BROTHER IN LAW WITH BENEFITS

A special thanks to Brad who now attends the University 
of Minnesota for making this amazing evening come to 
life.

My story I guess starts when I met my husband and his 
brother Brad. At the age of 12 Brad was 13 years our 
junior. During the two years my husband and I dated I 
got to know brad quite well. He was a cute kid, a bit 
shy and almost from the beginning started to show signs 
of a teen boy crush on me. It was so obvious in those 
early years that even his mom would tease be that I had 
stolen the hearts of both her sons.

At the age of 14 Brad was in our wedding party and we 
continued to become close friends and now family, My 
husband and I moved close to the city so we did not see 
brad as often but still had him over for the occasional 
weekend or camping trip. 

As the years went on Brad was growing up and his little 
crush on me either disappeared or maybe he just got 
better at hiding it. He was still sweet to me and on a 
few occasions I caught him stealing a glance. But then 
again at that age boys are a ball of hormones and will 
look at anybody.

My husband and I were now three years into our marriage 
and we lived in a small apartment as we saved to buy a 
house and have a few kids. Brad had gotten accepted to 
a great school at the last minute in the city but 
couldn't get housing as he was put on a waiting list. 

As soon as my husband heard he of course offered our 
small couch as a place to stay during the week at 
least. Brad had stayed over many times but felt bad, as 
this was a big imposition in his mind. 

My husband of course dismissed his concerns saying, 
that's what family is for and wouldn't take no for a 
answer, he also mentioned that Brad could be a help 
since I was alone a few nights during the month while 
he traveled. After some back and forth it was agreed 
that Brad would stay with us and look for a place on 
weekends or hopefully get a call on housing from the 
school waiting list.

School started at the end of August so Brad moved in a 
couple of days before to get settled. It was fun having 
him around to chat with those first few weeks as he and 
I got on great and enjoyed each others company. The 
apartment was cramp and the bathroom/shower was a major 
problem in the morning but we were dealing with it as 
best we could. The mornings were so bad that when my 
husband scheduled his first business trip since Brad 
had moved in, the on going joke was that now we could 
take 7 minute showers in stead of 5.

The close quarters came with some loss of privacy, my 
husband and I could no longer spontaneously have sex 
after work or in the morning because it would be 
obvious so like parents with children we were limited 
to after 10 or 11 when we called it a night and went to 
bed.  We also got used to not wearing a lot of clothing 
in front of each other in the morning especially. 

It was not uncommon for all three of us to exit the 
bathroom in a towel and in a few cases be seen in our 
underwear. I am not particularly shy about my body so I 
didn't have a problem with this however because of 
Brads age and his obvious interest in the female body 
(mine included).

I made sure that he never saw me in anything less then 
a respectable bra and panty and even then only briefly. 
Not that having a 17-year-old handsome guy take a 
glance at my 30 year old body was such a distasteful 
experience but I also felt bad for him and didn't want 
to drive him crazy.

On the third week of Brad being with us my husband went 
out of town for two nights. Brad was great while he was 
away, helping get dinner on since he arrived early 
which gave me a chance to relax and get cleaned up. We 
were like an old couple as we had dinner and watched a 
little TV and then went off to bed.

The second night was pretty much the same as I got home 
to a semi prepared dinner and got cleaned up. After 
dinner I was in my pj's on my bed doing my toes and 
Brad came in as he had the night before. There wasn't 
anything on TV so we laid on the bed and played a few 
board games and stayed up till almost 12am At that 
point I was dead tired and the next day was a work day 
so I said, "That's it I am going to bed."

I then offered the bed to Brad, he was too big for our 
small couch and I just thought he could get a better 
night sleep. I didn't think anything bad about it, I 
had a nice queen bed so we wouldn't be on top of each 
other and I would keep my pj's on. He looked very 
awkward about it but after I offered a second time he 
said, "Sure."

Like two good friends we got under the covers I gave 
him his usual good night peck and went to sleep.

I slept like a log until morning when I woke up a few 
minutes before my alarm clock to find that I had 
shifted over to my husbands side of the bed and was now 
facing Brad cuddled up in his chest with our legs 
somewhat intertwined.  I am not exactly sure how much 
we were intertwined because I was so startled by this 
that I quickly rolled over waking him up. I wasn't sure 
if he realized so I didn't say anything and in reality 
it wasn't all that big a deal, so we cuddled while 
sleeping, not exactly a major sin.

My husband came home that day and things continued 
pretty much as before. Brad and I continued to become 
closer friends as I helped him hunt for an apartment 
and just general conversations. I learned about all his 
dreams and also problems. Brad was a bit shy and lacked 
a little confidence in himself. He was always worried 
about failing in school and had a difficult time making 
new friends especially girls. Although he never said it 
I was pretty sure that this poor kid was still a virgin 
in college.

A few more weeks had passed and Brad had now been with 
us for 6 weeks but seemed like he was getting close to 
a dorm as he was next on the waiting list. I was happy 
for him and we were so cramped in our apartment and my 
husband and I looked forward to our privacy again. 
However I also knew I would miss him in many ways. He 
had become a great friend, person to talk to and our 
late night board game wars had become addicting as we 
were constantly playing and wagering who went first in 
the shower, who cooked etc. 

At the time I wouldn't admit it but I would also miss 
his youthful attention. I had gotten used to and fond 
of his little glances. Not that I was aroused by them 
but I found them sexy and reassuring that I was still 
attractive. He would never stare or touch me in any way 
or be rude but I would occasionally catch a glance as I 
exited the bathroom in a towel, or when I got home from 
work in a skirt and especially on a rare occasion when 
had caught a glimpse of me in my underwear

My husband's next trip was upon us as he was leaving on 
a Thursday and returning on a Saturday morning.

I had a slow day on Thursday and got home a bit early. 
Brad greeted me at the door with a big smile. After a 
hello hug he said he had brought two steaks and that he 
wanted to make them on the grille on the terrace. I 
thought that was a great idea. I noticed his little 
glance at my black mid thigh skirt with a cami top and 
jacket, black heels of course. It was an Indian summer 
day so I went out to the terrace and sat on a lounger 
with a bottle of water relaxing and chatting. 

As I sat on the lounger of course my little ball of 
testosterone peeked up my dress hoping to see some 
panty I guess. I just laughed to myself and as usual 
pretend to have a blonde moment and not notice. He 
cooked the steaks and we eat them on the terrace, I 
even opened a bottle of wine to go with the steaks. As 
we ate we chatted about what to do, whether we should 
have a major monopoly match or watch a movie.  

We decided on the spur of the moment that it was early 
and we should go to the movies, I said, "Sure it's a 
date." I cleaned up after dinner and he threw some nice 
clothes on.

Before we left I gave him money and car keys playfully 
saying that he should pay, drive as I accepted to be 
treated like a lady on a date, this way I could train 
him for his college girl friends. He laughed but seemed 
to like the idea of at least appearing to be my date as 
opposed to a kid brother being taken to the movies.

We walked outside and he promptly opened my door and 
even held my hand as I got in of course his hormones 
got the best of him as I sat his eyes left mine and 
went south. I thanked him and he closed the door and 
walked around. For some reason I decided that it was 
time to teasingly cure him of his little habit. 

As he sat behind the wheel I said that I had his first 
dating lesson of the evening, he stopped and listened 
wondering what I was going to say. "You never check out 
a date's legs when you help her in the car, its kind of 
rude because she is trusting you not too, so if you do 
look you need to get better at it," I said. 

He turned red and was somewhat speechless, as he must 
have thought I was pissed. "Besides," I said, "you have 
known me for years and been living in my house for 6 
weeks so you have seen plenty of my legs, see they 
haven't changed." As I said this I slowly pulled my 
skirt up fairly high without showing panty, then pulled 
it down. I laughed shook my head and said, "Lesson 
over, let's drive."

For the rest of the evening out he was a perfect 
gentleman as he opened doors, stood on lines, carried 
the food, held my hand on his arm as we walked etc. We 
watched the movie and I even found myself resting my 
head on his shoulders, as the theatre was a bit chilly. 
He even smelled good as he wore cologne I had bought 
him for Christmas.

He again walked with me to the car and helped me in, 
this time of course never looking; as he got in I 
kidded him saying that was better or at least you got 
better at it. He blushed and surprised me by saying 
that he got better at it that of course got him a 
playful smack on the arm.  I took the opportunity to 
kind of say I was sorry for teasing him about my legs, 
I assured him I wasn't mad just kidding as I understood 
he was just a curious 18 year old. He smiled somewhat 
embarrassed and didn't say anything else

We arrived home and I wanted to get comfortable and so 
did he, we agreed that we would play a few games before 
bed. I got cleaned up, put on a pajama pant with a 
braless cami and some socks. Brad met me in the bedroom 
in a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt. I flipped thru 
some TV channels as we talked about what game to play, 
it was to late for monopoly so we thought and then Brad 
came out with Truth or dare. 

