Little sister is about to find out exactly what they thought of her...
The Terrible Ts

Talbot POV:

The Terrible Ts. That’s what we’ve been called since we learned to walk. Whether it was meaningless pranks to blood-letting fights in the school hallways, nothing deterred us. We were determined to conquer the world, one way or another. Of course, we are still straight-A students and involved in all the sports our high school had to offer us. Our mother, Zona, drilled that into us since we were young. Being a single mother, she was resolved in making sure we were successful and grew up to be good persons. Well, she succeed in one count; the other not so much. She became pregnant with us while she was still in high school. Our father—if you can call him that—took no part in caring for her during her pregnancy. He left us when we were three, but not before getting her pregnant again, this time with a girl, Shysie (who we call Shy). Regardless of what happened, mom still managed to finish high school and eventually college.
The Terrible Ts: Talbot, Taurean, and Teague. You’re probably wondering about the names. My mom’s into names and was convinced that names had a hand in who we turn out to be. I was the oldest, Talbot. It meant commander. Fitting, really. I was captain on the football, soccer, and baseball team. I was brutal in my fights and commanding with the whores. Next was Taurean. His name meant bull or stubborn strength. He was strong both on the field and off. And lastly, there was Teague. It meant handsome, poet, but he preferred low rider. Why? Well, you’ll find out soon.
Then there was our sister, Shysie, meaning little shy one. I know, Complete opposite. Our father had a hand in this; he was adamant that when she was born, that was going to be her name. If I met him again, I would thank him for naming her that.
I haven’t forgotten my mom. But that’s a story for another time. Our story begins with our little sister, when she turned 16; we were 18 then. We loved to annoy her, infuriate her, and play pranks on her. We’d steal her things, whether it’d be candy or her toys. Blame it all on her whenever we did something; sometimes it worked, sometimes not.
Don’t get me wrong, I mean, we loved our little sister to bits, but we had a wicked side to us.
Then she turned 16. She was suddenly a hot little thing and, believe me when I say this, me and my brothers wanted to fuck her and fuck her good, not once but as much as we wanted to. With a huge ass, double-D tits, and a pornstar face, our little sister looked like a slut. Of course, she didn’t dress like one and didn’t act like that. But that was going to change. And so that became our conquest. We were over-confident and rightfully so. We had girls, and women, all over us, wanting us to fuck them and fuck them we did, and sometimes even together.

But we’re getting off topic here.

Our conquest began subtly. With little sexual innuendoes here and there. Scaring off potential boyfriends. Walking shirtless or with hard-ons.
And then it became heavier. Leaving our cum in her panties. Barging in on her when she’s in the shower. Leaving our doors wide open whenever we had one of our girls over.
And while all this was happening, she kept mum about it to, well, our mom—like that would’ve have helped. She was true to her name: a shy little thing.

We watched her closely, patiently, silently, ready to pound her hard and fast. And tonight, she was ready.


Mom was working again. She was a nurse at the local hospital. We (meaning me, my brothers and our little sister) just finished our dinner and movie. It was a little after midnight.

“Well, I’m going to bed, guys,” Shy’s musical voice drifted over to us. She wore a white tank with no bra and the tightest shorts (or were they boy boxers?) that showed her assets. While she was a little shy about showing off her body, she wasn’t too shy in wearing those tight clothes at home. I guess she trusted us a little too much.

I replied, “Good night, Shy.” From the corner of my eyes, I could see Teague snickering silently and Taurean smiling softly, each with a wicked glint in their eyes. I’m sure I looked the same as well, but Shy was too sleepy to notice.

“Ah-Ah, you forget something, sis,” Taurean’s deep voice called out to Shy. Instantly, our cocks sprung to life. It was a ritual in this house, that when Shy was leaving the house or going to bed, she had to give each of us a hug. Whereas, in the past, our hugs were somewhat innocent, tonight and from now on, they were going to be anything but innocent. This was part of our plan and tonight, in the living room, we were going to take her. The last few months, we gave tight hugs and sometimes even copped a feel and she responded to each one of them.
Naively walking up to Teague, Shy held out her arms to embrace him. Teague grabbed her by her delicious big ass and ground his hardened cock against her pussy. Shy’s face turned red and, confused, slipped quickly out of his arms and went to Taurean. He immediately seized her and placed his hands on the back of her head and the low of her back. Not letting her break out of his arms, he kissed her hard on her lips while dry-fucking her pussy.

Taurean resurfaced from her mouth and looked at her, laughed wickedly. “There,” He breathed out, still dry-fucking her pussy. “How was your first kiss, sis?” If it was even possible, Shy’s face turned redder, now with anger alongside confusion in her features, she walked over to me.

I gently, silently, took her in my arms, wanting to give her the false illusion of security in my arms. I stood there hugging her innocently, with my hands around her shoulders for a while. Then they started to roam. One hand went to her sexy, fuckable ass and the other continued its journey to her front, where her double-D tits were. I kneaded the two softly, while whispering in her ear. My cock had a life of its own and began to rub at her cunt.

“What did you expect, little Shy? You’re hot. Did you honestly think we weren’t going to fuck you just because you were our sister? The fact that you’re little our sister makes us even more horny. We’ve been planning this for months. Tonight, and from now on, you’ll be our little fucktoy, our little whore.”

Shy moaned slightly, but protested, “No, you can’t. You’re my brothers. Yo—“

Cutting her off, my hand, the one on her ass, reached lower and cupped her pussy. I rubbed hard, feeling the wetness of her cunt juices. “Really? You want to stop? Because from what I’m feeling and what we heard last night, we both know you want to be fucked by your brothers. You want to be a whore for us.”

“How did—[Gasp]--Hmmmm“

My hand slipped past the single barrier that was protecting her pussy from my assaulting fingers and delved in the deep warmth of her fuckbox. Starting slowly, I rubbed, finger-fucked, and teased her. By then, I had stepped slightly back (without breaking my hold on her) and was watching her reddened, lust-filled face. The last of her resistance had eroded and she was ours. Taurean and Teague stood beside me, cocks out and wanking off slowly, watching the live incestuous act.

Her legs started to give out, but because of my hold on her cunt and tits, she stayed up. It added more to her senses though, making my finger delve deeper. She came; her hands squeezed my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh. Letting out a loud moan, her body clasped against me. I gently took my fingers and smelled her cunt juices.
Chocolate and Vanilla. Delicious.
I stuck a finger in my mouth, and savoured the taste of my little sister, as she watched on.
After a while, I held up my hand, and commanded, “Clean my hand, slut.”
She whimpered slightly, but didn’t object. Taking my hand, she licked quickly, grimacing at first, but then attacked my hand with vigor.

Even she likes her own juices.

Pushing her down, I made her kneel in front of me. Then beckoning Taurean forward, I made my way to the couch and collapsed on it, watching the porno event unfold before me.


2013-04-08 18:04:21
Calm down. I am simply writing a story, a rough draft. You don't even know the characters yet. There was no reason for your kind of backlash. This was my first story and I wanted to get better at my writing. The story may imply rape and torture, but is far from it. Remember this is a rough draft.
Although, after reading this message, I'm not so sure if I want to continue. I would like constructive criticism, so if anyone reads this, please drop a message.
Thank you.

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2013-04-07 22:51:32
next time use descriptive tags you FUCKING ASSHOLE, not everyone is entertained by rape and torture, even if that is what you obviously dream and hope someone does to you.

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