9 comments/ 285592 views/ 61 favorites Alone With Alison By: SexyBeast For Diana The story I feel I have to share started when my brother left his fiancée. Ted came home from work early one day and caught Maggie in bed with one of her ex-boyfriends. Of course she had a raft of excuses, how it was only the one time and she really loved Ted and it would never happen again. But of course my baby brother was smarter than that. He packed up that day and never looked back. I’d moved west when I married my husband, Mike, but our sister Mary still lived close by and Ted was able to stay with her. But it was just a few months later when Ted called me. He caught me at work and I was glad for the interruption. It was the middle of the summer and things were dead. Nobody does business in the summer and since I work for an office machine supply company I had nothing to do but play with millionth game of Solitaire on the computer. And besides, Ted and I had always been very close, despite the five years between us. For a long time Ted was my closest friend, but with me living so far away we had grown apart. “Ted! I am so glad to hear from you! How are things going out there?” It was late on a Friday afternoon and typically I was the only one left in the office. “Hey big sis. You know how things are. Sometimes, good sometimes bad.” Ted sounded down and I could tell something was wrong. “What is it? Did Maggie try to contact you again?” “Why do you think something’s wrong?” “Honey, I can read you like a book. Now tell Alison all about it. I promise to make it all better.” “Actually there is something you could do for me, but I don’t know. I hope it’s not too much to ask.” Now it sounded serious. “So tell me. Do you need money?” “No, no. It’s nothing like that. Well, I guess it is something like that. You see, I need a place to stay.” “What about Mary? Did something happen?” I love my sister dearly, but I know she can be a bitch sometimes. “Don’t get all down on Mary. Nothing happened. It’s just things are getting more serious with her boyfriend and he asked her to live with him. And I don’t think the three of us living in the same apartment would work out. Simon and I really don’t get along. He just doesn’t like me.” “Come on, how could anyone not like you. You’re my favourite person!” “I think having me around cramps his style, you know. Think maybe he has a problem getting busy with Mary when her brother is right in the next room,” Ted laughed. “Ha! Mike never had that problem. When we stayed at Mom and Dad’s last Christmas he screwed me with everyone in the house.” “Alison, I’m shocked to hear you talk like that!” I knew Ted was always teasing. When we were younger we were very open. Ted always came to me for advice when he discovered girls and in return I gave him the benefit of my experience, such as it was. “So how can I help you? Down payment on an apartment?” “Not exactly. Glad to hear what you said about Mike, though. Cause what I need is to stay with you guys for a while. It’s either that, or move back in with Mom and Dad and that’s something I don’t want to do at twenty-four.” “But what about your job?” I asked. Ted was an assistant manager at a Pizza Hut, not a great job I know, but he was next in line to get his own store. “There are stores everywhere. I’m sure I can get transferred to one there. It might set me back a few months, you have to do what you have to. So what do you say?” “You know I would love to have you stay with us for a while, honey. I do have to ask Mike, though. I can’t say yes for him.” “I understand that. Could you talk it over with him and let me know?” “Sure, but don’t worry. I don’t think Mike will have a problem. I’ll call you over the weekend, promise.” “Thanks Alison.” “No problem.” “Love ya, sis.” “Right back at you.” The more I thought about it the more excited I got about the idea. It would be great having Ted stay with us. Mike and I had a four bedroom house and it was just the two of us, so it wasn’t like space was a problem. Ted had never been a major partier, so I knew noise wouldn’t be a problem. Mike does like his privacy, but I knew I could sell it. He wouldn’t even know Ted was there. I planned on seducing my husband to make it go easier. Our love life had been lackluster for the last couple months anyway, since Mike started his new job. It was lot more money than his previous one, but a lot more stress came with that and lately a lot of travel. His company was trying to open a new divisional office in Houston and Mike was flying down there for a week at a time at least once a month. It seemed like we hardly ever had time alone together anymore and when we did he was always preoccupied. He promised things would be better when everything was settled in Houston, but I was tempted to tell him that the money wasn’t worth it if the job was going to make him miserable. So that Saturday night I told Mike I wanted take out. It was a place we ordered from all the time and right after Mike left to pick it up I called back and asked them to stall my husband for fifteen minutes or so. I ran all around the house getting things ready. First thing I lost the t-shirt and shorts I’d been wearing all day and slipped into the sexiest white lace bra and panty set I owned. Mike loves my breasts, a firm, large B-cup, and they looked great in this bra. It was so sheer that my nipples, which Mike had always compared to ripe strawberries, showed right through. Over the lingerie set I pulled on a short, gossamer kimono I’d gotten at my bridal