I was quite familiar with that game and wasn't sure 
about playing it, but after some discussion I figured I 
would play for a while. I made sure the rules included 
that we had 3 passes and no dares out side the house. I 
didn't think he would have the nerve to give me a bad 
dare but just in case I had enough passes to last me to 
bedtime. I told him to get me a little wine from the 
kitchen, as I might need it for some of the questions.

I selected truth or my first turn and waited for him to 
ask. I expected him to ask me some personal stuff and 
some curious sexual stuff but was surprised at how 
quickly he started. His first question was how many 
guys did I date before his brother. I reminded him that 
I was 25 when I met his brother and then said that I 
dated about 20 guys but some might have been just one 
date. 

He selected truth and I figured whets fair is fair so I 
asked how many girls he had dated, he said he had gone 
to the movies once with a girl in high school. I felt a 
little bad as I hadn't realized he was that shy.

I sipped my wine and chose truth again; his next 
question was even more personal as he wanted to know at 
what age I lost my virginity. I couldn't say I was a 
virgin for the wedding after admitting to having an 
active dating calendar so I went with the truth, 17. He 
was surprised when I said it. I asked what he thought I 
would say and he said 20. 

It was his turn and I think he was scared that I would 
ask the same question so he picked dare, I tried to 
think of something that a college guy would consider 
funny and I came up with him mooning the sliding doors 
by terrace, knowing that being on second floor no one 
would actually see him. But he wasn't budging as he got 
pretty shy and took a pass. "Too bad," I said. "The 
neighbors would have enjoyed your butt." He responded 
that he doubted it but I reassured him that I know they 
would have and gave it a slap as he walked by me.

I kept sipping wine as I decided whether to go truth or 
dare. I had passes but I also wanted to win as the 
loser tonight would have to do all the cooking and 
cleaning tomorrow. So I went with dare, Brad thought 
for a while and then came up with a pretty good one. I 
had to do twenty-five jumping jacks next to the bed. 

My first thought was that's pretty lame no problem 
however as I stood I realized I had on braless pajama 
cami and by breasts would bounce like crazy. I gave him 
a look as if to let him know that I knew and proceeded 
to do them. When I got to 15 I had to quickly stop as I 
thought my left breast was going to pop out, he laughed 
and I finished the last 10 without incident.

For his turn he again selected a dare, I couldn't think 
of anything and then I figured I would make good use of 
it so I dared him to give me a 5-minute foot massage. 
He said okay and I told him to bring some hand lotion 
from the bathroom. 

I sat up on a pillow and he pulled off my socks and 
then brought my feet up on his thighs as he rested them 
there.  He proceeded to give me the foot rub. I was 
kind of surprised as he had a nice touch gentle yet 
firm. It felt wonderful and I told him so as his hands 
massaged every inch of my feet. Before I knew it my 
time was up. Brad put my socks back on and went and 
washed the lotion off his hands.

A few more sips of wine and it was my turn, I wasn't 
sure again whether to go truth or dare, so I finally 
went with truth. I braced myself for a personal 
question and I got it, the question was is your husband 
good in bed. This was an odd question at first but then 
I guess I realized that coming from the younger brother 
who all his life has heard how great his brother was at 
everything he probably was hoping that there was a 
chink in the armor. 

Although my husband wasn't the best I ever had in bed 
he was very good, but I felt bad saying that, so I 
figured what harm could there be in a little white lie. 
I told brad that I loved his brother very much but that 
sexually he was okay then I really made his day 
whispering that he could be a little bigger. As I 
expected he lit up like a light. 

It was Brad's turn and he picked a dare, having enjoyed 
the foot rub I knew another innocent part of my body he 
could work on, "5-minute scalp massage," I said. "Just 
like at the beauty parlor," I said. So Brad came up 
behind me and took his big hands and for 5 minutes gave 
me a heavenly massage on my scalp

It was my turn again and I as always was undecided. It 
took a few more sips of wine to decide. I said, "Dare," 
and waited for Brad to come up with something clever. 
He came up with a bit of a shocker, a ten second kiss 
he said. "No more wine for you," I answered. Which of 
course brought a sad puppy dog look to his face. "I 
can't give you a real kiss Brad, it wouldn't be right." 
He answered that he knew it was just that he never had 
one and got carried away, "I will think of something 
else," he said. 

After about a minute I said, "Okay I will do it, but 
only because its your first." The smile of course was 
ear to ear. "How do you want it I said?"

Puzzled he said, "on the lips."

"No I mean you want me to lean over as we are now, or 
standing up so we can hold each other or laying down 
its your first kiss you want it to be special." He 
thought and said, "Lying down on the bed." I took him 
and we lay facing each other on our sides. I put his 
arm around me and mine around him. I then took a deep 
breath and said, "Ready?" He shook his head nervously. 

I figured I would give the kid a good one so I started 
slow, just wet little kisses on his lips, then I sucked 
his bottom lip a little bit then I placed my mouth 
fully on his and opened my mouth for his tongue. Our 
tongues danced as we held each other tight Although we 
weren't grinding each other we were close enough that 
our bodies touched and I could feel his bulge against 
me.

We continued to kiss past the 10 seconds. I 
occasionally broke the kiss to give him soft wet kisses 
and then went back to tongues. Finally at about 30 
seconds I broke the kiss and said, "Okay 10 is over." 
All he could say was wow!

I sat up and took a sip thinking how weird this night 
had gotten. After the kiss I said that it was getting 
late and we would just play a few more turns and then 
go to bed. He then selected truth so I asked what three 
celebs that he would love to have sex with and he named 
them putting Angelina Jolie at number one.

It was my turn then, I go for a dare and he turns the 
massage table on me saying I should give him a 5-minute 
full body massage. I of course said, "You cant do a 
full body in 5 minutes and I am to tired to anyway so 
pick an area like I had with my feet and later scalp."

He selected his back. I love giving and getting massage 
so this one wasn't bad at all I told him to take off 
his shirt and I then straddles his butt as he laid on 
his stomach. I slipped fingers in the back of his 
waistband and pulled his shorts down a bit in order to 
do the small of his back. I start at his neck, 
shoulders, then back, sides and lower back. I did it 
somewhat fast since I only had 5 minutes by worked his 
muscles well with the lotion. I remember thinking while 
I did, what a nice body he had. I finished the 5 
minutes and jumped off his back, giving his butt a slap 
on the way up.

It was his turn and it would be possibly be the last, 
he picked a dare and I thought about it and then I 
figured that I would also take a back massage. I handed 
him the lotion and said, "Back please," laughing. 

I made him turn around and when he did I took off my 
cami and used it to cover my breasts as I laid on them 
and my stomach. Brad turned back and straddles me to 
massage my back. I wanted to make sure he got the small 
of my back (best part) so I told him to pull by waist 
band down a bit so that he could do my lower back as I 
had done to him. 

Nervously and very gently brought my pants down ever so 
slightly but enough to actually catch a look at the top 
of my panty. He then starts with the lotion and quickly 
shows a very nice touch as he had with my feet. He 
slowly worked my back, sides and shoulders ending each 
time on my lower back.  He would go from firm to a 
softer touch as he spent a good 10 minutes on my back. 
I was in heaven and totally lost in the moment. 

So whether it was the massage or the wine I don't know 
but when he finished I asked him to do more, saying my 
legs. He said, "Okay and shifted location," he tried 
pulling up my pajama pants but could not and the 
without even giving it a thought I said, "Take them 
off, just make sure you don't pull my panties down with 
them."

He must have been floored cause I couldn't believe I 
said it, but before I said anything he softly grabbed 
the band and slowly removed them all the way off my 
legs leaving me in panties and a folded shirt covering 
my breasts. I then made light of the situation by 
joking that it was a night of first for brad, first 
real kiss and first woman in her panties. Brad laughed 
and agreed thanking me. 

So after the excitement of seeing me in my panties Brad 
proceeds to massage my legs like a pro. As he does my 
legs and calves and thighs I cant help but think for a 
minute how dam sexy this is being almost naked on my 
bed with my 18 y/o brother in law. Brad does all the 
way up my thighs but keeps a respectable distance from 
my private area. After about 10 minutes he finishes my 
back legs. And he says rather causally turn over sis.

Enjoying the massage way to much to stop I hold my 
shirt close to breasts and flip over thinking he has 
seem the back so no harm in seeing the front As I 
finish my turn Brad looks at me disappointed. I say 
whets the matter, as I couldn't imagine what he was 
miffed at. 

