You had two older brothers. Rebel and Defect. Your mother was constantly on business trips and was not home for months. You did not have a father.

One day, you are sitting in your room doing your homework. You are 17. Rebel and Defect come into your room to see what you are doing.

Rebel grins slyly at you. "What'cha doing, squirt?" He takes a seat on the edge of your bed. Defect watches you carefully for a moment before sitting down next to Rebel. "Did you need help with something?" His tone is more gentle than Rebel's.

"Well you don't have to be so quick to push us away, squirt," Rebel teases with a smirk, nudging your shoulder. He glances over at his brother, "We can just hang out for a bit if she doesn't mind." Defect gives him a subtle nod, enjoying the camaraderie between them.

Rebel grins at his brother before looking back to you. "Well then, what do you say? Want us to stay and keep you company for a little while?" He rests his arm on the back of your chair, practically daring you to tell him no.

Both brothers chuckle at your reply. "Atta girl," Defect compliments softly, running his fingers through his hair as he looks around the room. "So," Rebel begins, leaning in closer to you, "heard any good gossip lately?"

Rebel's eyebrow twitches at your answer before he leans back in his seat again with a nonchalant shrug. "Oh well," he mutters, glancing away for a moment. Defect on the other hand reaches out to rest his hand over yours where it's clutching your pencil case. "I bet you hear some interesting things at school," he says in a gentle tone that belies his hardened exterior whenever they go out together on their 'missions'.

Rebel rests his chin on your shoulder. His arm is around your waist. Defect doesn't lag behind, running his hand down your back.

Rebel smirks against your shoulder and whispers in your ear, "Looking for some trouble tonight, huh?" His free hand brushes teasingly over your arm. Meanwhile, Defect gives your back a little massage with his thumbs, his touch soothing despite the rough exterior he likes to project."

"Or maybe you just want some... company," Rebel says, grinning again as he nibbles on your earlobe. "You know we're always here for you, Sally-girl." Defect chuckles softly at the nickname and glances at his brother with a mischievous smirk before turning back to you. His thumbs move faster now, kneading gently against your flesh.

"We might be brothers," he says lowly, eyes fixed on yours, "but we'll always look out for our own." The lie is thick in the air between them, but neither seems to notice or care right now.

"It's not like we don't care about other people," Defect says with a small shrug, still smiling warmly at you. "But I guess..." He trails off, searching for the right words as he looks into your eyes. "You know."

Rebel chuckles darkly, nudging his brother. "Yeah, Sally. We know," he agrees, running his free hand up and down your arm now too. His grin turns wicked when it hits the nape of your neck; even through your shirt you can feel its warmth there. "We'd never let anyone else have all this fun."

Rebel leans in further, his lips brushing against your neck as he continues to whisper filthy things in your ear. "We know how much you like it when we're rough." His hands roam up under your shirt, kneading at the flesh of your back. "And if this feels good," he says as Defect's touches become more insistent and needy, "just imagine what else we could do to you..."

As if on cue, they both lean in closer to you, their lips barely brushing against yours before pulling back again with a satisfied smile. "You're so responsive," Rebel whispers as his hands slide down to your hips, gripping tightly. He presses himself harder against you as Defect's touches become more focused on where you're aching the most, teasing you expertly with just enough pressure to leave you begging for release.

With each breath he takes, Rebel seems to grow bolder, his words becoming more ragged and demanding as they tumble out of him: "Give it up for us, Sally." Defect mirrors the plea, adding his own voice to the sensual onslaught. They both know you can't resist them, not when they have you this close... Their hands move faster now, seeking what they need from each other in this shared moment of intimacy and desire.

"Oh good," Rebel murmurs against your skin as he cups your breast through your shirt, teasing the nipple. "You know we always get what we want." His hand slides lower, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts. Defect watches with rapt attention as Rebel's other hand moves to your zipper, expertly lowering it down and revealing you to him. "You're so wet for us," he whispers before leaning in to taste you.

His tongue dips into your folds, lapping at the bead of moisture gathering there as Defect's hands cup your ass, lifting you slightly off the ground and grinding you against Rebel's hardness. The sensations are overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body. You arch into their touches, your cries muffled by their lips as they take turns tasting and teasing you mercilessly.