”Are you kidding me?” I sighed to the attendant, ”Cancelled?”

”Yes sir, I'm sorry, ” she confirmed, ”I can get you on the first flight to Dallas tomorrow morning at nine forty-five.”

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. I was trying to get to Dallas for Thanksgiving. Stuck in Wichita for the night due to a snowstorm and a canceled flight. 

”Yeah, let's do that,” I said to the attendant.

What the hell was I going to do now. All the flights out were canceled. No hotel rooms were available. I could call my brother, Steve. He lived just a cab ride away from the airport. He wouldn't mind if I crashed on his couch for the night. 

”Steve,” I said as he answered his phone.

”Hey Terry,” he replied, ”What's up, Bro?”

”Man, I was waiting on my connecting flight to Dallas, but it was canceled. I was wondering if I could stay with you guys tonight. There aren't any rooms available.”

”You're in Wichita?” he asked. 

”Yeah, ” I answered,” The weather has everything screwed up.”

”I know, ” he laughed, ”I'm stuck in Portland. I'm in your shoes.”

”Oh,” I said, ”Ok, I guess I can crash here at the airport.”

”No, man,” he laughed, ”Dani is at home. I'll call and tell her to come to pick you up.”

”You sure, Bro?” I asked, ”I don't want to be a nuisance.”

”What nuisance?” he laughed, ”She hates to be by herself anyway. You'd be doing her a favor.”

”Thanks, Bro,” I laughed, ”You're a lifesaver.”

Steve was my baby brother. He was fifteen years younger than me. Dani, short for Danielle, was his wife of three years. She was three years younger than Steve. They had moved to Wichita a year ago because of his job, which he quit only a few months later. He was a troubleshooter for a big computer networking company now. Always on the road, but he made beaucoup bucks. 

I was at the cab stand when Dani pulled up in her Lexus GX. She was tall, almost six feet, but Steve was six foot four. Slender and pretty. Steve was a lucky guy. She rolled her passenger window down and with a smile said, ”Hey, sailor. Going my way?”

I tossed my luggage in the hatchback and climbed into the passenger seat. After a kiss on our cheeks, she put the car in drive. I sat back, strapping my seatbelt on. Her cinnamon scent wafted through my head. I was instantly hard. Luckily my greatcoat hid any evidence of undue desire. 

I shook the thought from my head and we drove into the snowy night. I was in awe of her ability to drive through conditions like these. ”Aren't you nervous?” I asked as we rounded dark snow drifted curve.

”I'm used to it,” she answered in her sweet voice, "And the all-wheel-drive helps.”

I nodded and held the door handle a little too tightly. After a twenty-minute drive, and only two minor hydroplane incidents, we pulled into her garage. "Come on in,” she said as the overhead door slid shut behind the car. 

I grabbed an overnight bag from the rear and followed her into the warmth of the mudroom, where she kicked off her boots. I politely followed suit with my shoes. She led me to the living room where a fire was already burning in the fireplace. 

Tossing me the remote, she said, ”I already had a bath drawn. Make yourself at home. I'm going to soak for a while.”

I watched her walk down the short hallway and close the bathroom door. Her long legs filled out her yoga pants very nicely. Not to mention how they displayed her firm ass, her tight teeshirt clung just above the downslope.

Again I shook such thoughts from my head. I watched the fire for a few minutes before deciding to click on the television. To my surprise, Dani had paused a video of two young ladies in a sixty-nine position. It was a graphic scene, both women naked and one of the woman’s sex was visible. 

She must have forgotten. The ride to the airport. The snow and dangerous road conditions. No way she meant for me to see this. I gawked for a few seconds then turned the TV off. I shook my head again. The fire needed stoking. I needed a drink. Anything to take my mind off what I had seen.

“Terry,” yelled Dani, from the bathroom.

“Yeah, Sis,” I answered, trying to make myself realize how close she was to the family. She was my brother’s wife for crying out loud. I walked to the bathroom door, “What you need?”

“I forgot to get towels from the laundry,” she said, “Would you be a dear?”

“Yeah,” I laughed, ”I'll grab you one.”

I had to look around for a few seconds to find the laundry room, but I located it. Opening the dryer, I had to catch a couple of things that fell out. Stuffing them back in, I pulled a towel from the mix, not noticing the tiny purple thong clinging to it.

I walked back to the bathroom and said, ”I'll just hang it on the knob.”

”The door is unlocked, silly, ” she laughed, ”You can come in. I'm still in the bubbles.”

