I slammed the front door behind me as I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. My attention was still on my phone. Texting Tyler. Sweet Tyler. Tyler who hadn’t responded to a single message since he’d seen me get fucked by the whole football team in the bleachers.
He’d been so tolerant of this curse. Put up with so much. Shared me with so many guys. But I think I’d pushed things too far. It wasn’t entirely my fault. I didn’t mean to lose control like that. But my pussy just got so hungry and it would drive any man crazy within its vicinity and they would become desperate to have me. And I would be powerless to stop them.
But still - I had hurt him. The one person I had ever loved.
Please. Just talk to me. I love you - I texted.
No response.
I tossed the phone onto my bed and collapsed down next to it, pressing my face into the pillow. It still smelled somewhat boyish. Something that didn’t feel like me anymore.
Not really.
Not since the curse.
Josh Reeves had turned my entire world inside out with one whispered spell.
Now I didn’t even know what I was anymore. I looked like the same guy on the outside, but underneath…
And the only guy who didn’t judge me. Who didn’t treat me like a fuck toy. Who actually loved me for whatever I was… and now I’d lost him.
I miss you. Just say something. Please - I texted.
Still nothing.
My face burned. I turned over, pulling my hoodie tighter around myself. I both hated and loved the way I could feel these voluptuous curves now. My chest had changed. My hips too. It was subtle enough to hide with loose clothes. But I felt it every second. I should have loved having a perfect rack and tight pussy to play with but all I wanted was Tyler.
Another buzz. I snatched my phone, but… just some shitty Instagram notification. I nearly threw it across the room.
The door creaked.
“Jacks?”
I sat up sharply. My heart stopped.
Cliff. My arsehole older brother.
Great.
“I didn’t know you were home,” he said, stepping into the room like he owned it. He had a pizza slice in one greasy, dirty hand and that usual cocky look on his face.
I wiped my eyes fast. “Fuck off!”
He blinked at me, then shut the door behind him anyway. He sat down on the edge of my bed beside me like this was some normal sibling hangout.
“Are you crying?” he asked, voice low.
“What part of ‘fuck off’ didn’t you understand?” I shot back.
He actually laughed. “Settle down. Doesn’t have to be like this.”
I stared at him. “Like what?”
Cliff finished his pizza slice and looked at me… really looked. His eyes narrowed just slightly. “What we did…”
I stiffened. “Please. I can’t not right now…”
To my surprise, he shook his head. “Despite what you think of me, I’m still your brother. Maybe I shouldn’t have done what I did. But maybe take it as a compliment.”
“A compliment?” I asked in disbelief.
“You just got me so hot. My own brother,” he laughed. He rubbed the back of my neck. “But I’ve never seen you upset like this before. What’s going on?”
I looked at him closely - was he making fun of me? This wasn’t the Cliff I knew. But he genuinely seemed concerned. And before I could stop myself… it all came flowing out. I told him all about Tyler. And all the guys I’d let fuck me. And how much I loved Tyler but how I didn’t know how to stop my hungry pussy. How I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he used to smile at me, like I was beautiful, like I was someone. How now I wasn’t sure what I was anymore, and that maybe Tyler saw through it and accepted me. And how I’d hurt him and now he had gone silent and probably wouldn’t ever speak to me again and I’d end up some freak with nobody to love and lost the best guy there ever was.
I expected Cliff to laugh, or scoff, or say something brutal the way he used to when we were kids.
But he just sat there, arms folded, grease still on his knuckles, brow furrowed as he absorbed it all.
When I finally stopped talking, throat raw and hands shaking, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. It was oddly comforting even though my face was buried in his musky, sweaty armpit. To be honest, he smelt pretty damn great.
Finally he said, “Jacks, Tyler loves you. But he’s probably scared. He thought he was a straight guy and now he’s suddenly fallen in love with his best mate. Not only that but this mate’s got the hungriest snatch in town and he probably doesn’t know where he stands. Watching you get pounded by all his mates is kinda humiliating. I mean, I reckon he can deal with you being a slut but don’t flaunt it in front of him. Make him feel special. Let him know he’s the only guy for you where it counts. I’m sure he wants you back. Hell - nobody can resist you.”
It was the most I’d ever heard Cliff speak at once. I sat there, shocked. Why was my brother being so kind?
“You really believe that?” I asked, timidly.
He cupped my face in his hand as he grinned. “I’m your straight brother and I still want to fuck you. What does that say about you?”
I blushed, enjoying the compliment.
He looked deeply into my eyes, “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what… you horny slut.” We both laughed. "Now I think you need to go over to his house and tell him how you feel, face to face. Don’t hide anymore.”
I smiled, “OK”.
