B.I.L.F.: A Brother In Law Romance

by Dark Angel

  “No, please, don’t…” he cries out, desperation turning him into something so pathetic that I almost pity him. Tears start falling out of his eyes, and he starts begging and crying like a baby. “I’ll do anything… I’ll do--”

  “Goodbye, Lester,” I whisper as I show him my million dollar smile. I press the trigger and, for a fraction of a second, time stops. And then… Well, then nothing happens. I put the safety on the moment I picked up his gun.

  “Oh, fuck,” he cries out, and I can’t help but laugh as I notice that there’s a dark stain on his jeans he had scrambled to put on once I burst in and after I took his picture.

  Fucking tool.

  He fucking pissed himself.

  He should have stayed with his cock out.

  “Well, don’t feel bad, Lester. Even big boys piss their pants from time to time,” I keep poking him with words, but now he has been defeated completely. He no longer has the nerve to stand up to me. He’s probably too afraid that I might just take the safety off and pop a bullet into his skull. Again, he probably deserves something like that, but I’m not a fucking degenerate like he is.

  “Destiny’s club. Python’s license. And then get your ugly fucking mug out of New York,” I summarize the whole thing to him. There’s still the clincher, though. “Oh, yeah, Lester… I’ll keep tabs on you. I’ll have people watching. If I ever hear that you’re involved in human trafficking again… Forget about photographs being leaked. If you do that, I’ll hunt you down like a dog, and I’ll finish you for good.”

  I throw him one last disgusted look and then turn on my heels. My security guys are already out by there, and one of them has parked the door right in front of Lester’s house. I walk to the doorway and then look from Strokes to Destiny.

  “Shall we, ladies?”

  Arm-in-arm with them, I walk out.

  Destiny

  The ride back to Austin’s apartment was as smooth as smooth can be. Now that the cloud of impending doom that hung over our heads had been lifted, we all felt as if we were walking on cloud nine.

  Once we got home, the first thing Strokes and I wanted to do was have a shower. She took the main bathroom, and I took the one in Austin’s bedroom. I’m here now, standing under the running water and letting all memories of Lester be wiped off from both my body and my mind.

  Happiness, that’s what I feel right now. Soon enough, Lester and his threats will be thing from the past, and the path will be cleared for Austin and I. And, soon enough, our family is going to grow, I think with a smile, slowly caressing my belly. It’s still flat and tight, but soon it’s going to start growing and growing. I never thought I’d be happy about growing fat, but that’s how the good things happen: they sneak up on you and take you by surprise. That was exactly how I fell in love with Austin.

  I step out of the shower with a wide smile on my face and, wrapping myself in a large cotton towel, I head to the wardrobe. I reach for my clothes, but then my arm stops mid-air. No, I don’t need clothes right now. What I need is… something else.

  I walk out of the room and head toward the living room with sure steps. Austin is leaning by the counter of his mini-bar, cradling a glass of whisky in his hands as he looks up to meet my gaze.

  “Hello, there,” he says, placing the glass down on the counter and walking toward me. He lays his hand on my waist and pulls me into him, crushing his mouth against mine. I close my eyes and, savoring how it feels to have my body pressed on his, I push my tongue past his lips. Our tongues dance around one another in a slow teasing dance, and then we finally pull back and look at each other.

  “I promised everything would work out,” he whispers, softly running one hand through my hair.

  “You did. And you kept your promise,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as my heart beats a song of… love. God, I’m going to love this man until my dying days. Whatever happens, I know that nothing will ever pull us apart. As stupid as it may sound, we were made for each other and, now that we’ve found that out, nothing will ever come between us. I won’t allow it, and he won’t allow it either.

  “I always keep my promises, babe,” he whispers, his eyes shining with tenderness.

  “Then promise me something right now,” I tell him, wickedness dancing at the corner of my lips. “Promise you’ll fuck me so hard I won’t even remember where I am once we’re done,” I whisper, grabbing at my towel in the place where I tucked it and pulling on it. I let it fall down to the floor and stand here, completely naked right in front of Austin.

