Bryan, my Brother

I was twenty two when I first fucked my brother.  He had recently broken up with my best friend, Saoirse, and was going through a difficult time, So I invited him to come for pizza and beer at the house I share with my husband, Mike.  We got an awesome amount of both and had ourselves a fun time taking the mick out from one another, forgetting the sadness in shared goofing off.

We've always been close, so our conversation is honest; once Mike had headed to bed, we began discussing the future complications of my still being really good friends with Saoirse when their two year relationship had ended seemingly, as far as Bryan was concerned, out of the blue.  I asked him what went on, he said Saoirse accused him of being a 'pillow princess'.  I had never heard the phrase before and laughed when he explained it was generally used to describe a woman who just lays there and expects her partner to do ALL the work in bed. 

'And?' I asked, 'Are you?'  He laughed and tried to talk about something else, but I pressed him on it, intrigued.  Bry had always been such a go-getter, an outdoorsman type who would hike, camp, fix automobiles for fun; that type of guy.  It seemed extraordinary that my best friend could describe him as 'reticent' or 'unadventurous'. 

I moved a little closer to him on the bench and put my hand on his thigh, 'what would you do if a lady was giving you the come-on, hey?  Would you just sit there and take it, hey?  Would you just be a little Pillow Prin...  I stopped as his hand wrapped around my curls to cup the back of my skull and he leant forwards pressing his soft warm lips up against my mumbling ones.  It was an experience I had, if being honest, brought myself to many orgasms over when I was fourteen or so and Bryan had first grown his goatee beard.  The four year age difference then, him being older, had made him seem alomst man-like to my eyes; an approachable sort of man who came to dinner every night; not like those men I fancied who lived in movies and on the rock 'n' roll stage.  A real, accessible one, though taboo to think of in the way I did alone in my pjs at night.

I made a 'sort of' attempt to push him off me, allowing him the chance to say that booze had gotten the better of him, momentarily.  But Bryan was not confused, he raised his other hand and tangled his rough fingers through my auburn hair, his tongue now exploring my own, hard and wet together.  I took his left wrist and moved his hand lower, that he might caress my right boob.  It felt so good in his hand that I reached under my tee and unhooked the brassiere beneath (those sexy 'Pink'-brand ones from Victoria's Secret that hook at the front are amazingly useful!)  He had full access now and he mauled me with both hands through the cotton top, my nips hard as rocks now and my cunt filling with desire.

His hands began to explore up my top now, flesh on flesh.  I was brimming at the feeling, it felt even better than when Mike and I had started dating and doing this sort of thing three years ago.  I reached out and unlooped Bry's belt, tugging at his fly buttons and tugging his cock out from his jockey shorts.  Bry was fully erect and his balls were stretched tight in desire.  I helped him take off my top and then I knelt in front of him, popping the mushroop head of his penis back and forth over the pout of my encircling lips, flicking his pee hole with the tip of my tongue.  Bryan leant further in, trying to grab my swinging breasts in his hands, resulting in a mouth full of cock for my and extra stimulation from his calloused fingertips trying unsuccessfully to grab a hold of my nipples.

He stopped short of coming, pushing me off him to kick his remainig clothes away and to pull my panties off.  There he stood butt nkaed, the light from the corner lamp showing his smooth chest, sinewed arms, and penis that glistened with my saliva.  He slid my cotton summer skirt up my thighs and placed his face down below. 

Oh, My, FUCKING, God.  My brother was eating me out, on the couch, in my marital home.  And it was fucking amazing.  He was slow, then fast, generous with his tongue.  He knew where my clitoris was and what to do with it.  Encircling, flicking, smoothing and slapping it with a generous tongue that wanted to please.  Dear reader, I came.  I was not as reserved as he had been when being fellated.  Besides, I knew my pussy could take many more orgasms than his man sausage.

'Fuck me, do it.  Come in me!'  I whispered with urgency.  The delights had been going on for some quarter hour now and I could not risk Mike waking up and catching us.  But I wanted my brother's dick in me like nothing I had ever known before.  He obliged.  Turning me onto all fours, stranded like a shipwreck victim over the settee arm, he took aim and then ran the length of himself up my glistening snatch.  I felt his prick meat fill out my pussy hole like a cucumber being packaged for wholesale.  He started slow to baste his manhood well with my juices.  He picked up the pace as my moans became deeper, yet more buried in the cushion.  He thrust twenty times long, deep HARD AS YOU FUCKING LIKE then exploded his jizz up my twat like a water cannon.

We slunk apart like spies and got back into our clothes, his eyes burning into mine with hot, yearning desire.  He slept on the couch (cushions turned to hide any stains till they could be clandestinely cleaned in daylight), I cleaned myself in the dowstairs restroom, then slunk to bed.

It was not to be the last time.