“Yeah.” “Cool.” My brother got into the shower with me, naked as he was the night before, still hard as he was the night before. I stood aside so that he could get under the flow of water and he did so, getting good and soaked. He grinned a little. “I'm sore in lots of places.” I smiled back. “Me, too.” “So we really did do it last night, huh?” “Yeah. What, you thought we didn't?” Danny shrugged. “I wondered if I'd maybe dreamed it all.” “You didn't.” Looking down at my brother's hard penis, I got an idea. “Stand still for a second,” I said. I dropped to my knees in front of Danny, gave his penis a couple strokes, then opened my mouth up and lowered it around the shaft. I'd given a couple blowjobs before in my life, and always felt somewhat uncertain about them. The idea of sucking my own brother off really appealed, though, so I had no problem with doing it. I pulled my face off his penis, still stroking it with one hand. “Better than sex?” I asked with a grin. “Fuck, no.” “Thought so.” I went back down on my brother. After a minute or so, Danny said, “Hey, Mandy?”
“Yeah?” “Can I fuck you now? We can have another try at making a baby.” Standing up, I figured the best way to do it would be to turn away from him, lean up against a wall and bend over a little, which I did as Danny got behind me. I felt his penis poking against my ass. “Where do I go in?” I took my brother's penis in my hand and lined him up. “Right here.” Danny gave a little push and slowly slid his penis into my vagina. He moaned a little and began thrusting slowly. It was pretty neat, really, cause I could feel his hips pushing against my butt as he fucked me. I moaned lowly. I delighted in having him inside me like this. I was addicted forever now, and I knew it. Even if I wanted to stop having sex with Danny there wouldn't be any way that I could. I'd never experienced anything as wonderful as this. We fucked for about five minutes there in the shower. It wasn't very comfortable, but it felt pretty good. Good enough, certainly, that at the end of that time, my brother fired yet another blast of sperm into my vagina.
Danny stayed inside my vagina for a few moments, getting his breath back and cupping my breasts. “Wow… this is all so cool,” he whispered into my ear. “Yeah.” “You think I've got you pregnant yet?” “Uh, maybe,” I said, not sure what else to say. I still wasn't exactly wild about the idea of carrying my little brother's baby, but it was obviously turning him on. “I hope so,” he replied, sawing his still slightly hard penis back and forth inside me for a few seconds before slipping out. Making a mental note to myself to go and get onto the Pill, I finished cleaning up and soon my brother and I exited the shower, went to our respective bedrooms, got dressed and made ready for the day.
The Little Brother-in-Law and His Unstoppable Cock
Sharon Benjamin
My complex relation with my little step brother in started on my wedding night, when I married the older brother, Shepard. I had met him earlier. Andrew 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 these parts. 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 600 to 800 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. 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! Andrew 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!” And 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 years 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 Shepard that I wanted a child, to mind my ovulating times and so on. Anyhow, I found that the stains on Andrew'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, Andrew 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, Andrew'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. Andrew sure was showing signs of coming of age! Thinking of his Bar Mitzvah, I have asked Andrew 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 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. 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. 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.