Family circle
I was taking languorous and lascivious licks along the thick veiny shaft of my husband’s waning penis, like it was French Vanilla ice cream on a stick. After a long and spirited cock-suck, his cork had been gloriously popped and I was now slurping up the last remaining vestiges of recently spent dribbly spunk from his pendulous nuts to that bulbous bit on the end that’s looks like a puking mushroom. I gave his rapidly deflating rosy head a big soggy smooch and looked up to my beloved with a big impish grin.
“So, what do you want?” Donny queried, staring down from up on high.
My smile sagged slightly (like his withering pant proboscis), but I mostly maintained my post-fellatio felicity. “Why, whatever do you mean?” I innocently responded, after taking a last big swallow of his salty seed.
“Every time you greet me naked at the door and proceed to give me one of your patented deluxe blowjobs, there’s always an expensive request or some piece of sour news at the end of it.”
I braced myself. He was completely right, of course. Not that I minded going down on the big lug, but I always put a little extra effort and suction into my hummers when ill tidings were at hand.
“My brother’s wife just threw him out,” I blurted.
“Oh no…”
“We’d only have to put him up for a short while. Until he can find a new place. A month at the most.”
“A month!”
“Gosh this looks so tasty,” I naughtily observed, placing his flaccid wanger back between my lips and giving it a few loving sucks.
“Stop that!”
Mr. Happy began to grow like an Scotsman’s bar tab as I swirled the knobbily end round and round the inside of my cheeks with a warm, wet talented tongue. He didn’t say much at all after that. Jimmy moved in the next day.
My little brother was as handsome as shoebox full of bunnies and possessed the body of a Greek God. I don’t know what the fuck that bitch was thinking, giving his young sweet ass the heave-ho. Jimmy had seemed a little down lately, but it was understandable. His home-life with the missus had been pretty rocky since they pushed inedible wedding cake down each other’s throats at the church but this dust up had been a corker. Changed locks, thrown pots and kicked balls – the whole magilla! When he showed up at the house, Jimmy’s face told me his marriage was as dead as Mel Gibson’s career. And his unusual gate told me that she’d bolloxed him with a pair of her pointiest.
I helped my poor lugubrious bro unpack and served his favorite meal that night. Donny was polite and welcoming (to a point) but I could tell that hubby was really regretting he liked blowjobs so much. Yep, I was going to have to spend a lot of time on my back with the legs generously spread to placate Mr. Grump while Jimmy boy was under our roof.
Things went along as smoothly as could be expected for about a week. We settled into a routine. I did all the work and Donny did all the complaining. And then one night, we had a barnburner of a fight over dinner at a local restaurant. No blood was spilled but a lot of red wine and spaghetti Bolognese became indiscriminately airborne. When we got home, I stormed into our bedroom, grabbed a nightie and headed off to where my brother was sleeping (I knew if I locked Donny out of our room, he’d simply kick Jim out of the house and take that bedroom. FUCK HIM!!).
I knocked and walked in quickly, to avoid having to see my fucking idiot husband. There was a mad scramble on the bed.
“Ah, hi,” he said looking as flustered as all get out.
Oh shit! I’d walked in on my little brother while he was whacking it. I felt so embarrassed for him.
“Is it all right if I sleep in here tonight?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t seen a thing. “I can just make up some sheets on the floor.”
“No, I’ll sleep on the floor. You take the bed. I insist.”
After a few minutes of pointless back and forth, we agreed to share it like we did when we were kids. Of course, we slept on opposite edges of the mattress (as etiquette, and probably the law, in these situations would dictate).
While on the outside I was doing the right thing, on the inside I couldn’t get that image of Jimmy with his dick in his hand out of my brain. I kept imagining if I’d walked in a little later and gotten to see a big healthy stream of jism gushing towards the ceiling and then raining down on his dishy solar plexus, leaving big gooey puddles. I was as wet as The Little Mermaid’s closet and soooo wanted to give myself the two-finger salute, but…hey, I was sharing a bed with my brother! Ladies outside of the Deep South just don’t do things like that!
The next morning though, I rubbed out three juicy ones in the shower. I was in the bathroom so long that Donny had to pee out the window. It did not help our ongoing marital problems but it sure helped me.
After my grouchy hubby had gone to work, it was just me and sweet Jimmy in the house. I for some reason, I didn’t get fully dressed after my morning ablutions and began prancing around the house in my flimsiest attire. My brother did his best to be the perfect gentleman when he saw me but I caught him guiltily checking out the goods when he thought my attentions were otherwise engaged. What was I doing? After about half an hour of this shameless exhibitionism, I came to my senses and stopped acting like a demented tart. That night, I gave Donny the ride of his life. By the time I was through with him, I think he wanted to go sleep in Jimmy’s room, just to get away from me.
The next few days were a confused mess. I became thoroughly obsessed with men in their most private moments. Every time I’d clap eyes on some guy in the street or at the grocery store, I’d imagine him with his cock in his hand, pounding it furiously till his balls exploded. I began pummeling my plumb cross-eyed in parking lots! In my, car of course. But, there were a few lucky people passing by who got to see some major mound mauling going on.
