My Three Bro's Upon Me (mmF teen inc)

A Story by Yonny Love (citruslove12@yahoo.com)

All Right Reserved to ©Yonny Love, 2005

There can never be a greater joy for a sister, than
to see her younger siblings happy.

We had always used to be unique, my three brothers
and me, the way we've always protected one another
and played together, while all our other friends had
used to distinguish themselves from their siblings
as much as possible.

I'm the eldest among us, and was 17 year old when it
had all started to take on quite a different shape. My
14 year old Brother, Stevan, was quite like every
other teenage boy his age, loved playing basketball,
watching too much TV, reading horror stories and
sneaking to dark cinemas, where they were showing
porn-flicks 24/7. Most of those were incredibly boring,
so I'd overheard him telling our 12 year Brother, Otho,
just ugly, used-up whores sucking old people, and
sometimes licking each other's breasts – which he had
liked somewhat better. So I guess the "usual" elder sister
would just have acted, as if she'd never heard a bit of
that conversation, or else would have been freaked off
big time. Me, on the other hand, have had somewhat
different a plan in my wildy head.

But guess it's time to stop, and describe us to you –
I, Julia, the eldest, am 17 year old, have rather short,
never-tidy brown hair, which goes down till the middle
of my ears, green cat-eyes and I wear eye-glasses.
Stevan, 14, has dark blond hair, green eyes (greener
than mine) and is very muscular. Otho, 12, looks pretty
much like him, apart of that he isn't so muscular. And,
last but NOT least, Alex, our 8 year old baby-brother,
has dark brown hair, eyes the colour of honey and he
wears eye-glasses, too, though much thinner than my
own. All my three Bro's are very, very thin (I, on the
other hand, am a little chubby… but ONLY a little,
don't you DARE thinking otherwise!) and all four of us
have freckled noses and tiny dimples – while Stevan's
are the most beautiful, for my opinion however; he
likes MINE better…

So, now – back to my story. So, it so happen, that just
two days after that small conversation, my handsomest
brother won a basketball tournament among all students
of his age-level in town (he's the captain of his team).
So, being his loving elder sister, I was determined to give
him a gift he shall cherish – and walked straight on to the
hottest, coolest sex-store in town.

There, I bought him a magnificient collection, of no less
than 18 porn-movies, all hot, all perverted, all dealing
with subjects he could never have witnessed at the local
porn-theatres: incest, orgies with teenagers, school
gang-bangs and even one with "shocking rape-scenes",
as the label on its cover had promised.

Boy, you should have seen his face when he had
received it! Pure joyfullness. The guy had just a bunch
of lanterns, installed at each of his Lovely cat-eyes. He
kissed me on my left cheek, holding me tight – and
then, I felt his penis stands up, at full attention. I had
said nothing, just kissed both his cheeks, his cutie nose
and his sexy forehead, smiled broadly at him and said,
"congratulations sexy bro… with this, you shall become
a man".

And THEN I had kissed his lips, his masculin, full pink
lips - and let go. And he turned, sent me another kiss
through the air – and went off, happy beyond all words,
to watch all tapes at the privacy of his room (our
parents are very well off, so each of us kids has a
private compartment of a large room, a washroom and
a big-screen TV, plus DVD and a VCR).

The walls at our Home are all sound-proof, so I couldn't
have guessed, which films was my handsomest brother
watching at any given time – but I knew this: he WILL,
pretty soon, share it with all of us. That's the way he's
been, the way that all of us have always been: always
sharing everything with one another. That's the source
of all real joys in life… right?

And, needless to say of course, I was not mistaken.

Already that following night, I heard a knock on my
door. I got up to open it, and there stood Stevan, all
smile, hugged me tightly and invited me, via a warm,
tempful whisper into my left ear, to come to his room
and "enjoy a feast". Of course, I had soon came and
saw, that Otho was already there, shirtless, and his
dick in his right hand. And – Boy, Was He Handsome!!

I took off my robe as soon as I'd heard the door closed
behind me; and then, stark nakied, I had kneeled infront
of my almost nude, twelve year old brother – and
reached my mouth toward his thin masculinity…


* To Be Continued!! *