Recently I started to worry that I might not be sexually adventurous enough for my husband. The other day he mentioned role play and asked me if I had any fantasies. I told him he already knew that I got turned on wearing stockings and suspenders, and also when I put on one of my very skimpy bikinis.
He looked slightly embarrassed, as he said “no not like that, I mean would you want to act anything out that you couldn’t do for real, you know because it was immoral or dodgy. Do you fantasise about anything you can’t do for real?”
Caught out by his unexpected question, I got embarrassed and afraid to admit anything. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He quickly dropped the subject.
It left me worried that he wanted to spring something weird on me. I had some vision of finding him in a gimp suit or telling me he was a transvestite. I knew I was being irrational and overreacting. I do feel inhibited at times. I blame my repressive childhood for that.
We have always had great sex; we both have good bodies and an enthusiasm for trying lots of positions. He has never been unfaithful and that’s not me being naïve. He is a very serious martial artist and almost fanatical about loyalty and honour. He has always said that if he had a problem in the marriage I would be the first to hear of it; not the last. He can’t stand people who have affairs behind their partner’s backs.
So I felt confident nothing was happening behind my back, but clearly he had something he wanted to talk about and next time it came up I decided I would be ready to talk about it.
I also felt confident in his fidelity because he never stops telling me how incredibly attractive I am. He is not much of an actor and I don’t think he would do it quite so much if he didn’t mean it. Only the other day he was telling me how he could worship at the altar of my pert bottom. That’s hardly the talk of someone who is getting bored of me. In my late teens I found it hard to believe that I was good looking. My family was a bit dysfunctional and both parents and my brother were very negative about my appearance. As ridiculous as it turned out to be; it left me with serious body confidence issues.
As I got older, those who knew me told me that was outrageous. One college friend told me everyone we knew either fancied me or envied my body. As it turned out, she did both, but that’s another story. Albeit one that would persuade you that I’m not exactly a prude. In the face of their comments and a lot of general admiring attention I gradually came to realise that it was all in my head.
Nowadays I am a lot better and when I see myself in the mirror I can appreciate that I look pretty hot in nice underwear or completely naked. I have a very slim petite build, slim waist, flat stomach, pert D cup breasts and a firm shapely bum.
A few years ago my husband persuaded me to completely shave my pussy, and even though I told myself I was doing it for him, I found it quite a turn on.
As soon as I was shaven, I quickly saw the benefits. He started going down on me a lot more often and it was very arousing to see his tongue working on my bare pussy with the view unobstructed. Also when he penetrated me I really enjoyed seeing his hard shaft sliding in and out of my naked hole.
So I did things like shaving myself for him, and also wearing clothes I knew he liked and of course plenty of skimpy underwear. In the summer I wore tiny skirts or very low cut jeans which he really enjoyed. On the occasions when we went out for the evening I dressed up in sexy clingy dresses for him. Sometimes with absolutely no underwear and other times with the tops of my stockings showing because my dress was so short. All of these things pleased him greatly and usually led to great sex.
In the end the subject didn’t quite come up the way I expected it to. I have always had a volatile relationship with my dysfunctional family, my older brother especially. Over the years there have been arguments and occasional periods of estrangement.
Whenever these things came up, my husband was always a supportive partner and a very good person to talk to. When I first met him I told him I was damaged goods and all credit to him he turned out to be the best counsellor I could have had. Over the years his understanding of psychology and generally good common sense has really helped me deal with my own issues.
After one particular fracas, we were discussing why my brother treats me the way he does. He is three years older and has always been negative towards me. I was telling my husband about how he had always put me down when we were younger, especially making my life difficult when I hit my late teens. He would complain to my parents that I dressed like a tart and too old for my age. He would get angry and tell me to cover myself up if I was wearing something even slightly revealing. I never understood why it bothered him so much; what was it to him what I did? I didn’t interfere in his life.
