SABRINA AND HER BROTHER

Maybe breast feeding for the rest of you mothers out there was a joy, but for me it was pain mixed with misery... and ultimately led me into a situation that, while it has its deep pleasures, also has caused me much anxiety and worry.

I suppose I should have been worried when, after being six months pregnant, my breasts really began to grow and be sore. I went from barely a B cup to a fully-filled out C cup. I tried to not let the pain bother me, and didn't want it to interfere with my sex life with my husband, Greg, but it did. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for what was to come after my son was born. The doctor said it was one of the more severe cases of engorgement she had ever seen, but that didn't do anything to comfort me -- I was in non-stop pain, despite the cabbage leaves, hot showers, self-expression, etc... She tried to pass it off as having over-active lactation, but to me it seemed like my breasts would explode any minute.

Once I got into a rhythm feeding my son, Brayden, it got a little better. Still, if he wasn't right there when my milk let down, it didn't take long for my breasts to start hurting again. That, coupled with raw nipples, made me want to swear off the whole thing. But, after many consultations with lactation experts, I decided that I wanted to go for at least 6 months, and hoped that things would get better over time, that my body would eventually figure out how much milk it needed to make, and no more. But it seemed like every time I just about got to that stage, I would have a setback, due to a vacation throwing our rhythm off, or me being sick and not wanting to get my son sick as well. The extremely expensive breast pump that we bought saw me through, but it never quite drained me like my son did, and for some reason seemed like it sent a signal to my body to make more, when I was trying to get it to make less. The biggest problem, however, was how turned off Greg was by the whole process. He teased me all the time about the pump, and seemed much less interested in sex than he used to. It didn't matter that as soon as I could, I was back in the gym and by 6 months was in even better shape than before I was pregnant; it was apparently the fact that watching me give birth had grossed him out. He used to spend hours between my legs eating me out, and now wouldn't go near my pussy with his tongue. We talked about it frequently, and he reassured me he loved and wanted me, but that it would take him some time to get over the breastfeeding and the birth. I tried to be patient, but I was more than ready to get back into the active sex life we had had. It seemed like I was horny all the time, to the point that, on numerous occasions, when my son was really hungry and was feeding well, I would get very aroused, and would finish myself off after he was done feeding and was asleep. Pretty pathetic, to be honest...!

Nevertheless, I hit the 6 month mark and decided that I would start to wean my son, so that the endless pain would go away. I tried, over the course of a week, to get him to drink formula at nights, instead of from my breasts, and he took to it surprisingly well -- only my breasts didn't. They kept producing the same amount, even though I followed the guidance of two different lactation consultants. The only thing keeping me from going insane with the pain in my breasts was my trusty (and did I say expensive?) breast pump. Unfortunately, I was about to lose my only touch with reality, because Greg was leaving on Monday for a business trip for a week, and thus I would have nobody to talk with or take care of our son. And, of course, that's when my breast pump decided to fail on me. I spent an agonizing day on Tuesday morning trying to self-express and get my son to drink from me again -- but he was content with the formula and wasn't much interested in my milk anymore. Tuesday afternoon was a blur, trying to figure out where to take my breast pump to get it repaired. I barely made it to the store in time to drop it off, and asked if they had anything I could borrow. All they had was a manual breast pump, which, when I got home, only made me laugh like someone gone off her rocker. While it got me through the night, I knew in the morning my milk would come in in force, and I honestly didn't know how I would make it through. I was gearing up to head back out to find another pump, when the doorbell rang, and there stood my brother Jeff, with a big box of clothes in his hands. He had a big smile on his face, and said, "Hey, Sis, Denise wanted me to drop off these clothes for Brayden." But when he saw the grimace on my face he said, "Hey, Sabrina... are you ok?"

I opened the door and let him in, saying, "No... I'm in a lot of pain, to be honest."

"What happened? Did you fall or stub your toe?"

"No... none of that... you probably don't want to know."

"Oh, come on... please tell me what happened?"

"Ok, since you asked... my breasts are killing me. I'm trying to wean Brayden, and... it's not going very good."

"Oh... right... too much milk?"

"Yeah... how did you know?"

"Are you kidding me? We have 3 kids, you know; I've been through all of this with Denise."

Ah, yes, Denise... Jeff's picture-perfect wife. Denise, who was always prim and proper, with the perfect sense of style in clothes. Denise, who, despite having three kids, kept a perfectly maintained home. Denise, who was tall and thin, but somehow still had perfectly perky D-cup breasts, perfectly manicured nails, sparkling blue eyes, and always styled long blond hair.

I'm not sure why I always compared myself to her, to be honest. Even though I wasn't that short (5'7"), I didn't have the slender frame that she had, but was more curvy. And for some reason, my shoulder-length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes seemed downright plain, next to her. The only comfort I took was in my complexion, a result of some recessive genes that brought my distant Italian heritage to the surface, giving me that light olive skin (as well as the fiery temper and emotions), something I knew Denise tried for with tanning, but never achieved. The worst part was that she was extremely sweet and nice. She had welcomed me like a long-lost sister when I first met her, and I hated myself for liking her so much.

"Right... forgot... anyway... my body just can't seem to figure it all out, and my breast pump won't work, and I think I'm going to explode if I don't get any relief."

With a huge grin on his face, he said, "Where's Greg? He'd probably love to help you take care of that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, nothing... just... not to gross you out, but... I loved drinking from Denise when she was breastfeeding."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely! It was awesome."

"First of all, that is way too much information. Secondly... Greg isn't really interested in it, to be honest."

"Seriously? Man, I loved Denises' milk... so sweet, perfect temperature..."

"You are such a pervert."

"Why, because I did that?"

"I don't know, Jeff... I just... am in a lot of pain right now. I can't even think straight. All I want is some relief."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He said this, and I honestly believe his question was innocent and his only intent was to help me out. He would have driven to the moon and back, if I had asked him to. His face was one of sincerity, and I knew he wasn't thinking at all the same thoughts I was thinking. I didn't know what to say, but just kept looking into his eyes, until I could see that he finally got to the same idea as what I was thinking.

"Do you want me to... you know... help you... relieve some pressure?" I couldn't speak, so just nodded, and then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He sat down next to me and said, "Are you sure about this? I mean, are you ok with it?"

I said, "I am if you are. I just am in so much pain right now I don't care about anything else."

He said, "Ok, tell me what you want me to do."

Reluctantly, I unbuttoned my blouse and opened it. He scooted closer to me, and I unsnapped my nursing bra over my right breast, pulling my breast out for him. I cleared my throat and then nervously said, "Let's start with this one."

He nodded, and then bent down and, cupping my breast with his right hand, began to drink from my breast.

The initial relief felt amazing... even though the left breast was just as full, the fact that the right one was finally being drained momentarily drowned out any other feeling I had at the time. Jeff was sucking very gently but very strongly on my breast, just as Brayden did when he was very hungry... and that's when I noticed that I was starting to feel aroused. I tried to discount the feeling, but sure enough, I was turned on, and was getting more turned on as every moment went by. I tried in vain for several minutes to convince myself that what I was thinking and feeling was pure craziness. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Greg sucking my breast, but the image wouldn't come. I opened my eyes and for some reason looked down into Jeff's lap -- and could see he had a huge erection, and I was even more amazed as it continued to get bigger. "I had no idea he was that big" I said to myself, which was immediately followed by, "What are you thinking? He's your BROTHER!" which was immediately followed by, "I can't believe how aroused I am." He must have had some idea, because his sucking grew more intense, causing deep painful pleasure in my breast, to the point that I involuntarily let out a lengthy gasp of pleasure. The next moment, I felt his hand lightly touch my leg, just above the knee. The feel of his hand on my leg was electric. A little voice in my head kept telling me how wrong this was, but somehow I knew I wouldn't stop what was about to happen. It had been too long since I had tasted the sweet satisfaction and deep pleasure of sex. Never mind the fact that it was going to be from my brother, not from my husband...

Jeff's hand slid a little further up my leg, and I felt myself yielding to him, spreading my legs apart slowly as his hand moved down onto my thigh. His hand reached the hem of my skirt and slowly moved underneath, steadily sliding up my thigh. Even as my head said, "This is crazy, Sabrina -- STOP" I began to move my hand towards him, touching him first on the leg to get oriented, then moving my hand over to feel the erection in his slacks.

While I had experimented with several guys before I married Greg, I had not once ever felt anything as big as Jeff. And, to be honest, Greg's cock barely made it to 6" and was somewhat thin, so I wasn't really ready for something this big. I ran my hand slowly up and down the shaft, and felt Jeff's cock throb and pulse in response.

And, by this point, Jeff's hand had made it to my crotch, and he was gently moving his fingers along the edge of my panties. There was no doubt about the fact that I was very aroused, as I could tell I was soaked and so I knew he also felt my heat and wetness. He directed his attention to where my pussy was, and began to gently probe, looking for my clit. He found it, and a bolt of electricity shot through me, exiting in the form of a groan of pleasure out of my open mouth. The whole time this was happening he never stopped sucking on my breast, never stopped drinking from me.

