Sophia Sands

Shared By My Brothers

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First Touch

“Eliza! Get on up and help me with breakfast!”

Momma’s loud holler woke me out of a disturbingly hot dream. Someone was touching me all over, their hands roaming and getting me worked up, though I couldn’t see who they were, and before I could get a good look, I was awake and covered in sweat. I must have made a sound in that border between sleep and waking, because Lance was pouncing on the opportunity to tease me.

“Liza, you moaning in your sleep again? Who’re you dreaming about?”

My older brother guffawed from across the room, and that woke Jim up from his bed by the desk.

“What’s going on? Why are you so loud so early?”

Lance sat up and gave me a strange grin before answering him.

“Liza was having a wet dream, weren’t you, little sister?”

I gave him a dirty look, and pulled the covers over my head for a minute while the two of them had a laugh at my expense. Soon it turned to bickering, though, Jim lashing out about being woken so early. As I dragged myself up, reluctantly peeling off the covers, they’d already worked themselves up into a pillow fight, tossing whatever they could reach at each other and laughing. They were far too chipper in the morning, even when they were fighting, and my mood darkened further.

Our house was small, a bungalow with few rooms. Three kids and two bedrooms made for this shitty sleeping situation, where I’d always shared a room with my two brothers. They were fraternal twins, 20 years old and already working in a body shop together, and they didn’t mind sharing the room since they seemed to share everything. It didn’t seem right, though, for an 18-year-old girl to have to share their room with them. It was like that all our lives, and you think I’d be used to it, but as I got older and mentioned it to friends, they always gave me a weird look. As if it was my choice.

I just finished high school and had thought about going to college, but our family had no money, and I’d never had a job. Momma always wanted my help around the house or the small hobby farm, and I enjoyed working with the animals, so that was all I was doing now. She didn’t know I was looking for a job, though. I wanted something more for myself than just being a helper around here. I wanted to make my own money, and move out to have a room of my own. I wouldn’t even mind a roommate, as long as I had a bedroom to myself.

I’d heard more than my share of teenage boy sounds over the years. Between farting, fighting, and occasionally, to my mortification, the obvious sounds of jerking off, I’d had enough. At 20, they didn’t seem to be maturing much, nor showing any interest in moving out on their own. They were only working part-time, and I suspected they didn’t make enough money to afford an apartment. So here we were, the three of us stuck together in one room, our parents in the only other bedroom, and Momma yelling at me from down the hall.

I grabbed clothes out of my dresser and went to the bathroom to change. When I was in my usual outfit of a worn t-shirt and leggings, I made my way to the kitchen, where Momma was angrily mixing a big bowl of pancake batter.

“About time, Eliza! You need to set an alarm to get down here earlier. I’m going to be starting a new job in a couple of days, and feeding your brothers will be your responsibility.”

I stopped dead in my tracks.

“What new job? Why am I just hearing about this now?”

It was like hearing that another inmate had escaped the institution and didn’t offer to take you along.

Momma huffed and handed me the bowl and whisk.

“I just found out last night. I got hired by Mannie at the dollar store on Third Ave. I’ll be out the door by 7 am to do stocking every morning, so you’ll have to get up to make your brothers some breakfast before they start work. I may work late some days, too, so you’ll need to start on dinner. I expect you to step up, Eliza.”

I groaned, and finished mixing the batter. I was already doing so much, working at home and caring for the animals all day. How was I supposed to move on with my life?

“But Momma, you know I wanted a job, too! Does Mannie have any other positions available?”

Momma pursed her lips and stuck her hands on her hips, her floral dress straining at the buttons, staring me down.

“Who the hell is going to take care of Lance and Jim, let alone the livestock, if you go out and get a job? No way, missy. You’re staying here, so get that idea out of your head.”

I shook my head, tired of this old argument.

“Do you expect me to stay here the rest of my life? I want to go out and have my own place, and my own money.”

Momma just huffed.

“You’ll stay here as long as we need you. Your Pa and I don’t want any of you to move out. What would we do alone in this house? Your brothers have no interest in leaving, and they’re going to rely on you to take care of them.”

I started pouring out the pancakes on the griddle, but my feelings were as hot as the sizzling butter in front of me.

“They’re grown men, Momma! They can take care of themselves!”

Just then, the two supposedly grown men came into the kitchen, and Lance smacked my ass, making me slop some batter on the counter.

“Who’s a grown man, Liza? Hope you’re not talking about us?”

