The Brothers

Transcript

First off, I'm not using any names for obvious reasons, and sorry if I rush some parts. A minute ago I was sitting at my desk to write this, but I ended up on the bed fantasizing about it again, so I might be a little impatient. Anyway, last Friday I'd been over helping my brother with the DIY project that he'd arranged last minute.

He forgot to tell his partner I was over, and when she got home she heard the shower running and figured he'd beaten her to it, but she thought it would be cute to surprise him so she just stripped and went in. Even when she opened the bathroom door she didn't straight away register that the soaped up body behind the shower glass was not his but mine. I was washing sawdust out of my hair and my eyes must have been closed because I didn't notice her come in either, but when she opened the shower door my eyes flicked open to see her standing right there, stark naked, tits out, her eyes widening in their sockets.

She kind of yelped, covered her breasts as best she could with one arm and her lower parts with the other, and then she backed out as quick as she could. As she came naked out of the bathroom my brother was standing there struggling to contain his laughter. He'd heard her arrive as he was finishing the clean up, so he'd come inside to warn her that I was in the shower and I was going to be staying for dinner and drinks.

Anyway she was there, red faced, and all she could say was, I just saw brother-in-law penis. That cracked him up. He laughed, gave her a big hug and repeated it in her ear, doing like a dramatic voice, brother-in-law penis, like it was the funniest thing he'd heard all week.

It became a bit of a running joke between the three of us after dinner. They started calling me B-I-L penis, like Bill Penis, and then I started calling her S-I-L tits, or Syl, or Sylvia. At one point she joked that the whole shower thing sounded like a bad set up for a porn vid, and then he joked that it sounded like a good set up, which raised our eyebrows a bit, but then we'd already had a couple of drinks, so it was just kind of funny.

Okay, so I might need to explain the dynamic of our relationship a little bit. So what happens next makes sense. Obviously as brothers we know each other as well as we know ourselves, maybe better.

We share everything, like tools, and sports gear, and guitars, your habits, the story goes that our mother even caught us sharing a playboy mag once when we were 13 and jerking off right next to each other. I won't confirm or deny, but let's just say we're not shy with each other. What we don't share though is opinions and mannerisms.

We're like yin and yang when it comes to that. He's two years older and he's always been the quiet, grounded, sensible one. He's the one doing DIY on this suburban house.

I'd rather pay someone to do that stuff, but I never need to because I have a loft downtown and I don't care that it's got character. And with her, we've known her since childhood. She went to kindergarten with me, and before her father died and her mother remarried our parents were best friends.

She's been with my brother for maybe 10 years now, and she always used to remind us jokingly that I dated her first, or really that we were just 13-year-old kids sharing our first kiss. Anyway, after what happened with the shower, it was like the fact that us two had seen each other naked had broken some last smidgen of awkwardness, not that there was much to begin with, but suddenly she was like totally free with me, like she knew she could say anything or do anything without being judged or without even being self-conscious. And we were all more than a little bit tipsy by the time she mentioned that my brother was the only one who hadn't gotten naked today, and that he should strip.

I agreed, he should share our shame, I even joked that we should play strip poker. I was just totally joking though, at least I think I was, but when he said something like, okay fair enough, neither of us was sure. We laughed it off at first, but then he said he was willing to bet that her and I had imagined each other naked a lot of times, so why not?

I was kind of taken aback, it was a bit unlike him, I mean, I wouldn't be shy to say something like that, but I wondered if he was like trying to be more adventurous or something. I looked at her and I could tell she wanted to play, but maybe she was feeling a little shy or maybe she just didn't want me to feel like I had to. Anyway she said we could just play down to underwear.

So it was agreed, the cards were dealt, first hands were played, outer layers began to be removed. She probably thought we were going easy on her to begin with, but the truth was she was just getting lucky cards. Anyway, after a few rounds my brother and I were down to boxes and t-shirts and she was still pretty well covered with her jeans and tank top intact.

Then I lost a hand and I had to ditch my t-shirt. She was gloating a little as I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head, like she was enjoying the power of being so clothed. In fact, maybe she was getting a little too confident because that's when she lost the next hand.

To avoid exposing her knickers or bra she did her best contortionist impression, reaching into her sleeves to unhook and pull her bra out of her tank top. At first he told her she was cheating, but then he laughed and said actually we're going to see her tits better through the top anyway. I guess that's around when I realized I didn't know as much about my brother as I thought I did.

Maybe he had the same reckless streak as me after all and he'd just been repressing it all this time. It was only after she pulled her bra out that she blushed and realized he was probably right. The top was so loose and flowy and that cream color was so light that she could probably tell by the way I raised my eyebrows I was getting a fairly full view.

