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PART 1 - THE FIRST SEX DAYS OF THE NEW YEAR
CHAPTER 1 - THE NEW YEAR BEGINS
Saturday December 31, 2016
This coming year was going to be big for Trisha. First, and most importantly, it was the year she would cross the threshold from fourteen to fifteen years old. Trisha had decided that fifteen sounded much more mature than fourteen. It was practically eighteen, which meant she would practically be an adult. With that in mind, it was time she got rid of her bad habits and started more good ones.
Christmas was over, and with New Year"s Day looming, Trisha"s Facebook feed was filled with her friends" lists of resolutions for the coming year. Trisha was sure that half of them would fail by February. Conveniently forgetting that she herself had not kept even the three resolutions she set last year, Trisha set out to write an even more ambitious list.
Trisha checked back over the lines of text and nodded to herself. Very mature, she decided. If her parents noticed, it might even go towards convincing them that she was old enough to babysit, to start earning money of her own.
1: Instead of getting mad, I"ll count to ten.
2: Don"t be a fussy eater.
3: Never stay out late without calling mom.
4: Stop sharing any gossip.
5: Jog one mile every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
A very respectable list, and number two was ambiguous enough to allow her some wiggle room if she needed to cheat. Trisha had almost not typed that one at all. Trisha had always HATED vegetables and several types of fruit. But now that she was almost nearly close to being an adult, maybe it was time to leave her childhood behind.
Sunday January 1, 2017
“New Year!!!”
Trisha snorted indelicately and jerked awake, half-sitting up in her bed before realizing what was going on and flopping back down. The sources of the high pitched cry were Chase and Charlie, Trisha"s twelve-year-old twin brothers. They were only two years younger than the teenager, but they acted like toddlers: they were loud, selfish, and easily distracted by shiny things. To make matters worse, they had curly sandy blond hair that framed their cute faces, which got them out of trouble more often than not. Maybe because their looks gave them an even younger appearance, the twins were not allowed to stay up until midnight, even on New Year"s Eve. They got revenge, every year, by waking the whole family up early on New Year"s Day. They were too old to jump on Trisha"s bed this year but they had been sure to stand right next to it when they acted as her alarm clock.
“God! Get out of my-” Trisha began heatedly. Then, mid-sentence, her mind became… squishy. Trying to form words, let alone thoughts, was like trying to make a sculpture out of water. Everything drained away even as she tried to set her mind in order. Trisha"s eyes lost focus as words flew unbidden to her lips. In a musical voice, a completely opposite tone from the one she had begun the sentence with, Trisha finished, “Get out of those pants, you sexy boys.”
As soon as Trisha had begun raising her voice, the twins" eyes glazed over as well. Now they wore the same vacant smiles as their older sister. The twins were in mixed-and-matched Christmas pajamas: Chase wore a long sleeved red t-shirt dotted with green Christmas while Charlie wore the matching cotton pants; Chase wore green drawstring pants decorated with candy canes whose paired shirt was on Charlie. Moving in unison, the boys bent at the waist to slide their pants and boxers down to their ankles. Puberty was making half-hearted overtures towards the twins, giving them a bit of muscular definition despite their still childish voices and the remains of baby fat rounding their cheeks.
“Get the curl out of those candy canes,” Trisha chided her little brothers, rolling back her blanket and swiveling on her bed so that she was sitting up, facing them. The boys reached between their legs and began happily rubbing their fingers along their three-inch members. For inspiration, Trisha pulled off the white t-shirt she slept in, letting her brothers see her half-lemon breasts standing out perkily from her lean chest. The candy canes quickly straightened into five inches of twitching meat.
Trisha slid from her bed, wearing only her socks and the blue cotton pants that served as her pajama bottoms in the winter. She knelt gracefully at her brothers" feet, her eyes level with their erections. She dipped her head forward, ignoring the annoyance of her unbound brown hair sweeping over her face, and took Chase"s dick delicately between her lips. She pressed upwards with her tongue, applying pressure as her little brother slid into her mouth, until his scrotum met her chin. For one minute, she sucked him off with the skill of a seasoned whore, using techniques she had never practiced or even learned. Chase"s cock was hot in her mouth and Trisha somehow knew her brother was about to cum already. She opened her mouth and pulled her head away, looking up. Despite his empty eyes, frustration was clear on the boy"s face.
Chase started to thrust his young cock back towards her mouth but Trisha had already turned and begun enveloping Charlie"s dick between her pursed lips. Charlie was more active than his twin, grinding against Trisha"s face as she sucked him off. He also approached climax faster, maybe as a result of seeing his brother given head by their sister first. Trisha pulled her head away again, before Charlie could cum. His precum was already mixing with her saliva and Trisha knew she had missed the eruption by seconds. As it was, Charlie"s whole body was tensing with the effort of holding back his ejaculation and Trisha half-expected it to end up in her hair.
Trisha had Chase"s cock back in her mouth when she felt a pair of hands on her head, twining with her hair. Charlie turned her head roughly back to his crotch and forced his twitching dick back into her mouth. Trisha could not look up but she heard grunting as the boys jostled each other, almost pulling Charlie"s member from her lips. Then things went quiet for a moment before Charlie"s hands, still on his sister"s head, turned her slightly. A second cock wormed its way between her lips. Trisha went cross-eyed looking at both of the twins" shafts angled inward, into her mouth. They slid against each other even as they pistoned in and out of her mouth. Trisha lathered each one with her tongue as best she could but her mouth mostly became a receptacle for her brothers" thrusting.
Chase came first, his erection pulsing hotly as it spewed string after string of semen towards Trisha"s throat. Charlie followed a few seconds later, perhaps pushed over the edge by the feeling of his twin"s cum filling their sister"s mouth. Charlie still had a firm grip on Trisha"s hair and pulled her forcefully against him as he came, aiming as far back in her throat as he could. Chase"s dick pulled free from his sister"s lips and painted her left cheek with the spunk still dribbling from its tip. After Charlie let go of Trisha"s head, the boys stooped to pull their pants and underwear back up, heedless of the streaks of cum still on their deflating cocks. Their eyes regained focus and they appeared normal once more, although they made no comment about their topless sister kneeling in front of them.
The twins, dressed in their mismatched pajamas, headed to the door of Trisha"s room to wake the rest of the family. As they left, they called back in unison, “Happy New Year, Trisha.”
Trisha stood up but made no move to put her shirt back on or even swallow the cum that she had kept carefully in her mouth. Instead, she picked up her cell phone from her nightstand and took a selfie. Then she sat at her computer, pinching her nipples distractedly while she waited for it to boot up. When she logged in, she swallowed the luke-warm semen in her mouth in two gulps. A few clicks of her mouse brought her to Facebook, where she changed her profile picture. Then she found her status post from the day before.
1: Instead of getting mad, I"ll give head.
2: Don"t be a fussy eater.
3: Never stay out late without calling mom.
4: Stop sharing any gossip.
5: Jog one mile every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
The status had twelve likes, from her close circle of friends who had all been posting their own lists of resolutions. No one had commented on it. Trisha clicked the link to add a comment and typed, “Just gave my little bros their first blow jobs #coolbigsis.” When she finished, the fog lifted from Trisha"s mind and she became more animated. Her eyes scanned her latest post but she did not register anything unusual. As she clicked the button to close the browser, the last thing she saw was her new profile picture: herself, topless, on her knees with her mouth open, and with a puddle of her little brothers" spunk intermingling over her tongue.