Anonymous - She!

As if they hadn't even declared a momentary truce, Billy grabbed my arm with the same level of exuberance he had been demonstrating with his brother a moment before.

"Now quit!" I screamed as he started pulling me down. Marshall took the cue and grabbed my wrist and, though not as effective in holding it as Billy was with his added strength, threw me off balance. Billy growled then, pulling harder until I fell to my knees, twisted sideways and off balance. My long hair fell over my face and obscured even what was happening.

Marshall, who might not be as strong as Billy, was even more wildly active – a state that gained him a draw in most cases with his brother. He jumped onto my shoulder and pressed me down toward the floor in a laughing heap. Frustratingly, Marshall still had one of my arms pinned to my side while Billy held the other. I was on my side with hair obscuring my vision, unable to push it away.

"Boys, stop it!" I said, getting mad.

"Come on, sis," Billy said. "It's okay."

"No! Now let me go and stop it right now!"

"Oh wow!" Billy said from beside me, still holding on to me. "You have really great tits."

"What?" I said. I had a terrible feeling that one of us had accidentally pulled the string that held my bikini top on. At best, it was meant to just barely hold the top on. Wrestling was not the best situation. "Let me go! Right now!"

Instead, he pushed hard and I was on my back with him still holding my arm, the other trapped below his body and his sweaty chest and stomach pressed against my naked breasts.

My body was no longer a major novelty to the boys who had continued to take advantage of quiet moments to get me alone. They seemed to arrange something at least once a week. They continued to come into the shower every now and then and touch and play with my breasts and pussy until I'd come. In return, they asked only that I suck them or beat them off while they kissed me. But they'd been getting increasingly aggressive and less careful in their choices of times and places.

Once they had even gotten me to do it in the field behind the house.

I thought I knew what was coming even as Billy told Marshall to take my bikini bottom off.

"Not now, boys. What if your parents should come in?"

"Oh, they went out just a little while ago," Marshall said as he took his brother's directive to heart and pulled the string on my bikini bottom. "Now lick her, Marsh."

I tried half-heartedly to resist but I was firmly held on my back and I didn't really want to kick Marshall and possibly hurt him. He pushed my knees apart and followed his brother's directive. Mmm. It still felt good to have someone do that.

Billy continued to hold me down though I didn't fight anymore, feeling the younger boy's tongue lapping at my sweaty clit. I was almost at the edge that spelled no return when Billy spoke again. I groaned as I felt Marshall move away. I hadn't really heard what Billy said. Then, in a quick motion, he jumped off me and turned, placing himself between my still spread legs.

"Hold that arm," he said, still holding my other wrist. Then I felt him probing at my pussy. I shook my head and looked down across my naked front to see him pressing his penis into me.

"Billy!" I said less convincingly than I would have wanted. "Don't. You shouldn't." I tried to free myself but couldn't as he plunged easily into me. He'd never done this before. "Billy?" I moaned as he started to ride me wildly. It was different than any similar experience I'd had. Different and exciting.

Then I decided that two could play at this and twisted, pushing him over sideways and ending up on top of him. He still held my wrists though I could look at him below me now, my hair out of my eyes and dangling down over my shoulders and tickling my hard nipples.

I sat back and tried to pull my wrists free but he still held on. His penis was driven very deep into me in the process, though.

"Hey, sis?" I heard behind me from Marshall. "I want to fuck you, too." He had to have everything his brother had.

"You've got to wait your turn," Billy said in his typical big brother tone.

"Huh uh," Marshall said. "Not if I put it in here." He pressed against my asshole with a finger.

"No, Marshall!" I hissed. "That hurts!"

"Well, I know," he said and ran from the room. In a second he was back and squirted some suntan lotion on my ass. Then he took his finger and plunged it into me in a single stroke.

"No!" I screamed. "Don't do that!" But he kept the finger in motion as he giggled with his triumph.

"I'll bet I could fuck you too if I put it in there. Huh?"

"No!" I snapped. "No! Don't you dare."

"Hold on, Billy," he said and I felt him probing at my asshole with his penis. "Hey neat!" he said. Billy pulled my upper body forward a little. "Yeah, that's it," Marshall said. I could feel his legs against my butt.

"Boys!" I said again more quietly. But now I wasn't sure I wanted loose. It felt great. Marshall's arms went around under my ribcage, locking and holding me. I was truly helpless to resist them even if I'd whole-heartedly wanted to.

Then I heard the key in the door and panic surged through me, making me work hard to try to get loose. I don't know whether the boys didn't hear it or didn't care.

"Somebody's coming home!" I hissed. "Let me go." Apparently Billy hadn't heard and just laughed as if that were another ploy to get free. Then I heard Minni at the entry to the family room.

"Oh, wow!" she said. "What are you guys doing?"

"Minni!" I said loudly. "Help me!"

"Hey, Min," Billy said from below me. I looked sideways through my hair and saw her open-mouthed look at us. But instead of doing something to help me or to at least stop Marshall, she just sat down on the couch and stared, her mouth still open.

"They're both fucking you," she said.

"Yes!" I screamed. "Now will you stop them?" She just continued to stare, my frustration level rising. Billy pumped into me again and I moaned. Obviously, Marshall felt it or heard me and started pumping himself into me again with no related speed to Billy's.

Billy moved rather erratically in and out of me with slow strokes. Marshall pumped me like he beat off – fast and frenzied. Then Marshall moved his hand down and started rubbing my clit and, seeing that, Billy released my wrists and grabbed my nipples roughly.

I could only put my head back and feel the result of the double penetration and the manipulation of all my sensitive parts. Marshall suddenly came in my ass and I could feel come there. His first time. That set mine off in a big way, the world going dark for a second before it exploded. Billy was filling my cunt with his young sperm when I could feel my body again.

We all fell into a heaving pile that, I think, took Billy's breath away with the weight on his chest.

"Uncle," he groaned.

"Oh, wow!" was all Minni could say. She hadn't even moved.

Marshall took pity on his brother and pulled free of me and rolled onto his back on the floor next to us. I lifted myself off him and realized immediately that I was leaking down my leg. I ran for the bathroom with my hand over my pussy, trying to hold it in so it wouldn't stain the rug.

I sat in the bathroom for a long time before I was reasonably sure I was not going to leak too badly. The two boys, in combination to my own contributions, had produced a fantastic amount of come.

Since I was nude, I grabbed Minni's robe from the closet before I left the room. The silky robe wasn't terribly effective, belting loose with just a little crisscross and not much length, but it was better than nothing. I grinned as I walked into the family room and saw them.

Again they were wrestling but this time Minni was the prime interest of their efforts and she never had been much good at wrestling. Standing in the middle of the room, Billy held her arms spread, his hands locked behind her neck in a full nelson. Marshall was in front of her, unbuttoning her dress down the front. I already knew what they were going to find since I'd been in the room for a few minutes when she was getting ready to go out with Paul. She'd decided to provide as little obstruction to anything he might want to do as possible. She was wearing only thigh high stockings under the dress.