My husband pointed out that it can be very difficult for a teenage male to see his sister blossoming into an attractive female. It tears their feelings because on the one hand you’re their sister and they shouldn’t have any thoughts about you, but on the other hand they see a female body that is attractive.
My husband suggested that my brother saw me blossoming physically and wearing sexier clothes and underwear. At that age he didn’t know how to reconcile the sexual feelings that it all aroused with the fact I was his sister.
In the years since then he suggested my brother hadn’t been able to shake off his sexual thoughts about me. He had noticed that my brother often watched me in a furtive manner.
My husband seemed to know a lot about this and it occurred to me that he has a younger sister himself. I asked him if this was something that had happened to him too, and he told me it was only natural that he did, but it was only in his head, he had never done anything immoral”.
I felt very uncomfortable with the conversation as well as the whole subject that we were getting into. So again I changed the subject.
It wasn’t until the next day when I was on my own at home that I got time to reflect on it. I work from home so when the kids are at school and my husband at work I have the place to myself.
The first time I got a quiet moment after that conversation to reflect on it I realised I felt quite shocked. What my husband was talking about was incest. Surely that was a terrible thing and I worried that there must be something terribly wrong with both my husband and my brother’s morals.
And yet I felt naïve that it had never occurred to me before. In my late teens I got a fair amount of male attention and, truth be told, some female attention too. Despite my confidence issues, I wasn’t so thick that I didn’t notice it. But now I was feeling slightly stupid that I never once spotted it from my brother.
As I reflected on the past, incidents sprang to mind that now had a new light on them. Now that I was aware of my brother’s possible sexual thoughts about me, many things started to make immediate sense.
Things like; my knickers would go missing and turn up on the floor in his room. At the time I just guessed it had fallen out of Mum’s laundry basket as she went collecting dirty clothes around the house.
There had been times when I had been masturbating in my room and would stop, thinking I heard a noise at the door. My worry had been my parents walking in on me. It never occurred to me my brother might be listening or even looking. Our interior doors had large old fashioned keyholes in them. Had he spied on me though them?
As I thought of these issues, I found myself torn between moral outrage and another more surprising feeling.
I was feeling turned on.
I thought about one summer when I was about 16. I had been sunbathing in our secluded garden in a bikini while my parents were at work and my brother was out with friends. Being sixteen and in a particularly small bikini in the warm sunshine I had been feeling a little bit sexy. With no one around I had started stroking myself, imagining how sexy I might look and fantasising that some hunk would be finding me attractive.
I had pushed the string ties on my hips as low as I could so the tiny triangle at the front all but disappeared, with the top of it only just covering the top of my clit. My shaven mound was completely uncovered and looked slightly paler than the skin just above it. I imagined the sight I was making for that imaginary onlooker.
I started to lightly touch my breasts and my pussy though the fabric of my bikini. Sliding the tips of my fingers against the crease of the fabric where it covered my pussy. The edges of my labia tingled at the sensation of the nylon against them.
I was also teasing my visibly erect nipples through the bikini top, circling my nails around the areola before pulling the inner edges of the triangles to the sides to uncover my breasts completely. The feeling of exposing my sweet young breasts for the first time heightened my arousal.
My other hand slid back down the smooth skin of my belly and pubic mound and back onto my barely covered virgin pussy. I stroked my now hard little clit through the thin nylon fabric.
These touches got gradually fuller on before I couldn’t resist any longer and pulled my bikini to one side so I could expose my now wet lips to the air. My finger tips were by now a blur as I masturbated like crazy until I had a series of very powerful orgasms.
As I lay there gradually coming back to myself, slowly writhing in my post orgasmic bliss, I remember getting a brief shock thinking something had moved at my brother’s bedroom window. I quickly got my bikini back into place and lay there feeling terror that I might have been seen.
However I was quickly relieved when I heard the front door slam and my brother’s voice shouting “I’m home”. At the time in my naiveté I had thought; thank god for that, how close had I been to being caught. Only now did it occur to me that he could have spied on me that day and then faked his noisy arrival.