I knew without a doubt that I had to have him inside me. And I also knew that after the passion and lust had passed, I would be filled with regret -- but that wasn't enough to stop me. I tugged at his belt and the zipper of his slacks, and he moved one hand down to undo his belt and pants. I was amazed at his coordination, being able to suck from me, while stroking my pussy and clit with one hand, and undoing his pants with the other. As I was reaching in to release his cock, he slipped his fingers, and then his hand, under my panties, and first slid his fingers through my pussy to get them wet, before attacking my clit. I couldn't remember when I had felt this much arousal. And then I got his cock out of his pants and boxers, and wrapped my hand around him. His cock felt hot to the touch, and it was fully aroused. I finally opened my eyes to take a peek at it, and saw a thick cock with a plump head that had a huge drop of precum on its tip. I moved my hand up to touch the precum and spread it around, and I felt him shiver with pleasure.

It was now or never, and although my mind said "NEVER!" one last time, my body took over. I leaned forward and stood up; my right breast felt totally empty, but my left breast had been untouched and gave me a brief reminder of the pain I was in. I turned around and did not look at Jeff, but instead pulled off my skirt and slid off my panties. Without saying anything, Jeff slid his shoes off, and then took his slacks and boxers off. I mumbled, "The other breast now" as I took my blouse and bra off. Completely naked, I moved to straddle my brother on the couch. He reached out to help me get situated, then immediately took my left breast into his mouth and began sucking. I let out another moan of pleasure and relief, and then reached down and took his cock in my hand, and guided it towards my pussy. I was amazed at how wet I was and slowly lowered myself onto him.

I let out a long, slow moan as I took about half of his cock inside me. It felt incredible but also was very uncomfortable -- I just hadn't had someone that big inside me, ever, and I felt like I was being split in two for a few seconds. I moved my hips up again and felt him slide out. I lowered myself onto his cock again, this time taking him all the way in. I pushed my hips down hard onto him, grinding my clit, and then slowly raised up again. I could tell he was enjoying the ride from his moans, but he never once faltered in drinking from my breast. I began to slowly ride his cock; once my pussy had adjusted a little, I quickened the pace. I could feel an orgasm coming and let the waves of pleasure build within me and wash over me. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and tilted my head back, closing my eyes and giving myself over to the pleasure inside me. It took perhaps all of about 5 minutes before I was at orgasm, a cascading, overpowering sensation that made me shake repeatedly and loudly moan over and over again. I think my orgasm set him off, because he came deep inside of me shortly afterwards, letting out a huge groan as his cock exploded within.

As the pleasure began to ebb from my body, the magnitude of what had just happened began to hit me. Keeping my eyes closed, I put my forehead onto his forehead and said, "Oh Jeff... what did we just do?" His response was to let out a soft laugh that conveyed pleasure and relaxation. I said, "This was so wrong, Jeff... so wrong." He laughed again, and said, "well, that might be true... but we're both consenting adults, it's not like we robbed a bank."

"I know, but... this is incest, Jeff, plain and simple incest."

"True. And I hate to say this, but from your body language, I think it was also something that you've needed for a long time now."

I thought about what he said, and realized he was exactly right. "You are right... I did need that... more than I thought I did."

We sat there in silence for a little bit. His semi-hard cock was still inside me, and two stark facts hit me at the same time: one, I wasn't on birth control, and two, he hadn't used a condom and had come inside of me.

Still keeping my eyes shut, our heads together, I said, in a somewhat worried tone, "Please tell me you've had a vasectomy."

He laughed again, and said, "Why? Don't you know you can't get pregnant while breastfeeding?"

"I know that there are rare cases where women have gotten pregnant... oh Jeff, please... tell me you had that operation, please..."

He laughed again and said, "Years ago. Been shooting blanks for almost 5 years now, so don't worry about that."

I smiled and let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Good."

We sat there in silence for a little bit, and then he said, "I have to be completely honest with you, Sabrina... and I know this might disturb you a little, but... I have wanted to have sex with you for years. Over a decade, really."

My eyes shot open and I sat back, looking in his eyes as I blurted out, "WHAT?!? Are you serious?"

I quickly got off of him, feeling his cock slide out of me with a wet pop, and stood in front of him, my hands on my hips, staring at him with a growing anger.

He smiled and said, "Of course! Look at you -- you're gorgeous! You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, from the inside out! You've got that gorgeous face with those sexy lips, deep brown eyes, luxurious, thick hair... you're absolutely phenomenal, and you know you've got a knock-out body... awesome tits, thin narrow waist, then those voluptuous hips and the best... the very best... that absolutely smokin' hot ass. DAMN is that thing ever fine. I could look at it all day. Every hot-blooded guy in America probably would love to be with you. You are totally fuckable."

I blushed and said, "Fuckable? Fuckable? Thanks for the compliment, you pervert!"

"Hey -- don't get offended. I'm just trying to be honest with you. How am I not supposed to notice that my little sister has grown up to be a friggin' hot woman? I'm not supposed to notice the curves, the firm, tanned legs, the sexy face, the way your ass looked in those khaki pants you wore on the 4th of July?"

"So you really have fantasized about me for 10 years?"

"More like 14 years."

"What? You PERVERT! You were fantasizing about me when I was 16?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I was fantasizing about you then, but yeah, I did notice how you had developed into a very beautiful woman."

"I can't believe this is happening." And it was at that point I felt a warm glob of come drip out of my pussy and onto my calf. I looked down and spread my legs apart, and watched in amazement as glob after glob of thick white come dripped out and spattered onto the hardwood floor.

In amazement I said, "Geez, Jeff, how much did you come?"

He smiled and said, "Sorry, but... I was really turned on, and didn't hold back."

As I watched more globs drip out, I muttered, "I guess not." I turned around and leaned over the kitchen counter to grab some paper towels, and felt a big glob stick to my thigh and knee. I shook my head and laughed as I turned back around and began to clean myself up. I moved over to clean up the little pool of come on the floor, and glanced up in time to see Jeff with my panties, smelling and tasting the crotch.

I said, "What in the HELL are you doing?"

He smiled again and said, "Sorry, just wanted to know what you taste like."

"You are SUCH A PERVERT!" Apparently I yelled too loudly, because Brayden woke up and started to cry. I gave Jeff an exasperated look as I grabbed my panties out of his hand, gathered up my clothes, and went into Brayden's room. I quickly put my bra, blouse, and skirt on, throwing my soaked panties into the dirty clothes hamper in the hall, and walked back out to the living room in time to catch Jeff running the fingers of his hand up the shaft of his semi-hard cock, which he then stuck into his mouth.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Just... tasting, sorry..."

"Pervert. Don't you need to get back to work?"

"Yes, I do... I just came by to drop off the box of clothes... look, Sabrina, please don't worry too much about what we did, ok? Seriously, it is no big deal. I'm happy to let it go and pretend it never happened, honest. I will never bring it up again, ever, ok?"

I sighed, and said, "Ok. I just can't believe we did that."

"I know, me either, honest. Never in a million years did I think that was going to happen. But try to look on the bright side."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your breasts aren't going to explode, are they? I mean, they don't hurt anymore, do they?"

He had a point, and I had to agree with him. They actually felt almost normal. "True, very true."

"And besides... you got a great orgasm out of it, too."

"Oh, you PERVERT!!!" But I knew he was right, so very right. I didn't want to admit it, but it was probably one of the best orgasms I had ever had in my life.

Jeff had done such a great job of draining me that I had nothing left to offer Brayden that evening, but he happily took the formula, and I went to bed for the first time that night with my breasts not in agony. Still, they were beginning to fill back up, and I hoped that the next day wouldn't be a repeat in pain.

What was more troubling were the thoughts that kept running through my head about the sex I had had with Jeff. It was so wrong... and yet I found myself focusing more on the deep, deep pleasure he had given me. And while the sex had satisfied my needs, it also seemed to re-awaken the sexual desires within me that had been neglected for over a year. I took a shower after Jeff had left, and washed myself as good as I could, but had to change my panties later in the afternoon due to the come that was still inside me, dripping out and soaking the crotch. And I caught myself playing with my pussy while I watched TV in the evening. That night I had very lurid, erotic sexual dreams, but could only remember fragments of them in the morning. The one that I couldn't get out of my mind (and truthfully, didn't want to get out of my mind) was of sucking a cock, Jeff's cock, while another cock was inside my pussy from behind.

I tried hard to put all of that nonsense behind me in the morning, and found it relatively easy, because more milk had come in early in the morning, and my breasts were once again filled to the max. I tried to get Brayden to drink more, but he wasn't interested. You picked a bad time to be completely weaned, I thought to myself. I realized I needed to get out and find a breast pump, and so got dressed and packed up to go shopping for one. Before I left I went to start a load of laundry, sorting the clothes to make separate loads of darks and whites. When I came across the panties from yesterday -- first the blue cotton bikini ones, soaked with my juices from my encounter with Jeff; then the white cotton briefs that I had put on after the shower, that quickly became soaked with the residual come inside me; then the black satin ones I had worn during the night, which had a mix of my wetness, and a little of Jeff's come -- I had another wave of passion and arousal. I briefly thought about calling Jeff, but quickly put it out of my head, and started the washing machine. My breasts were starting to ache badly again, and I needed to get going.

