DENNIS:

    Only a couple of days after being sent to serve my sentence at my grandfather's house in Pennsylvania, I was already losing my mind. This suburban hellscape was near identical to my parents' home in Texas, only here I didn't even know anyone to hang out with or get weed from. While my grandpa was at the supermarket, I wandered around his house and poked through every drawer and cabinet, as though I might discover his stash. I knew the chances of me stumbling upon anything good were slim, but I was at least hoping for a bottle of Xannies or something. My grandfather seemed pretty straitlaced, although to his credit he wasn't as obnoxious about it as my parents. 

    While scavenging, I was suddenly startled by a loud knock on the door. Normally I wouldn't answer the door, but when I looked out the window I saw the red-haired guy standing there was pretty young, maybe even my age. I figured he might be someone who could help me score some drugs, so I decided to open the door and feel him out.

    "Heeey! Is Principal Osborne here?" the boy asked with an overly friendly smile. Immediately in that instant I knew this wasn't someone you could score drugs from.

    "No," I answered, regretting my decision to answer the door.

    "Anyway, this is for him," the redhead said, handing me a package. "I live next door and it was dropped off at our house by mistake. Are you related to Principal Osbourne?"

    I hated smalltalk from the bottom of my soul, but the fact this kid kept referring to my grandpa as "Principal Osbourne" made me think we would be schoolmates soon. I decided to humor him and answer the question. 

    "Yes," I replied briefly. "I'm his grandson."

    "Cool. You here for the holidays?" the annoying neighbor persisted.

    "I wish," I said, rolling my eyes and placing the package down on the floor by the door. "I'm gonna be staying here for a while. Going to school and everything."

    "You going to Principal Osbourne's school? My brothers and I are juniors there."

    "You have multiple brothers who are all juniors?" I raised my eyebrows.

    "Yeah, we're triplets. I'm Finn," he said, shooting another über-friendly smile my way and offering me a hand to shake.

    "Dennis," I replied, shaking his hand briefly. "I'm a junior too."

    "Cool, we're probably gonna have some classes together," he added enthusiastically.

    "Well there's three of you, so y'all sound hard to avoid."

    "I know, right?!" he laughed, mistaking my comment for some kind of compliment. "Now, where's that accent from, somewhere in the South?"

    "Texas," I replied.

    "Cool. What made you come here?" Finn asked.

    For a moment, I was tempted to tell the truth: I was caught trying to hot-wire one of my teachers' cars and I was expelled. Instead, I simply said, "My parents sent me to live with Grandpa for a while."

    "Well I hope you like it here. D'you wanna come meet my brothers? We're playing video games in our basement," Finn invited me. 

    Although I found his friendliness irritating, I figured going over to Finn's house would be better than pacing around here on my own. Besides, there might be some good shit over at their house, so I agreed to follow Finn.

    "Do you need to let your grandpa know where you'll be at?" he asked.

    "Sure," I said, rolling my eyes and sending a quick text to Grandpa: "going next door with finn."

    When we got to Finn's front door, I realized I'd hit the jackpot. There was a numeric keypad to unlock the door, meaning you didn't need a key. Not only was Finn stupid enough to type in the code without hiding it from me, it was also incredibly easy to memorize: 3331. 

    Finn and I walked down to the basement, where I met his brothers Mason and Wyatt. They'd all moved to Stag Meadow Lane a year ago, so they were telling me all about their experience doing that. I had to admit, now that we were hanging out as a group and playing video games, I didn't find the brothers quite so annoying. Even Finn was more bearable. Still, I didn't want to grow too fond of them… since I had every intention of breaking into their house the first chance I got.

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    That first chance arrived sooner than I thought. That very night, I saw a car pulling out of the triplets' house driveway. All of the lights were off, even though it was only 9 o'clock. I figured the three brothers and their mom had gone out to visit someone; tomorrow was New Year's Eve so plenty of people were getting together with family. Just to be safe, I waited about an hour to see if they'd return. Their house was still dark, so I decided to sneak into it and snoop around a bit.

    Grandpa was watching TV in the living room, and thankfully I was able to leave the house without him noticing me. I walked over to the triplets' house in the pitch darkness of the winter night. Four quick taps on the keypad… and I was in.

    For now, my intention wasn't to take anything of major value, I just wanted to look around for some pills or maybe some cash lying around. As much as I'd tried not to grow fond of them, I had to admit that the triplets had been cool with me earlier today, and I didn't wanna rob them of their PlayStation or their computers or anything like that. Honestly, I just found it thrilling to be doing something I wasn't supposed to, so even if I only got away with a bottle of whiskey I would be happy.

