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!! *