AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: My Brother and The Bartender Stretch My Holes After They Fuck

SUBTITLE: A Brother/Sister Incest Erotica Short Story with breeding, threesome, MM action, voyeurism, DP, and anal sex.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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WORD COUNT: 4400 words

The music vibrates around us, and the lights pulse to match the sound. The alcohol coursing through my body makes me lightheaded and giggly. Trevor sits down next to me, his shoulder bumping into me. My twin and ride or die in everything. We are like Barbie and Ken minus the fake ass smiles.

"Stop," I moan, pushing against Trevor's solid arm. My fingers stay there, pressing against his muscles. I hum to myself softly, as Trevor stares at me.

"Are you okay?" he slurs, leaning against the bar as he watches the bartender. The man slinging drinks has black hair and bronze skin, his arms flexing as he shakes a metal shaker. I stare at him and lick my lips, my pussy fluttering as he smiles at me. He walks down the bar and stops in front of me and Trevor, looking at both of us. Trevor smiles, puts a twenty in his mouth, and leans toward the bartender.

My mouth drops as I watch the interaction. The dark-haired man leans forward, taking the money between his teeth. His nose wrinkles slightly as he winks at me. Trevor orders a drink and gives the man more money on top of the twenty.

We both watch as the bartender starts to make Trevor's drink, turning and spinning and putting on a show for us.

I pull at my tits, readjust myself, and push my arms together to give myself better cleavage. The bartender sets the drink down, his eyes zeroing in on my chest. I lick my lips slowly and smile, making sure my dimples pop.

Trevor rolls his eyes, not as equipped in the same manner as I am. He pushes his hands against his chest and groans.

"You two from around here?" the man asks, his voice a rich baritone that sends chills through me. He leans forward as he talks so he doesn't have to scream to be heard over the music. I can feel his breath warm against my skin.

"Our family lives here. We're here for the holidays, just visiting," I reply, leaning over the bar toward him. He raises an eyebrow and looks at both Trevor and me, his eyes roaming over both of us equally. I look to Trevor. His blond hair has darker streaks running through it; his blue eyes slightly glassy from too much alcohol. His body is tight with hard muscles and a nice ass.

My twin is sex on legs and I knew he was packing down below. Being away at college, sharing an apartment, we’d gotten to know each other pretty well. A twitch goes straight to my clit when I get an idea.

"And you guys are...siblings? Twins?" the bartender asks as he starts to mix another drink for Trevor.

“Yeah… joined at the hip,” I say, dropping my gaze to his open shirt. I tip my glass of pinot noir into my mouth, already planning out how this night will end. There’s no doubt in my mind that Trevor and I will be having some holiday fun tonight.

Trevor laughs, throwing his head back, letting the sound fill the area. The bartender and I both eye his throat. I lick my lips, imagining biting and licking the skin. I suspect the bartender is thinking the same thing. I look at him and smile nervously.

"I'm Max," he says as he walks off to help other patrons. I look at Trevor and smack his arm, smiling as he recoils in pain. We both eye Max as he chats and flirts with other people lining the bar, talking easily to both men and women. I like how he spreads his attention and flirtatious remarks to both genders.

The next time he returns, Trevor smiles at him.

"Max, would you rather have a Sex on the Beach or a Screaming Orgasm?" he asks, hitting him with a dazzling smile that had cost our dad a fortune. My eyes linger on his lips before looking at Max behind the bar. He looks completely undeterred and returns Trevor's smile.

"Why not both? Maybe one from each of you," Max says, zeroing in on us. He leans in. “And I don’t mind that you are siblings… has never stopped me before.” He straightens with a new hunger in his eyes.

“Good…” My plan is coming together nicely. I look around the bar to gauge how soon we can make this happen. It is a lot less crowded than it was before, with groups gathering their things to leave. Only a few small hardcore patrons remain on the dance floor, swaying and grinding to the DJ's music.

"Can we have sex on the bar instead of on the beach? I don't need sand in certain places," I say, laughing at my drunken joke. Trevor looks at me, his eyes moving up and down my body.

"And what places might those be, Foxy Roxy?" Trevor says, pawing at my body, his hand brushing against my breast and hip. Max hums softly from the bar, wiping out glasses as he observes us.

Trevor tightens his hold on my breast, squeezing it. My nipple tightens against his touch, pushing against the thin material of my shirt. I stare at him, giggling.

I move my hand against his cock. It’s hard, pressing against the zipper of his jeans. I push my hair off my face, and the room suddenly feels very warm. I fan myself, not really achieving much. Trevor stares at me, his eyes have turned a dark blue, full of lust and want. I am sure mine mirrors his. Max hums loudly from behind the bar, making me realize the music is lower, the crowd having almost completely deserted the building.

Goosebumps cover my body as I twitch a little, Trevor's fingers dancing up my side, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast.

Max leans against the bar, his tight black muscle shirt stretching across his muscular chest. The look Trevor gives Max is similar to the one he gave me; his pupils are blown out and dark.

"Just wait here until we are officially closed. I'm the manager, so I will be the last one out. No one will think anything of it," Max says, handing us both glasses of water.

"Sober up because I want you both to fucking remember what is about to happen," Max demands, his dark eyes looking at both of us. The tone in his voice made me sit up straight, made a flutter start in my stomach, and move down into my pussy. Part of me felt like we might be in trouble revealing that we fuck and we are blood related, but another part knew we were in for a very fun night.

Trevor slides around on the stool, staring at me as he sips his water. I move also, my legs sandwiched by his. I watch drunk people stumbling out, acutely aware that my hand is on Trevor's thigh. I look down and start to move it slowly up, feeling the fabric rough under my hand. I hear him moan a little, the vibrations doubling the closer my hand moves toward his cock.

Minutes pass as I move, edging closer and closer. Soon, the only ones left are people who work there, gathering bottles and cups. I bite my lip and look at Trevor, pressing my palm to his body. He groans, leaning over slightly.

I lean closer to him. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, can taste the air we share. The scent of his cologne still lingers faintly, mixed with his natural smell. I inhale deeply, closing my eyes.

He presses his lips to my sensitive skin, his teeth scraping against me, sending chills down my body.

Max returns from locking the door and turns the main lights off, leaving only the soft glow of the underbar lights on. They reflect off of the liquid of the bottles on the shelf, giving the area a cozy feeling.

"Come here," Max says, his hand clutching Trevor's shirt and pulling him away from my neck. His demanding tone sets me on fire in so many ways. I watch as Max hops over the bar, straddling Trevor. Their mouths crash together, the kiss deepening quickly. My mouth drops as I watch them kiss, my pussy fluttering with anticipation. As if hearing my wants, Max pulls back and pulls me to them. He kisses me, tasting like oranges. His mouth is as demanding as he is, and he controls everything about the kiss, including when it ends. He pulls back abruptly and stares at us, breathing quickly.

Max moves off Trevor, hops from the bar, and leads us to a locked back room. It looks like this won't be the first time someone has been fucked at this bar. A bed is set up, complete with a comforter and pillows.

Max turns and starts to unbutton my brother’s shirt. I watch as the muscles I have seen before are uncovered, the shirt pushed back from his body. Max starts kissing and licking my brother's body, making me feel left out. I move up to him, pulling my shirt over my head. I press my breasts to Trevor's back and start kissing his shoulders, running my hands around to his chiseled stomach. I start pulling at his belt and hear Max laugh as his hands move down to assist me. We both want Trevor, and he is eating it up. His head is thrown back as his shoulders rise with nervous breathing.

His cock springs out as we release him, pushing his pants down his long muscular legs. I look over and smile at Max.