Brayden and I headed out to the garage, and I got him settled into the backseat of my car. I turned the key and heard the click-click, which I had learned meant I had a dead battery. I closed my eyes, whispered, "Please, no..." under my breath, and tried once more. Nothing. That's just great, I thought. Now what am I supposed to do?

I took Brayden out of the car and noticed that he was asleep, so I put him back in his room and closed the door. I started to walk over to the kitchen to use the phone, and was surprised to hear it ring. I picked it up, and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, Sis, this is Jeff, just... wanted to see how you were doing, make sure we're still ok."

"Hi, Jeff... thanks for thinking of me. We're doing fine." I debated on what I should tell him, and finally realized that having him come over to start my car would be cheaper than calling the mechanic. "Actually, I'm not doing ok... I really need to get out and get a new pump, because I'm in a lot of pain again, and I just tried to start the car and it's dead."

"So, me helping yesterday didn't work?"

"No, it helped out a lot, actually... was the first time I've slept good since Brayden was born." I tried not to think about the dreams I had had.

"But the milk is back again?"

"Yeah... not quite as bad as yesterday, but still very very painful... and I think Brayden has decided he's weaned, since he isn't interested in me at all."

"Wow. That sucks. I mean, shoot... no pun intended, honest, Sister. So, what's wrong with the car?"

"It just goes click click when I turn the key. I think the battery is dead."

"Could be. Want me to come by and give you a jump? I mean, jump you? I mean jump your car, sorry! Jump-start your car, that's what I meant."

I laughed, and said, "You perv. Yes, please, would you mind?"

"Nope, just finishing up a file and I'll be on my way. See you in 20 minutes."

I hung up the phone and sat down. A wide spectrum of thoughts, feelings, and sensations came at me all the same time, and I tried hard to sort them out. I knew for certain that there could be no more sex with Jeff, period. I also knew that fucking his cock was amazingly pleasurable. Another wave of milk came in and my breasts began to ache and throb as they had yesterday. And having Jeff suck them was such piercing sweet pleasure. A jumble of voices in my head, all screaming, "What am I thinking? Wow, his cock was huge. Stop this now! You can't do that again with him, EVER. I can't believe how much come there was..."

The doorbell rang, and there was Jeff, in his business suit, with a kind, gentle smile on his face. "Hey, Sis, so is the car in the garage?"

All business, no hint of what we had done yesterday in his voice or on his face. Whew. I said, "Yep, here's the key."

I handed the keys to him, and he took them, our hands touching momentarily. His hand was warm and once again electric to the touch. I will NOT get aroused again, I thought, and then felt a hint of wetness as I followed him to the garage.

"Greg has a jump-starter in here somewhere; I gave it to him for his birthday last year... ah, there it is." He popped open the hood of the car, and said, "How old is this piece of junk, anyway?"

I sighed, and said, "Almost 10 years old. Greg wants me to drive it for another year or so... we just can't afford a new car right now."

He nodded as he hooked up the jump-starter and said, "Looks like it's got a full charge, so this should start in no time."

He got in and tried to start the car. Nothing. No noise at all. He got out and looked under the hood again, touching the various parts of the engine.

As he wiped his hands off on a rag, he looked at me and said, "Well, you're not going to want to hear this, but this car isn't going anywhere on its own, today. It could be the battery, or the starter, but to be honest, since it's so old, it could be a bunch of things."

Right about then another wave of milk came in, and I winced. He looked at me and said, "You're really in a lot of pain, aren't you."

We walked back into the house, and I said, "Yes... almost as bad as yesterday. It feels like they are going to explode any second." He laughed as he washed his hands at the sink; it wasn't a relaxed laugh, but a nervous laugh. He was thinking the same thing I was thinking.

To distract myself, I called the mechanic and asked for a tow truck to come take the car to the shop. I looked at Jeff, and said, "The guy I spoke to said he would try to get the truck here as soon as possible, but it could be two to three hours from now. He asked me to wait around until the truck showed up."

"That is too bad, Sister. Do you want me to go out and get you a pump, or... what can I do to help?" The look on his face was one of sincerity, but in his eyes I saw the spark of desire.

"Jeff, we can't... we can't do that again. We just can't."

"I know, I know... I just hate to see you in that much pain, and I have to be honest with you -- what are your other options at this point? I'd be happy to take you with me back to work, and you could take my car from there, but then you'd miss the tow truck. And you said that me drinking from you worked for you yesterday."

"Yes, the sucking did, but... we can't have sex again."

"I know, I know... I'll be the perfect gentleman."

I sighed, and said, "Ok... ok. Let's go sit on the couch."

We sat back down on the couch, and Jeff put his hands in his lap while I lifted up my shirt and unsnapped my nursing bra again, once again offering my breast to him. He leaned in and gently cupped my breast with his hand, and began sucking. He started off gently, but gradually began to suck deeper. I closed my eyes and tried to put all thoughts of sex out of my head, but it was like fighting the incoming tide. I was getting aroused again, and fast. I tried one more time to fight off the desire burning within me, but lost focus when I felt my pussy get wet again. I leaned my head back, took a deep breath, and said, "Oh Jeff... it feels so good, so good..." The words were out of my mouth before I even knew it.

His hand immediately shot out and touched my leg. Through the jeans I was wearing I could feel the warmth of his hand and could feel it sliding up. I reached over and immediately found his cock, and felt it rapidly growing in his slacks. I spread my legs wide for him as his hand reached my crotch, and he began to rub my pussy through the jeans. The thought of "this is so wrong" was replaced with the thought of, "I should have worn a skirt again".

I took my hand off of his crotch and stood up, turning to face him. He started to protest, saying, "But you said..." but I cut him off with a throaty, mumbled, "Shut up."

Without looking in his eyes, I slid my shirt off and then reached behind me to undo my bra. I undid my jeans and slid them off, along with my panties. While I was doing this he took his shoes and slacks off, undid his tie, and slid his shirt and t-shirt off. While I noticed his flat stomach and well-shaped pectoral muscles, my focus quickly zoomed in on his cock. I once again straddled him on the couch, and quickly centered my pussy over his cock. He reached out for the other breast and began sucking deeply as I slid down onto his cock. I quickly coated his rock-hard shaft with my wetness and began to ride him hard and fast, grinding my clit into him with every thrust. He shifted his hips slightly, re-orienting the way his cock slid into me, and by doing so, began to hit my g-spot. I moaned loudly and said, "oh fuck yes, Jeff... oh fuck yes." He responded with, "oh Sabrina... I want to fuck you all day long... I want you so bad."

That made me ride him harder, and I quickly came to orgasm, climaxing over and over again as I slowly rode his cock. The pleasure from him was very intense, and left me feeling weak. He put his hands on my hips, and without a word, slid me off of him and had me sit on the couch. I leaned back as he stood up in front of me. His cock was huge and was glistening with my wetness. He stepped up to the edge of the couch and stood in between my spread legs. Our eyes connected and I understood what he wanted. I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand, and opened my mouth. He thrust his hips forward gently and slid his cock into my mouth. It was hot and I could taste my pussy juices on it. I sucked it for perhaps a minute before he pulled out and got on his knees between my legs. He then leaned forward and eagerly, greedily began to lick and suck my drenched pussy. It felt wonderful and I began to get aroused again. I could definitely tell that this was something he had thought about for a long time, the way he licked and sucked, and then would stop and carefully examine my pussy, before licking my clit and sliding his tongue inside me.

He stopped and then positioned himself so that his cock was at the entrance of my pussy. He slid into me again and I gasped a little with the hardness of his thrust. He began to slowly, but deeply fuck me, all the while focused on watching his cock slide in and out of me. He was mesmerized watching his cock being swallowed over and over again by my body, and I was mesmerized watching his face. There was no doubt at all in my mind that he truly had fantasized about this for a long time, and I also knew that we both were getting much satisfaction and pleasure out of this forbidden sex.

The pleasure must have been too much because it didn't take too long before he was coming inside me. His thrusts were deep, very deep, as he sought to come as deeply inside of me as possible. He finished coming and leaned forward, resting his head on my now-empty breasts.

"Damn, Sabrina... that was awesome."

"Yes, it was. I have to admit, I am totally blown away at how erotic and satisfying this sex is."

"No kidding. I've wanted to do that for years."

"I could tell."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Oh yeah."

He laughed and then leaned back and slowly slid out of me. He sat down next to me on the couch. I shifted my hips and leaned back, spreading my legs. We both watched as the come started to steadily drip out of me. Glob after glob after glob of thick, pearly white come. All I could say was, "Wow. Wow." With each glob. He just leaned back, closed his eyes, and smiled. Like yesterday, it was a huge load.

"Does that happen for you every time?"

He said, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you always have that much come, every time?"

"Oh... yeah, most of the time... sometimes more, though."

"More? Seriously? Geez... I'm starting to wonder about what I've missed being married these last 6 years to Greg... he never has that much."

"Really? He's not the greatest of lovers?"

"He's a sweetie, honest... I love him... but, well, the sex life hasn't really been there since about the time I was 5 months along."

"That just blows me away, Sis. If I was your husband, I'd be all over you, all the time, and would do anything to get between your sweet, sweet thighs."

"You just were between my sweet, sweet thighs, you pervert, and have been all over me the last two days... Brother."