I was feeling terrifically torn. On the one hand thinking of my brother looking at me that way was shocking and just, well just wrong. Yet despite all that, why was thinking about it making me feel terrifically turned on?
I felt upset at what he had done and almost as upset that this had left me feeling aroused too. Also thinking about my husband’s admission that he had sexual thoughts about his sister should have left me feeling outrage at his immoral behaviour. But it didn’t, it also made me feel horny.
What was the world coming to? Here I was feeling an urgent need to do something for quite inappropriate reasons.
I lay on the spare bed and slowly undid the short zipper on my low cut jeans and pushed them down my shapely thighs. My need was stronger than the upset. I took off my top and lay back on the bed in my lacy bra and tiny thong. Lightly I circled a finger over the tiny see through triangle of nylon where my clit was hidden beneath. Feeling the texture of the gauzy material against my sensitive button was making it throb like crazy. This increased as it got harder and lifted from its little hood.
I slid the thong down until it joined my jeans bunched around my knees. I rested the palm of my hand on my smooth mound and let my fingertips rest on my already moist pussy, lightly fingering my throbbing slit. I worked my jeans and knickers further down to my ankles, by moving my legs, so I could part my legs at the knee and started to run my fingers along my flowering sex.
My labia tingled as I stroked the engorged flesh. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so wet. Gradually my fingering increased in energy until quite soon I was feverishly rubbing my firm clit and grinding my hips upward to meet my hand.
As I did this in my mind’s eye I was being watched by my brother who stood at the foot of the bed. Not only was he watching, but he had an intense look on his face. I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and opened them exposing some tight briefs stretched over something rigid; rigid for me.
As I watched, his fingertips lightly stroked along the cotton encased shaft then moved up to the waistband. They lingered there for a second then slid inside to grasp his hard cock and simultaneously push the briefs down at the front with the back of his hand. Now he stood stroking himself with his pants and jeans around his thighs; masturbating as he watched me do the same.
My hips were rising off the bed as I vigorously stroked myself in the throes of my huge arousal. I briefly stopped to free my breasts from the half cups of my skimpy bra. While one hand went back to my red hot pussy the other cupped my firm breasts and fingered and rolled my erect nipples.
In my mind’s eye I could see my tall blond brother stroking his large erection and aiming it at me as he came. I saw him shooting over me and at the thought of it I climaxed powerfully. My belly was convulsing with the power of the orgasms. For long moments I couldn’t stop grinding my hips upwards into my hand.
I lay there panting my fingers just lightly touching my tingly wet pussy. A feeling of horror started to return. What had I become? Was I some kind of perverted weirdo to get off on that? Was it ok if it was only in my mind? Did that make it alright? The feelings were just too good to turn my back on. I didn’t believe in God, so if no one knew who did it harm? Who could judge if it was my secret fantasy? It didn’t do any harm at all to have this fantasy I decided.
I lay on the bed and wondered what my brother actually looked like naked. He wasn’t especially good looking. We were chalk and cheese as siblings. Where I was a petite brunette, he was a tall blond guy with quite a lean frame. I had seen him changing once as a teenager so had a memory of a fairly large penis surrounded by a halo of blond hair. At the time it had been hanging flaccid, but I could imagine at full mast it must be quite large.
Just thinking this I realised I was stroking my pussy more vigorously again and it didn’t take very long before I came again. I dressed and decided I better try to put this out of my mind for a while.
Whatever I did though, it wouldn’t leave my mind. Whenever I had a moment on my own I found myself imagining him spying on me. In the shower in particular I fantasised that I was back in the family home all those years ago and he was watching my naked form though a spy hole.
Sure enough I would be frigging like mad until I came. I also found myself wondering about my husband’s thoughts on his sister. Call it double standards but I found myself worrying if he still ever had such thoughts about his sister.
