3 comments/ 16678 views/ 10 favorites The Other Brother By: Kiwilass Pete used the hem of his shirt to wipe at the sweat running down the side of his face. It was far too hot to be painting in the bungalow. The windows were open but there wasn't any breeze. Where was his lazy arse brother David? He'd begged Pete to help him out with the redecorating of the house he'd bought with his girlfriend and now he wasn't anywhere to be found. In fact he hadn't shown his face all day. "Hey how's it going in here?" Pete turned as Tricia, David's girlfriend, came into the room. She had no idea how beautiful she was. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. High cut denim shorts showed off her lean tanned legs and a tight fitting singlet did nothing to hide the fact she was braless. Her full breasts swaying and moving from inside the soft white cotton with every movement she made. Tricia looked around at the work Pete had done in the few hours he'd been there. She didn't notice him leering at her nor did she notice his hardening erection that he was hiding behind the paint can he was holding. "You've done a great job in here Pete. Thanks so much." Pete blushed, "My pleasure, glad I could help. By the way where's that dickhead brother of mine? Shouldn't he be here helping?" Tricia grimaced and a dark shadow crossed her face. She glanced down at her bare feet and scuffed her foot across the smoothly polished boards. Pete followed her gaze and noticed her long slender feet with their perfectly manicured nails. God she was perfect all over. His brother was very lucky to have caught and captured this beauty. Pete doubted that David understood just how lucky he was. "I don't think we'll see him today. He said he had some work to do at the office, um, ah, but I'm not sure he did." She hesitated and Pete saw her swallow hard. She turned to leave. "What is it?" Pete asked. Tricia paused in the doorway and turned, tears welling in her eyes. "Tricia what is it?" Pete stepped toward her. Tricia buried her face in her hands and her shoulders were shaking. Pete panicked, what to do? He pulled her into his arms and stroked her back lightly. To his shame he loved the feel of her body against his. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and he could feel the heat of her through both their t-shirts. It was all he could do not to plant small kisses on her head and neck. Dragging his thoughts back to the reality of what was going on he wondered what could his brother have done now? David was a bastard to the women he dated and Pete wondered how on earth it was that he managed to get away with it for as long as he did. There was no doubting his good looks and great job provided him with the bait to catch the women he fancied and once he'd reeled them in he never wasted much time before he cast his line back in. From the start his relationship with Tricia had been hot and heavy and David had seemed smitten. Investing in the bungalow with her had, to his family, been a sure sign that he was over his commitment issues and had finally found 'the one'. As Tricia eased up on the tears Pete pulled away from her. "You want to tell me what's happened?" he asked again. Fuck she was beautiful. Even tear stained and sweaty she was bloody gorgeous. Tricia turned away "I need a drink" she muttered. She walked down the hall carefully avoiding the ladder and open paint can on the floor. Pete watched her round ass sway from side and as she stepped over a box in the hall her tight shorts rode up he glimpsed the round creamy soft skin of her ass cheeks that hadn't seen the sun. He longed to hold both cheeks in his hands and lick and nibble on the juicy flesh. He shivered at the thought and then chided himself for straying into forbidden territory. Tricia reached into the fridge, took two beers and handed one to Pete. She unscrewed the cap and threw it in the bin and walked out the French doors onto the now cool and shady terrace. She pulled out a chair and sat heavily into it, holding the dewy cold bottle between her breasts, her nipples hardening in response. She rolled the bottle up and over her shoulder, neck, cheeks and forehead, sighing as the cool bottle left drops of moisture clinging to her soft smooth skin. Pete sat opposite her watching intently. He longed to slip the singlet straps down over her arms and suck one of her nipples into his mouth while he pinched the other with his fingers. He imagined her writhing and sighing as he played with her. His cock twitched and his balls ached and Pete realised he'd have to get away from her soon. This was too much for any man. Tricia finally opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'm sorry for the outburst, I just got so angry I couldn't hold it in." Pete nodded, keeping quiet in the hope that she would fill the silence with what was really going on. "David's cheating on me," she blurted out. Pete frowned, it was no surprise to him the David was cheating, he did it with almost every woman he had ever been with. He loved the thrill of the chase and the excitement of just how bad he felt when he was doing it. What was puzzling was why he was cheating on this goddess? "I'm sure that's not true Tricia. Why on earth would you think that?" he asked. Tricia sighed deeply, "I heard him on the phone after he called you. He said if he told me he had work to do at the office I wouldn't ask him any questions as long as you were here." She sounded tired. Maybe it wasn't the first time she'd suspected him of cheating? "I don't get why he would buy a house with you and then cheat on you." Pete exclaimed, "What's the point?" Tricia frowned at him, "The house is mine. He never bought it with me. Is that what he told you?" A light bulb went off in Pete's head and suddenly it was all clear. This was so typical of David. It was then he noticed a rubbish bag by the back gate. "Is that David's