He got a big grin on his face, and said, "Oh yeah... damn that was good, too. Sooo incredibly good. Sweet, sweet, sweet."

"You are such a perv."

"I know, I know."

We rested in silence for a moment, and then I asked, "So, pervert, what other kinky fantasies do you have about me?"

"Oh man... where to begin... well, to be honest, I'd give anything to see that ass of yours in a thong... not just any thong, but some no-kidding lingerie."

"Really? You mean like the whole garter-belt and stocking get-up?"

"Oh yeah... big time. I would love to slowly undress you while I worship that sweet body of yours."

"Is that it?"

"No... not to get too graphic on you, but I desperately want to eat you out in a variety of positions... want to 69 you... I want to come in your mouth, and watch you swallow my load... and man oh man, I want to fuck you doggy style for like 4 hours straight."

"Ouch!"

"Oh... I wouldn't be able to last that long... but I want to do that so bad."

"Sounds like you have spent way too much time thinking about things you want to do to me!"

"You got that right."

I couldn't believe I was going to say it, and in disbelief I heard myself say, "So... do you want to come over tomorrow? I mean, I'm probably going to need some relief from the milk flow, and I don't have a car, so..."

He looked at me, and said, "Are you serious?"

I nodded, and said, "I guess I'm thinking that we've already done it twice now, and with Greg gone this week, it seems like the timing is right for this, for us to do this... and you drinking from me has helped a lot, honest. The sex is... amazingly kinky and mind-blowingly fantastic, and if you honestly are that hard over for me, then I can only imagine how good it will be if we have the time to really enjoy ourselves. But it has to end after that. No more, no matter what. Deal?"

"Deal. But... a couple of questions, if you don't mind?"

"Ok -- shoot."

"Ok... do you have lingerie to wear?"

"Yes, I've got some... want to see what I've got?"

He nodded, and so I got up and walked down the hall to the master bedroom, a final glob of come dripping out of me onto my thigh. I came back with my basket of lingerie and gave it to him, and then got some paper towels to clean up the river of come dripping down the couch and onto the floor. I'm glad it's fake black leather and cleans easily, I thought to myself.

"This one. This set." I looked up and he was holding up a set of lingerie I had bought before I got pregnant, but never worn because it hadn't fit very well. It had black satin and lace borders with embroidered pink panels, and was a matching bustier, thong, and garter-belt.

I smiled and said, "Ok... what do you want over the top?"

Jeff smiled and said, "Remember that flowery dress you wore last summer at the beach?"

"Yep... you like that thing?"

"Oh yeah... totally got me hard. Shows off your curves and your ass perfectly."

"Ok, I can dig it up... although black stockings under it will look kind of funny."

"Don't worry, the dress won't stay on long."

"Nice, you pervert... any other requests?"

"Well, yeah... I mean... there's lots I want to do... and I've been fantasizing about this for a long time, so... can I call the shots tomorrow, do things in the order I want?"

"Of course."

"Ok, great... which brings up the next question, how long do you want to go for?"

"You mean, like how many hours? Seriously?"

"Yeah, because, well, for all that I want to do... would probably mean about 3 hours worth of sex."

"Oh my gosh, you are sick in the head!" It was absolutely bizarre that I was sitting on the couch, completely naked, next to my equally naked brother, having this conversation.

"Well, I'm just asking, that's all..."

"No, I understand... well, I'll have to take breaks to take care of Brayden, but... that shouldn't be an issue."

"One more question."

"Ok..."

"Well, since, after tomorrow, we're done, I was hoping for some... mementos, to remember it?"

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters... the thong."

I smiled, and said, "Of course."

"And... pictures."

"Pictures? Excuse me?"

"Yeah... some pictures... maybe a few video clips. Nothing that would identify us, you know, but just some pictures... of your ass in that thong, in some poses... my cock inside you... my come dripping out of you."

"I don't know, Jeff. I just would be afraid they would get out into the internet."

"Absolutely not. They would be for me, only." Something in the way he said it made me unsure if I could trust him.

"We'll see... you can take some, but I get to delete any of them I want, ok?"

"Deal."

"Ok... it's been about 45 minutes since I called the tow truck, so we should probably get dressed."

"Ok, ok... was kind of hoping for a quickie, though."

"A what?"

"You know... a quickie?"

"Get out of here, you pervert, you'll get your fill tomorrow, you sick bastard."

"Technically, I'm not a bastard, Mom and Dad were married when they had me and you... I'm not so sure about Doug, though..."

I shook my head and smiled at him and said, "Get out of here!"

With a grin, as he walked out the door, he said, "See you tomorrow, about 10am?"

Sure enough, right at 10am on Friday morning, the doorbell rang and there was Jeff, looking fresh from the shower, in his best suit. "Morning, Sabrina, how's it going?" he said as he stepped inside and shut the door.

"Fine... you look quite chipper."

"Oh yes... you have no idea what this means to me. And may I say that you look absolutely fabulous." He looked me up and down, taking me by the shoulders and turning me back and forth. I had spent most of the morning getting myself ready -- trimming my bush, shaving my armpits and legs with a new razor, showering, putting lotion on, doing my hair and makeup, and then dressing in the lingerie and the dress. I hadn't realized how aroused I was until I went to put the thong on, and felt my wetness as I adjusted the fabric over my pussy lips.

"You really can't get enough, can you..."

"Nope!"

"So... it's your show, what do we do first?" I tried hard to hide my anticipation and eagerness, but to be completely honest, I too was looking forward to getting started. I had spent most of the evening before sorting through my emotions and feelings, and had mostly made peace with myself that I was in an adulterous, incestuous relationship with my brother that was 6 years older than me. Knowing it would end after today helped give me the freedom to enjoy the sex for what it was -- just sex, nothing else.

He grinned again, and said, "To the bedroom."

"The bedroom? Don't want to start out on the couch, or kitchen counter?" I said, jokingly.

"We may get there eventually... but the mirrors are in the bedroom."

"Oh my word... you really are a pervert, aren't you?" Jeff had remembered that the sliding doors to the closet in the master bedroom were floor-to-ceiling mirrors. "Doing it isn't enough, you want to watch in the mirrors, as well?"

He smiled and nodded like a child, and then took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom.

Once inside, he positioned me in front of the mirrors, and then he got completely undressed. He took a digital camera from his coat pocket and set it on the bed. His cock was already semi-hard. He got behind me and held me close from behind, pushing his cock into my ass. He was shaking ever so slightly, a sign to me of just how erotic this was for him. And I soon started to catch on to that erotic feeling as well. He began to run his hands up and down my body, caressing me, feeling my curves, burying his face in my hair, smelling my hair, and kissing my neck. Up until this point we hadn't kissed at all, and so his kissing my neck was a new sensation, one that was arousing but also brought back the little voice, saying it was wrong. However, his arousal, and his caressing of my body, was enough to shake off the little voice and allow me to concentrate on the touches he was giving. The truth was that I hadn't been touched by a man like this in a long, long time.

He was behind me, on his knees, running his hands up and down my legs, first the outside, then the inside. I heard him visibly gasp when he felt the stockings and garter-belt, and he lifted up the dress to look at my ass in the thong. He spent a few minutes just looking, staring at my posterior.

He asked me to get onto my hands and knees on the edge of the bed, and he got on his knees on the floor, directly behind me. I watched him in the mirror, the same entrancement on his face that was there yesterday. He slowly pushed up my dress, exposing my ass. He kissed it all over, caressing my thighs and my pussy through the thong. He was in sheer ecstasy and had done a great job of getting me close to it as well. He reached over for the camera, and took several pictures before setting it down again.

He slid a finger under the thong at the small of my back, and slid the finger down the thong to the crotch, slowly pulling it aside. I had gotten the crotch very soaked already and he moaned softly when he saw how wet I was. Holding the thong to the side, he slowly and gently ate me out, licking and sucking up all of my wetness. I spread my legs a little so he would have better access to my clit. It was highly erotic, and watching it in the mirror made it even hotter. After a couple of minutes of eating me, he stopped and took several more pictures before standing up and positioning himself to enter me from behind. Holding the camera in one hand (which I later found out was taking a video), he once again pulled the thong aside with his other hand and then used the tip of his head to spread my pussy lips apart. He rubbed the head up and down between my lips to get it wet, and then slid his cock into me.

Being entered from behind by such a big cock was a new sensation to me, and I let out a gasp as he pushed further in. He pulled out, and then slid in further, causing me to moan out loud from a mix of pleasure and pain. He pulled out again, and then slid in, this time to the hilt. I breathed heavily as he held himself motionless inside of me, all the while the camera recording. There is no way to describe the look of pure pleasure on his face as I watched him in the mirror on the closet door. He then started to slowly fuck me, thrusting into me at least ten times before he pulled out.

He had me stand back up in front of the mirrors, and got behind me again, pushing his hips into me as he caressed my breasts, stomach, hips, and ass. He then slowly began to unbutton my dress, and, once done with that, he slowly pulled it off of my shoulders until it fell to the floor. I stood there, in front of the mirror, in the lingerie he had picked out, while he stayed behind me, worshiping me from my stocking-clad feet up to my hair, which he once again smelled deeply. He had me spread my legs a little, so he could again caress my thighs and pussy, as he pressed his face into my ass, his nose right up against the thong panel covering my pussy. I looked myself over in the mirror, realizing that I hadn't taken the time to really look closely at myself since Brayden was born. I had to admit, I looked better now than before I got pregnant; even though my hips had widened, that had only really accentuated my curves, and I had to admit I looked good, more sexy than I realized.

