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“That’s my good boy,” Lyney whispers into Freminet’s ear, thrusting shallowly into the tight heat of the smaller boy’s cunt. Freminet whines and clenches around his brother, wrapping his knees around Lyney’s waist and pulling him in. “Can I touch your tits?” Freminet nods eagerly, and Lyney slides one hand up his chest. He tweaks the blonde’s perky nipples, bending his head to take one into his mouth. Freminet moans loudly, unabashedly, his hands scrabbling to find purchase in his brother’s loose hair.
“You couldn’t even close the door?”
Lyney raises his head from Freminet’s tits to face their sister. “My bad,” he drawls. “I guess I forgot.”
She looks at the pair with a blank face. “Don’t forget again.” Lynette steps out of sight, pulling the door to their shared bedroom shut behind her.
Lyney looks back to the boy under him. Freminet is still whining and humping weakly up against Lyney’s hips. “Such a good little whore. You can’t even stop when someone else is watching, can you?”
Freminet mewls into Lyney’s neck. “Want her,” he mumbles.
“Speak up, pretty, I can’t hear you like that.”
“I want her!”
Lyney’s hips stutter. “You want Lynette?”
“I want her… I want her, please, Lyney.”
Lyney begins thrusting into Freminet again at a rougher pace than he had been before. “You know she doesn’t like that.”
“She doesn’t… like me?”
“She doesn’t want to touch you. Or fuck you.”
Freminet whimpers. “You touch me.”
“Don’t worry about her, baby. Just focus on me, I’ll make you feel good.”
Freminet begins to argue, but his words turn into a sharp moan as Lyney slides his hand to his brother’s clit and makes him cum.
Lynette slams the knife on the cutting board, too close to her own fingers for Lyney’s comfort. “I’m not going to fuck my little brother.” Her voice is as deadpan as always, but her hands are shaking.
“He wants you to. You won’t do it for him?” Lyney wraps his arms around his twin’s waist and rests his head on your shoulder. “You know he’d like it.”
“It doesn’t matter what he likes. He’s eleven.” Lynette casts a nervous glance to the living room, where Freminet sits occupied by a book. “I’m not going to join you two in your twisted little games.”
“Spoilsport,” Lyney teases.
Lynette wheels around, pushing Lyney back. “Don’t. This isn’t some little magic trick you can play off. I am not going to help you rape our little brother.”
Lyney’s smile fades, his eyes growing dark. “Do not say that. He likes it.”
“He’s eleven!” Lynette hisses. “That’s rape, whether you like it or not.”
Lyney breathes out slowly. His smile returns to his face. “Call the cops on me, then.”
They stare each other down for a tense moment. “Freminet, dinner!”
Freminet curls up into his sister’s side, head tucked against her chest and cold feet pressed against her legs. Lynette’s arm wraps protectively around her little brother’s shoulders, gently stroking his hair. Lyney lies sprawled on his back, hand resting on Freminet’s stomach. He’s snoring softly.
“Lynette?” Freminet whispers. “Are you awake?”
She hums in acknowledgement, turning to face him.
“Why won’t you touch me?”
Lynette sucks in a breath. “You’re my little brother. You’re just a kid. That isn’t good for you. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“It’s not hurting me, it feels good.” Freminet pauses. “Lyney touches me,” he mumbles.
“What Lyney does is wrong.”
“Then why don’t you stop him?”
Lynette pauses. “Go to bed.”
“But Lynette—”
“I said sleep.”
Lyney sits on the couch in the middle of the living room, bouncing Freminet up and down on his cock. Freminet whines loudly as he grips his brother’s thighs.
“In the living room?”
Lyney smiles at Lynette. “You can leave if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Lynette sucks air through her teeth, then sits across from her brothers. She focuses intently on the book in her hand, very clearly making a point to not pay any attention to the spectacle occurring just a few feet away.