He laughs saying that I moved way to quick for him to 
catch a glimpse and being such a night of first he had 
hoped, I laughed, you little bastard maybe you should 
call your brother and tell him you are massaging his 
wife in his bed in her panties and was wondering if I 
could put on a little girls gone wild breast show for 
you. He stopped laughing for a moment as he realized 
how bad this looked and didn't know if I was kidding. 

I noticed he looked rather worried so I threw caution 
to the wind and pointed my finger at him saying, "Our 
secret right," with that I pulled the shirt that 
covered my breasts off and announced another first. 

I then tell him he can enjoy the view while he massages 
my legs and by the way at this point a compliment would 
be nice. He of course responds with great enthusiasm 
saying that they are amazing.

Brads is totally shocked and overwhelmed by his luck 
tonight but gets a hold of himself and gets back to 
massaging my legs taking glances at my perky b cups. As 
before he is very good with his hands and slowly 
massages my feet, ankles and my legs. Very slowly he 
comes up my outer leg and thigh all the way up to my 
panty. On the inner thigh he also comes up but a 
respectable distance. 

I lay there enjoy all of this and thinking about how it 
all happened and how I am enjoying it. The massage is 
great of course but I also feel very sex. Lying there 
in nothing more then a white cotton bikini with my 
young brother in law massaging me and enjoying my body, 
as his first look at a woman's body is pretty amazing 
and sexy. Something about being first and that kid in a 
candy store look he has is very sexy. The other sexy 
thing of course is that for the last 30 minutes or so 
it has become quite impossible for Brad to hide his 
excitement.

I couldn't help getting caught up in Brads excitement 
as it not only made me feel sexy but a little sorry for 
him because of his shyness around girls his age. He was 
a cute kid with a killer body and a smile that could 
charm the pants off any woman but he didn't engage 
people.  

I started to think of ways to help him and have some 
fun but the wedding ring on my finger kept getting in 
the way. I then began to rationalize to myself that 
somehow if something more then the nudity was to 
happen, as long as it was limited and more importantly 
if it happened solely for the purpose of treating Brad 
to a wonderful experience and not for my own pleasure, 
well then it wasn't like real cheating. 

As silly as it seems now I was thinking that as long as 
our activities were limited it wasn't much different 
then when I had taught him to dance a few years ago for 
the junior prom he never went too. What would be so bad 
after seeing most of me nude if I just let him look at 
me, maybe touch a little or what would be so bad about 
me jerking him off. He was a kid his awkward touch 
probably wouldn't even be enjoyable for me and jerking 
him off would take seconds at most.

Just as my mind was in deep thought Brad finished the 
massage, I thanked him with a great big thank you that 
was great and got up in just my panties. I mentioned 
that now that I knew what a good masseuse he was I 
would have to make him massage me more often, with less 
nudity of course I said giggling.

I then pulled the covers back and slipped into the bed 
without putting anything on, I asked him to get in with 
me. He hesitantly did and I then looked him in the eyes 
and told him the that I knew he was really aroused and 
if I weren't married to your brother I would be honored 
to be your first and take your virginity as you are so 
cute and sweet but I wouldn't feel right. I do however 
have a compromise, something that I feel okay with 
considering how tonight has developed I will get 
totally naked and allow you to touch and explore my 
body, you can kiss me, touch me, even lick me. At the 
end I will touch you and give you what they call a 
little happy ending, okay.

Brad lay there with his mouth opened and the biggest 
smile on his face. He couldn't believe his good fortune 
as he said, "Thank you so much," about 10 times. 

I lay on my back and let him enjoy my body and explore 
it. I was pretty surprised as Brad started to slowly 
kiss my lips, then tongue kissing me and his very soft 
touch of my nipples and breasts. This was not the touch 
of an awkward kid I expected, instead he had a great 
soft touch that felt great and was arousing me. Brad 
advanced slowly with gentle wet kisses and soft 
touching my breasts and nipples. I could feel my breath 
getting heavier. He then lowered his head and started 
to play with my breasts and nipples with his mouth. 

Again he showed great instinctive skills combining soft 
licking with occasional harder sucking which was 
driving me insane. For what seemed like forever he 
continued to play with my breasts alternating between 
his hands and mouth while also giving me what were 
becoming harder and more passionate kisses. 

Then his hand slowly lowered to my clit, he softly 
rubbed my clit and lips. Again as with my breasts he 
started with a very soft touch, more exploring then 
anything else. After a while he started to touch me a 
bit more forcefully and I started to feel an orgasm 
building. I couldn't believe it this punk kid was going 
to make me cum just like that. He alternated from 
fingering me to rubbing my clit directly; during one of 
those clit rubs my body spasmed and my arms and legs 
wrapped around him as I came. Kissing him hard and even 
whispering his name as I came. As my orgasm subsided he 
looked all excited that he had been able to do that to 
me, he asked if I was all right and we talked a little 
about what had just happened.

I now felt quite aroused and a little guilty but I 
wanted to make him cum as I had promised, I had planned 
to give him a quick hand job but felt he deserved a 
little treat. I had him lay on his back and I straddled 
him as if I was going to fuck him, instead I started to 
rub my soaking wet slit on the bottom of his cock, 
slowly at first like a wet dry hump. 

My hips rocking and leaning over and kissing him I 
whispered little things in his ear like how good this 
felt, how hot he had made me and how much I wish I 
could put it in me. I continued this sensual slide up 
and down on his cock for a few minutes and then his 
body tensed and I felt him cum shooting blobs of cum 
all over my pussy and pubic. I continued until he was 
done and then slowly got up. I laughed and spread my 
legs showing him the mess he had made. He laughed also 
as he saw, I then figured it was time to end this and 
get cleaned up. I got up and said I was going to jump 
in the shower.

As I walked to the bathroom Brad asked if he could join 
me, I turned and thought a bit. I said that what had 
happened was a one time thing but he of course said 
with his cute little smile that it was a night of 
firsts and it was just a shower still not violating the 
limits which I had set. Despite my better judgment I 
agreed and we both entered the shower. 

Once in the shower of course he wanted to wash each 
other so I went first. I didn't want to continue our 
little naughty session so I washed him rather quickly 
from his head to toe on his backside and then started 
the front. Of course when I got to his penis I couldn't 
help actually touching it for the first time as I gave 
it a quick but playful washing. I had finished him and 
it was now brads turn.

Brad was much more deliberate of course as he enjoyed 
every minute and every inch of my body. I stood there 
as his hands explored all over my shoulders, back and 
ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the moment 
with no thought to any guilt for my pleasure. He then 
bent down and did my legs, feet and of course all the 
way up my inner thigh not being bashful. He then turned 
me around and repeated my washing on my front. He spent 
forever washing my shoulders, breasts and nipples. His 
nice touch coupled with his soapy hands had my eyes 
closed and little moans escaping my mouth. 

Then he kneels down doing my legs and feet. Then works 
his way to my pussy, as he washes it softly he leans 
over and give it a kiss. I was surprised as my eyes 
were closed and I didn't sense it coming, I gave him a 
playful slap on the head saying that the fun was over 
and this was just a shower. He continued to wash me 
there giving me extreme pleasure and after I had let 
out another little moan he leaned in again and this 
time put his mouth on my clit. 

I couldn't help myself at that point; I collapsed onto 
the wall behind me, let out a louder moan and even 
instinctively placed my right foot on the tub ledge so 
that he could have access. For a moment I was going to 
stop, how could I do this again, this wasn't part of 
the deal, I am a married woman I thought. But his 
tongue on my clit proved to be too much, it wasn't long 
before my body was bucking and having spasms from a hot 
orgasm.

The orgasm subsided and I got a hold of myself. I told 
him he should not have done but couldn't help smile as 
I did. I put on some panties and a top and climbed into 
bed, he followed me in after putting some shorts on and 
I said, "Goodnight." I turned my back to him as I 
wanted to end our fun, he gave me a hug and then also 
went off to sleep, at least for now.

BIG BROTHER

Dammit, but your brother is worthless.

That's the thought you have as you pull into his 
driveway, with a turkey casserole in your passenger 
seat and your evening out on your mind. Sure, Neil 
works more than full time at the factory and is a good 
provider for his wife, but he can't do anything useful 
around the house. He doesn't clean, he doesn't cook. He 
does mow the lawn regularly, but that's probably just 
because he thinks it's butch to play with any tool that 
has a gasoline engine. If the kitchen stove could be 
made to run at 250 hp with a two-stroke motor, maybe 
he'd finally learn how to make something more ambitious 
than mac'n'cheese.

