Get more comfy for a start.

I got up and poured myself another glass of whiskey, and put it on the table beside the couch. Then I pulled my pants down. It felt good to be naked again.

I lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket over me. As I sipped on my whiskey, I slowly slid my fingers between my wet cunt lips. Tonight I had been the one in a position of power. The sexual nature of it, the control over my father and brother turned me on. I still wanted them to use me, but I was enjoying that being under my control. After several moments I decided I needed another pillow to get properly comfortable. Just as I was standing up, the den door slid open, and I turned around to see Jethro standing there, he was just wearing boxers, and I stopped.

“Sorry, I forgot my phone,” he said but made no attempt to move. Instead, he just looked at me naked.

“All good,” I told him, “I’m not quite tired anyway. Wanna chat more?”

He thought for a moment before nodding. I could see he was getting hard seeing me naked in front of him. “I was about to grab another pillow,” I explained lazily.

He stepped over to the couch he had been sitting on before, picked up a pillow, and handed it to me. I shifted the pillows to the far side of the couch so I could lie down and look at him, then pulled the blanket over my lover half. He sat and stared for a moment.

“you really are comfortable with your body, aren’t you?” he said after a little while.

I laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I mean, it’s just a body. I haven’t got anything you haven’t seen on other women.”

He shrugged, “I suppose. It just seems strange you were fine being topless in front of dad and me.”

I smiled, “Can I confess something?” he nodded. “It kind of turned me on to have you two checking me out. I mean, part of it is just being lusted after, but part of it is that you’re my family.”

I picked up my whiskey and took another drink.

“I get that. I mean, I’m not really lusted after, but when a woman looks at me that way,” he shrugged, “it’s powerful.”

“What do you mean you’re not lusted after? You’re what, six-three, lean and toned, intelligent and friendly, sometimes funny. And I can see you are packing.” He blushed and grabbed another pillow to put on his lap. “It’s alright, you know. Kind of a compliment.”

“Kind of strange. Having my sister checking out my junk.”

I laughed again, “I meant what I said, you know, Julie would love to jump you. I’m kind of surprised you never acted on it.”

He shrugged awkwardly, “I’m not that confident when it comes to women. I rarely make the first move.”

“Come on, stand up,” I said.

“What? Why?” he asked.

“I’m going to take a photo of you and send it to Julie, whet her appetite,” I told him. “Think of it as a dating profile pic.”