stuff?" Tricia followed his glance and nodded, "Yep, I'm better than this. I'm not having it. Not from him. I know he's your brother and your loyalties lie with him but he's a rotten cheating bastard and I hope he gets what he deserves." Tricia didn't sound bitter, just resigned and Pete realised that she'd already made up her mind to move on. "I couldn't agree more," he raised his bottle and tipped it towards her. She smiled briefly and clinked her bottle against his. "To freedom," he toasted. She laughed a little, "To freedom." They both took long swigs from the cool frothy lager and looked out at the setting sun. "I can't thank you enough for today and all the work you've done. I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier about David, there was a part of me that hoped he would turn up and then I'd know I was wrong." Pete reached across the table and held her hand. "That's ok, I was more than happy to help out. We've managed to get a lot done." Tricia smiled at him and covered his hand with hers. "Thanks for being so great. I owe you one." Pete felt his hand tingling under hers and his heart started to pound in his chest. He pulled his hand away quickly and stood up from the table pushing his chair away. "I should get back in and tidy up." Tricia was watching him closely and he quickly glanced away from her, fearing that his desire for her would be obvious. He walked back inside and proceeded to clean up, hammering on the paint can lids and folding the drop sheets. He could hear Tricia in the hall doing the same and when he had finished he leaned out of the open window, enjoying the early evening cool air, finishing his beer as the sun finally fell behind the trees plunging the garden and the house into darkness. He heard her bare feet treading on the boards in the room and felt her stop just behind him. "It's getting cooler now," he said softly. He felt her hand lay on his back. He held his breath. She reached around and slipped her hand up under his shirt, her fingertips grazing the skin of his belly, brushing over his chest and nipple. She pressed herself into him, her breasts, her hips and her thighs were now against him. Her other hand snaked inside his shirt too, stroking and caressing him. "Tricia?" he murmured. "Shhh," she whispered. He feared moving should he break the spell she'd cast over them both but he couldn't let her do it. He couldn't take advantage of the situation. Pete was not the bastard brother. "Tricia." This time turning away from the window, his hands holding hers, he pushed her gently away. She'd taken her hair from the band and it was falling over her shoulders in rich chestnut waves. Her deep green eyes were dark and her lips were full and moist. She looked up at him. "Please Pete for me? Just do it for me?" Pete laughed at that and she blushed. "Do what for you? Sleep with you? Let you make a big mistake just because you're angry with my brother? I don't think so, Tricia. I like you too much for that." He went to walk around her and she reached for him, catching his hand. She lifted her singlet and pressed his hand onto her breast. He could feel her hardened nipple against his palm and his mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it, chewing on it, laving his tongue all over the tight little nubs. "Tricia please no," he whispered. His head filled with the sound of pounding blood. "Pete I need this tonight. I need you to make me feel wanted. I want to feel sexy and free. I want you to fuck me and make me feel good again." Her plea sounded so plausible that all thoughts of just how wrong it was for him to be in this situation flew straight out the open window. He gasped and felt his semi-hard cock spring into life as she asked him to fuck her. His fingers instinctively squeezed the flesh of her breasts and he grasped her large nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it as she opened her mouth in surprise. She reached for him then, standing on her tiptoes she brought his mouth to hers, softly at first and then she crushed her mouth against his, her tongue flicking seductively inside him. She pressed her belly against his erection and moaned as she did so, encouraging him even more. They both broke away, breathless. He pulled his hand from her shirt watching her with hooded eyes. She was flushed and her chest was heaving, her hardened nipples pressing tightly against the cotton of her singlet. "Tricia, you really have to be sure about this. I don't want you to feel that you've been used by both brothers." Tricia flicked her hair over her shoulder and reached for the waistband of his shorts pulling him against her hips. "It doesn't feel like that at all Pete. It feels good, really good. Come on, don't tell me you aren't tempted?" Tricia was running her fingers around the waistband of his shorts sending sparks of hot flames into his cock. He inhaled sharply as she brushed the base of his penis and he threw his head back unable to believe that he was being offered the chance to fuck this beautiful creature. She reached her hands around the back of him and gripped his arse cheeks with her hands, squeezing and stroking as she planted little kisses over his shirt. "What do you say Pete? You want to stay and play with me? You want me to play with you? No strings, I promise." She leaned up and flicked the base of his neck with her tongue and then nibbled the sensitive skin lightly. Pete gave up. Whatever the outcome of tonight he wasn't going to think about it anymore. He was always the good reliable one. Tonight he would throw caution to the wind and fuck a beautiful girl without buying her dinner or dating her for weeks. He grabbed her face in both hands, twisting his fingers in her soft fragrant hair and brought her hot pouty mouth to his. He plunged his tongue into her and explored her mouth as she rubbed her crotch over his stiff member. Tricia