shower. I never wore much make-up, but that night I chose my sluttiest red lipstick. There wasn’t much I could do with my blonde hair, which falls an inch or two past my shoulders, in that short amount of time so I just teased it out. I lit a dozen candles in our living room and turned out all the lights, put on one of Mike’s Steely Dan CDs and waited for him on the couch. Right on cue, Mike came home bearing several cardboard containers of Chinese food. “Hey, honey, where are you? Why is it so dark in here?” Mike called from the kitchen. “Just bring the food into the living room.” Mike came in and stopped in his tracks. It had been a long time since I surprised him like this. Seeing him speechless I smiled. “Do you like your appetizer?” I was lounging on the couch, with my legs crossed. I think I have pretty nice legs for being five foot five. “Looks pretty good from here,” Mike said, setting the food down on the coffee table. “Then you should come and have a taste,” I told him. I lifted my legs so Mike could sit and then laid them across his lap. Mike leaned in a kissed me. I’ve always loved my husband’s lips. While we kissed he pushed my robe open and he cupped my breast, stroking my nipple with his thumb, making me gasp into our kiss. My nipples are so sensitive, I think having them teased is my favourite thing. My nipple hardened under his touch, tingling as blood rushed to it. He broke our kiss and I saw he had the plum sauce in his hand. Mike took off the lid and pushed the bra strap from my shoulder, baring my breast. Tipping some plum sauce onto my breast, Mike flicked his tongue, spreading the warm sauce across was nipple and licking it up. It felt so good! His lips followed his tongue and he gently sucked on my nipple. I held Mike’s head and felt my heat growing. He pinched and rolled my other nipple while he sucked at the one. Then he exposed my other breast and leaning up between my legs and suckled each nipple, teasing back and forth until I was going crazy. I pulled Mike’s polo shirt off over his head and pulled him on top of me to kiss him. I think Mike is still in pretty good shape for thirty-three. Sure he’s not the hard body he was when we met seven years ago, but life gets in the way. With work he just doesn’t have time to workout the same way he did before. And Mike’s brown hair is thinning on top, but at least he doesn’t try and hide it. Mike is my husband and to me he is still as handsome as the day we met. Things really sped up then. I could feel Mike grinding his cock into me even through his jeans and we both clawed to get them off. Once Mike was naked he was on top of me, pulling at my panties. I was very wet from his playing with my nipples, but I could have used a little more foreplay before he tried to shove it into me. Even so, I was ready for him. I had one leg over the back of the couch and he shoved into me, filling my wet pussy. Mike’s got a really nice cock. He wasn’t too big, but I’ve never been a size queen. He was big enough to get the job done. Mike held himself over me and shoved his cock in and out of me. He was hard, but I could tell not as hard as he could have been. Still, he thrust it into me, hard and fast and I gripped him inside me. It was the most attention he’d paid me in weeks and I loved it. “Yes, Mike!” I moaned. “That feels so good!” “Mmm, honey, I love you. You feel incredible,” Mike grunted. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts and put my arms around his neck. Despite the central air, sweat ran off of Mike’s forward, dripping down and his breathing was getting heavy. I knew he was getting close. His cock felt like it was swelling inside me. I was getting close to cumming, I wanted him to hold out so I could cum with him. “Baby, hold out please, just a little longer,” I urged, getting closer and closer. Mmm, it had been so long, I was so ready. Touching myself just wasn’t the same as this. “Yeah…yeah…yeah…” Mike said, but even as he did I could feel him tensing up. “Alllliiisssoonnn…” He moaned, flexing his hips and shooting deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back, holding him in place as I humped back up at him. So close. If he could stay hard just a little longer. My pussy was gripping him like a fist as I worked his cock. But it was all to no avail. I felt Mike’s cock shriveling inside me and he slipped out with a wet pop. I let out a sigh and hoped Mike couldn’t hear the frustration in it. Looked like I would be spending extra time in the shower again tonight. Mike laid on top of me and kissed me. “Alison, that felt so incredible. I can’t believe you set all this up.” I couldn’t help but think, Yeah, while it lasted. I pushed on Mike’s chest and he took the hint and climbed off. I pulled my bra back in place and pulled the kimono closed, but didn’t bother with my panties. I reached for the food. I was famished. “It did feel good, honey.” While we ate I brought up the subject of Ted staying with us. I explained all about the situation with Mary. “Poor guy can’t get a break. Actually, I think it’s a great idea. We me spending so much time on the road lately it will be good to have someone with you here. I don’t like the idea of you being alone so much.” “Really? You don’t mind?” I asked. I didn’t really think he would have a problem, but I didn’t think he would be so enthusiastic either. “No, really it’s a great idea. Besides, I know you’ve missed him living out here. It’ll be great for you two to catch up.” “Thanks, Mike. I love you.” I said, kissing him. “I love