Alas, even with psychotic sessions of self-abuse, I could not sate my slit. All I could think about was seeing Jimmy playing with himself again. It had me dripping like a Walmart faucet all day long.
One afternoon, I walked by the bathroom and heard the shower running. My palms began to sweat. The thought of my brother in there, naked and soapy…possibly pleasuring himself under the hot water…I couldn’t help myself. I tried the door. When the knob turned in my hand, I almost passed out. But in I went regardless, knocking after the fact.
“It’s just me,” I called out cheerfully. “I need to get something from under the sink.”
“No problem,” Jimmy replied good naturedly, never suspecting the true and lurid reason for my surprise visit. I sat down on the floor, opened up the cupboard and took out the first thing I saw. “Hey, remember when we were kids and we used to have baths together?” I playfully inquired, watching him suds up through the steamy glass.
“I think our parents would probably frown on us doing it now, though,” he joked back.
My stomach felt like it was being used as a speed bag by Oscar Bonavena. How long dare I stay there? I almost sensibly got up and walked out of the room but he started to wash his nutsack and I just couldn’t take my eyes of it.
“It would also be a much tighter fit,” I force-giggled.
The water turned off. Jimmy waited. I jumped up and grabbed a towel. It was very tempting to open up the door and hand it to him but I tossed it over top of the glass. My heart was pounding so hard, it was practically bouncing my left tit up and down.
“I’ll leave you to it, unless you need help drying those hard to reach places,” I blurted out coquettishly.
“I think I can take it from here.”
He didn’t take the bait. Oh Well.
Off I trotted. I didn’t see him when he came out of the bathroom because I was back on my bed, wanking up a storm, with images of steamy nut-washing raging through my head. That night, I just happened to have another blistering argument with Donny.
This time I didn’t knock. But I did turn the heating off in the house.
“Hey, mind if I bunk in here with you again, tonight?” I wobbled my lip.
“Sure,” Jimmy said sympathetically, as I slipped under the covers. “This isn’t about me, is it? I can move out, if my staying here is causing a problem between you two.”
I cuddled up to him, plopping my leg across his. “No, it isn’t about you,” I whimpered, placing my head on his shoulder. “We’re just going through a bad patch.”
I could tell my brother was more than a little uncomfortable with the situation. He was only wearing a pair of jockeys and my nightgown was not of the flannel variety. “Gosh, it’s cold in here,” I sighed and cuddled him even tighter. “Can I just stay like this for a few minutes, until I get warm?” (I am so evil!)
“Of course,” he half-heartedly replied.
“Thank you so much. I am so cold.” I lifted my leg slightly, so the top of my thigh was touching the bottom of his balls. His body tensed, noticeably. He was trying his dig-darned best not to sprout a boner and I was not making it easy for him. “I’m so sorry I interrupted you the other night,” I softly whispered in his ear.
“What do you mean?” Now he was really, really tense.
“I remember once, mom walked on me while I was playing with myself.” I stroked his chest, as though I was deep in thought. “Talk about mortified, so I know how embarrassed you must have felt. But, I just want you to know, there’s no reason to be.”
“Ah, thanks.”
“I still masturbate like crazy, and I’ve got Donny.”
This was about the last thing Jimmy wanted to be talking about with his sister draped over him but I showed him no mercy. “I’ll put a fresh box of Kleenex in here tomorrow.”
“Ah, could we talk about something else?”
I wanted to pop my head under the covers and inhale his dong, but I refrained.
“There’s no need to talk about anything, sweetie,” I faux yawned, “I’m really sleepy, anyway.”
With that I closed my eyes, still wrapped around him like a straight jacket. Of course, I wasn’t asleep but I put on a good show. My pretty sizeable breasts where nuzzled up against his arm and that rude upper thigh of mine became even better acquainted with “the family jewels.”
I waited a good 15 to 20 minutes, before my hand slipped down onto his underwear. His dick was rock hard and a mite more meaty than the one Donny had dangling between his big hairy legs. I let out a yes-I’m-really-asleep noise to cover my brazen invasion of his very private and personal space and anxiously waited to see if he would remove my hand from “down there.” To my utter amazement and delight, he didn’t. I had my hand on my brother’s cock!!!! A little pre-cum quiver rippled through my torso at the feel of his rigidness beneath my fingertips. I just let it rest there, feeling the odd penile twitch of arousal beneath my palm. Yep, he was likin’ his older sister’s velvety touch. Patience was an absolute imperative now. My clit was begging to be put out of its misery but still I held firm (literally and figuratively – wink). If I’d have been my bro at this point, I’d have rolled over on top of me and fucked me till my teeth fell out but Jimmy was too much of a sweet and noble soul…damn him!