Narrowing my eyebrows I figured what the hell. I twisted the knob and slowly poked my head in. She was well hidden, but for her arms and shoulders. ”Come on in,” she laughed, ”I don't bite.”

I smiled and said, ”I'll just put this on the toilet lid.” It was next to the tub, in easy reach. I set it down and started to back out when she laughed and shook her head. ”What?” I asked, a confused look in my eyes.

”You're so nervous,” she laughed, ”I'm just taking a bath. Oh and thanks for the panties.”

”What?” again confused.

She pointed at the towel. I had to laugh that time. I shook my head and said, ”I figured you might need them.”

”Just the panties?” she asked, teasingly keeping the upper hand, ”No pajamas?”

”Uhh,” I stammered like a kid.

She laughed and said, ”Get out of here you pervert.”

I laughed at her and even more at myself. Closing the door behind me, I walked back to the living room. The thought of my brother's wife, naked, in the same room, hell, the same house, alone with me. So fucking pretty. I shook it from my head again. 

Absently, I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV, but caught myself, remembering the scene from before. I just dropped the thing on the couch, wishing I had a drink to calm my nerves.

I scanned the kitchen, on the opposite side of the bar. There was a bottle of wine on the counter and an empty glass. Dani must have been getting ready to open it before Steve called her to pick me up. So she likes porn with her wine. That was an image to ponder. 

I knew Steve would have something stronger, but I was not one to meddle. 

The bathroom door opened. Daniel poked her head out, hair wrapped in the towel I brought her. ”Fair warning, ” she said with a grin, ”No peeping.”

My eyes narrowed again, but before I could look away, she walked out of the bathroom, naked, except for that tiny purple thong that had clung to the towel. She turned and walked to her bedroom, her tight little ass on display. The thong hid nothing in the rear. I averted my eyes, but it was too late.

In less than a minute, she returned in a short nightshirt that just covered the tiny purple garment and sat on the couch next to me. ”The bathroom is free,” she said, ”You can get a shower if you want.”

I started to stand up when she grabbed the remote and clicked the TV on. The same scene appeared, then as quickly as it came on it went to black. I saw her face burn crimson. She was embarrassed. It was my turn to laugh. ”What the hell were you watching?”

”Hey, a girl has needs,” she said through her red face.

”I try not to judge,” I said with a laugh. She smacked me with the remote as I passed by to get to the bathroom.

”Don't forget to get a towel,” she reminded me.

”Yep,” I said as I grabbed my overnight bag. I tossed the bag into the bathroom and went to retrieve a towel. closing the bathroom door, I discovered why she had not locked it earlier. There was no lock to lock. Surely she would respect my privacy. 

I was letting the water run over my skin, the steam clear my sinuses. It felt good. I had been in airports and on airplanes for all of two days. The bathroom, though small, was nice. Granite lined the glass shower enclosure while white marble adorned the floors and countertops. The walls were covered in floor to ceiling mirrors. 

I jumped with a start when there came a sharp knock on the door. ”I need to pee, Terry,” called Dani, through the door, which she had partially opened. 

I had been luxuriating, soaking up the hot water. ”Ok,” I stammered, ”Give me five minutes, I'll kick it into high gear.”

”No, take your time, ” she answered, ”I'll be quick, and I promise not to stare.”

”Uh, yeah. Uhm, ” I chewed my words, ”Ok I'll keep my back to you.” A fat lot of good that would do. There were mirrors everywhere. I just let the chips fall, so to speak. 

I saw her to my left as she walked to the toilet. I turned to the right, to give her some privacy. There she was, pulling those tiny panties down. The soapy water trailed over my shoulders, running down my back, between my asscheeks. White suds cascading down my chest to my groin, where it gathered and washed over the length of my hairless penis. 

I caught myself trying to hurry. But what good would that do? She was sitting there, on the toilet. Looking up to venture a glance, thinking maybe she would be finished. I was surprised to see her looking directly at my reflection. There was no way to hide myself. It was a losing battle. Fucking mirrors. 

”Steve was right,” she said with a smile, ”You are hung.”

”You said you wouldn't look,” I protested.

”No, no,” she argued, ”I said I wouldn't stare. But that was worth looking at. Steve said it looked like a skinned squirrel, ” she laughed.

”See, now you are staring,” I protested, ”Are you about finished?”

”Almost,” she laughed, ”You are twice the size of Steve.”

