FINN:

    Even before my brother Mason officially came out, we all kinda knew he was gay so there was no big hoopla around it. As triplets, we were each other's best friends, especially when we were little. But then, as we grew older and began to make friends outside of the house, Wyatt and I naturally veered toward other boys, whereas Mason really liked to make friends with girls as well. This really played into Wyatt's and my advantage later on in middle school, when we got to meet more girls through our gay brother and eventually start dating some of them. 

    Unfortunately, Mason didn't have the same dating prospects that Wyatt and I had. Every now and then he'd meet another boy our age who was openly gay, but then the expectation for them to hook up was so big that it made things awkward. I, on the other hand, often felt like I had to "compete" with my brother Wyatt. We might be near identical, but Wyatt was the bigger jock by a mile. When it came to impressing girls, my humor and charm got me pretty far, but nowhere near as far as my brother's banging body got him.

    So, I would be lying if I said a part of me wasn't jealous of Wyatt. I got plenty of chances to see him in his underwear or naked (we were never shy around the house) and my eyes always lingered on his abs and glutes longer than I'd like to admit. Especially as we got older, and all of our bodies – but especially Wyatt's! – moved from boy to man territory.

    When adolescence arrived and the three of us suddenly had pubes, I caught Wyatt running a comb through his in the bathroom a few times. I teased him but he didn't seem to care, just saying that he wanted to "look nice all over." Soon after that he started manscaping, and seemed to prefer keeping things cropped close down there. About a year later, I was shaving in the shower and decided to see how it felt to be smooth down below. It was awesome, as it turned out, and I'd kept that up ever since. The first time Wyatt saw my hairless crotch, he just smiled big and said "nice haircut, bro... maybe I should try that sometime." But as far as I've noticed, he hasn't done that yet.

    Wyatt's physique also did wonders for his confidence. I wasn't particularly shy, but Wyatt was damn near cocky at times! That's why I wasn't even all that surprised when one day, on our drive home from school, Wyatt pulled his dick out and began jerking off right there in the backseat, with Mason and me sitting in the front of the car! I could tell Wyatt was trying to be discreet about it, but he was nowhere nearly as stealthy as he thought he was! Mason was the one driving so he wasn't paying attention, but I kept my eyes on the rearview mirror and an amused grin on my face. "He's really going for it!" I thought to myself in amused bewilderment. 

    The three of us had discovered jerking off around the same time, and we often joked about it, especially since we'd often catch one another back when we all shared a room. It was no big deal, but I couldn't remember any of us ever being so horny that we'd just start stroking with the other two in the same room – let alone in the same car!

    Now, with Wyatt's brazen backseat wank, my options were to call him out on it and make him look like a horny fool, or just zip my lip and enjoy the show. I went with the latter, mostly out of curiosity to see just how far my hunky brother would take things. Was he intending on edging while sexting with whatever girl was on his phone, and then blowing a load as soon as we got home? He wouldn't actually do it in the car, and cum right there, would he??

    Well… turns out he would! I had to bite my lip to hold back from laughing out loud as I saw Wyatt bust a nut and then immediately try to hide it. Out of options, he blew his cumshot in his hand and then SLURPED IT ALL UP. Was this something Wyatt normally did with his jizz? Or was he just trying to get rid of the evidence? Either way, it made me pop a huge boner as I sat in the passenger seat. Turns out, I was the one who needed to blow a load as soon as we got home.

    Over the next couple of days, I looked back at that moment with amusement but also some confusion. Truth be told… that wasn't the first time I'd popped a boner while watching a guy jerk off. When I first started watching porn, it was always "one man, one woman," and then later the occasional "one man, multiple women" or "girl on girl" thrown in the mix. Lately, however, I'd caught myself paying more attention to the guys in porn. So much so that I even looked up "solo male" vids a few times. That in combination with all of my wistful glances at Wyatt's body, and I began to wonder… Was I into guys? 

    Naturally, people's first advice for me might be to go talk to Mason, my openly-gay brother. However, for the time being, I wanted to give myself time to figure things out on my own. What I knew for a fact was that I was still very much into girls as well, backed up by the fact that I had a date tonight. 