I guess being more exposed threw her concentration off a little because she lost the next round too. The next thing she was standing in front of us two excited men, slowly sliding her jeans off, angling sideways for a moment to shake a bit of rump. Then she lost her balance a little, recovered, stomped on her jeans a little to get them off her feet, then she picked them up and threw them across the room at us.

We laughed and cheered. So you won right? She said to him.

Is that a game over? He said it couldn't be over because his shirt was still on, we'd have to make him lose a round. And if one of us loses? She asked.

Well you'll have to do a deer, he said. Neither of us can totally blame the drink here, I have to admit that we didn't do our numbers right. For some reason we thought the odds were good, two of us against him, but it was only as we began playing again that we realised he had only a one in three chance of losing.

The game was stacked way in his favour. I lost the first, she lost the second, and the third. On my loss he won and dared me to massage your shoulders.

I guess it sounds pretty tame unless you were there, but I had to stand behind her with nowhere for my eyes to go except to her shoulders and down her open tank top, and her tits were being lightly jiggled and bounced by the motion of my hands massaging her bare shoulders and back. She couldn't have known for sure how turned on I was at that point, but I saw she had goosebumps too, so she must have known skin-on-skin contact was quite erotic for both of us. Anyway, I lost the first, she lost the second.

That was when he dared her to take her top off. When she started to question whether or not he was asking too much, he reasoned that it was only fair since I had my shirt off and since we could already basically see her tits anyway and we'd both seen them recently and on and on it went. I don't think she cared anyway, I guess she was feeling cute and free with us and maybe a bit whine-happy and aroused maybe from the massage and whatever else a woman's body feels when she's the centre of attention.

So we watched as she stood up, angled her shoulders in, crossed her hands over at the bottom of her tank top and slowly lifted it to let her boobs lull out. We let out a pretty big cheer, then she lifted her top over her head and floated it across the room at us. It landed on my knee and I held it up in triumph, like I'd caught the bride's bouquet at a wedding.

When she sat down again, we just resumed the game normally. We might have stolen a few glances at her chest, but she loved it anyway. Just how comfortable we all were, how erotic everything was.

In fact, after she lost again and he dared her to go nude, I even wondered if she'd lost on purpose. Anyway, she said, fine, but you guys have to join me. It has to be all in.

We looked at each other briefly, then. Suddenly we were wrestling on the couch like schoolboys, trying to yank each other's boxes off. I guess for her it was part funny, part sexy, seeing us writhing around, grabbing at each other, stretching and ripping each other's underwear, red-faced and laughing breathlessly and giving each other these little red grip marks all over our bodies.

I know she was watching the way our muscles flexed, and once our boxes were down around our knees, how our mimbas dangled and swung as we tussled. By the time our shorts were around our ankles and we were almost out of breath, she stood up and we immediately stopped and turned to face her. She took the waistband of her panties and slipped her fingers underneath it.

We were dead still, watching her every move as she started slowly pulling her panties down. A bit of trimmed bush came slowly into view, but she paused just above the top of her pussy. We waited and watched, our gazes shifting between her eyes, her breasts and her fingers on the waistband.

Then, in one quick motion, she slid her panties down and kicked them off. My head was swimming as she sat down again and suggested we forget about the cards and just play dears. He asked how it would work and we decided we'd each take a turn coming up with them.

I'm first, she said. Okay, then I'm next, I said. She pretended to think for a moment, but it seemed she already knew what she wanted.

She told us to sit together on the carpet so she could watch us touch ourselves. I guess she thought it was a pretty risky dare which we might turn down, so she promised that if we did, she'd part her legs a little so we had something to look at. See why I mentioned us jerking off to the Playboy when we were thirteen? This was real, though.

She wasn't just an airbrushed photo of a dolled-up stranger in a magazine. She was someone I'd had a crush on at various times over my life, and she was actually going to open her body for me to see. Do you think I gave a fuck that my brother would be touching his cock at the same time? We didn't need to be asked twice.

As he sat down beside me, she leaned back against the couch and opened her legs and we both took our cocks in our hands and looked at her, first at her eyes, then her breasts, then down to her pussy. As we gripped our cocks, I could tell from her little shivers that her mouth was starting to tingle without even being touched. It was like it was actually responding to our eyes on it, especially my eyes, because she was looking at me frequently like she could actually feel my gaze as a sort of invisible caress.

I could feel her eyes too, seeing me touch myself and my cock growing and my shaft lengthening and straightening and the head swelling so hard it was getting kind of shiny. A few moments later she asked, a little self-consciously, if her pussy was looking wet. My brother just raised his eyes at her and said, Well, why don't you touch yourself and see? Is that your dear? She said to me.

I nodded, of course. She reached down and parted her pussy lips with her left hand, then reached her right finger down to the base and slid it up to the entrance of her vagina. It was so open and sensitive already and the wetness made a little sound as her fingers passed through on the way to her clit.