pulled away, "Not here." Pete's head was fuzzy with desire. It was really going to happen. She grabbed his hand and moved towards the door. A vision of David fucking Tricia in her bed was like a bucket of water over his ardour. He hesitated and she turned, a frown creasing her brow. "What is it?" she whispered. Pete blushed, "I, ah, don't want to do this where you've been with David." Tricia gasped, "Oh God, of course. Fuck what was I thinking. I'm so sorry." "It's ok, don't worry. Where else can we go?" Tricia looked away and thought for a moment. She turned to him with a shy smile on her face. "Come on, in here." She led him down the wide hall to the lounge room. It was small and intimate with a 2-seater couch, coffee table and flat screen TV in the corner. She shut the door behind them and turned on the overhead light using the dimmer switch to soften the brilliance. Turning back towards him she lifted her singlet over her head and threw it to the floor. Pete held his breathe as her full lush breasts came free. They were the same soft brown as her arms and legs and while they were big they sat high and proud on her perfectly proportioned body. Her caramel coloured nipples were still hard and again his mouth filled with saliva at the sight of them. Before he could move towards her she undid the button on her tiny shorts and eased the tight fitting denim over her hips and ass grabbing her g-string in the same movement, so that when she stood he could see her completely naked for the first time. She had a flat belly and tiny waist that flared out to full sensational curves. Her neatly trimmed bush was centred within a tiny triangle of creamy soft skin. She obviously only sunbathed with only bikini bottoms on. Pete licked his lips as his imagination took him between her legs to what promised to be a hot, wet pussy. As she stepped towards him he dragged his gaze back to her face and she lifted his shirt off over his head and then slipped his shorts down over his hips, pushing them to the floor. She knelt down to remove them from his feet and then softly stroked his legs with her fingertips, brushing the hair at the top of his thighs with her nails. His cock was rigid with desire, flexing and straining to get near her. She gently wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of it splaying the rest of her fingers across his belly. He gasped, his knees buckling a little at the force of the reaction he had to her touch. He looked down at her and found her looking up at him, running her tongue over her sweet lips. "Can I suck your cock?" Pete groaned, "God yes." Tricia chuckled softly at his reply and keeping her eyes locked with his she extended her tongue and slipped her wet hot mouth over the head of his cock. She ran her tongue slowly around the head and then slipped it underneath, moving her head back and forth over the full length of his rock hard dick, moistening his velvety soft skin. She closed her eyes and moaned onto his cock slurping on her saliva and his pre-come. Sucking him into her mouth tightly she squeezed the muscles at the back of her throat, swallowing hard, milking the head of his cock for all she could. Pete was in heaven. He could feel his orgasm coming from deep within his body, surfacing achingly slowly. He stiffened his stance, twisted his fingers into her hair and gently thrust his hips into her face. With every forward movement she would swallow the head of his dick and make moaning noises that would vibrate through the length of his dick. Before he could really grasp how much he was enjoying himself he felt the surge of hot cum flow from his body, his head filled with light and noise and he could vaguely hear himself off in the distance roaring as he filled Tricia's sweet mouth with his juice. He continued to whimper as she slurped, licked and sucked all the juice from his wilting dick. Pete reached down and helped her up bringing her face to his he held her gaze and she blushed. He planted a kiss on her salty wet mouth and dipped his tongue tentatively into her, tasting himself for the first time. "That was amazing," he said huskily. "I aim to please," she whispered. She ran her tongue over her lips seductively and gave his ass a quick slap. His eyes flew open in surprise at the gesture and he grinned broadly at her. "I think it's time you got what you deserved don't you?" Tricia smiled up at him with dreamy eyes. "I've been really bad Pete. So very, very bad." Pete swallowed hard at her implication and drew her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her down over his knee. Her eyes lit up and goose bumps covered her body. "Bad girls deserve to be punished," he growled at her. Tricia's breathing quickened as she settled over his knee, her beautiful soft creamy ass just inches from his face. She bent her knees against the arms of the couch and leaned her chin on her hands looking back over her shoulder at him. "Give me what I deserve." Pete gathered her long hair in his hands, holding it firmly in the middle of her back so she couldn't easily move her head. With his free hand he stroked her ass and thighs, down her calves and feet and back to her soft ass. He leaned over and kissed her ass cheek, nibbled at the soft flesh. As delicious as he'd imagined. Tricia wriggled encouragingly.He moistened his forefinger and slipped it in between the crack of her ass, stroking her tight little hole. Tricia squirmed and spread her legs a little. "Mm you like that do you?" Pete whispered. "Oh yes," Tricia murmured, "I love it. It feels so good, it's making my pussy wet." Pete's heart was thudding loudly in his chest and he could feel his spent cock stirring between his legs. He slipped his middle finger between her legs, dipping it gingerly into her juicy wet hole. "Oh yes your pussy is wet and very juicy." Pete pulled his finger out of her and tasted her. "Fuck that's good. I want