TAYLOR:

    A few days before Christmas, my husband Owen and I arrived at my parents' house on Stag Meadow Lane. One of the first things we did was carry in all of the Christmas presents we'd brought. Owen's gym was doing quite well and I'd recently gotten a raise at work, so we finally had some extra disposable income to spend on gifts. The timing was perfect, since my family was growing and I now had two nephews to buy toys for. 

    "I bought them some boys' toys, but I also bought them a couple of dolls," I said to my brother Rory as we stacked the wrapped presents underneath the tree, "you know, just in case they wanna play with them."

    "Sure, thanks," Rory chuckled. Even though it was cold out, the heat inside the house was cranked up and my brother wore a tight T-shirt that showed off his muscles quite nicely, making me want to tear it off him.

    "You're becoming quite the DILF," I said to him just loudly enough for him to hear. "I can't believe you're only 25. You look older – in a good way!"

    "Fatherhood and sleep deprivation will do that to you," Rory winked at me.

    "And what's with this tree? It's huge," I looked up at the Christmas tree towering over us.

    "You like it? Dad and I chopped it down ourselves. We went to that farm we used to go to when we were kids," Rory filled me in. While we chatted quietly, my mom asked Owen to run to the store with her. She said it would be "a quick trip" but we all knew they'd be scouring the supermarket for at least an hour and a half. Dad was out doing something but he was supposed to be home soon. 

    "Aww, now I feel bad for missing out on going to the Christmas tree farm," I said to Rory. "You and Dad are having all the fun without me."

    "Oh, that's not even half of it," my brother said to me with a mischievous smirk.

    "Hmm, that sounds… sexual," I said keenly. "What've I missed?"

    "Oh, just Dad being Dad," Rory said vaguely before casually adding, "I fucked him the other day."

    "Did you really?" I laughed. "Well, Owen and I already fucked him last time he was in New York, so I guess it was your turn now."

    "Yeah, Dad told me about your night out at The Falcon," Rory said with a smile.

    I smiled back. My brother and I had been sexually open with one another for several years now, even since he crashed on our coach when he first moved to NYC. The fact that our father was now also fully taking part in our sexcapades amused me.

    "Listen, as much as I'd love to sit here and talk about us fucking Dad," I said to Rory, "I really need to go take a shower after that long drive. But we'll pick back up with this conversation," I promised with a wink and I stood up, patting my younger brother on the shoulder.

    In the shower, I closed my eyes and fantasized about Rory fucking Dad, and what that might look like. Did they do it in this house? Or over at Rory's? Shit, as crazy as they are, they might've done it right at the Christmas tree farm – I wouldn't put anything past them at this point.

    My horny imagination stimulated my cock, until it was rock hard, both water and precum dripping down from it in the shower. I gave it a few strokes, but I held back from cumming. After all, with my husband, my brother, AND my dad here, I had plenty of potential sex partners. There was no need for me to waste a load all by myself. 

    I hopped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to Rory's and my old room. There, I found my baby brother lying on his bed, shirtless and reading a comic book that was probably 15 years old.

    "Were you waiting for me to come out of the shower?" I asked Rory playfully.

    "Let's just say all that talk about fucking Dad got me… riled up. I need some release," my brother said as he got up off the bed and walked slowly toward me. I again took a moment to admire his body. Without a shirt, the DILF effect was in full force. Rory's lightly furred pecs flexed as he approached closely, and before I knew it, his lips were pressing against mine. It happened so quickly that it caught me off guard, and my towel dropped to the floor when I let go of it to wrap my arms around my brother so we could make out.

    My brother reached down to stroke my already-leaking cock as we kissed, and then moved to press it up against the firm bulge in his shorts, rubbing our erections together through the thin fabric. Unwilling to have even that barrier between us, I tugged down on the waistband and finally broke our kiss so that I could drop to my knees as I guided his shorts to the floor so that he could step out of them. Of course, once I was down there, Rory's own dripping tool was right in front of my face, and when my lips are that close to a cock, there's no way it's not going to end up in my mouth.

    I blew Rory for a few minutes and then felt another need poking at my brain. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked the wet shaft as I half-stood and climbed onto the bed. Getting on all fours with Rory's cock still in my hand, I guided it to my hole and only released it when my brother started pushing himself inside me. Glad that I had held off blowing that load in the shower, I moaned as he started fucking me hard and pushing his cockhead right down into my prostate as he did it. I could tell that I was already drenching the bedspread in precum as the sticky substance flowed freely from my piss slit.