And you're the baby sister, so it's up to you to bring 
him a hot dinner every weeknight. You planned to be out 
cutting loose with your girlfriends downtown, but Mom 
is conservative enough to make you do the girly 
errands. Dammit, but your brother is worthless.

You trot up the front stoop with the casserole held 
firmly in both hands. After nearly two weeks, you've 
learned not to worry about how you'll knock at the door 
without a free hand; Neil's watching for you. He throws 
the door open before you even hit the final step. "Come 
on in, Princess." He's wearing his pajama pants and a 
Hawaiian shirt, hanging untucked and unbuttoned.

"Don't call me that, Dorkface," you reprimand him. "Who 
do you get your fashion sense from, the back of the 
beer can? Your pus gut looks like a one-eyed walrus 
poking out of your shirt."

"What, this?" He slaps both hands on his naked abs. 
"This is a storage tank for all the excess 
testosterone. Come on, you want to cop a feel?"

You nudge your elbow into his belly and smirk over the 
rims of your glasses. "You only wish a girl like me 
would touch you. I'm way out of your league."

Neil grins at you. "It's shameless the way we flirt."

"Flirt?" You return his grin. This kind of banter has 
been going on since you were both in high school. 
"Maybe if you weren't my brother, and maybe if you 
weren't ugly as a cat's ass."

The first part of your comment is true. He's your 
brother, three years three years older and a great deal 
wiser. But he's not ugly. Despite your comment, he 
doesn't have a gut. He works out regularly, and the 
factory work he does makes sure his muscles are trim 
and useful, not the gross bulky monstrosities of most 
bodybuilders. 

And his baby-smooth face is gorgeous enough to merit 
the body it sits on. He kind of makes you jealous 
sometimes. All the good genes in the family went to 
him. Mom, Dad, your baby brother and you are all 
average. None of you are unattractive, but none of you 
are pretty either. 

You have an average face, average hair, average body. 
With your white blouse and your black plastic glasses, 
you look like a librarian straight out of Central 
Casting. Maybe you have big breasts, but that's because 
you don't watch your weight. Good men are only 
interested in skinny pretty women, and the only men who 
ask you out are breast fetishists.

"Yeah," Neil answers you, "maybe if I weren't ugly. And 
maybe if you weren't such a cold fish, Kendra. Come on 
in before the food gets cold."

He steps out of your way and you walk into his house. 
His head turns to follow you as you head back for the 
kitchen. Is it your imagination or did he just check 
out your tits? Ah, it's probably nothing. "I need the 
baking dish from the tuna steak last night. And you'd 
better have washed it, because Mom's about ready to go 
nuclear on you."

"I gave it a lick and a promise," Neil says.

"It's still filthy, isn't it?"

"I'm too sexy to do chores."

You give him a little snort of laughter. "Dammit, but 
you're worthless." He follows you into his kitchen, and 
you drop the casserole dish on the table. "Tell me you 
at least have a clean plate and a clean fork."

He waves a hand at the cabinets. "Check and see for 
yourself."

"Maybe I'd better," you say, and head that direction. 
"Do you need me to show you how to operate the 
dishwasher before I go?"

Neil usually lives better than this. His wife Bethany 
does most of the useful stuff around the house. But 
she's in southern Mexico, doing field research for her 
Master's thesis, and she'll be gone for about six more 
weeks. You still live at home with Mom and Dad, so 
you've been delegated to do a lot of housewife chores 
for Neil until Bethany gets back.

What the hell. You'll turn twenty-one this coming fall, 
and that's when you and Jessica mean to get a place 
together. You're a tough girl, you can wait that long.

When Bethany's gone, Neil's really on his own. They 
have this tiny starter house with one bedroom, and they 
have no kids. Neil admitted once that his sperm count 
was too low to conceive. You think that's kind of sad, 
because the two of them would make great parents. But 
with Bethany so far away, it's probably a good thing 
there are no children. Neil could never take care of 
them without a woman around the house.

Sure enough, Neil has clean cutlery waiting in the 
cupboard. "Yeah, you have enough to get you by. I'd 
better get out of here." You turn around and yelp with 
fear. Neil's standing right in your face. "Jesus," you 
sigh, putting a hand on your breast to calm your 
rushing heart. "I didn't hear you coming up behind me."

"It's okay, Princess," he says. "I don't want to scare 
you or anything. Can you stay for a few minutes?"

"Not really." Your brother is standing right in your 
space. You can feel his hot breath on your forehead. "I 
promised Jessica and Dawn we could go see the new chick 
flick at the multiplex tonight."

"Come on, Kendra," he begs, making a sad puppy-dog 
face. "I'm lonely. I need a friend tonight."

You start to feel a little sisterly sympathy for him, 
but then he steps even closer. He's got you backed 
against the lip of counter, and he leans his face in so 
you have to bend backward away from him. This is 
starting to creep you out. "Jessica and Dawn are 
waiting on me. They'll worry if I don't show up." You 
slide sideways against the counter to get away.

He puts a hand on your cheek and starts to draw light 
circles with his fingertips. "Please, Kendra. Please."

The hand on your cheek is connected to a thick arm 
that's definitely stronger than you are, so you can't 
escape that way. And if you go the other way you'll 
smack into the refrigerator. The only way out of this 
scary situation is to talk your way past Neil. "Listen 
to me," you say. "You have friends, people at work--"

"People at work," he sneers. "A bunch of muscle-heads 
whose greatest accomplishment is slamming down six 
whole beers without having to run to the john. No, 
Kendra, I've never been able to talk to another human 
being the way I can talk to you. Not even Bethany." He 
looks deep in your eyes. He takes several deep husky 
breaths, and the hand petting your cheek starts to 
tremble. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't," you tell him. "Stop this while you still 
can."

Your brother answers by putting both hands flat on your 
cheeks and kissing you hard on the lips. Your eyes are 
wide with shock. His tongue licks out of his mouth and 
pushes between your lips, sliding over your teeth, 
exploring your mouth. You're too scared to breathe. His 
tongue is thick and tough, and his jaw works up and 
down while he's kissing you. Your mind races, trying to 
figure out what to do, but it's like your body isn't 
responding. All you can do is stand there, rigid as a 
board, while your brother kisses you like a long-lost 
lover. Or like a whore in the bathroom of a public 
park.

After what seems like several hours he breaks the kiss 
and lifts his face off yours. He still holds your face 
in his hands. You feel a single tear running down the 
corner of your nose, and he leans in and licks the tear 
away. Your heart is pounding furiously against your 
ribs.

Neil smiles at you. "Now you can't tell me you don't 
feel anything when I do that."

His words break whatever spell it was he had over you. 
You raise your leg and kick at his package. The kick 
misses, but your foot connects with his kneecap. He 
bawls in pain, and he takes his hands off you and 
stumbles back several paces. You turn and sprint for 
the door.

Neil catches up with you in the living room and wraps 
both arms around your waist, lifting you up off the 
ground. "Please, Kendra," he begs, while you swing your 
arms and legs in a vain attempt to hit him. "I need you 
to be here with me tonight. I need you to be my 
Princess."

After a moment you stop struggling, because it's doing 
no good. He sets you down, and you whirl around and 
slap him across the face. "Grow up, Neil," you say, and 
you reach out to slap him back the other way.

He catches your hand in his and yanks. You whirl into 
the wall with such force that you feel the drywall flex 
under the impact. You fall down and smack your forehead 
on the hardwood floor. White flowers dance in front of 
your eyes, and you can't make your arms and legs move.

Your brother scoops you up with both arms and places 
you gently on the couch. "I told you, Kendra, I don't 
want to hurt you." He reaches down, grabs your blouse 
in both hands, and rips. Buttons go flying. His hands 
begin to glide over your breasts, but you're too dazed 
to resist. Finally he slips his hands up under the cups 
of your bra and pushes them up, exposing the skin of 
your breasts. His thumbs trace broad lazy circles 
around your nipples.

"Neil, please," you whimper. "I'm your sister. Don't do 
this."

"I have to," he says, as he leans his face into your 
cleavage.

"No," you whisper. "You don't have to." Your voice 
sounds so feeble, even to yourself.

"I need this," he moans, nuzzling his face into your 
breasts. "I've wanted you since you were eleven years 
old. You're so beautiful…" He begins licking and 
sucking at your right nipple.

"I'm not beautiful," you tell him.

He bites gently at your nipple before he answers. "Yes 
you are. You're the most attractive woman on the face 
of the earth."

"Bethany is much more beautiful than I am. What are you 
going to tell your wife?" Your strength is starting to 
return, but you know you'll never be able to fight 
Neil. "How are you going to tell her you've been 
unfaithful, and with your own sister?"

"This will be our little secret."