Eventually, I started to drift of to sibling slumber-land but at some point I was awoken by a subtle shaking of the bed. Hurrah! My brother was giving his wonderful wiener some much needed love. I lay as still as the grave. Through squinty eyes, I could see his fist subtly pumping up and down on his fuck-nozzle. I was now transfixed. While asleep, my hand had drifted down even further and was now resting on his plump and tender gonads so I could feel every delicious beat of his meat. The urge to dry-hump his leg was overwhelming but I held fast, as his breathing increased. Soon he would be maniacally committed to the big splurty conclusion of his whacking off, unable to reverse his urgent and triumphant march to autoerotic eruption. I could feel how desperately close he was but continued to play dead until the very last second, when the manly spew began to surge up the length of his pant trout. I’ve manually serviced enough Johnsons to have a sense of when one is about to blow and this one was rapidly approaching liftoff. Just as the very first oozy stream of jam shot skyward, I began gently kneading his sack. There was a moment of horror and realization but Jimmy was powerless to do anything about it as a monstrous orgasm tore through him like shoppers at a Black Friday Box Store. Cum was everywhere. All over his stomach, his dick and the back of my fist. Eventually, my little brother regained enough of his senses to put his hand over mine to stop me milking his nards. I kissed his neck softly.
“I can’t tell you how much that turned me on,” I gleefully admitted.
My brother was not so gleeful.
“You’re my sister, for Christsakes. I just came all over you.”
He gently lifted my jizz-soaked paw off his shrinking package, but at a loss as to where to put it down, he placed it in a pool of coagulating sperm on his stomach.
“I told you. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it was majorly hot.”
“But you’re my sister!”
“Hey, it’s not like we fucked or anything. This isn’t incest. What’s a little nut-rub between siblings?”
“It just feels creepy.”
“How about I bang one out in front of you, and we’ll be even.”
“No!”
“Will you keep quiet, you’ll wake my husband.”
“And that’s another thing. You have a husband.”
“And you have a wife…technically.”
“Carissa…”
“Don’t Carissa me. I’m older, remember. You’ve had your fun, so now it’s my turn. Now, I’m going to take this nightie off and you’re going to lie there like a good little boy and watch me have a righteous wank.”
Before he could protest, I had ditched my negligee and lay buck naked beside him. There’s a twat tingly feeling of nervousness and lust you get, the first time you take all your clothes in front of a boy. This was just like that. Laid bare, as the sordid murky waters of forbidden sin wash over you.
Jimmy didn’t want to look but, hey, he’s a man. His eyes were drawn immediately to my ample tits. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around the right one and then locked onto his upper-thigh with a vengeance.
“No you just stay still and I’ll do all the hard work.”
I began to slide my tender, titillated, not to mention almost painfully swollen, cunt lips up and down his taut leg muscles. My labia, clit, and vaginal opening formed a bestial bond with his sinewy flesh that was mind blowing. The more uncomfortable he Jimmy felt, the more turned on I became. That hand on my tit was driving me wild. I gazed rapaciously into my brother’s pleading eyes while I humped the daylights out of his lower limb, my lap lube marinating his cream-colored skin. Pretty soon, my cum-soaked hand had drifted back down to his flaccid cock. I grabbed a hold of that awesome organ and began to yank the fuck out of it as I continued my pelvic barrage against his scandalized personage.
“Whack off for me,” I sighed.
“What?”
“You want to get this over with quick, right? You start whapping that thing, and I promise, I will cum in seconds.”
I grabbed his hand and placed it on his quickly engorging junk. Very reluctantly – in fact, I had to guide his palm quite forcefully in the early stages of his self-pleasureage – Jimmy gradually began to get into the spirit of the moment, pumping his epic erection. What a site! My younger brother, slamming his sausage right in front of me. My prediction came true. Soon, vast swaths of carnal candy turned my pulsating pudendum into a tingly tidal pool of lap pudding. My vaginal canal clenched so hard it practically popped the eyes out of my head. Jimmy continued to jerk it while I began to shamelessly gyrate like I was churning butter in my twat. My jaw slammed shut and I knew I was rapidly approaching the runway to a major motherfucker of a climax. I let out a grunt like a shot pig as this massive abdominal spasm nearly flung me off the bed. A gargantuan surge of blinding concupiscent fire rocketed up my inner core and nearly blew the top of my head off. Things were totally out of control. It felt like I had the Battle of Britain going on between my legs, as wave after wave of orgasmic explosions laid waste to my sexual organs. My ovaries were vibrating off the hook. My womb was undulating like an accordion gone mad. There was a throb in my clit that I could feel in my forehead. Jimmy must have been riding the same vibe because a second sticky load of mamma-makers spurted out of the end of his knob.
When things calmed down a little, we just lay their necking, our tongues dancing around each other’s mouths, coating each other in our bodily liquids.
The next thing I remember was waking up with the feeling that I was being watched. I turned my head, just as Donny’s shadow disappeared from the small crack in the doorway (I know I closed that door!). When I turned my gaze back to the bed – there I was, wrapped around my naked little brother with his dick once again in my hand.
Well, nothing to be done about it now. I gently cupped Jimmy’s beautiful, hairless nuts in my hand and went back to sleep. Donny could make his own breakfast.
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