to eat your pussy and fuck you hard," he murmured. Tricia shuddered as Pete stroked his hand over her ass and thighs, sliding his finger back into her pussy, twisting it in and out of her warm hole. "But you aren't getting any of that until you tell me just how bad you've been." Pete demanded. Tricia moaned as Pete continued to finger her pussy, her ass rotating in small circles, her pussy clutching at him. She finally said, "David's brother helped me decorate my new place even though I knew I wouldn't be seeing David again. I don't feel bad about it either." Pete raised an eyebrow at her confession and without warning pulled his finger from her cunt and brought his open hand down across her full round cheeks slapping her hard. Tricia jumped and squealed and Pete tightened his hold on her hair. He rubbed the red welt where he had struck her. "What else?" He demanded roughly. Tricia was panting and Pete noticed that her pussy was glistening with moisture and he longed to have the full taste of it in his mouth. He slapped her again and she moaned. "I said, what else?" Tricia gasped, "Um my boyfriend cheated on me and I gave his brother a blow job to get back at him!" Pete slapped her reddened arse, as hard as he could and then did it again and again. Each time Tricia squirmed and yelped but never asked him to stop. "What a slut you are." He slapped her again, across the tops of her thighs. "I suppose you are going to let him fuck you as well? And eat your pussy? And finger your tight little arse hole?" Tricia was crying out with every stroke and if it hadn't been for her soaking pussy Pete would think she wasn't enjoying it. "What else do you have to confess slut?" Tricia was writhing and her pussy was wetting his thigh. "I liked sucking Pete's cock more than David's," she whispered. Pete froze. He hadn't wanted to think of her with his brother, anger flared within his chest and he raised his hand to spank her again. Instead he leaned forward and kissed her red-hot ass cheeks. He stroked her long legs, gently pushing them apart exposing her glistening gaping labia. He slipped a finger deep into her cunt and probed around her wet hole, stroking his finger in and out of her, finding her g-spot and rubbing the spongy nub as Tricia clenched her pussy. He dipped his thumb into her pussy and then slipped it between her delicious arse cheeks to rub at her tight little hole. Tricia was bucking against his hand, pressing into him. He slipped another finger inside her pussy and felt his cock stiffen as she groaned with pleasure. The Other Brother Ch. 02 My thanks to Lit member 'Drew' for reading this story and helping me to edit it. He generously gave me some great tips and there are some lines in there that he was able to re-work for me and they are so much better. Thank you kind sir. Pete drove along the coast with the window down, the fresh salt air blowing in his face. He pulled his foot back off the pedal when he realized he was 10km over the speed limit. He was anxious to get to the beach house but not so anxious he was willing to kill himself. Thoughts of Tricia made his cock stiffen and he shifted uncomfortably in the leather seat. He'd not been able to believe his luck when she'd first made a move on him. Since getting together a month ago when she'd said 'no strings' before they fucked for the first time, they'd not been able to leave each other alone. He thought about what attracted him to her. Deep green eyes that darkened when she was cumming, long chestnut hair that brushed his thighs and belly while she was sucking his cock. She was tall with firm round breasts, her caramel colored nipples hardened to tight buds when he nibbled them. She was trim with a flat belly and full hips, long slim legs and a tan that went everywhere but her pussy and ass. Even her slender elegant feet were a sensation. Placing kisses on her instep, licking her ankles and kissing up the inside of her calves got him excited. There wasn't anything he didn't fancy. At first it was just fuck dates. No dinners, no drinks, no conversation, just meeting somewhere, usually her place, clothes off and then fucking. Blissful, orgasmic, long sessions of fucking and surprisingly, spanking when she felt like it. But something had changed the last time few times they were together. He'd felt a shift in the silent moments between them, a comforting feeling and a willingness to be near each other for more than sex. The side road he was to take came up on his right and he pulled into what appeared to be a dirt track amongst the trees. After driving for a bit he came to a clearing with a faded blue wood-clad cottage with white chipped windowsills. Long strands of seashells threaded onto twine hung from the tree branches, tinkling as they brushed against each other in the wind. Driftwood was heaped at the door and a doorknocker in the shape of an anchor, all very fitting, if not clichéd, for a house by the coast. He got out of the car, his senses soothed by the smell and sounds of the ocean. He grabbed his bag from the back seat and hurried to the front door, knocking and opening it at the same time, giving Tricia no time to answer. "Hey I'm here!" He entered in through the kitchen and open plan living area. The room was simply furnished with white-washed floor boards, neutral colored sofas facing a wood-burning stove and some over-sized cushions piled in a heap on the floor. The floor to ceiling glass doors at the back of the house opened onto a long wooden terrace. Pete stopped, momentarily stunned by the view: white sand, turquoise ocean, protective sand dunes on either side and long tussock grasses waving in the breeze. He dropped his bag and went outside, drawn by the sound of the waves rolling on the shore and the need to find Tricia. To his right was a large sun umbrella providing shade for two chaise lounge chairs, both empty but for two