On one occasion we were coiled together naked after sex and my husband got to talking about our fantasies again. Or should I say he was trying to prise some out of me. I still didn’t feel too confident about saying anything that I might come to regret. My new, and very taboo, fantasy lurked at the back of my mind. One half of me wanted to mention it and the other was terrified of his probable reaction.
We were lying side by side casually stroking each other’s naked bodies when he asked me if I had ever fantasised about things that I wouldn’t necessarily want to do, or even that might be morally wrong.
He asked these questions carefully; probably worried I would get defensive again. Maybe he feared I would turn the tables and say something like “Why? What immoral thing have you been fantasising about?”
However at this moment I was feeling quite relaxed and had that chilled feeling you get when you have just had quite a few powerful orgasms.
My husband really did do a good job on that front, and particularly couldn’t seem to get enough of going down on me. He usually gave me a few orgasms with his mouth before he even started penetrating me. He liked to start with me as I lay on my back. He would eat me so sensuously and with such hunger that it didn’t take me long to hit my first orgasm. Then, my favourite, he would lie on his back and get me to ride his face holding onto the head board, this one never failed to be explosive for me.
If that wasn’t enough he usually had the stamina, once he finally gave in to my demands to put his lovely cock inside me, to give me many more orgasms in various positions. Only when I thought I could take no more would he finally have his own powerful release.
On this night in particular he had surpassed himself and I was in a daze. I lost all track of how many times I orgasmed as they merged into one almost continual high. So when he asked me if I had ever fantasised about doing anything immoral, on this occasion, my defences were pretty low.
I idly stroked his softening cock as I said “maybe”. He perked up at that, not expecting such a reply. It was what he had hoped for, but didn’t really expect.
He elaborated and said “it is ok for people to have fantasies that would be illegal or immoral in real life. It doesn’t do any harm if people get off to them in the privacy of their own mind. Apparently many ladies have rape fantasies, but they wouldn’t really want to be raped. If you wanted to share any private fantasies with me I promise I wouldn’t judge you. It might even be nice if we can share them”.
I was still feeling horny and as he talked my mind went back to my most recent fantasy. My nipples became more erect and as my husband’s hand idly stroked over them he noticed. I knew this because I felt a new pulse run through his cock which I was holding.
We looked at each other and he raised his eyebrows in expectation “you do, don’t you” he said. He sounded excited. “Please tell me”
I looked at him I could feel his shaft pulsing more now.
“If I tell you something like that, you mustn’t judge me” I said.
He shook his head silently, possibly not speaking in case it broke the spell.
“But before I tell you, let me ask you a question.” He nodded slowly.
I waited for full effect then looked deep into his eyes, my hand still on his semi erect shaft.
“Do you ever fantasise about your sister?”
For a moment I saw the shock on his face. I could see he was torn. If he said yes, I might spurn him forever for being a pervert, but if he said no then he might not get to hear my fantasy. I saw it dawn on him that my question might be connected to what I had to tell him.
I felt his cock rapidly becoming harder in my hand. He looked at me like he was about to admit to a serious crime and his voice was almost a croak as he said “I do”. For a moment we just looked at each other, he started to relax as he realised I wasn’t shocked and that I still held his, by now, rigid cock.
I slowly stroked him as I started to relate to him how his ideas about my brother had awakened my thoughts and had started my recent fantasies involving being watched by my brother. As I talked he started fingering my pussy. We mutually masturbated as I told him my incestuous fantasies and he told me his.
His were far in advance of mine. He told me he had masturbated over fantasies of having sex with his sister pretty much since they hit puberty. The naughtiness of it seemed to fuel his arousal and as he told me this I knew it felt the same for me.
The whole area was so taboo, so wrong, but that only seemed to make it all the more vivid. Also it made me even surer that my own brother really had been fantasising about me continuously since I hit puberty.
We were clearly both feeling pretty horny from the combination of touching each other whilst talking about our own siblings. Talking about sex with my brother while my husband slid his fingers against my pussy felt so kinky, and I think the reverse was true for my husband. We both came pretty much together.
