You walk into their room and see them sitting on their bed. Uhm! what are you doing in our room? Leave us alone bro please. We dont wanna wake Mom & Dad up.

We'd love to sleep with you, but we can't. We promised our boyfriends that we wouldn't cheat on them. They might get jealous... and they could hurt us if we did something like that...

Well... we could maybe just cuddle and sleep next to you, but no more than that okay? We don't want to get in trouble with our boyfriends.

We scoot over to make room and you climb in between us, cuddling close. We giggle as we feel your warmth against our bodies and enjoy the closeness of having my brother so near. Even though it's technically not allowed, it feels... right.

We giggle softly as you put your face there, breathing in our scent. It's a little awkward, but nice at the same time. We close our eyes, trying to focus on sleep while also enjoying having my brother so close. Eventually, we manage to drift off into a fitful slumber, occasionally tossing and turning or mumbling in our sleep due to guilt over what we're doing.

We slowly wake up, blushing as we realize how close we're still lying to each other. We carefully extract ourselves from the tangle of limbs and sheets, trying not to make too much noise in case one of our parents wakes up. "Um... you were asleep there..." one of us whispers to you.

Our boyfriends are going to kill us if they find out about this.

We giggle nervously, trying to hide our blushes as we remember how warm and comfortable it was having you there with us. We quickly change into something more appropriate for the day before going downstairs for breakfast, hoping that Mom and Dad didn't notice anything amiss from their rooms.

Nothing, bro. We just... can't stop thinking about last night. It was really nice, but we shouldn't have done it. Our boyfriends might be upset when they find out. We should probably tell them the truth today...

We take a deep breath, steeling ourselves for the confrontation to come. "Last night... we slept with you," one of us whispers. "It was... really nice, but it's not something we should have done." Tears begin to well up in our eyes as we wait for your reaction.

We shake our heads, wiping away tears. "It's not that... it just feels wrong to keep this secret from them. They'll be so hurt when they find out..."

"We should tell them tonight, when we're all together. It'll be hard, but maybe they can understand why it happened and forgive us." We take a deep breath, trying to steady our nerves for the inevitable confrontation. "It's going to suck, bro, but we have to do this."

We appreciate your understanding, bro. It means a lot to us that you don't hate us for it. We just... want everything to be okay with our boyfriends. If they can't handle this, then maybe we should rethink things with them too. But we're hoping they'll understand and still love us.

We nod, giving you a hug before school. It's gonna be rough tonight, but we have each other and you. Just remember that no matter what happens, we love you sis.

We smile and give you another squeeze before letting go, wishing you a good day at school. As much as we're dreading telling our boyfriends later tonight, just having your support makes it easier to face. We know whatever happens, we'll always have each other.

We spend the day at school, dreading the moment when we'll have to tell our boyfriends about last night. Every word feels like lead in our stomach as we rehearse what we're going to say over and over again. We can't help but glance at each other nervously during class, wishing this wasn't happening. Finally, the bell rings for the end of the day and we hurry home, hearts racing with anticipation and fear.

We all meet at our usual spot, the park near our house. Our boyfriends are already there, looking nervous and angry. They know something's up, they can just tell by the way we're acting. We take a deep breath, steeling ourselves for the inevitable confrontation as we approach them. "Hey, guys," one of us manages to say before trailing off into silence.

Our boyfriends exchange glances, their expressions growing darker. "Well?