And you know it will be. Neil is the firstborn, so he's 
Mom and Dad's favorite. If you try to tell, they'll 
turn their backs on you. Maybe you can tell the cops, 
but then the whole damn world will find out about you 
and your brother, and his sick, unnatural lusts.

And what happens if it goes to trial, and somebody 
testifies about the sexual banter between you two? 
Everyone will think you wanted this. The whole world 
will think you lust after your own brother. No, he's 
right. This will have to be your little secret.

You've wondered what your first time would be like. 
You've been saving yourself for the man who will always 
be there. Dawn and Jessica have tried to persuade you 
not to be so snobbish, but you've been willing to wait. 
And now it looks like all your waiting was for nothing, 
because your brother can't control his urges when 
Bethany isn't around.

Neil climbs on top of you, pinning you to the couch. 
His knees straddle your thighs. He reaches down and 
begins stroking your hips through your jeans. His 
erection pokes out through his pajama pants, and you 
realize that's why he came to the door dressed like he 
did. He planned this. And you walked right into his 
sick trap. 

"Oh, God, Kendra," he moans. "Oh, God, your body is so 
perfect. I love you so much, Kendra." His face is 
bright red and he shakes all over with his pent-up 
lust. "You're the only woman I've ever really loved."

His curious hands slide underneath you. He slips his 
fingertips into your back pockets and cups your 
buttocks in both hands as he buries his face in your 
belly and starts licking and kissing. His crotch begins 
slowly grinding against yours, getting faster little by 
little, dry-humping you. His hands on your ass, his 
mouth on your belly, his penis at your crotch. He's 
being awfully slow and thorough in exploring your body. 
He seems afraid to rush things. Then it hits you--he 
thinks this is foreplay! The bastard thinks this is 
romantic! You feel so small and helpless under your 
brother's weight.

Then your body starts to betray you. You feel yourself 
getting wet between your thighs. This can't be 
happening, you think. This man is your rapist. This 
rapist is your brother. Your body can't want to have 
sex with him. He dry-humps you with greater and greater 
ferocity, moaning and kissing and cupping you all at 
the same time. Your blood rushes out of your head and 
into your vagina. You are wracked with lust and hatred 
at the same time.

And all at once, Neil stops moving. His hands go still, 
the dry-humping stops, and he lifts his head in 
ecstasy. You have wondered what it looks like when a 
man comes, and now you know.

Your own orgasm follows a few moments later. You've 
never hated yourself more.

Suddenly limp and spent, Neil collapses on you. His 
breathing slows down, and he looks sleepy. He's still 
on top of you, so you can't get away. He lifts one hand 
up and begins caressing your shoulder. Sick as this 
whole situation is, you have to admit his gentle 
strokes feel good. And though you feel like Neil's 
dirty whore, at least he didn't actually rape you. Your 
self-respect is gone, but your virginity is intact.

You have no idea how long he lies on top of you. He has 
your arm pinned, so you can't even check your watch. 
Jessica and Dawn must be worried. Neil doesn't even do 
you the dignity of falling asleep. He lies there with 
his face pressed into your breast and his hand stroking 
you. He must outweigh you by seventy-five pounds. Your 
legs start to fall asleep.

Finally he lifts his face and looks at you. "That was 
exquisite," he whispers. "I've never felt closer to 
anybody than I do right now."

You don't answer him. You feel like you're going to be 
sick in your own hair.

"We were meant to make love," he whispers. "We came 
from one flesh, and we were destined to become one 
flesh again. I never want this moment to end. You are 
so perfect, Kendra. You're my perfect Princess. I love 
you so much."

You can't help but look down at yourself. You don't 
know what this "perfect" stuff is about. You have a 
chubby belly and oversized jugs. You're not ugly, 
you're just ordinary. His wife is much prettier than 
you are. But he has his mind made up that you're 
perfect. You can't help but wonder how long he's nursed 
the fantasy of having his only sister.

"Tell me you feel the same way," he pleads. "Tell me 
you love me?"

You lift your free arm and stroke his face. "Of course 
I do," you tell him. "This is the best evening of my 
life."

Any lie will do, no matter how disgusting, if that's 
what it takes to make him get up and let you leave. 
You're going to have to find a way to convince Mom not 
to make you bring him dinner any more. How are you 
going to do that without revealing what happened here? 
Well, you'd better get busy thinking of a reason.

Neil kisses your breast and sits up, still straddling 
your body. "Oh, Kendra. I can't tell you how it feels 
to hear you say that. I'm the luckiest man in the 
world, to be able to love a woman like you. Listen, I 
have an idea." He leans in close to your face like he's 
going to let you in on a conspiracy. "This will have to 
be our secret, nobody but you and I can ever know. But 
it doesn't have to end. We can be secret lovers."

"No," you say.

"Sure we can," he says. He's getting more and more 
excited as he talks. "We just have to be careful, 
that's all. Wouldn't it be great if we could be 
together all day, every day?"

"We can't," you tell him. "Your wife will find out."

"Forget about Bethany. I could leave her. I don't love 
her, you know."

"Yes you do."

"No, Kendra," Neil gushes, giddy as a little boy with a 
first crush. "You're the only one I've ever loved, ever 
since we were small. You and I, we could get an 
apartment together, like a normal brother and sister. 
No one would ever have to find out."

Then before you can respond your brother leans down and 
kisses you again. He pulls his fingers through your 
hair and grinds his chest against your breasts. His 
tongue probes your mouth again, aggressive as ever. "I 
love you," he gasps through the kiss, "I need you, you 
are the only one for me, please stay with me forever." 
He kisses your eyes. He sucks your earlobes. He licks 
and kisses at your chin. He snuffles like a pig in 
heat.

You just lie limp underneath him as he tries to make 
out with you. You're not strong enough to fight back, 
but you won't reward him for this behavior. It might be 
over faster if you just give him what he wants, but you 
won't do that. He's stolen your self-respect, you won't 
let him steal your honor too.

His kisses and caresses move down your body. He puts 
his mouth around your nipple and sucks like a baby. One 
hand slips under the waistband of your jeans and traces 
circles on your naked buttocks. The other hand reaches 
down and rubs between your thighs. You can't help 
yourself--you begin to get wet again. You squeeze your 
eyes shut and try to separate from your body.

Your brother unbuttons your jeans and begins zipping 
down your fly. Now you finally respond. You grab his 
wrists in your hands and hold them tight. "Don't do 
that, Neil," you beg him. "Not yet. I'm still a 
virgin."

His eyes get wide and twinkle. "Really?" His mouth 
opens into the widest smile you've ever seen. "I knew 
you were the one! You've been saving yourself for me! 
You're my perfect spotless Princess! Oh, Kendra, I love 
you so much!"

"No," you say, "I haven't been--" But then he breaks 
your grip and you realize there's no point in arguing. 
Your brother thinks you're his Princess, and you're not 
strong enough to do anything about it.

Maybe if you'd worn nasty white cotton granny panties, 
that might have slowed Neil down. But you had to wear 
the comfy silky ones, which are now soaked through. 
Neil is like a kid on Christmas morning as he pulls 
down first your jeans, then your panties. You look down 
at your thick thighs, your chubby belly. The tip of his 
erection is poking out of his pants, soaked with his 
sperm. It should never have been like this.

The head of his penis sticks into your vagina briefly. 
He stretches himself back up to kiss you, and as his 
tongue penetrates your lips his penis penetrates your 
virginity. You've never felt such pain as when he tears 
through you. It's tearing you in two. Surely his penis 
is poking out through your spine. He just lies there 
for a moment, his tongue and his penis both inside your 
body. 

Then he begins to move, the same slow grinding you felt 
a few minutes ago. But this time you feel it moving in 
and out between your thighs. He kisses you and kisses 
you, twiddling your nipples and stroking your hair. The 
grinding picks up speed. You can't breathe under his 
weight. His penis is so huge.

Then he goes rigid. He makes that face again. He bucks 
up and down on you as he shoots his sperm into your 
body. And you can't stop your vagina from clenching 
around him and squeezing him for all he's worth. You 
moan, and hate yourself. He calls out "Kendra! Thank 
you so much! My Princess! I love you! Oh Kendra!"

When it's over, he collapses on you without even 
pulling himself out of your body. He still has you 
trapped. And unless you can persuade Mom not to make 
you come back here, he will have you trapped over and 
over again. His semen is inside your womb. Your virgin 
blood is on his couch. His head is nestled between your 
breasts.

He drifts off to sleep, with his penis still inside 
your body.

You stare at the ceiling, and the tears start to flow.

Darkness falls slowly outside the window of your 
brother's house.

Is this what it's like to be a Princess?

You'll never feel normal or safe again.

MY LITTLE BROTHER IN LAW

My complex relation with my little brother in started, 
obviously, on my wedding night, when I wed Roy. 