  “I promise,” he whispers, a look of that same wickedness on his face, and then he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his long fingers on my bare ass cheeks and, when our lips collide once more, I shut the whole world out. There’s no more blackmail, no more fear, no more Lester. All that exists in my mind is Austin’s body pressed tight against mine.

  “I love you,” I whisper, pulling back from his kiss.

  “I love you too,” he tells me right back without hesitating, “never doubt that. Not for a second.”

  “Then… Prove it,” I tease him, sliding one hand down his shirt and going over his belt. I open my hand, stretching my fingers wide, and feel his thick shape straining against his pants. His cock is already hard, pushing back against my fingers, just the way I like it.

  “Oh, I’ll prove it,” he starts, squeezing my ass with those big hands of his. “I’ll fucking prove it,” he repeats, pushing me back until the back of my knees meet the edge of his couch. He gives me a gentle push and I fall down on the couch, smiling as I go down. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to unbutton his own shirt with slow and steady movements, and my heart skips a beat as his ripped chest comes into view. I swear, I don’t get tired of looking at his body. How could I, when he’s perfection incarnate? And he’s mine!

  When he’s done with the buttons on his shirt, he pushes it down his arms and simply lets it fall to the floor. Then, he climbs on the couch and on top of me, pressing his bare chest against my naked tits, a shiver going up my spine as I feel my hard nipples brushing over his skin.

  We kiss again, our tongues dancing around each other as I place my hands on his back, feeling his muscles move under my fingers like the perfect piece of sexual engineering that they are. I slide my hands down to his lower back and, when I meet the fabric of his pants, I push my fingers under it. My skin prickles as I feel his ass under the palm of my hands, and then I pull back from his skin and bury my teeth into his shoulders. I’m doing it on instinct, biting on him and making him crazy.

  The moment I bite him harder than I should, he yanks on my hair and forces my head back. His eyes are burning with desire and he wastes no time; slightly pulling back his body from mine, he opens a space between us and then moves fast, placing the open palm of his hand against my pussy and pressing down on it.

  “Oh,” I sigh heavily, thrusting against his hand and swaying my hips from side to side. Using just one finger, he starts running it up and down the length of my pussy, turning my sighs and into moans.

  “Today’s a special day,” he whispers into my ear, still moving his finger up and down. “Today marks the first day of our new life,” he continues, and then his finger stops moving. “And we’re going to fucking celebrate,” he tells me, sliding his finger past my folds and, hooking it upward, pushing it right against my G-spot. A throaty moan escapes my lips and I lean back against the couch, surrendering to the electric feeling that laces my whole body like barbed wire.

  A wicked desperation guiding me, I flatten my hand against his crotch, massaging his thick shaft in hurried circles. Growling like a wild animal, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. I open the top button of his pants and then, still moving as if have no time to lose, I pull his zipper down. His cock pushes back against the fabric of his fingers, pressing down on my knuckles, and I almost go crazy. God, I can’t believe that I’ve fallen in love with the most handsome man on Earth, and
that he loves me back. Swear to God, we’re going to fuck every single day for the rest of my life.

  I’m about to pull his boxer briefs down when my body suddenly tenses up; Austin presses his finger against my G-spot in such a way that my muscles become as solid as concrete, a sharp needle of ecstasy stabbing my brain. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I breathe out as pleasure chokes me, a raging orgasm taking form inside my pussy, clawing at my insides and threatening to explode, which it does.

  “FUCK!” I hiss between my gritted teeth, my muscles twitch as I claw at Austin’s back, my fingernails like knives on his hard muscles. My teeth are pressed together so tightly that they might shatter at any time, and it even seems that my bones are rattling.

  “This is just the start, babe,” he whispers, turning his hand around and placing his thumb over my clit. Without giving me any time to catch my breath, he starts massaging my clit while, at the same time, he pushes one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me with fast strokes, his thumb circling my clit in such a way that I can’t help but keep on hissing, pleasure turning into sound on my lips. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?” he asks, a teasing tone in his voice.