Right then our cocks went fully rigid, mine especially. It was so thick and hard that it was pulling my testicles taut and she was watching the slightly oval shape of them moving through the skin as I pulled my cock up and down. Maybe it was just that my body was new to her and kind of intriguing but as she began circling her clit with her finger, her glance was most often on me.

It was his dear next, he said he wanted us to carry on like that but for me to reach out with my left hand and touch her tits. I looked across at her. She just stared at me and pressed her lips together so I could only assume it was fine.

I reached out and ran my hand across her clavicle just to test her reaction. She took a deep breath and it was like her whole body inflated. We stared at each other as I brought my hand back up her belly before moving my palm over her left breast then her right.

It was like I'd flicked a switch. Goosebumps ran wild all over her body. She kept touching herself and watching my hand moving on my cock as I ran the other between her tits, fondling them, feeling their weight in my palm, glazing my thumb lightly across her nipples.

A moment later we had to snap out of the trance we'd fallen into because it was her turn to call the deer. She was finished talking though. She just took our hands and pulled our fingers towards her pussy.

As we started touching her she took his cock by the base with one hand then wrapped her other hand around my shaft to feel how rigid it was. For a couple of minutes we sat in a circle touching, our fingers spreading her wetness over her clit and her hands rubbing the skin up and down over the heads of our cocks. But then we weren't thinking about whose turn it was for the deer or what was appropriate or inappropriate or whatever.

After a while he signaled for her to lie down on the carpet and grabbed a bunch of couch cushions and used them to prop her up so she could watch. Then he lowered his face between her legs and beckoned me to do the same. I looked at her to be sure she was fine with it first then I bent down and breathed gently onto her pussy.

She watched us both as we began kissing around her groin, the inside of her legs and her outer labia. Then our tongues began taking turns probing her pussy lips and teasing around the entrance of her vagina. As I placed a kiss on the hood of her clitoris her muscles contracted in pleasure.

He sat up a little and reached down to part her pussy with his fingers while I put my tongue out and slowly licked her pussy from the base up between her labia where it dipped into her wet entrance and up all the way to where it nudged her clit out of its hood. Then I was running the tip of my tongue up and down over her clit and she could see her moisture intermingling with my saliva. Her breathing became more labored and her trembling body was settling into the rhythm of my tongue but she didn't want to come like that.

From the way she looked at my brother it was like she wanted him to tell her to do other things, like she wanted to know how far we could push the game. I knew he understood the look on her face but I didn't know what his reaction would be. When he finally grabbed my shoulder and lifted me away from her pussy I must have looked a bit startled and embarrassed.

That is until I realized what he was signaling for me to do. He gestured for me to sit on my knees between her legs so that my cock was sticking up resting against my belly only a few inches from her pussy. We were so close that we could almost feel the heat of each other's bodies.

Could you move a little closer he asked. I looked at her for a moment to confirm she was happy then I moved forward a little. My big hard cock was now literally an inch from her splayed pussy.

A bit closer he said. I looked at her again then we both slid together a tiny bit and suddenly my cock was resting lightly against her. Closer he said.

It was clear what he wanted to see. We looked at each other again then moved a touch closer. She shivered slightly as she felt the tip of my swollen cock pat her pussy lips.

My heavy cock was resting right against the entrance to her vaginal opening and looking down we could all see her weirdness erupt onto the tip of it. I could tell from her breathing and flushed face that she was dying to pull me on top of her but she held off and took his cock in her hand instead. A bit closer he groaned.

I moved my hips forward and there was a little pop as the hit of my cock squeezed into her pussy. She couldn't hold back anymore. She grabbed me by the waist with her left hand pulling me in.

Even as wet as she was it still burned me a little as I leaned over, inching my cock deeper into her aching pussy. The feeling inside her was like I'd been bound with silk. I started to move, squeezing myself slowly and evenly in and out of her.

For quite a while all three of us watched each other. The palm of her right hand moving up and down on his cock, the fingers of her left hand circling gently around her clit. But most of all we watched my hot cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

My skin there is smooth but slightly darker than the rest of my body and with each outward stroke we could see her pussy lips cling to my shaft, leaving it wet and glistening. And with each inward thrust she could see my balls tightening and the skin at the base of my shaft punching up as it caught on her labia, pulling back and unsheathing my dick so it could probe deep and beer inside her. At one point I got a bit close to orgasm and I had to briefly withdraw my cock.

As I did I noticed my brother looking down into the gaping space I'd left. Then she dipped her finger inside herself to drag a bit more wetness up over her clit She paused for a moment to tell us that if we were all okay with it she wouldn't mind if we both wanted to have a turn cumming inside her or on her tits or belly or wherever we wanted. She didn't mind where.

He replied that all he wanted was to carry on just like we were and that if she and I came first just watching us would be a massive turn on.