I had met him earlier. Shay was openly my admirer. He 
followed me everywhere, hanging on my lips, looking up 
to me with an admiring look and I basked in the warmth 
of his admiration. Every woman adores being admired, 
even if her admirer is just a 10-year-old brat, though 
a cute one, I have to say.

This is probably why I was amused rather than annoyed 
when I caught him peeping on me when changing my 
wedding dress. 

Wedding is a huge production in my country. The bride 
is pampered at a beauty saloon all day long, and then 
she is taken by an insistent photographer to a 
photography session that last for hours and then she is 
rushed to the banquet hall to her wedding ceremony and 
party-usually with 300 to 500 guests to entertain. I 
hadn't eaten since morning but I was elated and 
intoxicated with all the adrenalin. 

And after the ceremony I had to welcome each and every 
one of my 450 guests, and to drink with them to my 
health, so obviously I was more then somewhat tipsy 
when the time came to change my formal wedding dress to 
the more comfortable dancing dress. (Yes, we do have at 
least two wedding dresses made for us, and sometimes 
more. I had four- two additional dresses for the Hena 
party.) So, finally, I have entered the quiet brides' 
seclusion room, shooed out all my friends and relatives 
and slipped off my dress. 

After a self admiring survey before the mirror, 
caressing and fondling my perfumed and exposed breasts, 
I have turned around to put on my dancing dress-and 
there he was! Shay was staring at me, his mouth agape, 
his eyes open wide as two platters. As I have said, I 
was more amused than annoyed, perhaps because of his 
open admiration, in part because I was tipsy. Anyway 
what he said was, "WOW How beautiful you are!"

Well, tell me, could I be mad at him after such a 
compliment? 

He added, "So beautiful boobies!"

I could have kissed him, and I did, on his lips, after 
slipping on my dancing dress. Honestly, I don't recall 
giving him the tongue-as he claims I did- but as I've 
said, I was intoxicated so I may have done it. 
Unknowingly I've sealed my fate with that kiss.

Since my wedding, my little brother in law has settled 
with us. He visited us every day and there wasn't a 
week that he hadn't stayed overnight at least once. I 
didn't mind, he was really a very nice boy. I didn't 
mind even when I found out that he was peeping at me in 
the bathroom and the bedroom, you see he was a very 
cute boy too. I found it amusing and it even added a 
spice to our sex life, to know that he was in the next 
room, rubbing his boyish, pencil-like pecker. Yes I 
peeked, and had seen it. 

Well, our sex life... after a couple of year it 
certainly could use the added spice. It deteriorated 
quickly to a boring routine. I admit that I was 
partially to blame. I did start nagging my Roy that I 
wanted a child, to mind my ovulating times and so on. 
Anyhow, I found that the stains on Shay's bed rather 
added pepper to my love life. I also have noticed a 
rather pronounced bulge in his pants after I had 
"neglected" to close properly the door in the bathroom.

By that time, Shay has been keeping his door 
meticulously closed, so I couldn't confirm my 
expectations regarding his size. I wouldn't stoop so 
low to peep through the keyhole! And, besides, he did 
keep the key always in. 

Well, Shay's growing bulge and the stains on his bed 
and on my soiled panties made me think of his coming 
bar-mitzvah. You may know, Bar mitzvah is the Jewish 
ritual coming of age for boys, at 13 years, and I have 
been thinking that the ancients must have had the age 
right. Shay sure was showing signs of coming of age! 

Thinking of his Bar Mitzvah, I have asked Shay what 
present he would like.

To my surprise, his answer was, "A kiss."

I was surprised, yes, but I can't say that I was 
shocked, although I did know exactly what he had in 
mind! Nevertheless, I hugged him, pecked him on both 
cheeks and said, teasingly, "What a sweet boy you are! 
You can have my kisses any time!" 

"No!" he said. "I mean a real kiss!" 

"Why, isn't this a real kiss?" I feigned innocence. 

"On my lips, like you did on your wedding!" He retorted 
and, holding me tight, he did plant a wet kiss on my 
lips, inserting his tongue roughly in.

OOOGH! I must admit that although it shouldn't have, it 
did tingle in my groin. As I've said he was a very cute 
boy. "C'mon," I teased him. "This kind of kisses is 
reserved for men, not for boys!" 

He answered, "But on my bar mitzvah I turn into a man, 
don't I?" 

Cute, wasn't he? So, pretending to be pondering, I 
answered, "Well... you do have a point there. But for 
being a man you have to practice a lot, yet... First of 
all, you don't force your tongue on your partner." And 
it was then that he said that I had tongued him on my 
wedding episode. So, in order to correct his 
impression, I kissed on his lips, properly this time. I 
kissed him softly, sliding on his lips with my tongue, 
softly entering his eager mouth, rolling his innocent 
tongue, savoring its sweet taste. WOW! 

It went through me like an earthquake, so I just could 
imagine what this kiss did to him! We "practiced" like 
this several times, and each time the kisses grew more 
fervent. He held me tight to him, making me feel the 
bulge in his pants, which made me, I must admit, rather 
weak on my knees, so weak that, moaning into his mouth, 
I let him cup my breast in his hands and only with 
difficulty I did overcome myself and slapped his wrist 
away. It really did grow too dangerous, this game! 
Luckily, his bar mitzvah did come soon enough.

With us, Bar mitzvah is a very big celebration. It is 
almost as big production as a wedding! In Shay's case 
we have kept it "on low profile" meaning we had only 
about 200 guests. What do you want, our family alone is 
about 100, and then the nearest friends and neighbors. 
Well, 200 guests meant that the celebration was held in 
a banquet hall but we had to help with the catering in 
order to keep the expenses down. 

The soft drinks were kept in a sort of magazine and I 
kept getting in and out of there to fetch the drinks, 
and suddenly I felt hands squeezing my butt, and Shay 
whispered in my ear, "I want my Bar mitzvah present now 
please, you've promised." 

I hate to admit it, but the situation made me rather 
horny. I felt hot and wet in my pussy, and it was in a 
rather hoarse voice that I whispered back, "Well, I did 
indeed. Come, take your present in the present room." 
You see, the presents were kept in a small cubicle in 
the rear of that magazine. 

I knew that I shouldn't have, but couldn't help myself. 
I've dragged him after me into the small cubicle, made 
him sit on a cupboard there, and lovingly kissed his 
lips. 

OOOOH!! His tongue slipped slowly and softly into my 
mouth, rolling around mine, sucking it into his own 
mouth. He sucked my breath away with that kiss! I 
moaned and sagged and leaned into him making him lean 
back. I felt his hard cock pressing into my breast. 
WOW! And he sent his hands to feel and caress my tits, 
at first over my blouse and then, when he hadn't met 
any resistance, he slipped his a hand inside and 
squeezed them, rolling my nipple between his fingers! 
Really, what the kids learn nowadays from the internet! 
A thirteen years old kid shouldn't know such things! 

My pussy burned and trickled and I just had to see the 
huge pole that was throbbing and poking my belly! I 
released his cock from its confine... No it was no 
boy's pecker! It was a full grown, 5 inches long manly 
tool, throbbing in my hand, with a purple mushroom head 
hungrily opening its slit with wet glassy drops 
forming. 

I just had to taste it! 

Moaning I slipped it into my mouth, licking the salty-
sweet drop of pre-cum from the soft big mushroom. I 
kept sucking it in, lowering myself more and more, 
feeling the hardness of the big pole in my mouth, until 
my lips met his pubic mound. I kept sucking and 
licking, and he was groaning excitedly, jerking his 
throbbing cock deep, deep into me. All that time his 
hands were rolling and squeezing my exposed tits, and 
when I handled softly his round balls, in their silky 
sack, he exploded. He spewed wad after wad of 
salty/sweet come into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed 
every single drop. What did you think, that I could 
have left the room with wads and stains on my blouse? 

In a shaky voice I have told him, "You are a man now!" 
And fled away on trembling limbs, and made straight for 
the toilets. 

I just had to jerk off immediately, before I lost my 
mind completely and climbed that wonderful pole! I took 
some of the remains of his spunk from my mouth on my 
finger and rubbed it in on my burning pussy, coming in 
a minute. OH ! what a beautiful sweet cock! The thought 
that the spunk could have made me pregnant just had 
sent me into another round and soon I was orgasming 
again, fantasizing that I was being fucked by this 
magnificent young tool. 

I know. I know it was perverted, but I couldn't help 
it. I was hooked. 