  “Y-yes…” I manage to say, commanding my mouth to move. Speaking is almost impossible when every single inch of your body is receiving a lashing from pleasure.

  “Then I want you warmed up for it,” he continues to speak, moving his finger in and out of me at a urgent pace. It feels like my mind is slowly fading, every single thought inside my head being replaced with the echo of lust and ecstasy. Then, I feel the crackle of electricity inside of me and --

  “OH GOD!” I shout, throwing my head back again and burying my fingernails in his back. By now I bet that he looks as if he has spent the night fighting a leopard. A very sexy leopard, mind you. “Your cock…” I find myself saying, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs and pulling them down with such a violence that he groans. “I want your cock. Right now.” I curl my fingers around his shaft and, losing no time, I start moving my hand up and down his long inches, stroking him as he slowly slides his two fingers out of my pussy.

  With a groan, he rolls to the side and sits down by my side, his cock slipping out of my fingers as he sits. Moving like a wild cat, I slip down from the couch and go down to my knees in front of him, reaching with both my hands for his mast. Grabbing it, I start to stroke him again, my hands moving so fast that they become a blur.

  Completely hypnotized by his cock, I start leaning in. I part my lips and --

  “I’m so sorry!” Mistress Strokes yells from behind the couch, her still wet hair clinging to her forehead. She has a long towel wrapped around her body, much like I did before, and her mouth is hanging open as she takes in the scene. “I didn’t… I didn’t know you guys were… I’m so sorry!”

  The old feelings from Lester’s apartment come back. I know she’s not going to sleep with Austin. And she’s not going to take him away.

  But why am I getting excited thinking of having her join us?

  Why does it feel so naughty?

  Without even thinking, I smile at her. “Don’t be sorry,” I tell her, my brain buzzing with the possibilities. Austin gave me a night I will never forget when he pulled me into Python’s stage, so I’m going to give him something he won’t forget anytime soon either… “Come here, Mistress,” I tell her as I go up to my feet, peeling my fingers off Austin’s cock. I walk around the couch and grab her by the hand, guiding her back to where I was kneeling. She comes after me, completely stunned, but then her eyes widen as they find Austin’s enormous cock.

  “Oh, God,” she mutters, and my smile becomes even wider.

  “That’s right,” I whisper, looking at Austin’s cock as well. I still can’t believe that this is my man. I usually don’t like to share, although I don’t mind being shared, but I’m going to open an exception right now. Because, well, this is Mistress Strokes. After what just happened between the three of us, this seems like a fitting ending to our night.

  I grab her towel and tug on it, forcing her to let go. It slides off her body easily, leaving her naked. Austin just looks from Strokes to me, and then raises one eyebrow. Are you sure? the look on his face seems to ask me, and I grin at him. I’m more than sure.

  Holding her by the hand, I go to my knees and pull her down. She buckles under her own weight and joins me in the floor. Still holding her hand, I guide it toward Austin’s cock and we wrap our fingers around his shaft at the same time. She’s looking as his gigantic shaft as if she’s in a trance, and I can tell that she’s loving every second of it. She never thought she’d have a chance with Austin… But now here I am, giving her something that most women can dream of, a moment with a perfect man.

  We stroke him at the same time, my hand on top of hers, and we start going so fast that Austin starts to groan. “Fuck,” he whispers, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. I take the chance to lean into me and, this time without anyone left to stop me, I part my lips and tilt my head to the side. I press my mouth against his shaft, and my heart starts beating faster as Strokes joins me, placing her lips on other side of his cock. We lock eyes for an instant, and I can see that we are in sync; right now, our purpose is to please Austin, to make him feel something that he has never felt before.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans again, and we start sliding our lips up and down his cock. I take the lead and wrap my lips around his cock; moving slowly, I open my mouth as wide as I can and push his cock inside of me.

