Last Friday, on my 22nd birthday, something more remarkable happened than the event itself. I woke up early in the morning, and my brother Alex came into my room, sat on my stomach, held my hands, and forced them above my head. For a moment, I thought he was horny and wanted to fuck me, but I was wrong.
“Do you remember what you asked me the other day when that thing happened with Sonia?” he asked, adding a hint of intrigue.
I remembered that I had egged him on to fuck my friend, excited to watch them from a hidden spot. At one point, Sonia suggested they do it again, but this time with a threesome, including another guy. Somehow, my brain must have short-circuited, because I insisted that he find a guy of my liking, who didn’t know we were siblings, and that the threesome would be with me, not her.
“Don’t tell me you’ve already found someone,” I said, a bit nervous.
Alex nodded.
“I asked a university buddy who doesn’t know you, and he said he’s down for it. He’s 29, and I think you’ll like him. His name is Sergio.”
I was thoughtful. The proposal excited me, but it also raised some doubts, especially one.
“Do you think we can and should trust him?”
At first, Alex wasn’t sure, but something convinced him. Sergio told him that he’s familiar with these kinds of situations, but he believes that a threesome can be disastrous, especially if we don’t have a certain trust between us. According to his words, men are more embarrassed about themselves than about us. He suggested trying it out with a friend of his as an experiment, and it went well.
I accepted, waiting for more instructions. I got them when I woke up from my nap.
At the foot of the bed, I found several black garments: a leather top and miniskirt set, a lace bra and thong, stockings, and sandals. There was also a note that said:
“The outfit is a gift. Wear it and be at the address below at 9:00 PM.”
Again, doubts assailed me, including how he knew my measurements since it fit me perfectly. Anyway, I liked it, but I worried that people would take me for a slut if they saw me like this on the street. I noticed the first stares on the bus and from the bus stop to the meeting place, a bustling café in the center of the city. My brother and the other guy were waiting for me on the terrace.
The first impression was fantastic. Sergio is tall, athletic, and his handsome face is a scandal. My knees trembled when he stood up. I still couldn’t believe that such a stud would fuck me with my brother. He was also very confident and assertive. During the introductions, instead of the usual two kisses, he kissed me on the lips, took my hand, raised it in the air, and made me spin like a ballet dancer.
“You look stunning like that. Just as I imagined you,” he said in my ear, hugging me from behind. “I want you to tell me how you felt coming here.”
“First, I want to thank you for the outfit. I love it, but I confess that I felt ridiculous, convinced that everyone thought I was a whore,” I murmured shyly. “Then, I didn’t care, and the ridiculousness turned into excitement. Now, seeing how everyone looks at me, I’m so horny that I think I’ve soaked my panties.”
Sergio took my hand and asked me to follow him. We entered the café and he took me to what seemed like a storage room. I suspected he had an arrangement with the employees, as no one stopped us.
“Indeed, they’re wet,” he said, kissing my neck and touching me with his right hand. He pulled my panties down, and I lifted my feet to let them go when they reached my ankles. Sergio was moving too fast, but I couldn’t refuse by much.
“Someone might catch us and kick us out of here,” I said, trying to discourage him.
“Don’t worry,” he replied, fingering my pussy with his fingers. “The business is mine, co-owned with a partner.”
Instinctively, I bent my knees and opened my legs to let him finger-fuck me. The pleasure was indescribable, but I wanted more. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It wasn’t enormous, but it seemed huge to me. I begged him to fuck me, but his plans were different.
“You’re an impulsive girl,” he said, sounding fatherly. “But you must be patient. First, I want to know if you’re into intense experiences and if you’re willing to let us guide you. Decides what you decide, nothing will happen that you don’t want.”
I didn’t know if it was his words, the way he said them, or the sudden orgasm that took over me, but I accepted both propositions.
I still wonder if he planned it or if it was a spontaneous decision. At that moment, I didn’t care, and I watched as he picked up my panties, sniffed them like a pervert, and put them in his pocket. We went back to join my brother, and I waited with him on the terrace while Sergio went to get his car.
I told my brother what had happened, and I added that Sergio seemed a bit weird. My brother laughed, confirming that he was a bit peculiar, but he knew what he was doing. Just then, a convertible stopped in front of us. Sergio was driving, looked at me, and gestured for me to open my legs. I was without panties, and until then, I had tried to hide my privates from the rest of the people. I gave in to his whim and opened my legs slightly. It seemed enough for Sergio, who laughed and clapped.