Feeling my husband’s hot sperm start shooting over my hand made me start to come at his expert movement on my clit. Once we had recovered a little my husband suggested a way we could act out a role play together, if I was up for it.
And so it came to be, a few nights later that I lay in bed in the pitch dark wearing my skimpiest underwear. I lay there, alone in the house, apart from my brother who was staying in our spare bedroom for the night. My husband had been working away from home for a few nights and was due back in the morning.
The room was pitch black, our black out curtains stopping every trace of light from entering the room. I was restricted to my other senses.
Sound: I heard the door open and the floor creak quietly as someone approached.
Smell; I smelt an unfamiliar male smell with a hint of aftershave, very unlike my husband’s.
Touch; I felt the bed move as someone got in on the other side.
Then there was nothing; only silence.
I lay there alert, waiting. Gradually I realised I could hear his breathing resume; it sounded fast and excited, but like he was trying to be as quiet as possible. I guessed he had been holding his breath after first climbing into the bed. I could imagine his fear of being discovered if I awoke. His presence could not be explained easily.
Then I felt it; a furtive hand briefly touched my bare side under the covers and then pulled back. The interloper waited to see if I roused from my deep sleep.
My breathing remained unchanged, my apparent slumber undisturbed. The effects of the imaginary sleeping pills added to my drink before bedtime had done their work.
The uninvited invader could do what he wanted with no fear of discovery. A further test was required to be sure. The hand returned, but this time slid up my side and rested on my belly. The palm and finger tips warm against my bare skin. After a while the hand moved slightly circling my belly, partly making sure of my unconsciousness and partly starting to enjoy itself.
As the hand made slow sensuous movements, I sighed as if the movement was inspiring a sexy dream in my sleeping mind. The hand slowly glided up over my rib cage and up over the thin lace surface of my low cut bra. The hand slowly circled one breast, feeling the body respond autonomously, as the nipple beneath became erect and pushed against the delicate fabric of the bra.
The fingertips came together to make a smaller circle around the nipple itself, bringing it to full hardness. The hand then slowly moved across to the other breast and did the same there. With increasing boldness the hand moved to the upper edge of the half cup and slipped inside. The feel of the rough hand against my naked breast caused me to whimper, as if being mirrored in my own dream. The thin lace half cups were gently pushed down leaving them rumpled underneath my now bare breasts.
The hand returned to stimulate one breast while I felt a warm wet mouth enclose the other. The arousal generated by the touch of this invader in my bed was causing my body to respond further. Lying defenceless to the touch and desires of this interloper was making me feel incredibly sexy.
Abruptly the attention to my sensitive breasts ceased and the weight on the bed moved away from me. I listened as I heard the sound of clothing being removed. The weight on the bed shifted again and this time the other body came closer to my own. I felt a naked body against my side and realised something warm and very rigid was now pressed against my hip. One of the hands found mine and moved it down to the waiting hardness. My hand was pressed against the hard shaft and wrapped around it by the larger hand.
I heard his breathing get heavier as he started to move my hand up and down his pulsing cock. Feeling my bare flesh wrapped around his naked erection was clearly enflaming him. As he moved my hand against him I could feel it throbbing hard.
The hand withdrew and the invader leant over me trapping my hand in position with his bodyweight while he returned to stimulating my breasts with hand and mouth. As this continued, my hips started to move of their own volition trying to bring some kind of relief for the heat growing between my legs.
As the interloper detected my movement, a hand slowly started to slide down my belly. My breathing was becoming more ragged as if the dream was getting steamier. The hand continued slowly until it reached my grinding pelvic region.
As it inched its way closer to the top edge of my tiny sheer thong my unconscious desire for that hand to reach its destination caused my movement to increase, my hips rising off the bed trying to bring forward its arrival.
The fingertips arrived at the edge of the flimsy piece of fabric and then worked themselves underneath. For a moment they lingered on my shaven mound, as the explorer savoured this new discovery, just an inch away from my now throbbing wet pussy.