discarded beach towels. On the other side, two Adirondack chairs faced the ocean view. He could see a couple of women swimming in the rolling surf. He recognized the long dark hair of Tricia and waved until she signaled back. Both women ran from the water but Pete only had eyes for one. It'd been a week since he'd seen her, had masturbated several times but nothing was as good as seeing her in the flesh. As usual she was topless and wore just her bikini bottoms, which covered her pussy with a small triangle of cloth. She looked like a goddess coming up the beach towards him. Water streamed from her long chestnut hair, dripping down the curves and valleys of her amazing body. She'd spent some time sunbathing since he saw her last week and her all over tan was deeper and darker. Her delicious firm breasts were almost the same color as her nipples. Her round voluptuous hips rolled suggestively as she walked in the soft white sand. He was so engrossed in watching her he didn't even notice her companion. "Well hey there you! You're early." Tricia pulled her wet body up against Pete's, her nipples, hardened by the cold water, pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her cool brown body, kissing her salty lips. "Mm, I couldn't wait to see you. I think I was speeding most of the way here." Tricia smiled, pulled from his embrace and picked up a towel off the chaise. "Pete this is our neighbor Bridget. Her place is just over the dunes. She's the local wildlife officer down here. Bridget, this is Pete." Pete dragged his gaze from Tricia and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Something must be wrong with him to have not noticed her. Bridget was taller than Tricia and fuller in the bust, hips and thighs. Everything about her was round and soft but she wasn't fat, she was sexy. Tricia had hipbones jutting out over her flat belly. Bridget's hips bones were non-existent, just roundness that dipped into a hollow before swelling again over her lower belly. Her blonde curly hair was shoulder length, her eyes the color of dark chocolate and her tan seemed endless too. What is it with these girls and their gorgeous beautiful skin? He thought. Her white bikini was equally as small as Tricia's but she'd opted for the bikini top. It too, had tiny triangles that covered her rock-hard nipples and not much more, with the bulk of her full breasts bulging out from under the ties. The bottoms covered her pussy but Pete could make out her fleshy lips through the nearly see through fabric. His cock stirred with the sight of both sexy women in next to nothing. "Pete, nice to finally meet you. Tricia's talked about you all week." Pete blushed, realising he'd been staring at her a little too long. "Bridget, nice to meet you too. Ah, Tricia didn't mention you at all." "Ha! That'd be right. I'm only good for wine and late night chats eh Tricia?" Tricia grinned at her friend, her breast brushing up against Bridget's arm as she moved to stand next to Pete. "Sure thing babe. But what great late night chats, yeah?" Bridget giggled and flashed a look at Pete before picking up her towel and drying herself. "Girls? Something I should know?" Tricia grinned. "No Pete, it's all good. C'mon lets get some drinks." Tricia took his hand and led him to the kitchen. She pulled him into the walk-in pantry, out of view and pressed him against the shelves. Sliding her cool brown arms around his neck she tipped her mouth up to kiss him. "I missed you this week. Not just inside me, I actually missed you. It feels odd when you're not around." She kissed him and his head spun with desire. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. He settled his hands on her waist, his fingers splayed around her back, his thumbs pressing in on either side of her belly button. He could feel her quivering under his touch. She kissed him softly, and then as she probed her tongue around his mouth, he slid his hands over her plump ass, grinding her against his cock. He squeezed her cheeks, pulling them apart, his long fingers snaked down toward her thighs spreading her ass cheeks even further until he could feel the outer lips of her pussy open. Tricia rubbed herself against him and groaned softly into his mouth. Pulling away, she bit his bottom lip suggestively. "Mm baby, that feels good." "Tricia? Get rid of Bridget." Pete growled as he nibbled on the crease between her shoulder and neck. Tricia demurred, "Pete I can't. I asked her to stay. C'mon it won't be for long. We've got all weekend. There's no hurry. Once she's gone you can fuck me whenever and wherever you want!" Pete licked the salt from her shoulder, looked her in the eye and saw the same passion he felt. He cupped her breasts and she inhaled sharply as he pinched her soft nipples lightly, rolling them in his fingers. He longed to hold them between his lips. "As soon as she's gone, I want you on your back with your legs spread. You hear me?" Tricia giggled. "Aye, Aye Captain! C'mon." Tricia grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. "You coming?" She asked. Pete grimaced and pointed at the front of his pants where his throbbing penis was straining to be sated. "Not 'til this goes down, no!" Tricia bit her lip, grinning like a naughty schoolgirl. "Oh, I'm sorry. Come out when you can." As she left, Pete groaned and grabbed at his cock, squeezing it and trying to think of things that would lessen the excitement for him. His brother fucking Tricia before she dumped him and hooked up with Pete (ugh, that made him angry), his Mother and Father having sex (oh Jeez no...nearly there), paint drying (that helped). His cock semi-deflated, Pete grabbed a beer for himself and went outside. The women looked up at him as he pulled up the Adirondack chair and placed it between the two chaise lounges. "You right there, Pete?" asked Bridget with a knowing smile. They were semi-reclining with