    As usual, the two of us got lost in the fucking and didn't even register the light knocking on the door when if first happened. The second time, the noise was louder, and I could tell it was Dad rapping his knuckles on the wood. Rory chuckled and pulled his cock out of me, leaving me feeling very open and empty. I  didn't even glance back as I heard him unlock and open the door to admit our father. I just focused on keeping my hole gaped as much as possible, since that was right where Dad would be looking when he stepped into the room.

    "Mmm," I heard Dad moan with lust-filled approval. "One son's dick is wet and shiny and the other one's hole is fucked wide open. Not too hard to guess what's been going on in here."

    "Wanna slide in?" Rory asked seductively, and from the wet sounds I heard, I could tell he was stroking his own cock while helping our father get his out. I soon felt the head of Dad's cock teasing at my open fuckhole, and I could feel that it was rapidly hardening as he slid it easily inside me. When he was most of the way in, I finally released my muscles and gripped him tightly with my insides, causing him to moan loudly as he continued pushing the rest of the way in.

    I relaxed my body and just enjoyed the feeling of being fucked by the cock that made me, still amazed that this was something I got to experience regularly. It was getting tougher to remember a time when I didn't share so much with my father and brother. And in the giving spirit of the season, the two of them shared my ass happily, taking turns pounding me for a few minutes at a time, before one would pull out and the other would plow in. They'd spit on my hole and slap their dicks on my ass cheeks, talking about what a hot slut I was and how good my ass felt. I loved it.

    "You know, Dad," Rory said after some time had passed. "Taylor and I were just talking about fucking YOU…"

    There happened to be nothing in my ass right at that moment, so I took the opportunity to stand up. When he saw me do that, Dad took my place on the bed. Getting on his knees, he reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart while leaning forward, showing off that hot and well-used daddy hole to his horny sons.

    Rory stepped to the side, making it clear that I could go first. Always thrilled to switch things up, my throbbing cock was soon right at home, buried to the hilt in my dad's insides.

    "Oh, fuck! That's so good!" Dad shouted, and I reached forward to grab his hair and pull his head back toward me while I nailed him. I fucked him hard for several minutes, working out the tension in my body in a way that even the hot shower hadn't been able to do. The pleasurable sensations multiplied when I felt Rory's hands on my chest and abs and felt his lips on the side of my neck. His sticky cock was pressing into the small of my back and I sighed deeply, leaning backward into him for support as I slowed down my fucking motions.

    My brother's hands were all over me, and by the time I realized that he was deftly and subtly moving me backward, my cock popped out of our father's ass. Scooting in for his turn, Rory plunged his dick into Dad's hole and got him moaning all over again.

    "Do you like your sons totally owning your ass, old man?" I asked Dad, reaching under his torso to tweak one of his nipples to tease him physically as well as verbally. "Just look at what Daddy's boys are up to now."

    "Oh fuck..." Dad groaned as Rory really started to slam his hips forward aggressively. "I just wish we'd started doing this sooner." My brother and I both grunted in agreement, each of us getting antsy to breed him as we felt ourselves getting closer and closer.

    Rory got there first, just when I was about to tell him to let me have a last plunge before I blew. Watching my brother blow his wad while balls-deep in Dad's stretched hole was intense, and all three of us were drenched in sweat and our mutual musk. I had the tip of my cock right at the edge of Dad's opening as Rory finally pulled out. His final blast of jizz shot into the wet, gaping tunnel right alongside my first shot, and I quickly filled the space, ensuring that not a drop escaped.

    The rest of my load joined Rory's, deep inside our father; I could feel its warmth around my swollen cockhead as it pulsed and twitched. Dad was cumming now, too. The sensation of getting seeded nearly simultaneously by his horny, perverted sons must have been more than he could take. I certainly didn't mind, and the feeling of his insides massaging my cock probably milked several more globs of cum out of me.

    Completely exhausted, Rory and I collapsed on the bed, on either side of my dad. He flipped onto his back and we both nestled up to put our heads on his shoulders, with one of his arms around each of us. His satisfied sigh captured how all three of us felt as we drifted off into a blissful post-coital nap.​