He grinned back at me. “But before you do…” He gently leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
I was stunned. My own brother… kissing me…?
I stared into his eyes and thought about the different life we could have had as brothers if we’d just been this nice to each other all our lives. I’d spent so long hating him - his smirk, his insults, his knockdowns. But now, sitting inches apart on my bed, I could see it in his eyes that the tension between us wasn’t hatred; it never had been. It was something hotter, messier, something I didn’t have a name for until he whispered my name like it meant something.
And then he kissed me again - sudden, desperate, urgent. And I kissed him back. Because all that fire, all that noise between us, had always been love in disguise, even though neither of us had wanted to admit it until now.
“One last time?” he whispered hotly, “before I give you back to him?”
I nodded, not wanting to let my brother go. His mouth smashed against mine as his tongue invaded my throat. His hands were in my hair, on my waist, everywhere at once. I clutched at his shirt, ripping it off as he pulled off mine until we were bare skin against skin. I pulled him closer, needing more… more of his warmth, more of the way he made everything else fall away. Our bodies pressed together like they were made to fit. It was messy and heated, my heart pounding so loud I could barely think. But God, I didn’t want it to stop.
“Holy shit!” he gasped as he explored my tits, laying me back so he could suckle on them passionately. I could hear him undoing his belt and jeans, releasing his thick cock, ready to mate with his little brother again.
He yanked my pants down and dove between my thighs, devouring my slit. I groaned and clutched onto his hair as he opened my soft moist fleshy cunt lips with his tongue before suckling on my clitoris.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped. I looked down and realised the football team’s loads were dribbling out of me, forming a small puddle on the bed. “You weren’t kidding about letting the whole team fuck you, hey?”
He looked up at me and grinned, his face flushed and sweaty. “If only you’d had this pussy when we were growing up,” he laughed before rising up on top of me and kissing me passionately. “We never would have got a good nights sleep.”
I nodded as we gazed into each others eyes, loving our new connection. “Thank you, Cliff.” And I meant it. I was so grateful for how my brother was making me feel right now.
I gasped as my brother’s meaty shaft plunged into my wet hole, not stopping until his pubes were pressed against mine. A look of euphoria crossed his face as my vaginal walls tightened around his cock - “oooohhhhhhh yeeeeaaaahh,” he groaned.
He pulled his throbbing rod back a few inches then pushed it all the way back inside me, slowly rotating his hips just the littlest bit to feel my edges. We both looked down to watch his baby maker plunging in and out of me, drawing all those jock loads out with it.
“I thought we weren’t gonna do this again!!”
Cliff and I both gasped as we realised our Dad was standing in the doorway, watching our sweaty fuck. It was hard to tell if he was truly angry or not but the hard-on tenting his pants suggested he wasn’t that upset.
Cliff slowed his thrusts but still kept deep-kicking me as he smirked, “Jacks needed a bit of cheering up so I thought I’d give him some brotherly love. But I bet he needs some love from his old man too!”
“Is that so?” said Dad as he slowly walked into the room, palming the erection struggling to break free of his trousers. His eyes were fixed on my breasts, still wet from Cliff’s saliva. Dad dropped to his knees and suckled on my nipples like a baby being reunited with his mother. Cliff and I exchange a grin at how much of a tit man Dad obviously was as Cliff went back to fucking me in earnest.
“How do you like ‘em, Dad,” I whispered as Dad’s tongue circled my areolas.
He looked up at me, caught in the hazy fever of lust. “I don’t know whether you’re my son or daughter anymore. All I know is I love you, Jackson. Never forget that.”
Tears sprung to my eyes. I never in my wildest dreams expected to receive such unconditional love and support from both my brother and father after all these years. Was it part of the curse or just them finally being honest in my hour of need? I didn’t want to ask. I just surrendered as Dad moved in, kissing me passionately on the lips, his tongue exploring my mouth as we made out like high school sweethearts. Cliff brought his face close to ours and soon it was an intense three-way pash between the Wright men.
We finally broke off our kiss as Dad stood up, unleashing his meaty daddy dick. I opened wide and sucked Dad right to the back of my throat, enjoying having the meat that made me deep inside my gullet.
Cliff’s fuck pace increased as his pelvic bone smashed into my pussy again and again, going deeper inside me. I spread my legs wider to give him better access as I pushed my hips forward to meet him with each thrust. My hands gripped onto his hips and thighs, enjoying feeling my brother’s chiseled tight body.
This went on for nearly ten minutes, my brother and father both sliding into me in perfect rhythm, using my body for their pleasure when I came up with a cheeky idea.
“You know, Dad. I’ve got another hole that’s available…”
Dad’s eyes lit up as he caught my drift. Cliff looked like a kid on Christmas morning at the thought.