    "Oh shoot!" I said as I picked up the cell phone lying on the living room table, and realized it was Wyatt's instead of mine. They were identical, and Wyatt must've taken mine by mistake when leaving the house earlier. I ran up to Mason's room to ask him for help.

    "Knock knock," I said as I entered, surprised to see Mason sitting at his desk. "You're doing homework on a Friday night?!"

    Mason was always the most studious triplet, but lately he'd been taking it overboard, in my opinion. His excuse was that he was already doing college prep, but I had a feeling there was more to it. He'd been acting strange since Christmas, and I just had a triplet's intuition that something was off, but I didn't want to push him by questioning him. I just hoped it wasn't a sign that the three of us were drifting apart as we got older.

    "Yeah, I just wanna get it over with," Mason replied, looking up from his book. "What's up?"

    "Can I use your phone to call mine?" I asked. "I think Wyatt picked it up by mistake."

    "Sure," said Mason, handing me his phone. I used it to call my number, but after ten rings it was clear Wyatt wasn't picking up.

    "Use the Find My Phone app to log in to your account," Mason suggested.

    "Good idea," I agreed. I used my login info and finally saw the location of my missing cell, which was… the house next door!!

    "What the hell is he doing at the O'Haras' house?!" I asked in shock.

    "Beats me. Maybe he forgot something there when he was mowing their lawn last week?" Mason shrugged.

    "Maybe. Anyway, I've got a date and I need my phone! Lemme go pick it up quick," I said. I handed Mason his phone back and ran out of the house, hoping to catch Wyatt at the O'Haras' before he leaves.

    At the next-door neighbors' house, I could immediately tell something was off. The downstairs lights were off, but the lights were on upstairs, which would be weird if Wyatt was in there. I knocked on the door for a couple of minutes, and there was no response. This wasn't like the O'Haras at all! Either way, I needed my fucking phone… so I did what I'd never normally do and I tried opening the door. It was unlocked, so I let myself in.

    My first instinct was to yell out "Hello, it's Finn! Is Wyatt here?" However, with my spidey sense tingling, I decided to be stealthy and sneak up the stairs to see what the hell was going on. Turns out, I got even more than I bargained for! I'm not sure what I expected to see – maybe my brother doing some household repair job or setting up a new TV. Certainly not Mrs. O'Hara on all fours up on her bed, with Wyatt standing behind her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.

    Luckily, I'd been smart enough to peek around the doorway rather than barge in, so I went unnoticed as I continued to observe this very private and totally outrageous moment. My teenage brother was fucking our married neighbor, who was older than our mom. I had to admit though, I could understand it to some degree. Mrs. O'Hara had a great bod, more than I would have guessed based on what she wore around the neighborhood. I'd always noticed her big tits of course, but they looked hot as fuck bouncing around while my brother pushed into her repeatedly.

    Wyatt wasn't pounding her hard like I would have expected. In fact, he really seemed to be taking his time and making sure she was enjoying herself. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist and I could tell he was working her clit with his fingers. Mrs. O'Hara was moaning over and over, and frankly I was surprised I hadn't heard the sounds as I walked up the staircase. Clearly she didn't expect anyone else to come home anytime soon.

    When did Wyatt become such an expert at pleasing women? I knew he'd been fucking girls since right before our fifteenth birthday, when he'd gleefully told Mason and me about "going all the way" with his girlfriend at the time. He'd moved on from her soon after, and then seemed to have a different love interest every month, though it was never especially serious. He fucked most of them too, of course, but it never seemed like he was with anyone long enough to become the seemingly skilled lover I was watching right now. Truly, the two of them looked like a hot amateur porn clip, and my cock was responding accordingly, getting fully hard in a matter of seconds.

    Without giving it much thought, I slid my hand down and unzipped my jeans, reaching in to free my erection. The two of them were both facing away from the door and there was very little chance I would be noticed as long as I kept quiet. The angle also meant that I had an amazing view of my brother's hard dick plunging into our neighbor's wet cunt. Seeing Wyatt's hard cock wasn't that strange – I'd seen it hard before, and it looked the same as mine, after all – but I'd definitely never seen it in action like this. I noticed he was doing sort of an upward thrust as he pushed forward into our neighbor. That seemed to be what was prompting Mrs. O'Hara's high-pitched moans, though I figured the finger action was helping too.