Jeff had me go back to the bed, and get back on my hands and knees. He had me shift a little bit, from time to time, as he took more pictures. Then he had me suck his cock for a little while, before he got behind me again, pulled the thong aside, and entered me. Once again it was mesmerizing to watch him, watch his face as he slid his cock in and out of me, trying to hold the camera and film while also trying to watch in the mirror. When our eyes met in the mirror it was clear to me just how much he was enjoying this. The whole experience of seeing myself all dressed in lingerie, while getting fucked by my brother, was very surreal.

He stopped and held himself inside me while he leaned over and began to untie my bustier from behind. He got it loose, and then reached underneath and slid my breasts, which were full of milk (and starting to hurt), out of the bustier. He then started to pump me again while also caressing my breasts and playing with the nipples, all the while watching in the mirror.

He then had me stand in front of the mirror again, this time with my back to it. He stood in front of me, and then had me squat down and suck his cock, while he took more pictures in the mirror. He took the bustier off of me, and then slowly took the thong off of me, leaving me only in the garter-belt and stockings.

He had me once again get back on the edge of the bed so he could fuck me doggy style again. Before he did that, he ate me out, and I was amazed at how erotic it was in that position, to watch him in the mirror as he licked and sucked me. I had a very light orgasm, which only served to turn him on more. He took a few photos of my pussy, stood up, and, holding my hip with one hand and the camera in the other, began to earnestly fuck my pussy hard from behind. It was incredible and he was hitting my g-spot over and over again as he firmly, deeply fucked me. I could feel a deeper orgasm boiling up inside of me, and I glanced over to watch him fuck me in the mirror. Watching that pushed me over the edge and I threw back my head and let out moan after moan, saying, "oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" as I came over and over again, soaked and riddled with pleasure. He never stopped fucking me, and a few moments later, he came, with a prolonged moan of pleasure as I watched his face in the mirror, twisted in erotic agony and pleasure. For the first time in my life, I actually felt a guy coming inside of me, felt the burst of heat as Jeff's cock pumped shot after shot into me. I felt at least 4 separate big bursts of heat. He held his cock inside of me, not wanting to pull out, and I shared his desire to stay connected together for as long as possible. He had me lean forward while he got the camera, and then began recording video as he slowly pulled his cock out. The head of his cock popped out with a soft, wet pop, and a second later a huge glob of come began to ooze out of my pussy. He got on his knees on the floor right behind me with the camera, and then asked me to spread my legs and push up so that my arms were fully extended. I watched in the mirror as he filmed his huge orgasm drip out of my pussy. It was bigger than what I had seen the last two days combined. It just kept dripping out of me, and had formed quite an impressive puddle on the bedspread.

He then announced it was time for some serious oral sex, starting with me sitting on his face. I smiled and shook my head as he lay down on the bed and had me straddle his face. Apparently the fact that he had just unloaded inside of me didn't bother him, because he started to eat me out quite eagerly. It felt wonderful and I let him pleasure me while I closed my eyes and threw my head back. His hands were holding onto my ass cheeks, so I decided to play with my nipples, feeling very aroused. I opened my eyes and began to play, and glanced over at myself in the mirror. There was no doubt about it... I did look good; better than I had in over a year. All that working out had paid off, sort of. I had worked so hard to entice my husband back into bed, but had failed; so a part of me was glad that at least one man, albeit my brother, appreciated my figure. I started to believe Jeff's comment that many men would want me, and let my mind drift over a list of men that I had fantasized about, off and on, for years. The carnal side of me wondered if I could actually do it, could actually have an affair with one of them... and then I remembered I had easily fallen into an affair, of sorts, with my brother just this past week. It was somewhat of a sobering thought, but I put it aside to think about it later. Right now I just wanted to focus on the pleasure.

Jeff then decided it was time to 69. I turned around and straddled his face again, and then leaned forward and began to suck his cock. It felt hot and was already getting hard again, and I have to admit that I really enjoyed licking and sucking the juices from my pussy that had thickly coated his cock. In fact, it turned me on so much that I soon felt another orgasm coming on. I stopped sucking Jeff's cock and instead watched myself in the mirror as my face contorted into a similar expression of erotic pain, one that I had seen on Jeff's face as he came inside me earlier. Jeff then had me get off of him, while he sat on the edge of the bed, his rock-hard cock pointing to the ceiling. He had me put the thong back on (such a perv, he is) and then get on my knees to suck him while he watched in the mirror and took more photos (perv!). I did my best to suck him slowly and deeply, and it must have done the trick because he got ready to come. He reminded me not to swallow until all of his load was in his mouth, and I wondered how much there could really be, considering what he had shot inside me just forty-five minutes earlier. Boy was I surprised -- once again I was amazed at the burst of heat, this time in my mouth, as his come hit the side and back of my mouth and coated my tongue. I held his head inside my mouth and stroked his cock to finish his orgasm, and did my best to keep his load from spilling out. I almost made it, but he gave one last throb, pushing a final glob of come out, causing a thick dribble of my spit and his come to spill out of the corner of my mouth and accumulate on the edge of my jaw as I let go of his cock. Jeff was staring at my open mouth, mesmerized by what he saw, and then he picked up the camera and took a couple of photos, before he softly asked me to swallow it. It wasn't exactly my favorite thing to do, but I didn't have any hang-ups about it, so I closed my mouth and swallowed twice, and then opened it back up for him to see, taking my finger and cleaning off the come on my chin and pushing it into my mouth with a smile. He was totally blown away and couldn't stop smiling.

He lay back down on the bed, and I lay down next to him. We laughed for a while and talked about the "adulterous incestuous casual sex" we had just enjoyed. Sure enough, Brayden started to cry again, and so I got up to take care of him. Before I left Jeff asked for the thong back, and so I peeled it off and threw it at him while I put a robe on.

I fed and changed Brayden, who immediately fell back asleep (nap time is awesome), and went back to check on Jeff. He was still lying on the bed, one hand wrapped around his limp cock, the crotch of my thong squarely over his nose as he breathed my scent in again and again.

"You are such a pervert."

He took the thong off of his face and said, "I know, I know. And there's one more thing I want to do, before I have to get back to work. But I'm not sure if you'll be up for it."

I laughed, and said, "After all that we've done, I'm not sure what we've left out."

"Well, we haven't... made love."

"What do you mean?"

"We've had sex, and we've fucked, but... I'm talking about like... passionate love-making."

"You want to make passionate love to your sister."

"Yes."

"Seriously."

"Yes. I want to make love to you. I want us to lie in bed together, no lingerie or cameras or bizarre positions... I want to kiss you deeply and have you kiss me in return, deeply, and to have us make love to each other."

"Wow. I thought for sure you wanted to fuck me on the kitchen counter."

"Oh, I do, I do. But, I just... if this is the end of it, for us, then... I want it to be special, you know?"

"I understand, I'm just... not sure about it."

"What are you unsure of?"

"Well, I guess, what exactly are we going to be saying, if we make passionate love? I mean, that's sort of a special thing that only true lovers do, you know?"

"I know, I understand what you're saying. But I guess I just see us as sharing a special bond too, as brother and sister, and that doesn't make us husband and wife, for sure, because while I enjoy fucking you I'd hate to be married to you..."

"Hey! Be nice! You're no prize, either, Bro!"

"I know, I know... just teasing with you... I guess what I'd like is for us to make passionate love as brother and sister, as weird as that may seem."

"Yes, that is definitely beyond weird. I will give it a try, but it might take me a little bit to get in that kind of mood. I might not be up to French-kissing my brother, ok?"

"I understand, honest, and if it doesn't work, we can go fuck on the kitchen counter or garage floor, or both."

"You are such a pervert... ok."

He smiled and got off the bed, and came and stood behind me. He started to kiss my neck and back, and caress my body, which began to get the flames of desire stirred up inside me again... but I just wasn't sure I could kiss him deeply.

His hands moved down to the garter-belt still around my waist, and he undid all four garters, and then pushed it off of my hips. He then got on his knees behind me and slowly pushed down the stockings to my ankles. I lifted my feet one by one and he slipped off each stocking. He stood up and then took my hand and led me to the bed. He pulled back the covers and got in, and beckoned to me to get in next to him. I got in and he moved his body close to mine. It felt warm and was gently arousing to me. He put his arm under my head and began to caress my body with his other hand. He looked me squarely in the eyes, and then leaned in to kiss me.