Part 2

Well, things have changed between me and my little 
brother-in-law after his Bar mitzvah. After all, we 
couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, could we? 
Honestly we tried to return to normalcy. Just that I 
have turned negligent with what I was wearing around at 
home, and I neglected even more to close properly the 
door to my bathroom or my bedroom. Now and then Shay 
would ask, and with time demand, a kiss and sometimes I 
did grant his wish. And these times were getting 
oftener and oftener with the passage of the months. 

OOOH! How I did savor these sweet kisses! They went 
through me like tiny earthquakes, they did! And Shay 
also did grab my tits and squeeze my ass, whenever he 
thought that he could do it unpunished, which was 
turning rather frequent. Shay also turned not so 
careful about closing his door, even when jerking off. 
And yes, I did peek! And I did masturbate on seeing his 
wonder wand spewing its stuff! But we hadn't overtly 
resumed our physical relations. 

My relations with my husband Roy, on the other hand, 
deteriorated from bad to worse. I can't honestly say 
that it was unconnected. You see, when I compared 
Shay's open admiration and enthusiasm with Roy's 
indifferent love making, I grew rather bitchy. And all 
that time I have nagged Roy constantly about not giving 
me an offspring.. I'm afraid that I quite derided him 
about that, calling him impotent, half a man, sissy, 
and whatnot. 

So once, about a year of these unhealthy relations 
later, after a rather fierce quarrel, Roy has slammed 
the door behind him and left for the pub, leaving me 
annoyed, weeping, behind. And Shay was there. 

He came to me, sat beside me on the sofa, caressing me, 
comforting me as I wept on his shoulder. Yes he had 
grown enough, now he was as high as I was. And yes, his 
penis grew too, I knew that. He hugged me and whispered 
into my ear how beautiful I was, and how mean Roy had 
been to harass me like that, and he wiped off my tears, 
and kissed them of my eyes, and off my cheeks, and off 
my lips.. OH! His tongue entered my lips ever so softly 
and was caressing my lips as they parted and I just 
moaned with pleasure into his mouth, the hard feeling 
being gone and replaced by soft, loving wish to cuddle. 

I kissed him back, sliding my tongue into his mouth, 
sucking on his tongue which went down into my throat! I 
pressed against his youthful body, pulling his head 
into me while his hands were sliding up and down my 
back, and then, then it happened. As I've said I was 
pretty much agitated, and in my agitation I failed to 
dress properly and I wasn't wearing anything under my 
bathrobe. Now, as his hands were hungrily hugging me 
into him, the bathrobe fell open, and I felt the cool 
air on my exposed tits. Not only the air. 

I soon had his face buried in my cleft, his mouth 
sucking and licking my erect, sensitive nipples! OOHH, 
I moaned and somehow slid back, finding myself lying on 
the sofa, Shay lying between my spread, naked thighs. 
He slid down and down and I ecstatically, hungrily, 
directed his face in between my thighs, straight into 
my burning pussy. He landed there, kissing and 
caressing with his hands, licking in my love button, 
and I remember thinking, "Thank god for the internet! 
The kids nowadays know everything and don't need 
explaining what to do." 

I was wrong. He needed guidance how to satisfy me, 
which I enjoyed, loved, to give him, and WOW, did he 
satisfy me! I moaned and sighed and squealed while 
squirming and thrashing my legs, jerking my pelvis into 
Shay's face as I came. By now I couldn't stop. 

I stripped him naked, enjoying the sight of his lanky, 
hairless, flat chest, I nibbled on his nipples, and 
further down, down to his sparse, soft pubic garden 
that was surrounding his manful maypole. And it was 
manful indeed! Straight, erect 6 inches of steel hard, 
velvety smooth manhood, topped with a burning red 
mushroom, so soft on the touch! Lovingly I kissed it, 
the throbbing hot pole, licking it from base to tip and 
down again and when his sweet pre-cum drops started to 
form, I sucked them happily with his tool into my 
mouth. Yes, It was so sweet/salty taste –I can't even 
describe it. 

I can only say I loved it, and sucked and licked for 
more and more. Shay groaned and sticking his hand 
roughly into my cunt, he drew me to him, sticking his 
tongue deep into my opening, fucking me with his tongue 
and fingers, OOH I was on cloud nine! He groaned and 
yelled suddenly, his tool spewing streams and streams 
of hot, salty, sticky spunk into my eager mouth, over 
my contorted face, on my chest, squirting and soiling 
even the sofa. You wouldn't believe how much sperm he 
had, and how far it landed! 

Hungrily I licked his tool clean continuing to his 
beautiful soft, hairless nut sack, sucking in the 
throbbing globes. He groaned, yelled and spread his 
thighs as wide as he could while I was devouring his 
balls. And his dick. Oh they were So sweet and hot! And 
this wonder boy, he went stiff yet again! I kneeled 
between his legs sucking his big cock into my mouth as 
deep as I could, my lips scrubbing his pubic mound, my 
tongue slipping and licking the underside of his 
scrotum. He stood up, and pulling my face into his 
groin has started to fuck my face! Oh, how I loved it! 
His cock hit again and again the back of my mouth and 
my throat, his pelvis jerking uncontrollably. I was as 
excited as he was. My hand rubbing fast in my cunt I 
just wanted to feel him fuck me. 

OH how I wanted his tool in me! And then with a roar he 
erupted again in my mouth over my face, spewing jism 
over all the floor. And the sweet boy, he didn't stop! 
He pushed me spread-eagled on the sofa, and dove 
between my thighs, licking and sucking and fingering me 
to a huge orgasm. I screamed, I thrashed around I 
pulled his face as deep into me as I could and I came 
and came and came. Gasping we lay side by side on that 
sofa. (Despite the stains, each lovingly remembered, I 
can't change it! I keep it, although Roy grumbles about 
it being old and sloppy. It contains such sweet 
memories for me, memories that he can never share.)

After a long time I resumed kissing Shay's sweet face, 
and neck and all over again. He made me come four 
times, and he came countless times himself. And no, we 
didn't screw that time. 

I had remorse. Yes, I felt elated, as satisfied as I 
have never been, and my heart just sang in my chest 
attempting to fly with song birds, but I felt guilty, 
guilty as hell. I was cheating on my husband! And with 
his brother! And him being a fourteen years old boy 
too! Luckily, so I thought, we didn't go all the way. I 
didn't screw him. So I wasn't a perverted felon yet, 
but it had to stop, much as I enjoyed it, much as I 
wanted it to go on and on.. Oh my god, whenever I 
thought about Shay, I had to rub myself off!

I managed to avoid Shay the rest of that week. A couple 
of days later, Shay was spending the weekend with us, 
as usual. In mid of the night, when Roy was fast 
asleep, I slipped quietly into Shay's room. 

Shay was sleeping sweetly on his back, looking as some 
angel. I sat down on his bed, at his head, and woke 
him. Shay, Shay I whispered in his ear, until he woke 
up. "Shay," I said. "What has happened, has happened, 
but we must never, never repeat it. It is SO wrong! 
It's incest and you are a minor and, damn it, Roy is 
your brother! You are very sweet and I love you very 
much."

That was as far as got with my speech. Shay took my 
face in both his hand and made me shut up with a 
fervent kiss the he has planted on my lips, inserting 
his tongue in, rolling it round mine...OH! I moaned and 
mumbled into his mouth that,  "Nnooo, we shouldn't no 
please OHH..." He pulled me on him!

I kept mumbling that we shouldn't... No we mustn't... 
But all the while his hands were roaming all over my 
body, stripping my night gown, stripping my panties 
off, stripping my resistance away. I felt his young, 
supple, hard body being engulfed with my soft one, and 
I wanted to contain him in me. Oh, I wanted it so much! 
And I felt his hard pole poking in belly, sliding in 
between my thighs, poking into my wet, hot cunt and 
with a shock I pulled off. 

Here I was nearly fucking a young boy! I made him stop, 
and despite all his attempts to seduce me I made him 
swear to me that he would never fuck me, never! I mean 
till he was sixteen, which is the age of coming of age 
in my country. I told him that it was a felony, and we 
would be sent to jail, especially I would. 

I described to him in vivid colors the dark, cold 
dungeon where they throw forever the perverts who have 
sex with minors, claiming, and thinking, that what we 
did, sucking and licking and masturbating wasn't sex. I 
have found later that I could spare me the torment of 
those two years of unfulfilled lust-but if president 
Clinton had thought so why should I be any smarter?

Anyway, here we were, all hot and steaming his dick in 
my hand and I was jerking the throbbing hot rod 
squeezing it between my thighs, sliding it on my belly, 
until he erupted. His spunk literally hit the ceiling! 
And I had to stifle his groans by kissing him sticking 
my tongue deep, deep in his mouth and throat. All that 
made me very hot and he, he just sled to the floor 
puling me up he just stuck his half hard cock into my 
mouth! 

