Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. sandwich Today, was my turn. I could hardly wait. Thank goodness for modern alarm-clocks. one of the old- fashioned kind would have woke everybody up. The gentle "beep- beep" of the electronic alarm was enough to get me up, without waking anybody else. Particularly my parents. Even though they sleep at the other end of the house, one of those old clangers would probably been audible even down there. We certainly didn't want that. I groaned, and tried to force my eyes open, until I remembered that it was my turn. . . I'd better hurry. Opening the bedroom door, I checked to make sure that our parents weren't up and about yet; (They rarely were, this early in the morning.) and then slipped into the bathroom to get ready. First a douche, then an enema. I made sure I did a complete job of washing out my bottom; even though I don't like enemas. (I understand that SOME people do.) I still remember the times that I didn't, when it was my turn. . . Ick! On the other hand, it wasn't as bad as some people think. I flushed myself three times to be sure; and checked to make sure the water ran clean afterwards. I used the salt-water douche that my big brother taught me how to make. About a teaspoon of salt to a quart of water, and just a drop of liquid anti-bacterial soap. (To find out how much salt to use, you do it "to taste." That is, you add salt until you can't taste the water. If you taste the salt, then you've added too much, and need more water. Jake says that make a "neutral-saline solution" whatever that means.) I do this with water that I've boiled, and let cool. Anyway, so much for the mechanics. Anyway, I cleaned out both holes, and then took a shower so that I would be as clean outside for my brothers, as I was inside. When I finished showering, I found that all that water running made me have to pee. Damn. I had already douched; and it's not good to do it too much. Oh well; pee is pretty clean anyway; unlike poop. I was just settling down to go, when Jerry came in. He wasn't surprised to see me naked; we all go naked in the mornings. . . Even our parents. "Hi, Sis," he said; taking in my nudity with an appreciative glance. "You about ready?" "Uhuh," I said; then added, "And I can see that you are too." Looking pointedly at his erect prick as I did so. Jerry had the grace to blush. "It's just a piss-hard," he mumbled. "Though with you there, I'll NEVER be able to piss," he added as a sidewise compliment. This time, it was my turn to blush. "C'mere, Big Brother," I told him. When Jerry got close enough, I leaned out and sucked on his prick, while I finished my pee. No, not enough to get him off; just enough to be friendly, and keep him from hurting while he waited for me to get off. By sucking him, the REAL hard-on it gave him kept him from having to pee while I did; and besides, he enjoyed it. So did I. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Even if he HAD peed in my mouth, it wouldn't have been all THAT bad. . . He's done it before, and I'm not dead yet. I didn't suck too hard though. As I said, I didn't want to accidentally get him off, and spoil my turn later. I finally finished peeing myself, and got up; grabbed a towel; and left my big brother to do his own job. I grinned, because I could see the kid was having a hard time of it as I left. I guess being sucked by his little sister had gotten him so hard he couldn't do the job he came in for. I went back to my room, and checked myself over. "Pretty good," I thought. At thirteen, my hips were just starting to swell, and my breasts, while not large, had a nice swell to them that I knew all the boys liked. A clear complexion didn't hurt either. Thank goodness I didn't have zits, like my cousin Mary! How her brothers. . . Well, never mind. . . Not my business. I looked at my shoulder-length hair, and liked that too. Brown, almost black, it fell straight to my shoulders. Some girls cry when their hair's straight. I used to be disappointed that I didn't have "naturally curly hair" until my brothers all made it clear that they like my straight hair better. Jake showed me this picture of a girl with hair halfway down her back, and the other boys all agreed with him when they said THAT was sexy! I've let my hair grow three inches since then, and I'm not going to stop until it reaches the floor. It's a little bother, (like right now.) but it's worth it. I finished combing and brushing, and checked myself over. No makeup, but just a dab of cologne, and I was ready. OOPS! I almost forgot. I dashed back into the bathroom, and brushed my teeth; following it up with minty mouthwash. I wanted my breath to be as fresh as the rest of me. Does this sound like a lot of trouble to