“Fuck, son. Your mother’s never let me do that to her,” he whimpered, aroused by the idea.
“Well let’s do it quick before I change my mind,” I said with a grin.
“How do we do this?” Dad asked, looking vulnerable and confused by the situation.
I swapped places with Cliff so he was lying on his back and then slowly straddled him, guiding his throbbing pole into my tingling cunt. This left my asshole open and exposed, ready for Dad to claim. I looked back over my shoulder at my speechless father. “Just take it slow, Daddy”.
He nodded as his cock led him over to me, like a magnet.
“UHHH!!” Dad and I both groaned loudly as he pushed his thick shaft into my asshole, slowly pushing in every inch until he was completely buried in me.
I’ve never felt so full. My brother was deep in my cunt while Dad was balls deep in my ass. The electricity between the three of us was intense as our hands roamed all over each other (mainly on my tits) as we explored each others bodies. I held onto my brother’s pecs for balance as I was rocked back and forth between their rock-hard cocks.
“Urhh… uhh…mmm..” my brother grunted, clearly enjoying the sight of his little brother getting ass-fucked by his old man.
I could hear Dad moaning in my ear, clearly enjoying the ride as he kept gasping “oh god oh god oh god” over and over.
Suddenly I heard a soft cry. The three of us stopped and turned - my mother was standing in the doorway! She watched in grief-stricken horror as her son got fucked, not only by his brother but also by his father and her husband! Not only that - my tits were bigger than hers too! She backed out of the room with a sob.
“Beth!” called my Dad after her. We stayed frozen for a moment unsure of what to do now.
“Should we…?” I volunteered, ready to climb off my brother’s cock.
“Well the damage is done now,” said my Dad. “We better hurry up and finish so I can take care of her.” And with that, he kept thrusting into my guts, determined to get his nut off.
“Niiiice,” laughed Cliff as he went back to thrusting. “But if we’re gonna continue, I wanna try Jackson’s ass.”
We quickly swapped positions with all three of us lying on my bed. Dad lay in front of me while Cliff embraced me from behind and they both slide into my holes.
Our arms were wrapped around each other and I kept turning my head from left to right, alternating between kissing my brother and father. It felt so good to make love with them both, enjoying the bond we shared that hopefully my mother would one day understand and forgive us for. Dad couldn’t stop playing with my breasts - fuck he loved them - while Cliff pulverised my asshole.
I clenched down both my cunt and ass muscles determined to milk those loads out of them and it didn’t take long before they were both whimpering and groaning as they reached their climaxes.
“I’m gonna cum, bro!” shouted Cliff.
“Me too!” cried Dad.
“AAARRGGGGHH!” they both cried, so loud I’m sure Mom would be able to hear downstairs, as I felt them pulsing inside me, flooding my insides with their pearly white cum.
We lay there together, a sweaty heap of limbs, not wanting to let each other go.
Cliff kissed me on the back of the neck. I turned to him and smiled. “Thanks, Cliff.”
“Anytime,” he said. “And just remember, Tyler’s one lucky guy. Make sure you let him know how much you care for him.”
I kissed him gently on the lips. “I will.”
We gently extricated our sweaty bodies from each other. I looked over at Dad. “What about…?”
“Don’t worry,” he said as he patted me on the butt. “I’ll take care of your mother.”
I quickly pulled on my clothes and raced out the door, jumping on my bike to cycle to Tyler’s as fast as I could.
I banged on his front door as loudly as I could. “Tyler??!” I called out, desperate to see him. I rang the doorbell, again and again.
Finally the door opened. It was Peter.
He grinned as he saw me, “Look who it is.”
But I didn’t have time to be nice or play any of his games. I pushed straight past him, running downstairs to Tyler’s room, barging in without knocking.
Tyler looked up from his laptop, stunned. “Jackson, what are you…”
But I silenced him as I kissed him passionately, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into me. His momentary surprise gave way as he relaxed into my kiss and soon he was holding me tightly as we moaned into each others’ mouths, desperate to get as close to each other as we could.
We kissed almost without a breath for 2 minutes before I pulled my lips away. “Tyler, I love you! I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to control myself but I care about you more than you know and you’re the only one I want to be with. I need you to know that. I want to be with you no matter what and I know I’ve probably fucked everything up and you hate me now but you’re the most wonderful…”
“Jackson,” he silenced me with a smile. “I still love you. I really do. But do you really want to be with me?”
My eyes filled with tears yet again. “More than you’ll ever know.”
He pulled me in close and rested his forehead against mine. “Then let’s be together. Always.” And he kissed me so passionately and so lovingly and held me as if he would never let me go.
TO BE CONTINUED
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