Our first few kisses were closed-mouth, just gentle, soft touches between lips. Weird, very weird, I thought. He was gently, slowly persistent, however, and soon enough I found myself responding, gradually opening my mouth for his tongue, twisting our tongues together as we kissed deeper and deeper... as lovers do. His hand had roved for a while but had finally settled on my pussy, and I found myself once again spreading my legs for him so that he could gently stroke my clit. That, combined with the kissing, got me very aroused. I could feel his cock growing hard again, and I reached out and slowly began to stroke it. We kissed deeply like that for some time, lost in each other and the pleasure we were in. He then rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I spread my legs and got on top, and we began kissing again. His hands reached up and cupped my breasts and he began to gently play with the nipples. His cock was throbbing, begging to enter into me, and I reached down and guided him in, that now familiar feeling of his thick cock filling me slowly, the initial thrusts coating his cock with my thick wetness, the early uncomfortable feeling of being split open soon replaced with pleasure, deep pleasure as he filled me with his entire length.

We kissed deeply, passionately, and freely as I rode his cock slowly. I felt the early stages of an orgasm building, but by now I earnestly wanted to prolong this sex... this... love-making... and so I did not speed up, but kept my slow, full pace as I glided up and down on his cock. A quick glance at the clock showed that I had been riding him for almost 10 full minutes, and I didn't think I could go much longer, as the storm-clouds of passion were in full force and the orgasm was already starting deep inside me. I quickened my pace and began to thrust down upon him. He reached up and embedded his fingers in my hair, holding my lips to him, making me kiss him deeply over and over even as the orgasm exploded inside my head. He let go and I arched back, my moans and cries of pleasure filling the room as his hands, on my hips, continued the thrusting of my pussy on his cock. I rode him slower as the orgasm abated. I crumpled onto his chest and just lay there, as he slowly, gently caressed my body and ran his fingers through my hair, his hard cock motionless inside me.

After a few moments of rest, he had me get off of him and lay on my back. He got between my legs, missionary style, and we started to kiss again. He slid his cock into me slowly, and then rhythmically began to slide in and out, all the while kissing me passionately. Although weak from orgasm I did my best to return his passion. Another five or six minutes passed as we kissed and made love, all the while the intensity of his thrusting increasing. He began to cry out as he got close to his orgasm, saying, "Oh Sabrina.. Sabrina... I have wanted you so badly, wanted to be inside you so badly... I love you, I love you, I love you, Sabrina... oh... let me come inside you... let me come in you... oh... I want to get you pregnant, I want to get you pregnant, Sabrina, so bad... so bad... let me get you pregnant, let me come in you and get you pregnant..." His words were so passionate and so real, and I found them to be totally bizarre yet extremely erotic, to the point that I responded with, "I love you, Jeff... oh yes... come in me... come inside me... get me pregnant... yes... I love you, I love you, oh yes... come inside me... get me pregnant..." and that was enough to push him over the edge, as he took my hips and thrust deeply, savagely inside me, his come bursting out of his cock and filling me again.

For a long time after his orgasm was over, we laid there next to each other, our legs entwined together, arms wrapped around each other. I could feel his come dripping out of me and soaking into the bed sheets. We dozed, and lost track of time. Before we knew it, it was one o'clock. I took a shower and got dressed, and heard Brayden crying again. Jeff went to go take a shower while I stripped the bed sheets and bedspread and threw them in the wash before taking care of Brayden.

I got Brayden settled just about the time Jeff came out of the bedroom, dressed in his suit and smiling from ear to ear. "Wanna see the pics and video?"I smiled and said, "Sure, you perv."

We went and sat down on the couch and began to look through the photos. "I just don't understand your fascination with my ass in a thong."

"Well, it's just about the most perfect ass I've ever seen... the thong just adds to it."

"Oh it does, does it? Well, I agree, it is in pretty good shape."

"Damn right it is... I could look at it and caress it for hours... and would love to see it in a red satin thong... or better yet, a lavender satin thong..."

"Ahem. Can we get back to the pictures?"

We looked through the shots in the order he took them, watching the video clips, which, for both of us, were very amusing, causing us to laugh quite a bit together... but to be honest, the images were also quite arousing. I understood his fascination with watching his cock slide into me, and I was truthfully amazed that my little pussy could swallow such a huge shaft. Even after the earlier sex and love-making, I was amazed that I could be aroused again, but I was... and so was he.

"So... we're done, right? I mean, no more sexual escapades with my brother Jeff?"

"I guess so." The sadness on his face was sincere.

"Geez... you'd think I just ran over your dog or something."

"Sorry... it's just... there's so many more fantasies I've had about you."

"But, sweetheart, we can't really live them all out, can we?" He liked the fact that I called him sweetheart.

"No, I guess not... I just wish you'd reconsider and not be so final. I mean, if the opportunity arises again, well..."

"I know what you're saying, but we have to be careful, Jeff. This dirty little secret of ours could destroy both of our families and cause us nothing but humiliation and shame among our family and friends. What would Mom and Dad say, if they knew?"

"Mom would probably freak... Dad would probably be proud of me. You don't even want to know what Doug would think..."

"What!" I hit him hard across the back of the head and stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"I'm just being honest... damn, you look good, Sabrina... did you have to put a skirt on?"

"You are insatiable, you know that? Don't you have to get back to the office?"

"I do, but... I never did get the quickie on the kitchen counter, you know."

"Are you serious? After all we just did in my bed, you really want a 'quickie'?"

He said nothing, but smiled his big grin.

I leaned over slightly, arched my back, and said, "All right, well, you better get it while you can..." I said it half-joking, but nevertheless I could feel myself get slightly aroused. I had to admit, I was enjoying this game with my brother... although it was a potentially dangerous game, at that.

He leaped up, and said, "Seriously?"

I just nodded and smiled. He quickly walked over and took me in his arms, kissing me deeply. I responded with my newfound passion for him, and kissed him deeply back. It felt so natural and so enjoyable to kiss him that way now, a fact that caused some me some concern later on when I thought about it more. He slipped a hand up my skirt, gripping my ass and feeling for my panties. He pulled away, looked at me, and said, "Are you wearing another thong for me?" I smiled and nodded, and he began kissing me again, his hands groping my ass and my thighs and my pussy.

He had me turn around and bend over the counter while he got behind me and lifted up my skirt. He gasped with joy as he saw a blue satin thong on me, and fumbled in his suit coat pocket for the camera. He took a few pictures in several poses, including me up on the countertop, legs spread, skirt lifted. By this point I was wet, and he was very hard. I bent back over the counter while he got his cock out, and he got behind me again, lifted up the skirt, and pulled the thong aside. He slid his cock in about halfway, took a few more pictures, and then put the camera down and started to fuck me hard and fast. He slid one hand up my shirt and began to play with my nipples. I arched my back, turned my head, and he leaned forward to passionately kiss me as he fucked me. It was actually quite erotic, the passionate ferocity of the sex, and before long he was coming deep inside me again. He finished coming and held himself inside, one hand on my hip, the other cupped around my breast, his head resting on my back.

At that moment the phone directly in front of me began to ring. Jeff didn't move as I answered the phone... and heard Greg's voice on the other end.

"Hi, sweetheart, it's me!"

"Hi, Greg!" It was all I could muster, considering the fact that I was talking to my husband on the phone while my brother's cock was still deep inside me, still oozing come into my pussy.

"Hey, I wanted to surprise you by coming home a day early, but thought I should call first to make sure you were home, because I can't find my house key... anyway I'm in a taxi right now, and will be home in about ten minutes... you're not going out, are you?"

"Nope, just hanging out at home." I tried to push Jeff away but he kept a hold of my hips, and actually began to slowly slide his semi-hard cock in and out of me.

"Ok, well, I'll see you in just a few minutes, can't wait to see Braden! Bye!"

I hung up the phone, looked back over my shoulder, and said, "Get out of me now, Jeff... Greg will be here in 10 minutes!"

The fire in my eyes had its effect and he quickly slipped out of me, sliding the thong back into place over my pussy.

"Ok, I'm out of here... thank you, Sabrina, for everything... seriously..." I could see the sincerity and gratefulness in his eyes, and so couldn't stay mad at him.

"You're welcome, you pervert. Now get out of here, fast."

I walked him to the door, and we stood there a moment longer, kissing passionately, while Jeff once more caressed my body, first over my clothes, then lifting up the skirt and feeling my pussy and ass in the thong. And then he was gone.

I had maybe one minute to compose myself, before I heard a car in the driveway, which could only be Greg's taxi. I went to the front door and opened it, and welcomed him home. I couldn't believe that I was standing in the same place, just a few minutes later, hugging and kissing my husband, while the memory of my brother's cock inside of me, his lips on my lips, his hands on my body, was still so fresh in my mind. I felt like such a slut, and, as if to emphasize the point even more, as I was kissing Greg I could feel Jeff's come slowly but surely dripped out of me, filling my thong, completely soaking the crotch.

Once Greg got settled into the house, all he wanted to do was see Brayden, so I briefly mentioned to him that I was going to hop in the shower. I went back to the master bedroom, only to be horror-stricken to see that in my haste to get the bed linens washed, I had forgotten about the stockings, garter-belt, bustier, and dress on the floor in the corner. I hurriedly picked up the lingerie and stuffed it deep into the back of my dresser drawer. I also realized I needed to hide the thong I was wearing, and so quickly peeled it off of me. It was drenched and as I pulled it away from my pussy, another glob of Jeff's come came away with it and splattered on the floor. I shoved the thong into the dresser drawer, and then, taking a tissue, squatted down to wipe up the glob of come. While I was wiping that up, another huge glob dripped out of me and onto the floor. I wiped that up too and immediately got in the shower as more dripped out of me.