”I know how big Steve is, ” I said, trying to cover myself, ”We grew up together.” I could feel the blood, blushing my face in embarrassment. 

She pulled some paper from the roll by the toilet and wiped herself. Reaching for her panties, she stood and quickly pulled them up tightly. She waved and teasingly took another look at my 'skinned squirrel' then left me to my shower. 

I shook my head with a snort. Dani was definitely not the shy type.  She was direct and she enjoyed teasing. It took some amount of effort on my part, but thankfully, I did not become erect. 

Finally, I finished my shower and dried my body. I applied deodorant, spritzed a light mist of Axe body spray. I did check to make sure the door was closed before applying moisturizer to my groin and legs. I needed at least one secret.

I dug a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt from my bag. "No fucking way,” I grumbled. I had forgotten my shorts. I shook my head then brushed my teeth. On the off chance that Steve would have a pair, I poked my head out into the hall. ”Dani?” I called. 

She was sitting on the couch, watching who knows what, under a fluffy comforter. Turning, she smiled and raised both eyebrows. ”Whatcha need, Terry?”

”You think Steve has a pair of pajama bottoms that would fit me?”

”That skinny fucker,” she laughed, ”You are a foot taller than him and thirty pounds heavier.”

I made that old Yeah, you're right, expression. "He is the runt of the family.”

”Are you naked?”

”No, I'm wearing boxers, ” I answered. She could see my tee shirt.

”Come on, get under the comforter,” she said, ”You can help keep me warm.” 

I walked quickly from the bathroom to the couch. My boxers were a bit on the baggy side so I was covered nicely. I noticed that the room was cooler than before and that the fire had died down a bit.

"Should I put some wood on the fire?” I asked. 

”Please,” she sweetly replied.

I put a couple of the bigger logs on and stoked the coals. The fire quickly grew, warming the living room. I closed the fire screen then turned to see if she approved. A big smile turned into a bigger laugh when she saw it. My cock had slipped through the opening of the boxers. 

Embarrassed, I spun around, tucking it back in, apologizing repeatedly. Dani laughed uncontrollably. It was infectious and I couldn't help laugh at the situation. I shook my head and plopped onto the couch beside her. 

Dani threw the comforter over me and snuggled close. She was watching Emeril cooking something and selling some countertop appliance. ”So, how did your movie turn out?” I teased.

”Shut up,” she said, punching my arm, ”Don't act like you have never watched them.”

”Yeah, but you are a chick,” I teased, ”Girls don't watch porn.”

”You say so,” she grinned, ”Chicks do a lot you guys don't know about. We watch porn, and, you know.”

”No, I don't know,” I teased.

”We, well, masturbate,” she said timidly.

I laughed at her for her finally displaying some shyness about a subject. But again she turned the tables on me. ”We look at our brother in laws cocks,” she said as I swallowed hard, ”And masturbate.”

”Ok, ok,” I said, ”You win.”

We laughed and she asked if I wanted anything to eat or drink. The thought of eating her pussy and drinking her juices went through my head. She seemed to read my mind and added, ”From the kitchen.”

”I'm not hungry, ” I answered, ”But a bourbon would be great.”

”Bourbon, it is,” she smiled. She pushed the comforter off and stood. Her tee-shirt had ridden up her back and her tight little white ass was just a couple of feet from my face.  As she walked to the kitchen, her shirt fell over her ass, but just enough. 

My eyes followed her innocent sway to the kitchen. My cock had begun to respond. I watched as she reached up above the refrigerator for the bottle. Woodford, I could tell by the shape of the bottle. The good stuff. She took a glass from the cabinet and brought both it and the bottle, setting them on the coffee table. 

Again, my eyes glued to her sway. Probably a little more than half-hard, I reached for the bottle. She returned as I poured a shot and clumsily, rolled the comforter onto the floor. I sat back to reveal a tent in my boxers. Then quickly reached for the comforter, realizing I should have left well enough alone. 

My cock, still in the early stages of arousal, pushed through the opening again as I leaned forward. I heard Dani breathe and, ”Oh, goodness.” I pulled the comforter over myself as quickly as I could, then apologized.

”It's ok, Terry, ” she chuckled, ”I've just never seen one that big.”

She sat on the couch and pulled the comforter over herself, still snuggling next to me. ”Is this ok?” she asked, ”I can sit in the glider if you're uncomfortable.”

”It's up to you Dani,” I answered, ”I'm the one making things uncomfortable.”