I sucked on it lovingly, feeling it regain its full 
size and hardness, filling me to my capacity, and the 
he started fucking my mouth, with steady rhythm, each 
shove hitting the back of my throat! OH, I nearly 
melted! I started bobbing on this wonderful cock, 
licking his balls on each run, rubbing furiously my 
cunt with my free hand while the other one was rolling, 
handling his soft round jewels. It didn't take long 
time, even now, for him to come, filling my mouth to 
the brim with his semen. I’m proud to say that I 
swallowed and downed every single drop! 

The sweet boy has now dropped to his knees between my 
spread thighs, and pushing my hand away, he started 
licking my cunt. He kissed and licked, his half hard 
tongue exploring every nook and cranny of my pussy, 
and, entering my vagina as some stiff cock, he made me 
come. I stuffed the bed sheet into my mouth to prevent 
me from screaming clamping my teeth in it and my pelvis 
just went mad! It hopped and rotated and jerked and all 
the time his tongue and his fingers too were buried 
deep in me. I came and came and yet I came again. I 
hadn't known that I had so much cum in me! And so we 
kept making love all that night, until sunrise. Only 
then I rose on shaky limbs and returned to my bed, to 
lie beside my husband. 

Ever since that night we have been lovers, Shay and I. 
We made love, and sex every opportunity, every time he 
visited us, and as I have said it was very often. We 
didn't go all the way, though, I mean we didn't screw. 
My description of the hell that expected me in jail 
must have held him since even later on, when I have 
lost my will power and resolution, he kept his. 

But I had made him an expert on oral sex. He could, and 
did, make me come three times in a row just by his 
tongue. And when he added his fingers, OOOHH, I just 
fell apart! And all that time Roy, my hubby sensed 
nothing. Our sex life even improved, because I was so 
highly strung after each session with Shay that I have 
fucked Roy as a wild animal. So we spent the time in 
sucking and fucking all those two years, but I still 
didn't get pregnant. 


Part 3 

We made love almost every week, but in time it was 
getting harder and harder to keep from going all the 
way. At last we got to 'dry humping' – I mean Shay 
would lie naked between my closely held thighs, his big 
cock rubbing between them making them a sort of cunt. 
God it was anything but dry! I was dripping wet and I 
came so much that haven't been able to keep my thighs 
tight and they repeatedly spread open, with his lovely 
cock sliding along my cunt. Every time he hit my clit, 
I came, moaning and screaming like some damned whore. 

I tell you, I had never known until then that I could 
squirt! I squirted gallons, luckily I was the one who 
took the bed-sheets to the laundry. At last I couldn't 
keep it any more. One day while "dry fucking" I 
directed his bludgeon to my open cunt letting the thick 
head sink in and screamed, "FUCK ME!"

To my amazement and dismay, Shay pulled out! He said 
that now, only months away from his sixteenth birthday, 
he wouldn't make a criminal out of me! I pleaded with 
him, damning all the stupid regulations about age, I 
wept, I even tried to force him! He was adamant. No, he 
wouldn't send me to jail-no way ! So I had to accept 
that fucked up situation, yearning for his cock, 
praying for the time to pass quickly.

The darling boy did make the waiting shorter. He had 
found out that by the Jewish calendar, he became 
sixteen two weeks earlier than by the regular calendar! 
I was besides my self with joy. You simply can't 
imagine the torture that my yearning for him gave me. 
All my body would actually ache, starting with my pussy 
and the aches climbing into my belly, hurting and 
burning in my nipples and giving me monstrous migraines 
if I didn't rub to orgasm right away. 

At last the day has come. With fluttering heart I had 
prepared for it. I had spread perfumed bed-spread on 
Shay's bed, I had strewn the floor with rose petals, I 
had put on the special, sexy transparent nightie that I 
had bought specially for this day... I needn't have 
bothered, especially with the night gown-Shay didn't 
have time to notice it. Moments after Roy left for 
work, Shay, who had to be lying in ambush, rang the 
bell. I ran to the door with fluttering heart, and 
opened it with a burning pussy. 

Shay's cock was in me, with my leg wrapped around his 
loins, even before we slammed the door closed. I was so 
high strung, that I was coming even as we hit floor, 
and Shay came in me, shooting his huge hot stream into 
my vagina, only a moment and a few humps later. We 
rolled all over the floor, his fat, rock hard cock 
never leaving my cunt, loosing our clothes on the way. 
The flimsy material of my night-dress must have 
evaporated with the heat of my body, because I have 
never found it again.

We ended with Shay on top of me, pounding his huge dick 
into my expectant vagina, bludgeoning its way up to my 
crevice! OH, how good it felt! I screamed and heaved he 
roared and slammed and filled me so tight! And then, my 
pelvis bucking under him like some wild horse, he came 
again, shooting a steaming hot stream directly into my 
uterus! I came too, yelling loudly. 

Oh how much I craved this stream of his manhood to 
quench my flames! When I had milked him dry, I took him 
by the hand and pulled him to my marital bed, and 
pushing him on his back I straddled him. His huge cock 
was still hard ! And erect! Straddling him, I climbed 
up his pole, and mounting it I pointed it directly into 
my dripping opening and slid down. Even with all the 
lubrication of his previous come and my juices, his 
huge cock had to bludgeon it's way into me inch by inch 
–and I was enjoying every single one! All the stiff, 
fat seven inches of him! (Yes, he did grow. And he was 
still growing. He is over eight inches now, and I hope 
he'll stop at this size, because I can't swallow any 
bigger, and I just love sucking him) 

At last I had him entirely in myself! OOH! How can I 
describe my feelings?! I was full! I was stretched out 
to my utmost, feeling his manhood uniting with me deep 
in my womb! OH GOD! I felt like I was expanding, 
filling the whole world, with him filling me to my 
brim! I started to move little moves, afraid that I 
would spill over. The little stirrings turned to heaves 
and soon I was riding and galloping to heaven! When I 
had finished coming, Shay rolled me over, and spreading 
my legs he pounded into me with a furry! And more, and 
more, and more !He was grunting and roaring with me 
yelling for more, rolling and rotating my ass as much 
as the position and his fat cock allowed me and we came 
again! 

Finally, we slumped down, utterly exhausted. We cuddled 
lovingly. While he was hugging me, gently fondling my 
tits, I was showering kisses on his sweet face and 
lips, slowly moving down and down until I reached his 
glorious column. Oh, it was erect again! And towering 
and hard, and hot, and throbbing and I couldn't but 
kiss it, sucking it into my mouth! Savoring the rich 
taste of our combined juices, I licked it dry-and we 
went for another round. 

We fucked all that long day. We fucked in bed, we 
fucked in the shower, his shoves literally lifting me 
off the ground, we fucked on the kitchen table, amidst 
all the platters and utensils. While eating ice-cream, 
Shay has licked it off my body, and stuffing some of it 
into my cunt he was soon pounding it inside with his 
monstrous tool. Oh, I had never felt such HOT feeling! 
The cold stuff was burning my entrails, numbing my 
sensations only to increase them even more when it was 
thawing! I went off with a bang!

So it went all day long until my husband was about to 
return from work. I had asked Shay to stick his cock 
into me from behind, and stay there to the last second, 
but he did better than that! He stuffed his huge cock 
into me, and fucking me from behind he was ejaculating 
as we heard Roy's keys in the door. So I have met my 
hubby with Shay's semen dripping down my thighs, 
wearing a smile from ear to ear.

Of course I got pregnant! The intensity of our love 
making alone must have caused me to ovulate. 

That night, after hubby had fallen sleep, I slipped out 
from our bed into Shay's. We made love all that night 
too, until sunrise, mostly in the bath-room, in order 
to allay any suspicions Roy may have had, had he 
awakened . He didn't.

I sent Shay to school that morning, ordering him to go 
afterwards back home so that he wouldn't be missed, and 
so he did, but he did still find an hour to slip away 
from home and call on me – and we fucked like rabbits. 
And so we did each and every day of my pregnancy. We 
fucked at home and we fucked in his mother's house-when 
she was away for her weekly beauty treatment. 

We fucked in the store-room of the gym, when Shay had a 
late night training, and once, when Roy was in bed with 
the flue, I used the pretext of taking the garbage out, 
and I fucked on my fours, like a bitch in heat, behind 
the garbage bins. At the end of wonderful nine months, 
I gave birth to a beautiful daughter-and I have made 
appoint to fuck Shay on his seventeenth birthday again. 

Now, that he is nearly eighteen, I'm pregnant again 
with his second daughter. 

For the time being, Roy hasn't started to have 
suspicion, and I'm half inclined to admit the truth if 
he does. On the other hand, it will be rough on Shay, 
wouldn't it?