by Manda McNay
I started to unbutton his pants. He broke our kiss only long enough to slide them down and off, and he kissed me again before his shirt came off over his head. He was naked, now. We were naked together. My brother’s lover and I, alone, in my room.
I felt the heat between my legs intensify, and suddenly I wanted him there. Right or wrong, good or bad, I wanted Marc inside me. I reached for his prick, barely touching the smooth flesh before he gently pushed my hand away.
“I want to taste you first. I want to explore.”
He gestured for me to lie back. I obeyed, climbing up to the pillows, the crisp duvet crinkling under my weight. I leaned against the plush headboard and watched him.
He adjusted himself to a position just above my pulsing vulva. My thighs were closed to him, but it didn’t matter: he started by kissing me just below my navel. His kisses were soft, and sweet, and he took his time in moving downwards. I felt ready to explode. At last his kisses followed the light sprigs of hair down, until he was at my cleft. My breath came ragged.
He pushed my legs apart and flicked his tongue, just once, over my throbbing clit. I drew in a sharp breath: his head snapped up to see if he’d hurt me. I smiled, eyes half shut with lazy pleasure, and slowly pushed his head down between my legs.
It was all the encouragement he needed. He lapped at the sweet honey trickling out between my lips, smacking his lips with approval and humming a deep “Mmm”against me. The vibrations of his lips were wild: the man was a human sex toy! Over and across my opening, his tongue never quite penetrating, he drove me mad with lust. He engaged my pussy thoroughly; all I could think about was the roughness of his taste buds brushing against me as he explored. Finally, the tip of his tongue pushed through my folds and up inside of me. I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
His tongue moved to caress my clit, then he entered me with a finger. Another joined it, then another, his hand picking up speed to match his tongue. I felt the heat inside me spike. My fingers wound into his hair and I held his head still. My hips rocking, I ground my pussy against his mouth again and again until I burst. I came hard in his mouth, and once I had stilled he licked me clean.
“Well?” I asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know about all pussies, but yours tastes sweet. And now,” he said, raising himself up on his knees, “I want the full test-drive.” His dick was in his hand, and as he pumped it I saw the tiniest drop of his juice gathering at the tip. He bit his lip again and came to me, hesitant as a teenager. I only nodded: I didn’t trust my words.
When we connected it was fire, and when he pushed inside me I burned. We moved together, his cock climbing higher up my wet walls; we moved against each other, delicious friction leaving us both struggling for breath.
He was a good size, and long, and when his body met mine there was barely enough room for him inside me.
He looked into my eyes as he fucked me.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” he panted. I smiled and acknowledged his compliment with a tight squeeze of my walls around him. He tried to pull away, tried to slow the moment, but I wanted control. I clamped my thighs around his waist and rode him, guiding his body to meet my desires. His face tensed; cords stood out on his neck from resisting what we both knew was inevitable.
“You like being inside me?”
He nodded, eyes squeezing shut as I continued to fuck him.
“You like my pussy on your cock?”
He moaned.
“Then come,” I said simply, and he let go. His hot cream coated my cunt. He arched his back, his strong jaw clenched hard, and he shuddered with pleasure until his prick was empty.
He pulled out, at once the shy boy again. Then he crawled up the bed and into my open arms.
“So?” I asked him. His face was buried in my neck, but I still felt him smile. “I think that settles the question.”
Suddenly I sat bolt upright. “You’re not…I mean, you still…”
He pulled me back to lie with him. “I still love men. And I still love your brother. I’m good with settling down now. But,” he said, playfully grabbing my breast, “I’m going to have to let him know who I really am.”
“Don’t tell him it was me!”
He kissed my cheek. “Not in a million years.”
I spent a few minutes dozing on his shoulder until gently he roused me. “I need to have a shower and get back to your brother.” He hopped off the bed.
I propped myself up on one elbow. “Where did you tell him you were going, anyway?”
He grinned. “I said I wanted to spend some time with an old friend. I had a blast, Friend.” He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower start up.
I stayed where I was. To think, after all those moments I’d caught myself checking Marc out, after those flitting fantasies where I’d imagined having him myself…and he’d been the one to get the ball rolling. I slid under the blanket, listening to the hiss of the shower in the next room. Tomorrow, my brother would marry his lover — our lover — and I’d have to content myself once again with mere fantasies.
I ran a lazy finger over my lips, then smiled. At least now I’d have no problems imagining the way his muscles rippled under his smooth skin… or the way his cock looked standing at attention. I’d helped Marc; little did he know he’d be helping me back for years.
The shower cut off, and Marc strode back into the room. He was still (again?) half-erect, and I found myself getting excited. He dressed quickly, though, then leaned over me and planted a very proper kiss on my forehead.
“You’re the best sister-in-law ever,” he said. “Thank you.” And with that, he left.
I attended Lucas and Marc’s commitment ceremony the next morning. I teared up with the rest of the family, though in part my tears were for myself. I’d barely tasted what Marc had to offer, and I wanted more.
They were pronounced partners, then the dancing began. Marc danced with my mother, my father (much to everyone’s surprise and delight), one of my sisters, and finally me.
He leaned his head close to mine and whispered in my ear. “It was really… special… what you did for me last night. I can’t thank you enough.”
Crazy thoughts chased each other around my brain until one escaped my mouth. “Thank me by fucking me again.” Even as the words left me I felt ashamed. How selfish could I be?
He held me in silence for a few minutes as we circled the dance floor. I was kicking myself: I shouldn’t have said that. Especially there, at Marc and my brother’s wedding. I was opening my mouth to apologize when—
“I promised myself I’d be loyal to your brother. But the two of you…you’re so much alike. That’s the next best thing, right?” I pulled back and saw that grin of his again. “As long as we keep it our little secret.”
I laid my head on his shoulder and grinned through the rest of the song.
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Other Erotic Stories by Manda McNay
Fist
Bad, Bad Housewife
Anonymous: a Double-Pack of Stranger Stories
The Club
Hawaiian Honeymoon
Hung Like a Whale
Open House, Open Legs
Swinging In the Trees
Cougar: A Different Kind of Billionaire
Fuck or Treat
My Brother’s Lover
Christmas Swapping
…and more