”Your just an old pervert, ” she laughed, ”Nothing to worry about.”

She got comfortable, my hand holding my cock down on my lap, to keep it from tenting the comforter. She was truly beautiful and very sexy. Her scent wafted from under the comforter when she would sip her wine or move at all. I was fully hard and it was not going away. And I needed to piss. 

I held it as long as I could but squirmed under the soft comforter. She sensed my discomfort and asked me if I was ok. ”Yeah, just need to take a bathroom break.” 

”Yeah, me too, ” she said, ”You want to go first?”

I pushed my raging cock under my waistband and tried to stand. One hand on my cock, the other pushing me up from the couch, I stood, back to her and walked past her sideways. ”Are you still hard?” she teased. 

”Listen, Dani, I'm sorry,” I said, ”I just, well, it's been a long time since I was this close to a woman. Especially as pretty as you and as undressed as, Uhm, we are.”

”I know,” she said, ”What has it been, a year, since your divorce?”

”Two,” I said as I walked to the bathroom, ”But still, I should be able to control myself.”

I sat on the toilet, head in my hands, waiting for my erection to subside. Knowing I couldn't piss in this state, I just waited. A knock on the door.

”I can put something on if it would help you,” Dani offered.

”I'll be ok,” I answered, "you should be able to be comfortable in your own house.”

”I want you to be comfortable as well, Terry, ” she said, with no mock concern.

”I'm going to be fine,” I laughed, ”As long as we have the comforter, I can be discrete.”

”Hard, but discrete,” Dani laughed, ”Hey, Brother in law it's not bothering me. In fact, it's kind of a compliment.”

”Well, since you feel that way,” I began, ”Steve is one lucky man. To have a beautiful lady like you, I mean.”

”That's sweet,” Dani said, ”I could just hug you.”

”We better save that for later,” I suggested, ”When I'm being discrete.”

We both laughed until she told me to hurry up. I guess she needed to pee. My erection had wilted slightly so I tried to take a piss. It was slow but I was pissing. She was tapping the door with her fingers impatiently, “I’m giving you fair warning,” she said, I am coming in if you don’t hurry.”

“I’m trying,” I said nervously. I knew she wasn’t kidding. My boxers were at my ankles and I was pushing my erection downward. The door flew open, and she hobbled in, her hand pressing the front of those tiny purple panties. 

“Pinch it off and get out of the way,” she said. I did as she ordered, backing away from the toilet. She quickly pushed the panties to her knees and sat on the toilet. Sometimes modesty had to take a backseat. 

She let her bladder drain as I stood there, my dick in my hand, watching the yellow stream coming from her pussy. She looked up at me, shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

“I guess discretion is out the window,” I said with a laugh. 

“Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do,” Dani laughed. She sat on the toilet, legs spread, not even trying to hide her sex. She also didn’t hide the fact that she was staring at mine. 

I was tired of being coy. If she wanted to look, I wouldn’t stop her. Fully hard again, I was safe to let it go. I decided to lean against the cabinet while she finished her business. My boxers lay on the floor where I had been standing. My cock pointing straight out from my body. 

Dani shivered with the last squirts of her flow. Pulling a strip of toilet paper from the roll, she stood, and wiped, dropping the ball of tissue in the bowl. She pushed the panties off and stepped out of them. “They are wet,” she explained, “I don’t like to wear them at night anyway.”

She pulled her nightshirt back down, just barely covering her smooth mound. I walked back to the toilet and did my best to empty my bladder. Just a trickle, it would take a while. Dani surprised me by leaning on the mirrored wall and just watched.

I looked at her with a stupid grin and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just looking.” She smiled naughtily, “You're just so big.”

”I grew it myself,” I joked.

She laughed and shook her head. Her eyes never left my cock as I tried to pee. She was not making things easier.  Her body, just barely covered by that nightshirt. She was so fucking hot. Her nipples were hard and showing through her flimsy garment. 

”You should just go ahead and take care of your erection,” she suggested, ”Then you could pee and be done with it.”

”You give me a little privacy,” I returned, ”And I would do just that.”

”No,” she said like a disappointed child, ”I want to watch.”

Thinking that she was teasing, I took it a step further. ”That,” I said, ”Isn't a spectator’s sport. If you want to watch, you have to help.”

”Ok,” she quickly agreed, ”Like what? Give you some encouragement? Talk dirty? Take the rest of my clothes off? Or do you just want me to do it for you?”