Lyney tightens his grip on Freminet’s waist. Freminet moans and grinds down, pussy leaking all over the couch cushions. “Such a messy little boy,” Lyney says, speaking louder than he needs to for Freminet to hear. He watches Lynette’s gaze flick to her brother’s cunt, then immediately turn back to her book. “Moan louder,” he whispers in Freminet’s ear.
On cue, Freminet lets out a long moan, pitching his voice high. The sound is pornographic, and Lyney feels himself grow harder than he thought was possible.
Lyney slips one hand around Freminet’s waist to toy with his clit. His brother’s cunt is soaking, dripping slick across Lyney’s undone shorts. Freminet’s eyes are shut tight, but Lyney is laser focused on Lynette, catching every glance she sneaks. Lyney pulls his hand back from Freminet’s clit. He kneads the boy’s tits instead, pinching his nipples and feeling Freminet clench around his cock.
“Lyney, please,” Freminet begs. “Touch me,” he whines.
“You can get off just from this, can’t you?” Lyney teases, giving a rough tug to his nipples.
“Noooo—”
Lyney cuts him off with a deep thrust into his cunt.
“Please!” Freminet cries. “ ‘m so close!” he slurs.
In a flash, Lynette is sitting on the couch next to her brothers.
“Please, Lynette!” he begs.
Without a word, Lynette slips her hand to Freminet’s clit. He cries and moans, cumming immediately. Lynette keeps touching him through his aftershocks, waiting until Lyney reaches his own orgasm to pull away. Freminet reaches out his hand to touch her cheek, but she pulls back. Lynette leaves, just as silently as she came in.
Freminet is moaning behind the closed bedroom door. Lynette can hear him, but not as clearly as the night before when she was the one to make her little brother come. She pauses outside their shared bedroom, listening closely. He’s calling out. Calling out her name. Lynette can hear Lyney egging him on. She takes a breath and pushes the door open.
Freminet is tied to the bed, vibrator strapped to his leg. Lyney’s sitting at the foot of the bed, jerking himself off. He turns to look at her. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us, baby.”
Freminet raises his head weakly. “Lynette,” he cries.
Before Lynette realizes what she’s doing, she’s pulling off her dress, letting it slide to the floor and crawling on top of Freminet. Her dick is achingly hard. She kisses her little brother deeply, letting her tongue slide into his mouth. He moans around her, trying to raise his hips to rut against her. She pulls the strap tethering the vibrator to his leg off, tossing it towards Lyney. Lynette slides her fingers through Freminet’s folds, his slick dripping down his taint. She wraps the cum-wet hand around her own cock, pumping it once as she aligns it to her brother’s twitching entrance.
She pauses. She can stop now, walk away, pretend this never happened.
“Lynette! Please!”
She slides in all the way, cock head kissing her little brother’s cervix. She moans in sync with Freminet, holding perfectly still so they can both adjust to the sensation. Lynette meets her brother’s eyes. “Okay?”
He nods eagerly.
She begins to thrust, arms barely able to keep her from collapsing onto Freminet’s chest. “You’re so tight, love,” she sighs into his ear.
“Lynette…” he moans, unable to form a coherent thought as his eyes roll back in his head.
Wrapping her hands around her brother’s restrained wrists, Lynette begins to thrust harder, her speed picking up. From the corner of her eye, she sees Lyney’s hand moving faster. She can feel Freminet’s walls start to clench around her, his thighs beginning to shake. She pulls one hand from his wrist to his clit, pressing their chests together as she rubs her fingers across his clit. They come together, perfectly in sync, just as they always are. Lyney moans a second later, working himself through his own orgasm. Lynette stays buried inside Freminet, rubbing his clit absentmindedly until he begins to whimper from the overstimulation. Only then does she slowly pull out, sitting up and undoing the bindings from around his wrists and ankles. Freminet sits up slowly, then leans against Lynette, head against her shoulder. She rubs his back slowly, one hand on the back of his neck.
“Do you love me?”
“I always have.”