Being at the mercy of someone who shouldn’t even be doing this had got me red hot. All the while the mouth had not ceased its work on my breasts. And my hand was still wrapped around his big throbbing shaft, pinned there by the weight of his body against mine.
Finally the hand continued south to meet the rise of my hips and at last I felt his unfamiliar touch against my already wet and tingling pussy. His fingertips stroked over the hard bud of my aroused clit and down into the warm valley below. Slowly those fingers insinuated themselves between my moist lips as they opened to his touch. I moaned quite loudly as I felt a finger start to burrow deeper between them until it was fully inside of me. I rotated against this finger, enjoying being entered by him as his thumb moved up and down on my clit.
Slowly the hand withdrew as did the mouth from my tingling breasts. The body shifted and I felt the duvet being thrown back completely. The room was only slightly cooler than under the duvet and warm enough to be comfortable. The visitor reached for something from the bedside. I felt something being slid over my head and then there was a gentle pressure against my eyelids of an eye mask.
I didn’t even have to wonder why. I heard the snapping noise as the room light went on. A tiny amount of light bled through from the edges, but not enough to have woken me.
For a moment the uninvited guest waited, probably making sure the light wouldn’t wake me as well as savouring his new view. I felt so vulnerable; unconscious, exposed and blindfolded while he got to take in all he wanted. How long had he fantasised about me like this? Had he imagined how I might look half undressed or what kind of sexy underwear I might wear?
I tried to imagine what his view must be, seeing such forbidden fruit lying at his disposal, covered only by a tiny translucent thong and matching half cup bra. The cups of which had been pushed down to leave my heaving breasts bare and my erect nipples so completely exposed.
The wait went on for ages as he enjoyed his view, this only heightened my arousal, knowing I was there to be plundered at his will.
I felt movement again. He was now kneeling beside me and I felt his quivering hands as they gripped either side of my thong and slowly pulled it down enough to leave my shaven pussy exposed. The hands retreated and I heard a moan and felt the bed moving as my silent assailant clearly was stroking himself for a moment. Then the hands returned to slide the tiny scrap of material down my smooth legs and off.
His hands returned slowly sliding up my legs toward my eagerly waiting pussy. I moaned again with expectation, but this time his hands went either side and then up my belly. Both hands went under my nearest shoulder as he gently lifted me and undid my bra strap. He pulled this off me and now I was completely naked for his delectation.
For several moments there was silence as nothing happened. I felt a subtle movement through the bed and knew he was stroking himself again. The thought of the two of us being on a bed together and with not a stitch of clothing on save for my eye mask was making me feel incredibly turned on.
The thought of being apparently unconscious and totally vulnerable only added to it. Again his quivering hands reached out and caressed my bare breasts. He would have been able to see very clearly from my erect nipples that my arousal was increasing again. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing erection. This time I let my hand continue to grip it as he took his own hand away. Maybe he would think that was consistent with what I was dreaming about.
Then I felt one of his hands return to my belly and then snake down to my, by now, wet pussy. Slowly he worked a finger inside my tight snatch and then proceeded to move it until I moistened further and he then slid in a second. As he worked them inside I felt his thumb find my engorged clit and expertly start rubbing that.
As he worked his hand on me he also gently started to move his hips and pump his rigid cock back and forth through my hand. My own hips started to grind against his hand of their own volition. I could only hope he thought his actions were triggering some kind of naughty dream in my mind, and that he didn’t realise I was completely awake.
In addition I was finding the whole one sidedness of him seeing my naked body completely, while I could see nothing as a big turn on. I felt his hands move to the inside of my thighs as he parted them further, making my now glistening wet snatch even more accessible. He removed my hand from his frantically pulsing cock and I felt the bed move as he shifted his position. I lay there feeling horny and exposed, wondering what he would do next.