It was like I had been hit by a Mack truck. I stood speechless, mouth agape. She just raised her eyebrow and shrugged, ”Well?” she asked, ”Which one?”

”Well, uh,” I choked, ”All of the above.”

She didn't needto be asked twice. Both hands reached for the hem of her nightshirt. She had to be teasing me again, was my assumption, but in less than a heartbeat, she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor.

She stood bare assed naked in front of me, hands on her hips, and the biggest smile on her lips. With a short step backward, I took a moment to soak up the beautiful vision in front of me. Her soft blond curls fell over her smooth shoulders, her eyes telling me to take my time. 

I assumed, or maybe just guessed she was a 32-B. They were small but, with a body like hers, they were perfect. Her erect nipples stood proud atop them, pointing at the ceiling. I followed the crease of her abdomen to her cute belly button, the fine hairs on her skin stood put on her goosebumps.

Her tight, narrow waist gave rise to the soft curve of her hips, leading to slim legs that were so long. She reminded you of a young Kelly Preston. She was a fit, athletic type. A runner and a swimmer. I would have pictured her in a tight bikini. Only she stood naked for me to survey. 

She sat on the toilet, legs wide, ”Bring it to me, Terry, ” she whispered.

I took the two steps that separated us and stood in front of her. Her blue eyes traveled every inch and every angle of my throbbing cock. She looked up at me with a sweet smile, having yet to touch me. 

I lost myself in her blue eyes, in her wanting smile. It seemed that she was stalling, waiting. Maybe she was having second thoughts. Guilty feelings, maybe changing her mind. But her smile gave lie to that notion. She wanted to, I could see that.

Her fingertips brushed the sides of my knees, sending a current of lust through my body. Sliding them, softly, barely touching me, up my thighs. My body nearly convulsed. She followed my hip bones to trace her fingertips over the sides of my ass. 

My nerve endings were alive with a buzz of anticipation. Forgetting the need to urinate, I watched her eyes as she looked at my hard cock. She seemed entranced, in total concentration. I wanted to feel the warmth of her hand on my sex. I needed to feel the pressure of her grip.

Her fingers tracing down to my knees as her lips formed an O. A warm breath of air washed over the head of my cock. The muscles flexed in my groin. My balls drew tightly to my body. Her eyes watched my cock throbbing with my heartbeat.

She blew a soft, warm breath on my balls, then up my shaft. I was close. I think she knew it. All it would take would be the slightest contact. A sly grin as her eyes trailed up my body, looking into mine. Such an ocean of blue. She closed them and leaned back on the toilet. 

I couldn't believe what she was doing to me. I couldn't believe how close to the edge I was. Her knees parted wide. She moaned so softly, pinching her nipples. I watched like a child as she bit her bottom lip. Her head slowly turning side to side. I saw her hand push down her toned body, palm flat, searching. 

It was all I could do to keep from taking her. She watched me through squinting eyes as her fingers found her mound. She pressed her clitoris with her middle digit. I began to reach for my cock, needing the sweet release. 

”No, Terry,” she breathed, ”Just watch.”

I swallowed hard. Her finger drumming her clit as she rolled and pinched her nipples with her other hand. I saw her push her fingers between the lips of her smooth pussy. My cock bobbed, so near to orgasm. I was trembling. Her eyes opened looking into mine. 

Without a sound, she mouthed, ”Cum.”

I'm no child. I've been around. My forty-two years had not been lacking in sex, nor had I gone without the company of beautiful women. But I was shocked to my very core. Just the one countless word, and the look of lust on her face. That was all it took.

My body tensed. I watched her chest rise with a deep breath as a long, thick, white trail of semen erupted from my cock. The shock of my orgasm buckled my knees. I was shaken. Another long rope flew from my cock. The lights dimmed. The room spun. I heard her curse, I heard her moan.

My eyes blurred. I felt another shot of cum fly then another. The feeling was all-consuming. I was tumbling in a world of pleasure. I lost all sense of hearing and sight. All there was was the orgasm. It seemed to go on and on. 

I returned, eventually, to reality. Dani was still sitting on the toilet, one leg stretched out straight in front of her, between my feet. Her other foot on the floor in front of the toilet, her knee falling back and forth. I was bent, hands on my knees. Looking up I saw her naughty smile. 

She was splattered with my cum. My breath came in gasps but was able to give her a crooked grin.

”You're a fucking witch,” I managed to say, ”I've never come like that. So hard. So much. And you never touched my dick.”