go to? Not really. I LIKE feeling sexy for my brothers. . . Especially, when it's my turn. I suppose you're all wondering what this "turn" business is. Well, you'll find out in just a second. When I was satisfied with my looks and smell, I headed back to bed. Only I passed my room, and went on into the boys' bedroom, and climbed in with them. My brothers share what used to be the "master" bedroom in the house, with a big kingsize bed, and their own bathroom. This is funny. Because the boys have their own bathroom, I get to have the "main" bathroom all to myself, while they have to share the smaller one. Well. . . Sometimes one of my brothers will share the main bathroom with me, but mostly I have it to myself. . . Unless I invite one of them to share it with me. There's nothing like "sharing" a tub with one of your own handsome brothers to "save water." <Giggle.> Taking a shower together is fun; but you should see what we do in the Jaccuzi- tub! Mmmmm. Still, that's not what this story is about. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- As I said, I headed back to bed; only this time I passed my room up, and got into bed with my three brothers. Yeah, stark- naked. . . And all three of my brothers were naked too. Didn't I mention before that we all go naked in the mornings? Well, none of us wears anything to bed at night either. At least my brothers and I don't. Sometimes Mother wears this silky thing she calls a "chemise" to bed, and even sometimes around the house. I'd kind of like to get one myself, because I think it makes her look sexier than if she's naked. Of course, the last thing I really need, is to get my brothers more excited at the sight of my body. . . On the other hand, if I do, then maybe they would let me have my "turn" more often. No. . . Jake always insists that we take our turns, and I suppose that's only fair. This way we each work that much harder when it's not our turn, so that when it IS our turn we know the others will do the same. If one of us hogged the system, then we'd lose our incentive. I guess our big brother knows what he's doing. Of course, he always did. Even that first time, when I came in and found my brothers as tightly coupled together as sardines in a can, he hadn't chased me out like the two younger boys had wanted to; telling them that it could be as much fun with a girl, as with boys alone. And it had been. Now Jerry and Mike would no more think of leaving me out than I would think of doing it alone. Oh, not that I've got anything against masturbation, since Jake showed us all how to do it. . . It's just not NEAR so much fun as doing it with one or more of your brothers. And since at least one of my brothers was always willing, then why should I have to do it myself? With this comforting thought, I lifted the covers and snuggled into bed with my brothers. Jake moved over to let me get in between him and Mike, and I promptly fell asleep again; this time comfortably "sandwiched" between my brothers. Such a comforting thing to do; with your big brother's cock sliding along the crack or your ass, while his big hand cups your developing titty. Then, to have your little brother's prick poking you between the legs, while your other tit rubs against his chest, is so soothing. We were still all tired from the night before, so we went back to sleep. It may be crowded with all four of us in the same bed, (Which is ONE reason I still sleep in my own bed. . . The other being our parents.) but it's sure cozy. Too bad that kingsize is the biggest bed they make. It must have been about an hour later, that we all started to wake up. First Mike then Jake, and finally Jerry had to get up and go pee, before climbing back into bed. We still had about an hour before our parents got up though. Plenty of time. By the time Jerry got back, we were all awake, with both my brother's thick pricks sliding between my legs; leaving drools of pre-cum lubricating us for what was to come. (Or is that, "What was to 'cum'? <Giggle.>) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- When Jerry got back, he happily took the third spot, as we shifted around in bed to make room for him. Then we started. First, I captured Jake's big prick between my cunny lips; rubbing it back and forth until his lubrication and mine allowed him slip halfway up inside me. Then, Mike slid in behind me. Since I don't get slippery back there, and Jake was already using my front-hole, Mike had to use a little saliva to mix with his pre-cum, before he could get inside my ass. I let out an "Oof!" as he slid home in me. I always like Mike to be first in my ass, so I get used to it before my other brothers' big pricks stuff me. That's why we usually start in this order, when it's my turn.