their knees bent and their feet spread. Pete could see their full pussy lips between their legs, admittedly covered by the fabric of their bikini bottoms but his mind went straight to folds of sweet flesh, moist dark holes and the taste of pussy on his tongue. Bridget's large breasts rested against the swell of her belly, the bikini top straining against the gravity and weight of her fleshy tits. Her thighs were bigger than Tricia's but still firm and brown. He briefly imagined himself between them, holding the flesh in his hands, pounding her pussy until she climaxed. His now very confused cock, sprung to life again. "Hmm? Oh yeah. All good thanks." He said, covering his crotch with the beer bottle. Pete daydreamed and half listened to them talk about the book Tricia was writing and about Bridget's job. He gave the right responses at the right moments but was happy just to watch the two of them. He noticed they touched each other a lot. There was nothing weird about it but they'd reach across and touch an arm or shoulder. Bridget would occasionally glance at Tricia's bare breasts. Small crystals of salt water had dried on Tricia's skin and her soft nipples. Pete thought Bridget was unaware she was licking her lips. He couldn't be sure but he thought Tricia was sneaking glances at Bridget too. Hmm, he wondered, just what, if anything was going on? After several more beers, Tricia got up. "Right then you two. I'm off for a shower. Bridget did you want to come over later and have some dinner with us?" Bridget glanced at Pete and smirked at his hangdog look. "Ha! No thanks honey, your Pete looks like someone just stole his Christmas present." Tricia smiled at Pete, put her hands on his knees and leaned forward, her breasts now tantalizingly close enough for him to flick with his fingers. "What's wrong baby?" Pete shook his head. "Nothing, nothing at all." He couldn't resist. He took a nipple and tugged it between his finger and thumb, twisting and rolling it firmly. He knew hot sparks would be shooting into her pussy and she would be getting wet. Tricia gasped, her mouth open and inviting. He longed to slip his cock into her and have her tongue him until he came. She panted lightly as he played with her. "Um...Bridget...maybe tomorrow? We should catch up again tomorrow?" said Tricia in a barely audible whisper. Bridget laughed delightedly. "God, are you two going at it already? You're right Tricia, you are like two horny rabbits. I'll see you tomorrow." Pete looked over Tricia's shoulder and winked at Bridget. "Thanks Bridget. See you later." She really was a stunner and the complete opposite of Tricia's body shape. Pete realized it just goes to prove it doesn't matter your size or shape, sexy is just sexy. As she walked back through the cottage he admired her again. The round tanned cheeks of her big ass, her full thighs, trim waist and lovely strong back. He focused his attention back to Tricia, pulling sharply on her nipple, dragging her towards him, his mouth finding hers, his tongue thrusting into her savagely while he twisted her rock hard nipples until she cried out. "Pete! Fuck...oh...God...yes." "How's that baby? You like that don't you? Mm, your nipples are so delicious, I just wanna get them in my mouth." Tricia's eyes were closed, her knees were buckling and he guessed her pussy would be sweetly wet. She bent down so she was squatting between his legs, his fingers not letting up their assault on her tender flesh. "Trisha? Remember what you said in the kitchen? Well that was an hour ago baby. Bridget's gone now, so get on your back." Tricia's eyes were glazed as he helped her to her feet. She lay back on the sun lounger and Pete peeled off her bikini pants, his gaze falling to her neatly trimmed bush. She'd shaved some more since he saw her last and there was now a triangle shape just like the pants he'd removed. He wondered, briefly, how she'd managed to do that. Then she pulled her knees back, spreading herself wide for him. All thoughts, not involving fucking her, left his blood-starved brain. "Um, Pete do you think we should take this inside? Someone might be watching." Pete looked around at the deserted coastline, the sand stretching to the outcrop of rocks at the end of the cliff. He couldn't see if anyone was in the dunes but then the thought they were watching was a turn on. Anyone seeing them would be in for a treat. "Let them. You said I could fuck you whenever and wherever. I want to fuck your sweet tight pussy here and now." Pete took off his shirt and jeans, his now stiff cock at attention and looking for relief. He knelt on the lounger in front of her relieved it was sturdy enough for the two of them. He spread his knees on either side of her ass and grabbed her ankles, pushing them back further. She grunted as her ass lifted higher off the lounger. He slid both hands under the small of her back to support her and licked her from her beautiful pink ass hole to the top of her cleft. Tricia was shaking and moaning, his tongue digging into her, slipping up and down her warm, fleshy dark folds. He buried his face into her, the soft trimmed hair on her mound smelled of salt and pussy and he shuddered as the aroma reminded his brain that this was the smell of pleasure. He teased her hole, dipping in and out, coaxing her sweetness into his mouth. If he had the will power he would've feasted on her for longer, bringing her to climax before fucking her. But his cock wasn't going to last. A week was too long to go without her. He sat up, kneeling before her, his thighs against her ass cheeks. He pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. "I've missed you." He pushed himself into her. Tricia cried out at the intrusion of his hardness that stretched her inner lips and hole. Pete watched in awe as his length pierced her core. With every withdrawal, his cock was wetter, her juice spreading