She just sat there, trailing her finger through my cum, smiling. ”You can pee now,” she said, motioning at my cock.

I hung flaccid, a short sticky string of cum hung from my tip. I shook my head with a grunt of a laugh as she stood up and walked to the shower. I had to sit like a girl to pee. Amazed at what had happened. My bladder relieved itself as I looked at Dani’s back through the clear glass shower. 

I pissed then just sat watching her rinse the evidence of my orgasm from her body. I was in awe. So beautiful and young. My brother was truly lucky. She saw me watching her in the mirror and smiled. My cock had already begun to respond again. 

Dani turned the water off and stepped out. Her body glistened in the lights of the bathroom. It was then she remembered there were no towels.

“Would you be a dear again?” She asked, her arms hung away from her wet body. 

“Be right back,” I said as I inspected my boxers, which were also wet.

I dropped them and walked into the hall, my cock hanging a little less than half hard. I grabbed a towel, making sure there were no panties attached this time. I did not want her to cover that beautiful pussy back up.

Dani was still dripping when I returned with the towel, which I handed her.

“I’m going to have to go to the garage to get some boxers,” I said as she dried herself.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said with that same sweet smile, “We have the comforter. You know, so you can be discreet.”

I laughed at her and said, “Ok.” She tossed the towel at me and ran from the room naked, “Last one to the couch is a rotten egg.”

I ran after her like two kids on a playground. Catching her by the hips just before she made it. Picking her up, I spun her around and sat on the couch, her landing on my lap. My cock was trapped between her asscheeks. 

“You call this being discrete?” She laughed with a wiggle of her tight ass.

“No, I call it comfortably sexy,” I answered.

“The fire needs some work,” she said, “I’ll take care of it. You did it last time.”

I let her up and watched her open the fire screen. Her ass was just amazing. So tight, so firm. She has a thigh gap wide enough to drive a Volvo through.  She knew I was looking. She was using that to tease me. With her feet spread now, she bent to take a log. 

She cocked her hip as she swiveled to put it on the fire.

“You keep doing that,” I warned her, “I’m going to have to violate you.”

She turned with her hands on her knees, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Dani was a real tease, wiggling her hips like a stripper on a stage. “Violate me, sailor,” she teased.

She finished her work on the fire and returned to her seat, on my lap. Needless to say, I was hard.

She put her arm around my neck and pulled the comforter over us. When she sat back against me, I squirmed under her.

“Are you ok?” she asked, “Am I hurting you?”

“No, hon,” I assured her, “You're squashing my dick.”

She spat a laugh and said, “I’m so sorry. Let me do....” she reached between her legs and for the first time, took my cock in her hand, “It’s thick,” she breathed. Next, she picked her ass up and pulled my cock, still hard, between her thighs.

“How does that feel?” She asked, squeezing her thighs together.

“if it were any better,” I whispered into her ear, “We would have to be fucking.”

We laughed and she snuggled into my chest.  I noticed that she held the head of my cock in her hand. Her thighs tightened and loosened. I could feel the wetness building between her thighs. Her eyes were looking at mine. Her palm smoothed the juices of her lust over the head of my cock. 

I realized that we were kissing when my tongue touched hers.  My mind was in low gear, savoring her kiss. She was facing me now, I was not keeping up. Her knees on either side of my hips. Her hands on the back of my head. Our tongues so intertwined, I didn’t know hers from mine. 

She was in a frenzy. My cock pressed against my belly. My hands were kneading her small breasts, her nipples so hard against my palms. I felt her pussy grinding up and down the bottom of my shaft, so wet with anticipation. 

Hands on my shoulders now, she pushed back. Her smile was gone, replaced with lust. She stared at me then looked down at my cock, trapped between us. “I want to feel it,” she nearly begged, “I want to feel it inside me.”

Her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist as I stood up. We kissed like lovers after a long separation. I stood holding her up by her tight asscheeks. She weighed barely more than a hundred pounds. My cock was between us, pressed to my belly, wanted more of her. 

I carried her to a chair in the corner of the room where I set her down. I held her feet in my hands. Kissing my way up her legs to her thighs I pushed her feet to her, bending her knees and pushing them to her chest and placing one foot on each arm of the chair.  

I had access to what I wanted, and I was hungry. 

Wasting no time I greedily tasted her. Her juices boiled to the top. I drank them down. Her clitoris was swollen and I attacked it. Sucking it between my lips I lashed at it with my tongue. She writhed under my attention.  She cursed as I ate her. Her juices flowed like a river. She watched me as I feasted between her legs. Her sweet pussy quivered and convulsed. 