    Even as I was getting turned on and quickly working my way toward blowing a load, I also felt a pang of jealousy. I was heading out on a date and might get some action if things went perfectly, but there was no guarantee. Meanwhile, Wyatt could walk down the street and (presumably) get some pussy anytime he wanted. I wondered how long this had been going on. Suddenly all the lawn-mowing made sense now. No one's grass needed to be cut as often as he was supposedly doing it.

    Wyatt was moaning loudly now as well, and for a moment I was transfixed by watching his ass clench as he pushed his hips forward. His glutes were truly perfect and I'd never seen them flex like this. He picked up speed and could tell from his breathing that he'd be shooting before much longer. The idea popped into my head that I could try to cum at the same time he did, and then I couldn't put that out of my mind. So I decided to go for it and started jerking my cock faster.

    "Oh my god!" Mrs. O'Hara suddenly cried out, and then she was pushing her back against Wyatt in time with his thrusts. She started moaning louder and I realized she was cumming. My brother got a look on his face that nearly made me laugh out loud. He looked very pleased with himself; it was the same expression he had when he'd defeat a tough boss in a video game or break his own weight lifting record. That only lasted for a moment though, and then his face changed to one that I'd recently seen in the rearview mirror in the car when Wyatt blew his load in the backseat.

    Willing myself to push past the point of no return along with my brother, I felt that amazing rush, and I barely got my other hand in position to catch my load before it started spurting from the end of my cock. Wyatt had stopped thrusting and now looked as if he was trying to push his dick as deep inside Mrs. O'Hara as he could. Her moans had begun to taper off but suddenly they came back in full force. Was she cumming again? I had a vague notion that women could do that, but it had never happened with any of the girls I had fucked.

    My brother was clearly enjoying his own orgasm and for a moment he looked a little weak in the knees. Maybe feeling Mrs. O'Hara cumming while he was inside her made things feel even better. As the last drops of cum emptied into my open hand, my mind cleared up and I realized I needed to get the hell out of here. I zipped up my pants and briefly pondered what to do with the load in my palm. I thought back to watching Wyatt slurp down his jizz in the car. I'd tasted mine before and it wasn't an unpleasant experience, but this didn't seem like the moment to try swallowing an entire load for the first time.

    I crept down the stairs and noticed a box of tissues on a small table. I used one to clean up my cum, shoving it into my pocket for later disposal. It was then that I noticed a phone – MY phone! – sitting right next to the box of tissues. Bewildered that I'd nearly forgotten the whole reason I had come over here, I grabbed it and left Wyatt's phone in its place before sneaking out of the O'Haras' house.

    My head was swimming as I walked the half-mile to where I was meeting my date. I'd just watched my own brother having sex! With Mrs. O'Hara! And he was... really good at it? That old pang of envy hit me again. Why did he have to be the champion at literally everything?

    By the time I got to where I was going, my own confidence had returned and I made a point to be extra charming and sweet throughout the evening. When I walked her home, she mentioned that her parents were out for the night. Shortly after that, I was able to increase my number of sex partners to a whopping three; admirable for a sixteen-year-old, though surely less than Wyatt's count. Determined to do some leveling-up of my own, I kept thinking of my brother's example as we fucked. I made a point to pay attention to my date's clit and even tried to do that upward-thrusting thing that I'd seen Wyatt doing. It seemed to do the trick, and I got to enjoy some very nice post-fuck cuddling and making out before leaving to go back home.

    Wyatt was in his room with the door open, on his bed playing a game on his phone and wearing a pair of red boxer briefs.

    "Hey, Finn," he said, glancing at me with a grin. "How was your night?" I filled him in on my successful evening, of course leaving out the part about watching him doing the neighbor lady. He congratulated me, and then I asked him how his evening had gone.

    "Eh, nothing special," he replied, and he got an amused look on his face. "Just a quiet Friday night."​​