Gangbang with my Triplet Brothers
Delilah Cole
Gangbang with my Triplet Brothers
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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Warning:
This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only. All intimate encounters are depicted between consenting adults. If taboo themes are not for you, we recommend not proceeding. Please enjoy responsibly!
laugh as I watched my brother Pat try to pour another round of shots without spilling on Greg's worn coffee table. We'd been doing this for the last few months, meeting to catch up and unwind. My older brothers were triplets, with me being eighteen months younger. It had been crazy at our house growing up. Especially when we were all teens and involved in sports simultaneously. But, since my brothers turned twenty-one and moved out a few months ago, the house has been quiet, and I missed them terribly.
Their apartment was simple, but they still made it feel homey. The furniture was mismatched, the walls filled with random art pieces, and there was a slight smell of takeout permanently etched into the place. Despite its quirks, it was the perfect hangout spot for us to catch up. Greg was the steady one, dependable and calm, with a quiet intensity that sometimes made it hard to tell what he was thinking. Pat was the joker, with his quick wit and infectious laugh. And then there was Nick, the charmer, effortlessly confident and so easygoing he put everyone around him at ease. Together, they weren't just my brothers but also my best friends, my constants.
"You're terrible at this," I teased, grabbing the shot glass out of Pat's hand before he could make a mess.
He just grinned. "If you weren't distracting me, I'd be a pro by now."
The night had already slipped into that comfortable rhythm, filled with banter and laughter. After a while, we all knew where this would lead: to our infamous truth-or-dare-style drinking game. It had started as a fun way to pass the time when we were younger, but over the years, it had evolved into a ritual of sorts—a chance to reveal secrets, to peel back layers. Tonight, someone suggested a theme: fantasies.
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