#chrattvibe

Birthday sex. A very cliche tradition most people follow for an excuse to have normal everyday sex differently. But no one has it more different than you.

"Hey." Chris opened the door and let you in. You were never nervous always just more eager. Ready to feel what you knew was coming. Being best friends with triplets meant one birthday for three people.

"Hey, you're here." Matt smirked coming down the stairs with Nick behind him. Nick hugged you from the side and you felt instant comfort from his large hoodie trying to swallow you.

"Are you ready?" Matt was as impatient as you.

"Woah, I don't even get to say happy birthday to my best friends?" You giggled. Chris picked you up and spun you around the room.

"We hear it from seven million people already..." He sighed out. You just liked knowing how badly they wanted their present from you and then making them wait a little bit longer. Chris dropped you down on the couch. Matt sat next to you and without hesitation gripped your chin slightly and made you look his way, craving your attention.

"Happy birthday Matt." You whispered being tugged closer to him. He immediately connected your lips and shifted his body to face you more. Chris stood above the two of you watching intently.

"And that is my cue to leave." Nick went back the way he came and left the scene to unfold without his presence. Matt's hand slid down your shoulder to your thigh and gave it a squeeze before lifting it to straddle his hip. The kiss deepened and Chris reached his hand out to tuck your hair behind you so he could see your face as Matt bite your lip with a slight tug.

"Mhmm." Matt groaned possessive. "It's my turn." He whispered as he tugged at your waistband. He pulled you forward and undid your zipper. Matt was always on top, his favorite place. He dipped his hand under you and started leaning you back on the couch slowly. Chris held out his hand to help you down. He bent down and captured your lips quickly feigning to touch you any way he could. Since you were laid back Matt was able to rip off your shorts and toss them aside knowing you wouldn't need them for a while. Your face flushed red. This was tradition, sure, but it only happened twice a year: their birthday and yours.

"You okay baby girl?" Matt cooed.

"Uh huh." You whimpered feeling his fingers trace over you. Your body reacted to his simple touches and started to ignite. You felt hotter and wetter in a second. Chris noticed your facials chance and groaned leaning his head back. He reached inside his sweatband and started touching himself. He knew the rule, Matt got first, only cause he won the coin toss. Then Chris got his turn with you. Afterwards They both turned you over to Nick. Chris had to silently suffer until it was his turn to get, or rather take, his present. But he still wanted to imagine every touch he was missing out on until it was his turn.

"Uh." You whimpered looking back at Matt as he kissed right above your belly button. He was always more gentle and sensual with you than Chris regardless of his position in the coin toss.

"Shh..." His cool breath left goosebumps on your skin. You nodded and bit your lips as he stuck his fingers in his mouth. His bottom lip popped out as he dragged the two fingers back out with a saliva string. You nodded with anticipation. Matt had two favorite things, other than basic sex, fingering or oral. You were well aware of which one he chose right now. His slippery fingers smoothed over the outside of you and your hips lurched forward slightly. "I know... I know..." He was talking down to you like you were too excited for him.

"Matt just give her what she wants." Chris voice broke louder. He was standing, hand slowly stroking himself, waiting. He wanted to hear you, especially if he couldn't touch you. He needed something to tug at his imagination. Matt smirked into your eyes as he finally put one finger in. He knew you could handle more but the desire you had for him building was his favorite part to watch. He wanted to build you up just to break you under him.

Chris felt a shiver run through his body imagining what it would feel like to be first inside you. "So tight, baby." Matt answered as if he read his brother's mind. Matt slowly doubled his fingers inside you and started feeling around. He was looking for the spot he knew you enjoyed the most. Your back arched pushing him into you further.

"Oh fuck." He knew he had found it. Without any hesitation his whole hand started moving in and out, pumping relentlessly. "Oh my God." You whimpered. Chris finally getting to hear you groaned matching your whines.

"More Matt." Chris directed. Matt didn't need it though he knew exactly how to get you aroused. He used his other hand to grip your throat and pin you into the cream colored couch. Your moans were halted from the pressure. Matt felt himself growing and pulled himself out quickly before plunging his fingers back inside your soaking wet walls. Your body was ready to release and he could feel it fluttering for him.

"No. Hold it." He demanded. You wanted to do anything for him since it was his birthday, and held on. Your hands gripped the fabric on the couch.

"Fuck, I can't." You bite your lip.

"You know the rules." Chris warned. Matt liked toying with you. His hand, no longer on your throat, was slowly stroking himself. He was high but not close. He knew hearing your orgasm drop from your lips would be enough for him to cum.Even though it was their birthday they were still fixated on pleasuring you too fully.

"You wanna cum with me?" Matt's voice was soft, smooth, and inviting. You nodded over and over, unashamed his fingers alone thrusting in and out of you was enough to make you writhe for him. Matt gripped himself harder and sped up his own pace. His hands matching, one thrusting, one pumping. "Ready, baby?" He looked at you underneath his fringe and you lost control. You couldn't hold it any longer.

"Fuck. M-matt!" You released simultaneously. His cum warm on the outside of your thighs and yours gushing all around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and started sucking you off of him. He sat there watching your body lurch a few small times admiring his work. Your breath was leaving your body quickly. Chris, having heard his cue immediately stopped touching himself and dropped his sweatpants off.

"My turn." Chris wickedly grinned as he pushed your thighs open and wedge himself in position on your body.

First Part to the Sturniolo Birthday Special!! -- The Chratt Twins

(Written By -- The Matt Girl --)

Birthday Tradition Part 2 coming soon...

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