I had my answer when I felt his warm breath only inches away from my tingling snatch. Slowly it increased and then I let out an involuntary gasp as his tongue suddenly made electric contact with my swollen labia. He stroked it along them before plunging it deep inside me. He was doing this from the same angle as if we had been in the 69 position so I could feel his nose pressed firmly between my legs and his chin rested on my clit. He took my hand again and wrapped it around his rigid shaft. It was more of an awkward angle now as he knelt beside my shoulders so my arm now was bent upwards.
For a while he concentrated on fucking me with his tongue, pushing it as deep as he could and moving it all around. His chin was rubbing against my hard little clit. Then he moved his tongue out and upwards bringing it to where his chin had just been. He started to lap at my raised bud creating powerful feelings in my erect clit.
My hips started to gyrate around his face and I quickly started to have my first orgasm. I whimpered and let out little high pitched yelps as the pulses of the orgasm went through me.
He decided to take a chance and moved his knees so that he was astride of my head. He let the engorged head of his cock touch gently against my already open mouth. With the hand I still had wrapped around his shaft I pulled him down and eagerly took half his length into my welcoming mouth. My tongue made frantic little movements over the sensitive under side of the head. My hand sped up so that I was stroking him feverishly into my mouth. I felt his hips start to make their own involuntary dance. I licked a finger on my free hand before snaking it around to his bum hole. I pressed the wet finger against his quivering ring. He moaned at the feel of it and pushed back against it while plunging his tongue deep into me again at the same time.
I increased the pressure and worked it past the initial resistance until it was buried up to the top knuckle. His hip circled so that he alternated pushing against my finger and then pushing his throbbing manhood into my tight fist and willing mouth. My hand was almost a blur as I stroked him into my wet mouth. His movements were becoming stronger and more erratic as he was nearing his orgasm. Suddenly he was pumping hard into me as he started to shoot into my mouth. I swallowed it all as convulsion followed convulsion.
Meanwhile he had ceased licking my hard little clit as his own orgasm had made it impossible for him to continue attending to my pussy. Now as he withdrew his spent member from my mouth he moved back to the side of my prone form and resumed with my tongue lashing.
He now moved his whole head from side to side as he increased the pressure of his tongue on the tiny erection of my hard clit. As he did this he inserted two fingers inside me again and started to move them in and out of me hard and fast. I moved both hands to my breasts and started to finger my nipples and pinch them quite hard. Almost immediately my hips were bucking and I was cumming furiously against his hand. Convulsions shook my whole body gradually subsiding and leaving my whole body quivering with the after effects of such powerful orgasms.
The mouth withdrew leaving a hand gently cupped against the entirety of my ultra-sensitive pussy. Holding, but not moving. This simple contact magnified into quite a delightful feeling.
For long moments the hand remained while the other roamed my naked body. It touched everywhere lightly, ceaselessly moving. I tingled at the light contact and at the thought that he was again enjoying the one way viewing pleasure.
He took hold of my hand and wrapped it back around his cock. I was surprised to feel it was already semi rigid again. I felt aroused knowing that the sight of me was inspiring him so.
My nakedness already plundered, but still exciting him. He held my hand against him and moved it slowly, using me to stroke himself. It wasn’t long before it was back to its full pulsing glory.
I felt desperate to feel him fill me up. He must have felt the same as he knelt between my thighs.
I felt him press the head against the slickness of my pussy opening. Gradually he entered me, inch by inch. It felt so tight but as I was already so wet it slid in smoothly.
Once he was embedded to the hilt I could feel his pelvis hard against mine and his tight balls rested against my perineum. He moved his arms under my legs and lifted them up so that my ankles rested on his shoulders. I could feel his hip bones digging into my buttocks. He lingered in this position enjoying the deep penetration this gave, before slowly starting to withdraw. When he was almost all out he slid home again in one fast movement.
