Note: All characters are over 18 years of age. Special thanks to my beta reader oldnakeddad.

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My brother (Roger) and I (Em) lived in the same house. One night, Roger, his boyfriend (Scott) and I were all sitting on the couch. Scott was gorgeous, of course. My brother wouldn’t settle for anything less and my brother wasn’t ugly, either.

My brother was the definition of tall dark and handsome. He was six feet, two inches tall and his dark brown hair was clipped short, but it still grazed his brow. His eyes were a chocolate brown with specks of amber and I loved the way his muscles were filled out. I also loved his face…especially when he smiled at me.

Sometimes, if I could catch him, I’d secretly watch Roger coming out of the shower so I could take a quick look at his naked body, it was nothing anyone could say anything bad about, and I’d wondered if he’d watched me coming out of the shower, too!

I loved his chest and stomach, a slight spatter of hair on each. His stomach was a perfect six pack with a V leading down. When he’d started dating guys, he told everyone he was he gay. The entire town seemed to know so my secret crush, on my brother, was crushed, but I knew something else about him, too…he still fooled around with women! I’d see them when he’d sneak them in through his window. He’d sneak the men in, too. I couldn’t figure kaynarca şişman escort out why he was sneaking them in, but he seemed to be more careful with the men, which made no sense to me. Sometimes, when I was home, his window would creak or he’d stumble and I would, of course, go to the hallway and look. I could see into his room and I’d always see him with a woman, but I’d never see the men. He’d simply wink at me and shut the door so seeing him with another man was both strange and thrilling!

“I’m getting another beer. Does anyone else want one?” my brother announced as he held up an empty.

“Yeah, please,” Scott said with a smile as he handed his empty to my brother and turned to look at me.

“How about you, Em?”

I froze as Scott’s gaze was almost predatory.

“Yes, definitely,” I sputtered.

I thrust my can towards empty air, not able to stop looking at Scott, and felt it leave my hand. As soon as my brother left, Scott began lazily trailing his hand down his shirt then up before allowing it to trail back down, again. My body felt like it was on overload as I watched him.

Scott was the opposite of my brother. His eyes were turquoise with flecks of gold and his blonde hair was shaggy and draping over his ears. He was also closer to my height, maybe five feet, eleven inches, at the most, whereas kurtköy escort I was five feet, nine inches.

“So, Em. Don’t you have anything better to do, on a Saturday night, than chaperone your brother on a date?”

He grinned a ‘the cat ate the canary’ type of grin at me.

“No. I wasn’t feeling good, earlier, so I decided to stay home,” I quickly replied as he continued to smile.

“What do you feel like doing tonight?” he asked.

His grin never wavered and his hand didn’t stop as I watched it trail from the top of his chest to the top of his pants. I wasn’t stupid! I could read between the lines! He wanted to fuck me but my brother was there, too, and Scott was my brother’s first and foremost.

“Whatever you guys want to do. I suppose we’ll watch this movie and go to bed.”

“Well, that’s too bad! I’m sure Roger and I can find a much better use for you!”

Everything seemed to stop. My mouth went dry and blood drained from my face. My first thought was, ‘What?’ Then, ‘Wait. Does he know how I feel about my brother? Maybe he’s talking about having another person for cards? That has to be it.’

“Uh, what?”

That was the only response I could manage to muster as he chuckled and smiled, knowingly, at me.

“Don’t act so surprised. Haven’t you wondered where Roger is?”

“He’s getting kurtköy escort bayan us beers!”

As I said it, I realized he’d been gone for quite a while so I quickly looked towards the kitchen, but couldn’t see anything.

“He’s not there! He’s waiting for my text to tell him yes or no!”

Scott laughed.

“Yes or no? What does that mean?”

I wasn’t sure why my mind was reeling as Scott laughed, again.

“I thought you understood, but okay. ‘Yes’ means Roger and I get to fuck you until you’re begging us to stop! ‘No’ means we’ll finish the movie and go to bed…you, alone but Roger and I, together. I really hope you’ll say yes. Please, say yes. You’re hot and I’d love to fuck you and I know Roger wants to, also!”

My mouth dropped open. I’d thought Scott would want us to fuck but I’d never dreamed of a threesome! I thought ‘yes’ would mean Scott and me and ‘no’ would mean we’d all just go to bed to sleep. Hundreds of times, I’ve felt energized from the thought of having Scott inside of me, if my brother said it was okay, but both of them at the same time! There must’ve been something about the way I looked because Scott continued to smile his gorgeous smile and beckoned me over.

“Please, come and sit with me. If you don’t want to do anything, you can always leave.”

My mouth was dry. I slowly stood and stepped towards him. I ‘wanted’ to tell him to text ‘yes’ but I couldn’t make my mouth work. I stopped in front of him and he slid to a sitting position, at the edge of the cushion, with his legs on either side of mine. One of his hands trailed, lightly, up my side, making me gasp.

“Please? Tell me I can text Roger, ‘yes’!”