“I’m coming," she hissed as I drove my tongue into her tightness. Her hands found the back of my head, pulling me to her, my tongue deeper. She was ready. Another few slides of my tongue hand I stood. My cock hung erect, pointing at her. I took her by the ankles and put her legs over my shoulders. I wanted to give it all to her. 

Dani scooted her ass to the edge of the chair. I put my hands on the arms for support.

"What do you want Dani?” I asked in a dark voice, “What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me,” she answered, “Fuck me, Terry.”

I lowered my cock, just above her pussy, just let is hang there, teasing her. She watched, biting her lip. I let myself lightly touch her. Just the tip, sliding it over her clit. She moaned and said, “Please, Terry”

“Do it, Dani,” I instructed, “Put it where you want it.”

She reached between her knees, taking me softly in her hands, guiding me as I pushed forward. Placing my cock head at her opening, she covered it with her fingers to keep it from slipping past. 

Our eyes were locked, we were going to do it. I was getting ready to fuck my brother's wife. She was ready and willing to fuck her husband's brother. It was a surreal moment. At least for me, it was. 

”Are you ready?” I whispered.

She took a deep breath, ”Yes,” 

With a playful grin, ”Are you sure?”

”Fuck,” she grumbled, ”Stop teasing me.”

I pushed my hips, watching her eyes. The head of my cock divided her lips. She was wet. There was some resistance. She was going to be tight, I could always tell. She gasped as I pulled back out and returned a bit deeper. 

I'm not bragging, not even a little. Really, I've been a bit self-conscious about it. I was big, my dick, I mean. No, really, it's big. Nine inches and thick. Bigger than most girls' forearms. I didn't want to rush this. 

She looked worried after my head disappeared in her. ”Go slow,” she whispered, ”Just don't stop. I want it in me.”

I pushed a little further, her eyes closed but in a pleasurable way. Back out, just because. I pushed it back in, just to the point of where it was before. I was thickest just below the head. I pushed about half of my cock in. She moaned so softly. I pulled back again, ”Dani, is it ok?”

”Oh, yes,” she breathed, ”Please don't stop.”

”Open your eyes, girl,” I whispered, ”Look at me. Ok?”

She opened her baby blues, almost glazed over. I could tell she was savoring this. I pushed again, slowly, all the way in. She tried but her eyes closed and her mouth opened. 

”Terry,” she whispered, "It's so big. So fucking good.”

I slowly pulled out, almost completely. I've found over my sexual experience that women liked that. Still, very slowly, I pushed it into the hilt again. Her fingernails traced the muscles of my shoulders. She trembled as if cold. The room was warm, almost hot. The fire and the heat of our bodies. Her breath was sweet in my nostrils. 

”Mmm,” she moaned, ”Terry, don't stop.”

My cock was buried. She was enjoying the feeling of being filled. I was enjoying her beauty and tightness. If it weren't for the lust between us, I would probably feel guilty for taking my little brother's wife. But I didn't plan to keep her. I was going to give her back. 

She turned her head from side to side. Biting her lip and moaning my name. She was driving me crazy. My cock was wedged into her tight little pussy. She was so wet and so fucking hot. It was time.

”I'm going to fuck you, Dani,” I said, ”I'm going to fuck the hell out of you.”

She opened her eyes, with a snarl and determined look, she said, ”Do it,”

She was young. She was pretty. But she was tough. I could tell that she would be a bone to be chewed. That suited me fine, I wanted to take a bite. I pulled out, all the way. Taking my cock in my hand, I drummed it on her clit. She was so wet that droplets of her juices flew from her pussy with every tap. 

Gripping the base of my cock, I lined up on her entrance. I pushed it in quickly, then back out. She gasped. I did it again, and again. On the third time, I let my cock go. I started sliding into and out of her tight pussy. She wanted me to fuck her. I was going to make her wish come true. Without further preamble, I started sawing at her. Hard and fast. 

”Oh, fuck,” she gasped, ”Oh, fuck, Terry. Don't stop.”

I growled in her ear as I pounded her young pussy. Her pussy yielded to my size. I watched my cock blurring in and out. An expression of total pleasure on her face, she cried, ”I'm going to cum.”

”Yeah, Dani,”  I said, ”Take it all.”

”Don't stop, Terry,” she gasped, ”I'm coming.”