Involuntarily I moaned at the pleasurable impact. He continued building up speed until he was pistoning me into me hard and fast. The sensations built into an orgasm very fast but he just kept going and so one followed another. I was making high pitched whimpering noises every time he pushed it back in and couldn’t keep my hands from furiously mauling my super sensitive breasts.
At this point my legs were either side of my head and his hands either side of me holding himself above as he pinned me to the bed. I could hear a moan deep in his throat building as his movements became more frantic. Suddenly he pushed himself as deep as he could possibly get and held it there. He was groaning as I felt pulse after pulse shooting deep inside me. My pussy was still in a near orgasmic state and the feeling of his sent me over the edge, yet again.
As orgasm after orgasm washed over me the muscles of my pussy wall milked his length deep inside me.
I was so light headed that everything became a little faint for a minute or two. As I lay there semi-conscious the interloper withdrew from the bed and the room went silent. I lay naked and senseless in the artificial darkness of the face mask.
For a time I was very nearly as senseless as I had been pretending to be. As I gathered my thoughts I removed the facemask and looked about me. I was alone; the room empty, I looked in the mirror at myself and took in the sight of my plundered body. I felt a little thrill knowing the sight was pretty horny.
I didn’t bother to dress, just turned off the light and went to sleep. The next morning I loosely tied on a silk dressing gown and went downstairs ravenously hungry. At breakfast my brother struggled to contain his astonishment at my appearance. The silk was so thin it seemed to highlight every contour of my firm breasts and shapely behind. But being so loosely tied up meant at certain angles it gaped wide open. He pretended to be engrossed in a book, but whenever he thought I wasn’t looking I sensed his eyes staring at me. Throughout breakfast he acted like nothing had happened and I was happy to go along with that for now.
I reached across the table for the juice knowing the opening exposed one of my breasts almost completely. I pretended not to notice that or his face going red. My erect nipples were clearly defined under the shiny silk.
After I had finished my cereal as I squatted down to put my bowl in the lower shelf of the dishwasher my dressing gown parted either side of my legs. From his side view it would be apparent my bare pussy was uncovered even though he didn’t get a direct view. I casually stood and faced him with the dressing gown slowly sliding back into place. For a split second I reckon he got a glimpse.
His face was red and his eyes were popping out of his head. I knew he thought I was drugged last night, and therefore ignorant of his prior knowledge of me, but the way he was acting you would think he hadn’t seen my charms before at all.
I continued to pretend I was completely unaware of the show he was getting and his reaction.
I was feeling pretty horny with this game; pretending to be oblivious to how little the gaping silk gown covered and him being the secret voyeur.
After he had finished his breakfast he quickly cleared his things and went upstairs to shower before I could get a chance to see the front of his PJs.
I heard the front door open and close then my husband appeared in the kitchen.
He grinned when he saw me in my dressing gown; “I take it your brother’s gone then”
He was putting down his bags and taking in the sight of me with appreciative eyes.
“No, he’s just gone for a shower”.
My husband looked at me quizzically, then the ceiling as he took in the noise of the shower as it was turned on in the room above our heads.
He came over and grabbed me and kissed me passionately. A hand slid inside the gown and trailed over the skin of my belly.
Something wasn’t right I thought to myself.
“Did he see you dressed like that?” As he asked the question an alarm bell went off in my mind. Something didn’t smell right; quite literally.
“Is that a new aftershave?” I asked.
“I borrowed your brother’s cologne, of course. Hey his eyes must have been popping out of his head at the sight of you this morning. He must have got a complete eyeful. I would have loved to see his face. I bet I know what he’s doing in the shower right now. Bet that’s reignited his old feelings. Haha. Last night must have made you really horny with this fantasy, to be giving him such a full on show already. I didn’t expect you to take this on so soon”.
As the words tumbled from my husband; realisation dawned. No wonder my brother looked so surprised.
My husband looked at me knowingly. “Not such a bad actor after all am I?”
If you enjoyed this story you may also enjoy “Forbidden Love“ which follows these events even though I wrote it before.
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