Soon I had the water going and was washing myself out as much as possible. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, and began drying off. That's when I noticed Greg standing in the doorway.

"Oh! You startled me."

"Sorry... what happened to the bed?"

"What? Oh, you mean the sheets... I was... playing with Brayden and hadn't changed his diaper... it kind of leaked onto the bedspread and sheets, so I put them in the wash."

"Oh. Well, he's asleep again."

"Really? What did you do?"

"Just held him and rocked him... I was hoping he'd go to sleep, because I wanted some alone time with you... in bed." It was a smile I hadn't seen from him in a long time.

I didn't know what to say. I only hoped that there wasn't too much of Jeff's come still inside me, and for once was glad that Greg wasn't interested in eating me out. I smiled at him, and said, "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking you could suck me, then maybe ride me?" He said with a sheepish grin.

"Mmm, that sounds wonderful." Whew.

We moved to the bed and he got undressed and laid down. Flashbacks of the time spent with Jeff, getting eaten out, getting fucked from behind, in the very same bed just a couple of hours earlier, kept playing vividly in my mind. And when I held Greg's hard cock in my hand and went to suck it, I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. That thought shocked me, but I couldn't dwell on it. I took Greg's cock into my mouth and started to suck. He said, "Not too much, I'm not going to last too long."

I stopped sucking him, and smiled as I moved up to straddle him. He said, "Wow, you must be really wet, I just felt you drip on me." I looked down and was petrified to see a glob of Jeff's come that had dripped out of me and landed right at the base of Greg's cock, almost on his balls. I smiled sheepishly, and lied, saying, "I really missed you." And with that, slid onto Greg's cock. Once again I was hit with mild disappointment, that my pussy wasn't being filled with Jeff's cock, but quickly shook it off as Greg and I started to move together, his cock sliding in and out of me. He said, "You are really wet! You haven't been this wet in a long time!" I smiled, all the while thinking that I wasn't really that aroused, and that the wetness he was talking about was Jeff's come still in me. True to form, he didn't last long, and soon was coming inside of me. After a few moments I slid off of him and lay down next to him. We kissed a little, and then he fell asleep. I went and got a washcloth and soaked it in warm water, and then went back and cleaned Greg's cock off, wanting to get rid of any trace of Jeff. Greg never woke up, and I took another quick shower to clean myself out again. At least now I had an explanation for the come that was inside me. Greg couldn't know it was both his and Jeff's...The next week was a roller-coaster of emotions. Waves of intense guilt for the sex with Jeff hit me hard, very hard. I knew I could keep it a secret from Greg, but it also was tearing me up inside. I couldn't help but think that, if I was capable of so willingly hopping into bed with Jeff, what else was I capable of doing? That thought itself was very frightening, especially when I got to thinking too much about how pleasurable the sex had been, how intense the orgasms had been.

I found myself fantasizing about sexual experiences I had always wanted to try, but didn't. I kept recalling the end of my sophomore year in college, when a girlfriend of mine had asked if we could get together to experiment... and somehow it never worked out, and she didn't come back the next fall. The boyfriend my junior year who wanted to try anal sex. And always the thought of being with two men at the same time. For years I had wondered about them, even thought about trying to live them out, after I married Greg, but I figured that if it hadn't happened by now, it wasn't going to happen, so I slowly but surely said goodbye to all those fantasies. I thought they were gone forever... but they weren't.

The worst (or best, depending on how you look at it), were the erotic dreams that seemed to plague me almost every night. Flashes of a woman's legs spread wide, her pussy exposed and glistening, a well-manicured finger sliding up and down over the clit. The overwhelming feeling of being filled by a cock... from behind, from on top. My mouth opening and a wet cock sliding in, gagging me. Being eaten over and over again by a gentle, feminine tongue. And I had had the same dream again, three times now, of being with both Jeff and another man at the same time.

I was horrified with myself that I could find it so incredibly erotic. I tried hard to not think about the sex, but even found myself fantasizing about being with Jeff again, and at times felt justified for doing what I had done, and began to think I was making a bigger deal of it than it really was. All I knew was that alternating between the feelings of guilt and pleasure was exhausting.

And then, the phone rang. It was my mother, calling to remind me of the family get-together at their house for the upcoming weekend. It was marked on my calendar and only served to trigger memories and feelings, every time I saw it. I was dreading it, because I honestly wasn't sure how I would react to being around Jeff again. Would my mind recoil in disgust, even while my body got aroused? Would Jeff be able to keep it a secret, as he had assured me? I had visions of walking into Mom & Dad's house with Greg and Brayden, only to see the living room full of our family and friends watching a slide show of all the pictures and videos Jeff had taken. And what the hell was I thinking, letting him take photos? In the rush to get him out of the house before Greg got home, we hadn't had a chance to delete the ones with our faces in the photos. And even though Jeff told me they were deleted, something in his voice made me wonder.

Nevertheless, there we were on Sunday afternoon, walking into Mom & Dad's house, which was already full of family. Jeff and Denise were there, along with their kids, as well as our other brother Doug, who was recently divorced. There unfortunately weren't any aunts, uncles, or cousins to take some of the attention off of us. The knot in my stomach was the size of a volleyball and I was on guard for any signs of arousal. I had tried to wear a non-descript dress that didn't show off any of my curves. It looked frumpy but I didn't want to take any chances.

I have to say, I quickly began to admire Jeff – there was no hint, no intimation of what we had done. He was the typical Jeff, the Jeff that I knew all my life. There were no leers, no knowing looks or winks or smiles. Just Jeff. It was a huge relief and I began to relax, although my mind was occasionally throwing images of our time together up into my head, particularly of seeing myself in the mirror with Jeff behind me, eating and fucking me. I was able to focus on other things, and thankfully (strange to say), Brayden was very cranky, and so much of my time was spent keeping him amused and happy.

The intent of the party, as told by our mother around the dinner table, was to have one last get-together before they headed off to Palm Springs for eight weeks. We all groaned and gave them a hard time about being lazy golf-addicted retirees. After dinner, when I was helping Mom do the dishes in the kitchen, and she asked me to watch the house while they were gone. I didn't think anything of it, since my days were relatively free, other than caring for Brayden. But then she went into a lengthy discussion about all the indoor and outdoor plants that needed care, and finally told me that they wouldn't be taking Buddy, their golden Labrador retriever with them, and would I mind coming over once a day, in the mornings, to walk him? I tried to protest and made hints toward putting him in a kennel, but he was old and really didn't need much care, so I acquiesced.

After the dishes were done, we all sat out on the patio and watched the sun start to go down. It was at this time that Greg decided he wanted to make an announcement. "Oh no... here it comes... he found out somehow..." I thought, and felt my stomach start to knot up again, my hands starting to shake.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Sabrina, but I wanted it to be a surprise... I was selected for management, and will be promoted after I go through a two-week course in Chicago next month!"

I stared in disbelief, but then felt a huge wave of relief and jumped up to hug and kiss him. He had worked so hard for this and I was so proud of him. Everyone congratulated him, and out of the fridge in the basement my father brought up a bottle of champagne for us to celebrate with.

But something now had changed within me, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it until about an hour later as we were driving home. I was sad that Greg would be almost across the country from our home in Seattle, and that he would be gone for so long. I tried to console myself, knowing that I had Brayden to keep me company. And then the thought occurred to me that Mom and Dad would be gone soon, and so I would have that responsibility to keep me occupied while Greg was gone. Then a little voice in my head said, "Remember what happened the last time Greg was gone."

That was enough to throw me right back into the emotional roller-coaster for the remainder of the ride home. Thoughts of Jeff and I engaged in erotic sex at our parents house exploded inside my head, and I tried desperately to put the image out of my mind. This was going to be a long summer, I thought to myself.

Three days later, Denise called, and asked if she could stop by. I didn't think anything of it, as it had been a while since we'd had coffee together and I figured she wanted to gossip about the family get-together and how awful my mother's hair and cooking had been.

When she arrived, I thought I detected some nervousness in her voice and body language, but we soon were sipping coffee and indeed talking about the family get-together. She did keep crossing her legs and pulling her skirt down, something that made me wonder if this wasn't just a social visit. I got up to take our coffee cups to the sink, and she moved over to the couch, settling into a corner. I sat down in the opposite corner, and we talked a little more about the summer, about Greg's upcoming training in Chicago, and about me taking care of Mom and Dad's house. Then she got a thoughtful, anxious look on her face. She said, "Sabrina, I'd like to talk to you about something... pretty serious. I mean, it's not a bad thing, honest... but... it's something I really want to talk to you about. I'd like to think that you and I have become close, and that I can share things with you, and I know you'll keep them to yourself, despite what you may think inside."

The now-familiar stomach knot was back, and I started to get nervous. I said, "Of course, Denise. I will do my best to keep our talks confidential and I will be honest with you."

She smiled, and let out a long sigh of relief, and then said, "Thank you for that... I kind of thought you'd say that, but it means a lot to me to hear it from you, anyway."

I smiled at her, and she smiled back, despite our mutual nervousness.

"Sabrina, please don't be angry when I say this, but... Jeff told me how he helped you, a few weeks ago... with your breast milk."

