questions. Don't ask, don't have suspicions confirmed.

At Easter, I gave birth to a strapping baby boy. He looked like Jack, and Hamish was able to confirm he was in fact Jack's son. Although he was considered the son of us all. Hamish assured Jack that he would have a normally sized penis when he grew up. Jack was the best father. I think having little Pan, Pan Peter was his name, convinced him that being small was okay.

We decided that one child per Brother was all I could handle. So we were careful to rotate the role of sire. Six years later we had four children. Three sisters and an older brother. Rosalind, Faith, and Joy adored their older brother Pan. For the record, Rosalind was Mikey's, Faith was Peter's, and Joy was Hamish's. Joy, like her Father, was the youngest sibling and as cute as a button.

'Lucky Bastard', was all my Brothers collectively thought, but they were also very protective of our little girls.

Mum and Dad eventually found out, when Hamish received a PhD for his research on incestual interbreeding. He had shown that unless the interbreeding went on for centuries, there was negligible extra risk for deformity than for a general sample from the population. By this stage, they were doted on by their grandparents. Hamish is now a senior researcher in a Melbourne company specialising in sibling genetics. We have many friends in that sibling network, started by the founders.

The children talked about having four daddies. We didn't tell them the daddies were brothers until their early teens when the Birds and Bees needed explaining. We had a strict no sexual play policy with them. We took our parents' attitude that it was also better not to ask questions. But that is an altogether different story.