  Strokes takes a supporting role, going down to the base of his cock and then further down; she opens her mouth and sucks one of his balls in, rolling it around her mouth. Somehow, she manages to open her mouth so wide that she fits his two balls inside of her, sucking eagerly. That just makes me want to go harder; I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can, rolling my lips over his mast in such a way that the muscles around my neck start to cramp up. But I don’t let that stop me, oh, no. I go even harder, pushing past all my limitation until I can barely move.

  “I… need… to… fuck you,” Austin breathes out, placing his hands on top of my head and forcing me to stop. Moving so fast that his movements become a blur, he goes up to his feet, making his balls pop out of Strokes’ mouth. He reaches for my hands and, grabbing me, pulls me up to my feet and then throws me down on the couch. He doesn’t even wait a second; he climbs on top of me, pressing his body on mine, and guides his cock right where it belongs. I let out a wild moan as I feel his cock parting my inner lips, and then strain against my insides as he slides it inside of me with one anxious thrust.

  He holds his position for a few seconds, the tip of his cock pressing deep inside of me, and then slides out slowly; that, of course, just so he can thrust again. And that’s exactly what he does: he thrusts in one hurried movement, his shaft burying itself inside of me and he starts building up a rhythm.

  I cross my legs around his waist and, burying my fingernails on his back, I succumb to the movement of his hips. My eyes are closed and, even though, I’m trying to open them, it seems that my eyelids are so heavy it’s a miracle I have ever opened my eyes.

  “It’s… so good,” I moan, my nerve endings firing off and setting in motion a chain reaction. There’s a chemical whirlwind inside my body, endorphins raging through my bloodstream and blending in with adrenaline, and I know where all this leads to, one mind bending orgasm.

  “It is,” Austin agrees, placing one hand on my cheek. I open my eyes to look at him, and a mellow smile takes over my lips. It’s almost hard to believe that this is real isn’t? By all means, I shouldn’t have gotten an happy ending like this. But, when everyone thought of me like a poster girl for disaster, the world turned around on its axis and gave me a chance.

  “You’re everything to me, Austin,” I tell him, losing myself in his eyes. It’s true; forget about money, fame or what have you. All I need in this world is for him to stay by my side.

 
“So are you, babe,” he smiles back at me. But then his tender smile starts widening and turning into a wicked grin; with a glint in his eyes, he starts to thrust even harder than before, and my only response is one hard scream. I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and each time that happens it almost feels Austin is going to rip me in two. But that doesn’t happen, of course what happens is that a violent scream claws its way up my throat and, as pleasure explodes inside of me, I cry out as loud as I can.

  Fireworks go off inside my head, and I swear I can feel my bones rattle. My muscles twitch and spasm, and it seems as if my spine is one fire. Right now, my body is like a red hot piece of coal, and my only pressure valve is the scream I’m unleashing. I don’t even know for how long I climax; all I know is that by the time the waves of pleasure start calming down, my limbs feel as heavy as a slab of concrete. My legs fall from around his waist, and even my arms slide out from around his neck.

  “You okay, babe?” I hear Austin’s voice coming at me as if he’s in a whole different continent.

  “I’m… I’m good,” I force myself to say, and then I grin at him. “I’m good for more,” I tell him, and he acts on it before I can even blink. Still with his cock inside of me, he goes to his knees and, grabbing my legs, pulls me closer. Then, before he even starts to thrust, he turns to the side and looks at Strokes.

  “Enjoying the show, are you?” Strokes! I almost forgot all about her. Her eyes are glazed, and her mouth is slightly ajar, yeah, she’s enjoying the show alright. She’s still on her knees, looking at us as if she has never seen something so impressive in her whole life.

  “You guys…” she starts saying, but she’s at loss for words. But then her eyes meet mine, and I know she still has a role to play.

  “Come over,” I whisper at her, sliding one hand down my stomach until my fingers are right above my pussy. I place one fingertip over my clit and, as I press down on it, I chomp on my lower lip and wink at her.