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Brotherly Love Part 2

Brotherly Love Part 2

Benny Pops His Brother's Cherry

After spending several days at my brother Benny’s place following our disastrous two-day vacation on an island that we got chased off due to a hurricane, I rekindled my love for cock, and, my love for my brother’s cock every day without my wife ever being the wiser.  Benny had asked my wife if it was ok if the two of us went on a fishing trip together and of course my wife eagerly said, “yes!” 

I know my wife would be happy to have the house to herself for a week and Benny, of course, would be happy to have me to himself!  I, on the other hand, had plans to expose my cross-dressing fetish to my brother and have unfettered access to his delicious cock. 

Two days after we returned home, I made a trip to Wal-Mart and headed right for the ladies lingerie department.  I was nervous as hell thinking someone I knew would notice me, so I made my way through the department as quickly as I could.  I knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew the size as well. 

I found a very sexy set of lace thong panties and a matching bra that I knew would look great on me.  I then grabbed a pair of black thigh-highs with a sexy lace topping and headed for the self-serve checkout. 

There were two people in line ahead of me, so I tucked my selections against my chest hoping to hide my little secret until it was my turn to checkout.  I quickly activated the register and then swiped my first item. Nothing.  Then I swiped it again.  Still nothing.  So, I swiped it again, and again, and again until a woman stepped behind me and said, “here honey, let me help you”.

She stepped along side me, took the sexy pair of lace thongs in her hand, looked up at me inquisitively before smiling and then entering the SKU number on the tag and ringing it up.  Then she asked me to see what else I had and offered to ring them up as well.  To say I was embarrassed would have been an understatement.  I knew damn well that this woman knew these garments were intended for me. 

She held the lace bra up in the air as if she were measuring against my body then rang it up too.  Finally, she took the lace thigh-highs and rang them up before wishing me a fun evening with a great big smile.  My face was as red as a fire truck.  I thanked her, grabbed my bag and literally ran out of the store but was stopped by the greeter who asked to see my receipt and then checked to make sure all the items in my bag were indeed paid for.  Could I get any redder?  I doubt it. 

I finally made it to my car where I composed myself before driving home.  I tucked my purchase away in the same place I hide my black dildo, fag mags, and crossdressing flicks and went about my daily routines.  The excitement at Wal-Mart and the anticipation of my fishing trip with my brother Benny were making me horny.  I was walking around with a semi-hardon throughout the day and my wife noticed it.  She grabbed my crotch and said, “Momma got you all excited big boy?”  before burying her tongue between my lips. 

Next thing you know, she was sitting on the edge of the kitchen chair with my dick between her lips and I’m living vicariously through her sucking action.  My wife had no problem swallowing everything I had to offer, working her lips around the base of my cock and tickling the underside with her tongue.  Before long I swelled up to my maximum girth and shot my load of cum down her throat.

  She swallowed it all without hesitation before pulling off and remarking how hard I got and how much cum I had shot down her throat.  She giggled and wondered if I was taking one of those male enhancing drugs before kissing the head of my cock and placing it back in my pants.  Visions of me doing the same to Benny danced through my head for the rest of the day!

Between the time we returned home and my scheduled fishing trip with Benny, I got daily text messages from him eluding to what we were going to do when I finally arrived at the cabin along with pictures of his cock in various stages of arousal.  Needless to say, I remained horny for his cock and filled with anticipation. Time seemed to drag on until the week finally arrived. 

I packed my boy clothes, some snacks, a couple of bottles of whisky, my fishing tackle, and slipped into my lace panties, bra, and stockings under my clothes.  I was terrified that my wife might notice but I checked every angle in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.  My long gym pants hid my stockings and panties and my dark t-shirt hid my lace bra. 

I gathered all my stuff in the drive and was cautious about how I bent over.  I didn’t want my lace thong poking out the top of my pants, at least not until I got to the cabin where it would be just Benny and me!  Benny pulled up in his truck with the boat in tow and I turned to kiss my wife goodbye.  She ran her hands over the small of my back and then down my buns.  I almost froze thinking she might discover what I had underneath but thankfully her hands missed it all.  Benny grabbed my stuffed, loaded it in the truck and boat and off we went! 

We were barely off the street when Benny reached over to my leg and rubbed it while looking me in the eyes and said, “did you miss me bro?” with a big smile on this face.

My thong started to tent because I knew what Benny was really asking.

“You know I did, Benny,” I said before reaching over to his crotch and rubbing the growing bulge between his legs. 

As I rubbed, the bulge just got bigger until it felt like it was ready to rip the fabric holding it back. 

“Go ahead Marti, take what you want.  Make your brother happy again,” Benny said with a smile. 

I reached up to the top of his pants and pulled the fabric down allowing me access to his big fat cock.  I reached inside, grabbed his cock and balls and let them spring free.  His balls hung heavy on his pants while his cock stood straight up.  I held it at its base and shook it feeling its weight. 

My mouth was watering in anticipation, but I hesitated for a moment realizing I was still in my neighborhood. What if a neighbor happened to see me go down?  What if neighbor pulled up alongside of us just as I was rising up after I had finished him off?  The lure of his cock was too much to resist so down my head went.

I made love to my brother’s cock, licking and sucking on his cum-filled balls, licking his big fat shaft, and sucking the head paying special attention to the uber sensitive underside.  I moaned and groaned and made sure my licking and sucking sounds were as loud as possible. It was almost as if I wanted the neighbors to know exactly what I was doing. 

I lost track of time and direction while I did, and I sucked my brother’s cock for what seemed like an eternity until he placed his right hand on the top of my head and started to piston his big thick cock down my throat.  I knew my reward was only moments away and boy did I ever get rewarded!  He shot so much cum that some of it flowed down his cock and across his big balls.  I swallowed as much as I could before licking the remainder off his cock and balls. 

Benny released the pressure of his hand against my head and I slowly rose.  As I did, he increased the pressure against the back of my head and pulled me towards him.  Before I knew what was happening, he had his tongue buried between my lips and was kissing me like I kissed my wife.  It was a short kiss, but a kiss none the less and he finished it by rubbing my head and saying, “That’s my girl!” with a smile and returned to driving. 

I wasn’t sure how to take that as I’ve never kissed a guy before but then, I did just suck his cock and therefore in a weird way, it seemed kind of normal.  I got lost in my thoughts as Benny talked about this and that throughout the remainder of the drive as if we were normal brothers just catching up with one another. 

I was awakened from my thoughts by the ding of a text message coming from my wife. I opened it up and inside it was a picture of my gym bag sitting in the driveway with the comment, “You forgot something honey – want me to bring it up?”  Oh shit, I thought. 

I showed the message to Benny and gave me a shit eating grin and said, “sorry bro,” but said I didn’t have anything to worry about because he had plenty of clothes for me. I responded back to my wife and told her not to worry, Benny had clothes to share with me. 

We arrived at our secluded cabin, emptied the truck and prepared the boat for fishing.  We loaded up the cooler, headed out to the lake and spent the remainder of the day fishing.  We did quite well and had some of our catch for dinner that night.  After dinner, I headed to the shower to wash the day

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