I didn't plan to stop, rather, I doubled my efforts. My cock slammed into her like a ram. Her small tits rippled with every thrust. I felt her contract and squeeze my thick shaft. Her juices flowed over my cock and down the crack of her tight ass.  Her fists pounded the chair as her orgasm wracked her. 

”Fuck,” she swore, ”Fuck, fuck fuck. So fucking good.”

The chair had slid into the wall as I pounded. I wanted her to remember this. She rode the throes of her orgasm like a ship in turbulent seas. I did not relent. Her body trembled, shook like a leaf in a hurricane. 

Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her chest. I felt my heart beating ninety to nothing. I was in a marathon, chewing that aforementioned bone. She was returning to the reality of the moment, her orgasm fading. 

Her eyes open again, looking into mine. ”Doggy?” she asked.

”Hell yeah,” was my reply.

I pulled out, my cock dripping her juices onto the hardwood floor. Dani climbed onto the chair, knees under her, and head down. I couldn't help but admire her ass. Not able to resist, I bent for a taste. My tongue dredged from her clit to her anus. Her juices were so intoxicating. 

”Oh,” she cooed, ”That feels nice.”

I stabbed my tongue into the center of her pink asshole, worming it around, feeling her relax her muscle and let the tip invade her. Her vaginal aroma, a heady wine, made your inhibitions melt away. You just forgot to care about them. 

My attention shifted back to her sweet pussy, softly swiping across her clitoris. She continued to squirm and moan her approval. Her juices confirmed all evidence of satisfaction. My cock was throbbing, having been erect for so long. I stood, taking my shaft in hand. Without preamble, I pushed it deep into her tightness, watching her labia open to accept my girth.

She was still panting from her orgasm. I wanted to let her rest and enjoy herself, not to mention, let my cock calm. Besides, we all need to eat. Gently, I ran my palms over her beautiful ass, massaging her spent juices. Not to waste a drop, I licked and kissed every inch. 

Her moans and movements told me where she was sensitive. Her tight little asshole was a particularly sensitive zone. I wanted to know just how much she liked it. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the clinched muscle, savoring every texture and flavor. 

Her moan was pure lust. She wiggled her ass as I pushed my tongue into the center of her anus. ”Oh, fuck,” she groaned, “That’s it, Terry,” she moaned, ”Feels so good.”

Driven by her approval, I pushed my tongue harder. In and out. Her scent so intoxicated me. I was hers, at least at the moment. I wanted to drink her in. My cock throbbed and bounced with my heartbeat. I needed more. Taking it in my hand, I felt her juices, still soaking me. I slid my hand up and down the length of it. 

No preamble. No warning. I stood, pressing the head of my dick into her opening. I watched her labia spread to accept my girth. No more waiting, I needed to come again. Pushing into her, I sank my cock deep into her pussy. My balls slapped against her clit. She lurched forwards a bit in surprise.

”Oh,” she gasped, ”Oh, yes. Fuck me, Terry. Fuck me hard.”

I did not disappoint her. I started hammering my dick into her with long, fast strokes. Her pussy seemed to grip my shaft as I was on the outstroke. So tight. Her body shook with every slamming thrust.

”Oh, Terry,” she shouted, ”I'm going to come.”

I wanted to make her come. I wanted to please her. I could tell by the increase in her wetness, she was on the edge. I sped my efforts. I pushed her to the edge, teetering there myself. 

”Come for me, Dani.”

That's all it took, just that encouragement. The edge, hell, we leaped from the edge. Falling into an abyss of orgasm and pleasure. My cock began pumping cum deep into her womb. ”I'm coming,” I grunted into her ear.

”Nnnghhh, yes,” she answered, ”Cum inside my pussy. Fill me up, Terry.”

We rode the wave like a surfer in a wild curl. We were carried out to the sea of sin. Fucking each other in the midst of orgasm. Both at the height of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever and anon. 

I pumped cum into her until it squeezed back out around my shaft. 

She shook and trembled, her orgasm gripping her. Her body amazed me. Eighteen years my junior, and so tight and fit. My brother was truly lucky. 

The television made that sound. You know, the one when there is a tornado warning or something. We were recovering from our lustful orgasms in each other's embraces. The computer-generated voice announced, ”All schools closed, all flights canceled until the blizzard warning ends. Expected to last through Thursday.” 

It went on about counties and bridge closures and all that. It was Monday night, and it looked like I would be here until Thursday. I predicted lots of sex for the next few days. I guess I had nowhere else to go.