My head was spinning before she even finished her sentence. I couldn't say anything and for some reason just kept staring at her, my hands shaking in my lap.

I finally said, in a very weak, unsteady voice, "What, um... did he tell you?"

She looked up and smiled, and said, "He told me everything, to be honest."

"Like... what do you mean, everything?" I was beyond confused and disoriented at this point.

"Sabrina, please know that I'm not angry at all – at all. In fact I'm actually very happy that it happened."

"What?" I said it out loud, but wasn't sure if I was saying it to myself or to Denise.

"I said, I'm glad that you and Jeff had some intimacy, honestly. I think it's great."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what to say."

"I think I caught you off-guard, so maybe I can explain why I'm ok with it, maybe that will give you some time to compose your thoughts?"

I weakly nodded. She said, "Right before Jeff and I got married, we had a long series of discussions, which mainly centered around sex. We talked about sexual fantasies we wanted to live out, as well as people we wanted to have sex with, whether it was possible or not. We both came to the agreement that, if an opportunity ever came about for one of us to expand our sexual horizons, we should be free to take it, without any condemnation from the other."

"I'm not sure what that means."

"It means that, while we loved each other very much, and were intent on getting married, we also wanted a certain amount of freedom to have sexual experiences with other people, besides just each other."

"You mean you were swingers."

"No. We definitely weren't interested in that."

"So... what, then? I don't understand."

"Ok... well, hopefully this won't upset you more, but... you know that Doug and I dated for a while, before I started to date Jeff, right?"

"I think so... I was what... 13 or 14 when you guys went out?"

"That sounds about right. We dated for almost 9 months. Anyway... when Jeff and I were having our discussions about our sex lives before we got married, we talked a lot about Doug, and my desire to still be with him... from time to time."

"Wait... let me get this straight... you were in love with Jeff... were going to marry him... but also wanted to continue to have sex with Doug?"

She nodded and softly said, "Yes, that's right."

"So... you have been sleeping with both of them... for... how long?"

"I guess it would be for over 16 years."

I blurted out, "I don't know what to say, Denise... I don't know if I believe you... I'm not sure if I want to believe you... how often do you get together with him? Jeff is ok with all of this?"

A million thoughts raced through my head. I just couldn't believe what prim and proper Denise was telling me.

"We get together once a month, more or less... and yes, Jeff is ok with all of this, and... sometimes he joins us."

If I ever could be more stunned by what she said, I certainly was now. I half-whispered, "You said Jeff... sometimes joins you and Doug?"

She didn't say anything, but nodded.

"I don't know what to say, Denise."

"I know it's a lot to digest, Sabrina, and I sincerely hope I haven't ruined our friendship and the trust that we share."

"It is a lot to think about, that's for sure... wow." We sat in silence for a little while.

"So, the reason that I'm glad that you and Jeff were able to be intimate, was because when we were having our discussions about our sex lives, one of the people he listed as wanting to have sex with, was you."

In a weird way, I knew that this made sense, based on how Jeff had thanked me sincerely for our time together. I nodded, and said, "That makes sense, sort of."

We sat for a few more minutes in silence, and then I said, "So... what all did Jeff tell you, about our time together."

"Quite a bit, actually."

My curiosity was peaked, and I said, "Like, what?"

She laughed, and said, "Well, for one thing, he's totally infatuated with your ass."

I laughed at that. Denise continued, "And, he said that getting to eat you was a dream come true... that you tasted sweet, and fresh... and that your pussy was perfect for eating, as well as for fucking."

I blushed, and said, "I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

"And, he said you were amazed at how much come he produced... to this day I'm still amazed at his, volume, so to speak."

"No kidding... he's quite the gusher."

Her voice softened when she said, "And... the best part of it, for him, was when you two made passionate love together. More than anything else, that will be what he remembers best."

"It was very erotic... and passionate... and I'm still not certain I should feel that way about him, about my brother."

"Oh, I think it's a good thing, to be honest."

"And you're not jealous, at all?"

"Nope, not jealous... well, maybe a little jealous when he told me how tight you were, and when I saw the pictures and video."

"WHAT?!?! He showed you the pictures and video?"

"Sabrina, please don't be upset, please. He did show us the pictures, and the video. He was just so exhilarated from the whole experience, and needed to share what had happened. And it would have been impossible to understand what you and he had done, if we hadn't had the pictures and video to illustrate it all."

I was so angry that I didn't catch it initially, but after a few minutes of calming down, I said, "He showed you the pictures... but then you said he showed 'us' the pictures. Who, exactly, is 'us'?"

She could tell I was still upset, but looked me in the eyes, and said, after swallowing hard, "Jeff showed both me and Doug the pictures and video."

He showed Doug. I couldn't believe it. Now my other brother knew what a whore I was, not to mention my sister-in-law. "Great. That's just great. Who else did you show the pictures to? Are they out on the internet for the whole world to see? Maybe print them out in eight by ten glossies and give them to Mom and Dad as a Christmas present?"

Denise looked down at the floor, and said very quietly, "Nobody else saw them, Sabrina. And nobody else will ever see them. After we looked at them, we burned the digital camera card. The pictures are gone for good."

I started to calm down, but was still angry enough to remark sarcastically, "Wow, what a relief. Jeff told me nobody would ever see the pictures. How am I supposed to believe you?"

"I'm not trying to excuse away what Jeff did, Sabrina, but you have to look at it from his perspective, too – he finally, after years and years, was able to live out his wildest fantasy of all time. If that happened to you, do you really think you could have kept it a secret? Especially from those closest to you?"

She had a point. I didn't say anything, didn't want to say anything, but I knew she was right. I apologized again, saying, "I'm sorry. This is just a lot to take in. I've been so worried that someone might find out, and then we'd be ruined. And the fact that I so quickly jumped into an adulterous affair with my brother has really made me question my loyalty to Greg. What kind of woman does that sort of thing? And how can you do that sort of thing, with both of them?"

"It does take some adjustments, but over time I have come to the perspective that sex between two people is really a bond of love. I'm not talking about casual sex, where you don't even know the other person. I'm talking about sharing a level of intimacy with someone you love and trust, from the inside out. That perspective has given me the freedom to also explore my sexuality. And if you ask me, it has been worth it, every single moment. You shared a wonderful intimacy with Jeff, and there is no shame in that. And, to be honest with you, Sabrina, based on the pictures, and videos, and what Jeff told me about your time together, it seems like you were more than a willing partner. I think you needed that intimacy, and Jeff was the perfect man to give it to you – loving, trusting, sincere, not some jerk off the internet you've never met and don't know. Please forgive me – I'm not trying to preach, honest. But I just want to share with you my perspective, to help you work through the feelings you're going through."

I smiled weakly and said, "Thanks... I know you're trying to help, and I appreciate your honesty, really."

We sat in silence for a few more moments, and then I said, "So... why did you feel so strongly about wanting to tell me all this?"

"Well, Jeff asked me to broach the subject with you, about the possibility of getting together with him, again, when Greg goes to Chicago for training. To be honest, he has some fantasies involving you and him, at your parents' house."

I laughed out loud, and said, "What a pervert... totally insatiable."

"You can say that again."

"So he wants more, does he... I just don't know, Denise. A little part of me still thinks it's wrong... but what you just said a little while ago makes a lot of sense. I need to think about it. I need some time to sort it out. There is a part of me, though, that is screaming yes... I hate to say it, but... wow was the sex great. I mean like really great. Like the best I've ever had."

"Really? That's what Jeff said too!"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! He said that it was apparent to him that Greg wasn't taking care of your needs... and he was glad to assist you in your time of agony."

"What a pervert... man, I thought my breasts would explode, it was so painful."

"I know what you mean, but it sounds like your engorgement was much worse than mine."

"It was really bad. I suppose I should be eternally thankful that Jeff was so willing."

We laughed, and then Denise said, "So was Jeff right, about yours and Gregs' sex life not being so good?"

"Yep... he was right on the money. Greg and I were pretty hot for each other, but once I got pregnant, well... the fire just kind of went out. I did my best to get back into shape, and, to be honest, I'm pretty proud of how fast I got back into my non-maternity clothes... but Greg said that watching me give birth, and breast-feed, was somewhat disgusting to watch. And so... the sex life is still lagging. And I don't see any signs of revival."

"That is too bad. Jeff and I did it up until the ninth month, for all our kids, and we were right back at it as soon as the doctor cleared me. And, thanks for reminding me... I meant to say something to you at the get-together, but... you do look absolutely fabulous... I don't blame Jeff and Doug for wanting you so badly, especially after seeing you in that lingerie. That thong of yours was delicious."

She smiled at me, and I wasn't sure what she meant by what she had just said. "What do you mean?"

"Well, without being too forward, let me just say that I very much enjoyed your scent and your flavor from the thong."

I gasped and said, "Denise! Are you kidding me?"

She smiled and said, "Absolutely not."

"Oh wow... I think my head is going to explode..." Despite my best efforts, I knew full well that I had become fully aroused over the course of this conversation.

She just smiled, and then said, "I hate to say this, but I have to get going – have to pick up the kids from a friends house."

"Well, thank you for telling me all this. I really am feeling much better about this, honest. It's nice to be able to talk about it, to get it off my chest."