Fraternal bonds

Well, these brothers! I have an older cousin and a biological brother (about 1.5-2 years older). Back when we were adults but still virgins, we came across a deck of pornographic cards. We eagerly examined them, imagined ourselves in those orgies, and naturally played "fool" for dares (usually silly ones, like barking or crowing under the table) and, of course, for stripping. When I lost (and by that point we were all down to just our underwear), they told me to pose like the girl shown on one of the cards. I rightfully protested, asking why I had to do that particular dare, to which my brothers said in unison that my underwear,

and my butt, were girly. The underwear really were briefs, a bit tight and small, while the guys had proper men's boxers. As we all know, a card debt is sacred, so I had to wiggle my butt and strike the lewd poses from the pictures in the deck. I must say, all of this really turned us on, so much so that in a testosterone-fueled haze, the next suggestion sounded tempting. My cousin suggested going to his parents' bedroom to look at women's lingerie. Looking at panties, bras, and negligees got us even more worked up. The brothers suggested I try on some of the lingerie. At first, I refused, but the desire to try something forbidden, along with their persuasion and pressure, did the trick. A couple of minutes later, I was wearing panties, a bra, a short negligee, and high heels. The guys praised me and said I'd make a great woman if I weren't their brother. Looking in the mirror, I thought my butt really was feminine, especially in lace lingerie. That might have been the end of it, but I decided to strut in the heels, swaying my hips, and naturally twisted my ankle, letting out a surprised cry. From the excitement, my voice cracked, and instead of a shout, I let out a high-pitched squeal like a girl. My cousin, standing nearby, reacted instantly and caught me in his arms as I fell. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my "breasts" (which were socks stuffed into the bra cups) against his chest. There was a moment of confusion; I looked up and saw something other than brotherly feelings in his eyes. He took a few steps and carefully laid me down on the double bed. His hand slid along my body and rested on my buttock. I opened my eyes wide and was about to start protesting, but he pressed his palm to my mouth and whispered, "Come on, sweetie, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. You want this yourself." A minute later, with the help of my other brother, my resistance was broken, and the only clothing left on us was the lace panties, and those were on me. The guys lay on either side of me, rubbing their erect cocks against my thighs and groping me like a real woman. They weren't covering my mouth anymore, and I alternated between moaning and begging them to stop. At some point, they pulled the panties off me, spread my legs, and pressed the head of a cock against my anal ring. I tensed up and tried to resist, but my other brother started kissing and sucking on my nipples, and then something switched in me, and I started acting like a bitch in heat. I spread my legs myself and lifted my hips to meet the cock. There was so much lubrication that the head slid in without resistance. My legs ended up on the shoulders of the brother fucking me. The other brother stood over my face, and I obediently, with a moan, took his cock into my mouth. They fucked me from both sides, gently at first, but then faster and harder. I writhed, gripped the sheets with my hands, and moaned as much as possible with a cock in my mouth. The brothers came simultaneously, and I came with them, which only required a light touch of my cock by a hand. We never repeated it, not with each other or with other men, and we never spoke of what happened. But many years later, already a married man, my wife and I sometimes play with a strap-on. It was her spontaneous decision; she simply got into bed with a strap-on one day and took me like a bitch, using the exact same words my brothers did during our orgy.

And I get the feeling this is a gift from my brothers for my lost anal virginity. Apparently, they told my wife what a girl I can be if you put me in lace women's panties. And now, if I come out of the shower and see that instead of my prepared boxers, women's panties are waiting for me, I know who's going to be the anal bitch in bed tonight.