Jim snickered, and took a seat, while Lance reached around me to sneak an almost ready pancake off the grill. I smacked his hand with the ladle, but he just laughed, and smacked my ass again. I turned to growl at the two of them, catching them both staring at me, but their eyes were down, around my ass. I craned my neck, checking to see what they were looking at, and that’s when I noticed the tear across one cheek, showing off the bottom edge of my pink panties. I groaned, and tried to tug the tear closed, but it spread as soon as I touched it. It must have started after I put them on, since they seemed fine in the bathroom. I smelled burning, and yelped, turning back to the griddle and finishing up the first batch of pancakes.

When I plated them up, and turned to the table, the two of them looked up guiltily, like they’d been looking at the tear again. I waited for the inevitable teasing, but it didn’t come.

Better to get it over with.

“Okay, I have a tear in my pants. Har, har. Big deal.” I thumped the plate down on the table, and saw the two of them exchange a look I couldn’t interpret, then they each hauled off a stack of pancakes onto their plates. Not a word to me, though. Strange.

I finished making the pancakes, and Pa came in, stopping short in the doorway.

“What the hell happened to your ass, Eliza?”

I heard Jim snort behind me, and I turned to give him a dirty look.

“Maybe it was from Lance smacking my butt, Pa.”

Pa gave Lance a dark look, then looked back at me, his glance falling to my backside for a moment before he sat down, shaking his head.

“You boys be careful with your sister. She’s smaller than you and can’t take rough handling. Not unless you get her used to it.”

Lance started to cough, and Jim laughed again. I wasn’t impressed by that last bit. I didn’t want to get used to rough handling, not like my brothers roughhoused with each other. Momma and I sat at the table, and we ate up our breakfast while I stewed in my foul mood. I felt the cold of the chair against my butt cheek, and knew the tear had opened up the whole cheek at this point. These were my favorite pair of leggings, too.

Momma patted my hand when she was done eating.

“I’ll pick you up a new pair when I go out today, Eliza.”

She headed out, and Pa was next, going back out to the barn to finish his work with the goats there before heading to his day job at the mill. My brothers got up from the table, and Lance came up behind me as I loaded the plates into the dishwasher. His hand skated over my exposed panties, and he hooked his fingers into the bottom of the tear, just at the crease of my left cheek. Then he pulled. Hard. My pants tore right down the leg, and across to the other cheek too, until they were just rags hanging off me.

I screamed, so angry I could spit, but instead of laughing as I thought he’d do, Lance made a sound like a suppressed moan, and his hand returned to my ass, caressing it over my panties. I stood up straight, like I’d been electrocuted, and I froze in place, unsure of what to do. What was he up to? Was this some new prank?

Jim came up next to me, his eyes wide and serious, and he touched my hip, sliding down to slip into the side of my panties. His breath was coming fast, and in my shocked state, something drew me to look down, where a bulge was pressing against the zipper of his jeans. A huge bulge, and he muttered, “Fuck”, and adjusted it with his other hand. I looked back up at him, and his eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at my exposed ass.

“What were you dreaming about this morning, Liza? Were you being touched like this?” Lance’s voice was low and breathy near my ear, and it sent a jolt through me. My brothers shouldn’t be touching me like this.

I shook myself out of my stunned, unmoving state, and tried to shake them off, but they weren’t having it. Lance’s hand gripped my ass hard, and Jim shifted closer to me, until his bulge was pressing against my hip. My body ran cold, then hot, confused by how their touch was making me feel. I had a sudden flash of the dream I’d been woken from, hands on my body, and shuddered. It was one thing to dream about a stranger, but another thing altogether to be touched by my own brothers.

“Get off me, assholes.” My voice came out like a growl.

Jim looked over at Lance, his brown eyes questioning. I looked behind me to see Lance nod, then his fingers hooked into the bottom edge of my panties, and he pulled hard. My thin undies tore, exposing my whole butt cheek. The two of them ran their hands over my bare skin, roughly squeezing and touching. My breath hitched, heat pulsing through me before I remembered who it was touching me. Panic seized me. This was so wrong.

I thrashed between them until they stepped away, and Pa’s footsteps grew louder. I turned my head to see him in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes landing on my shredded clothes and exposed backside, Lance and Jim still touching me. I was mortified. How did this look to Pa? Did it seem like I wanted it?

“Pa, can you tell Lance and Jim to leave me alone?” My voice was weak, but Pa heard me, and to my surprise, shook his head.

“You can’t seem to keep your clothes together, Eliza. Your brothers are just taking care of you, just as it’s going to ...