    Sadly, the kitchen was a bust, no liquor or beer. There was a half-empty bottle of white wine in the fridge that didn't seem worth the trouble. Finding nothing interesting in the downstairs rooms, I headed toward the staircase and what would hopefully be some fruitful medicine cabinets upstairs. On the way, I noticed light coming from under the door that led to the basement, accompanied by the faint sound of what sounded like human voices from below where I was standing.

    Shit! I hadn't considered that someone might be in the basement when I broke in. Walking slowly and quietly now, I approached the door and pried it open slightly. I'd been to the basement earlier today, so I knew I wouldn't be seen from up here. The voices got louder and I could tell they were all male, but there weren't many words being spoken. It was more like... grunts and moans. After a moment, I had the sudden realization that what I was hearing were sex sounds.

    "Mmm... Fuck, Finn... that feels so fucking good!" I heard someone say. Finn was clearly pleasuring some guy down in the basement while his family was out. I suddenly liked him a bit more – both because he was having some probably-illicit fun while home alone, and because he was doing it with another guy. I'd never confessed my interest in dick to any of my friends back home, but maybe Finn was someone who I could open up to eventually. He clearly had more experience than I did, which was basically none.

    Now feeling more intrigued than concerned about being caught, I eased the door open a little more and looked down the carpeted stairway. It made a ninety-degree turn halfway down, giving me a good angle to see into the room by quietly moving just a few steps down. I cautiously peered around the corner… and saw a lot more than I expected to see.

    The three brothers – the triplets – were all fucking! One of them was in the middle, fucking the other while getting fucked by the third. It was a wild position and I wasn't even sure what it was called in porn; a sandwich? A train? My mind was whirling… and my dick was throbbing. It was hard for me to tell the brothers apart; it looked like three copies of the same person. I was SO happy I wasn't high for this, otherwise I would've completely lost my shit. 

    The guy moaning "Fuck me, Finn," was the one in the front of the train. As the fucking intensified, he took off the glasses he was wearing. If I remembered correctly, Mason was the triplet who needed glasses. That meant Finn was the one in the middle. Upon closer inspection, I realized the one in the back was the most muscular one: Wyatt, who had bragged about being an athlete when I met him earlier today.

    My jaw dropped open silently. It felt like my brain stopped working for a few seconds, but my hand got to work jacking my cock instinctively. I crept down the stairs a little, confident the brothers were too busy to notice me. This was so fucking dirty and hot! I'd seen some incest porn online, though most of it was almost certainly fake. I'd come across a few scenes with twins doing stuff, so it was very clearly the real deal. But I'd never seen triplets doing one another, and certainly never expected to see something like that in real life.

    I watch the three boys fucking, transfixed and a little overwhelmed. I knew I should leave for several reasons, but there was no way I was going to miss seeing this through. I watched as Mason began making loud whimpering noises, and I could see that he was blowing a load into his hand, though he hadn't really been jerking himself off. Had he cum just from getting fucked? Finn was moaning louder now too, and I thought he might cum next, but then Mason suddenly pulled himself off Finn's dick and turned around. Grabbing Finn's slicked-up cock, Mason bent down and swallowed the dick that had been up his own ass just seconds earlier.

    It was the moment that almost made me blow my load. Ass-to-mouth was a specific kink of mine and I loved seeing someone greedily slurp up a dick that had just been nailing them. Though again, up until now I'd only witnessed that happening on a screen. Having his cock in his brother Mason's mouth seemed to be just what Finn needed. He grabbed Mason's short hair and really slammed deep into his throat a few times before he stopped, balls-deep and started to blow his load. I couldn't see it, but Finn's shouts of "Ahhhh fuck. Swallow that load" pretty much gave it away.

    "Oh yeah. Fuck, your ass feels so good right now!" Wyatt chimed in from the back while still fucking Finn. He'd been the most quiet up to this point, and his eyes had been closed for much of the time. The jock bro started to cum a few seconds later, and I got so turned on knowing that Finn was taking his brother's load deep inside his ass. That was all it took to finally push me over the edge. As my sperm started blasting from the end of my dick, I caught it in my hand to avoid leaving a mess behind. It was a struggle to keep quiet but I knew I had to, and I was breathing slowly and deeply by the time the last squirt of jizz left my cock.

    The triplets were all basking in their post-cum bliss and I couldn't help but smile as Mason slid back up next to his brothers and the three of them wrapped their arms around one another. They all looked very satisfied; this was clearly not their first time doing this. Reluctantly, I took that as my cue to very carefully move back up the stairs after putting my dick back into my pants.

    As I walked quickly back to my grandfather's house, I had to admit to myself that perhaps this street wasn't that bad after all. It was certainly different than what I'd guessed from the perfect landscaping and picket-fences vibe. I'd set out on this outing hoping to score a quick fix, but the excitement I felt inside right now was better than any drug.​​