over her tight outer lips. It was always amazing. "You pussy looks so good." Pete panted. Breathlessly Tricia replied, "Fuck me! I've waited all week for this. Please fuck me hard." He needed no other encouragement. He pressed his hands onto her thighs and fucked her. He marveled at her full brown tits bouncing back and forth with the momentum, wishing he could bite and suck them. He watched her panting and moaning and it wasn't long before she was going to cum. He'd learned the signs; her skin would get flushed, her nipples would peak and she'd open her mouth to cry out. She'd screw her eyes shut and every muscle in her body would tense. "Pete, oh God...don't stop." Pete felt her pussy close in around his length, felt it squeezing and clutching at him. The tight slippery cavern was too much for him and he felt his balls empty into his cock. He came, spurting warm cum deep into her pussy. He shuddered and gasped with every pulse of his cock, sweat running down the length of his back. He slid his juicy dick from inside her, reluctantly got off the lounger and stood next to her, watching as his cum and her juices slaked her lips, pooling under her. "Tricia, baby?" Pete squatted down beside the sun lounger, his long fingers stroking her quivering belly, tracing circles around her perfect nipples. Tricia smiled dreamily at him. "It's only been a week but God I missed that." Pete grinned. "Me too baby. Me too." She sat up and kissed him on the mouth. "I'm gonna have a quick shower." He couldn't resist watching her beautiful ass cheeks. Not creamy white any more but nut-brown except for a small triangle of white across her ass crack, the product of her new bikini. As if she knew he'd be watching, she swayed her butt seductively as she walked away, her long hair, tousled from the sea salt and their lovemaking, brushing across the middle of her back. He glimpsed the wetness of them both at the top of her thighs. She didn't look back to gauge his reaction. She probably knew already his cock would be at half-mast again. Pete fancied her from the day his brother introduced them, never dreaming for a minute he would get the opportunity to fuck her. Now both Tricia and Pete stood to get something out of being together. He got to sink his cock into the girl of his dreams and she was getting back at his brother for cheating on her. Well, that was the first time they fucked, after that she had insisted it was because it was good. And here they were a month later still fucking like crazy and he thought he might be falling in love with her. He gathered his discarded clothes and her bikini pants. It was really just string with a scrap of fabric in the middle. He followed the sound of the shower to the main bedroom. This too, looked out to the ocean, white sheer curtains billowing in the light sea breeze, similar doors opening out to the terrace. A massive bed was in the middle of the room; beyond that was the bathroom and Pete could see Tricia shampooing her hair in the shower. He threw their things into the corner and went to join her. The wet room had been built purely for the purpose of bathing indulgence. There were large grey marble slabs lining the floor and walls, glass sheets from floor to ceiling giving light and magnificent views to the ocean beyond. There was a deep bath big enough for two, and a double sink against the wall. He stepped into the shower room, behind Tricia, sliding his hands up and over her breasts. She gasped and jumped in surprise then settled back against him. "Hey lover! This is a surprise." The jets of water splashed down upon them both. The water was warm and soothing. He pulled her wet hair to the side and kissed her watery neck, his hands massaging her breasts and rubbing her nipples to a peak, while the liquid snaked around them both. "You looked too good baby. I just can't get enough of you." Tricia rubbed her ass against his cock, urging him to hardness again. He groaned biting her ear lobe, nibbling her neck and sliding his hands down her belly to her pussy. His fingers tugged at her trimmed pubic hair, rubbed against her clit and parted her thighs so his cock could slip between them. He groaned, "God, you're a witch you know that?" Tricia reached behind him to hold onto his ass, pulling him into her. "You feel so good." "It's you. You're so fucking hot. I can't get enough of you." Pete spun her around. He lathered the soap in his hands and started at her shoulders, smoothing and rubbing his slippery hands all over her. He stroked under her arms, her breasts, down her belly and between her legs. He could feel the slimy texture of their combined cum still seeping from inside her. She quivered and shook as he moved his hands effortlessly over her. He reached behind her and slid his fingers up and down the crack of her ass, pausing to press against her ass hole, his firm hot cock slipping between her soapy thighs. The Other Brother Ch. 02 "Turn around baby." Pete said as he pressed her against the cold marble wall. Tricia gasped. "Fuck that's cold! Ooh no! It's too cold...Pete, please!" Pete kept his hand on the middle of her back and pressed the full length of him against her so she couldn't move. "It'll pass, just wait." She was moaning and panting and he couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain but he knew her well enough to know she didn't mind either way. He pushed her legs out wide and bent his knees grabbing his rigid cock he slid it between her lips and into the entrance of her pussy. "Put your foot up." He demanded gruffly. She did as she was told, placing it onto the built in seat, exposing her hole and widening her entrance. He thrust himself into her and they both cried out as his length filled her. He held her hips and squeezed them, pulling her against him as he pounded her still wet pussy. Fucking her was always good but he couldn't get deep enough into her. He loved thrusting into her from behind, his cock plunging into her depths. "Baby, bend over." He breathed into her ear. Pete pulled his cock from her and the water jettisoned on his hardened tool and beat against the purple swollen head. She leaned over, her hands on the ledge, her round firm ass in the air. He positioned himself behind her and pushed the swollen head of his cock into her pussy again, her tight cavern closing around him. All he wanted to do was fuck her and fuck her. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and watched the water cascade down her crack and over his cock and balls. He closed his eyes and pounded her, pulling her ass back and forth against his belly and thighs. "Rub your clit. I want you to cum on my cock. It's so good. Cum hard for me baby." Pete was struggling to keep it together. Tricia reached between her legs and sought out her clit. She shuddered as she rubbed it with her finger, pressing her outer lips aside, her fingers brushing the base of his cock as she flicked her finger around and around the nub. As she got close to cumming she was thrashing it harder and faster, her knees buckling, her ass trembling. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah. Pete, I'm cumming!" Pete pulled her hips back even harder, his cock banging against the top of her canal. She was sobbing now, her pussy contracting around him. He wanted to fuck her for hours but even he could feel his cock getting tender with every thrust. Tricia's head was bowed down, her wet hair falling over her face and shoulders, brushing against her sensitive nipples. Her crushing pussy walls stroked him into cumming and for the second time that afternoon he filled her with his cum. His penis was finally spent, for now. He slipped from inside her and turned her round to hold her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her back as the water sluiced over them both, deciding that tonight he'd tell her he loved her. The Other Brother "I wanna lick your clit, roll over." Tricia flipped over, scooting backwards up the couch. She spread her legs wide, one over the edge of the sofa onto the floor. The other onto the high back, her heel digging into the soft furnishing. She thrust her hips up to meet Pete's hand, her breasts rocking back and forth. Pete moved down between her legs and licked his lips. Her pussy was beautiful and wet and the smell of her drew him closer to her clit. He thrust two fingers into her hot pussy again and extended his tongue, flicking it over her hardened bud and she cried out, pushing herself onto his face. He pulled his fingers from within her and she cried out again, this time in protest, but only until he prised her cunt open and thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy. Alternating between her clit, her hole and slipping his tongue down between her ass cheeks, Pete had finally found his ideal heaven. "Fuck Pete, I'm coming. I'm coming don't stop, please don't stop." Pete kept up the assault on her pussy not pausing as she spurted hot juice into his face, not stopping as she tensed, screaming his name over and over. She reached down and pushed his face off her now sensitive clit, she was panting and there was a sexy flush to her cheeks and chest. Pete crawled up over her and planted a kiss on her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist pulling him on top of her. His now hard dick was nestled between her damp pussy lips, the head tucked nicely between the crack of her arse. "Oh yeah that feels good," he mumbled. Tricia reached down between them and grasped his sensitive cock in her hand. "Ooh now that feels good too!" She tugged at him until his glans was at the entrance to her wet pussy. She rubbed it up and down, brushing him against her clit. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Fuck me Pete...fuck me hard." Pete steadied himself above her and waited until she had brought his cock down to her pussy. He tensed and thrust himself deep into her tight wet cavern. Her eyes and mouth flew open in surprise and she cried out as she felt the full length and breadth of him buried to the hilt within her cavity. She tightened her legs around his waist, bringing her hips up to his and grabbed hold of her nipples in her hands and tweaked and pulled on them as Pete built up a steady rhythm. Tricia lay back playing with her breasts, holding them for him to lean down and nibble on. "Ooh yeah Pete, that's it. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me harder baby, I can take it. I'm a fucking whore. Just fill me with your cum Pete, fuck me." Tricia was in a daze and Pete could see that she wasn't far from coming again. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up over his shoulders and thrust himself deeper into her. She cried out and clung to his arms as he thrust harder into her pussy until he felt his own orgasm once again, rise at full throttle. "I'm gonna come Tricia," he gasped. Tricia reached down between her legs and started thrashing her clit. As Pete felt his life force leave him for the second time that night he felt Tricia's pussy walls tighten around his wilting cock, squeezing and milking him as she too came again. Her legs fell away from him and he lay across her, listening to her heart beat madly in her chest. They were both covered in perspiration and Pete could feel himself get drowsy. Tricia was stroking his shoulders lightly with her fingertips and Pete nestled himself onto her breasts, every now and then flicking his tongue out to taste her nipple. "Pete?" she asked. "Mmmm?" he murmured. "Do you want to fuck again?" Pete felt the blood rush from his head to his cock and he experienced a moment of dizziness. "Again? Really?" he stammered. Tricia giggled, "Yeah it was fun. I'd love to do it again." She looked so eager and excited that Pete was overwhelmed. "Anytime you want to," he said firmly.