you too.” I planned to call Ted first thing in the morning and give him the good news. A few weeks later Ted hitched a U-Haul to his car with all his stuff and drove out to our house. Mike was home that weekend and we both helped Ted carry his stuff in. I had his room all set up with clean sheets and some nice, homey touches. I wanted everything to be perfect for my baby brother. Mike warned me not to spoil Ted, but I wasn’t worried about that. I just knew that he’d had a rough time of it lately and wanted to do everything I could to make things easier for him. We took Ted to dinner that night and over the next week the three of us spent a lot of time together. I was very grateful for the chance to catch up with Ted. He wasn’t a teenager anymore and I found that my little brother had definitely grown up. We were sitting at the bar at a restaurant, waiting for a table to become available and I made a disapproving noise when Ted ordered his third beer in twenty minutes. “Give the kid a break,” Mike said, noting my reaction. “He can drink as much as he wants as long as he can hold it.” I said. Ted laughed. “Don’t worry about me. I could drink you under the table with you weren’t having those fruity drinks.” “I wouldn’t be so sure, your sister could raise hell in her younger days.” I playfully punched my husband in the arm. “Hey! You make it sound like I am over-the-hill. I could still take you, little brother.” “Bring it on. You name the time and the place.” “We can settle this after dinner,” Mike said. “My beeper is vibrating.” And settle it we did. Back at our house, we got out two six packs, two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. Tequila had always been good to me in college, though I knew I would be in for a hell of a hangover in the morning. Mike just sat to the side at the kitchen table, refusing to be involved in the madness. I matched Ted shot for shot through six shots, but I was having trouble keeping up with him on the beer. I never could guzzle too much beer. He could see me struggling with the fourth beer and smiled triumphantly. “Are you ready to throw in the towel?” Ted asked. I have never been one to back down from a challenge. I would be passed out in my chair before I would admit defeat. Mike was sitting to the side, just shaking his head. I tossed back the rest of my beer and reached for another, almost knocking it over. Yeah, the tequila was definitely having an effect. “Why? Are you having problems?” I mocked. “Not me, sis,” Ted said, reaching for his own new beer. Drunk was I was I could tell he wasn’t as drunk as I was, but then he’s a lot bigger than I am, five ten and probably a hundred and seventy-five pounds. Ted’s a good-looking kid who keeps himself in shape. Hell, I would have been interested if he weren’t my brother. “You are both insane. I guess that stubborn streak runs in the family. It’s after midnight, I’m going to bed.” Mike kissed me on the forehead, avoided my tequila breath and said, “Goodnight sweetie, try not to wake me up when you come to bed.” I have to admit, Mike was being kind of a wet blanket, so I was glad he was going to bed. The least he could have done was drink with us. But we didn’t go much longer after Mike went up. After another three shots we called a truce. “Thank God!” Ted said. I don’t think I could handle anymore.” I had to agree, but I wasn’t going to admit it. “Let’s go into the living room and get comfortable,” I said. I stood up and realized right away that was a mistake. I swayed on my feet and luckily Ted was right there. His arm went around me, keeping me on my feet. His hand landed right on my breast and I crushed it into his hand as I swayed. “Hey!” I said when I noticed. “Sorry,” he said and moved his hand, blushing. “It’s okay. I don’t really think you’re trying to feel your sister up.” Actually, I was glad he didn’t notice my nipple get really hard before he took his hand away. Like I said, they are so sensitive and tequila always makes me horny, so my body reacted to the hand on my breast, whether it was my brother’s or not. We both flopped down on the couch, with me leaning into Ted’s shoulder. He felt so strong and I was so comfortable with him that I snuggled into him. “So how have you really been doing?” I asked. “Some days I really miss her, other days I realize that I was lucky I found out what Maggie was really like sooner rather than later. I feel lonely sometimes.” “I’m sorry. You need to stop hanging around with us married people and go out and meet yourself a girl. Come on, I’m sure there are other things you miss.” “Alison! You aren’t asking what I think you’re asking!” “I guess you are forgetting who you came to when you wanted to make sure you’d be ready for your first time.” I laughed. “You can’t hold that against me. I was a lot younger then. I didn’t know what I was doing.” “So you’re Mr. Experienced now?” “I’ve learned a couple things over the years. Okay, if you must know, yeah I miss it. I think this is the longest I’ve gone without getting any since I lost my virginity. I don’t know though, I’m horny, but it’s hard to get psyched to be with someone else. Being with Maggie was just incredible. She could…wow.” “So you’re afraid another woman isn’t going to measure up?” “Not that really. I’m just worried about being comfortable. You’ve been with Mike for a long time now. What if you suddenly had to sleep with someone else?” “Why would I have to sleep with someone else? I don’t think my husband is going anywhere.” “I’m not saying he is. But tell me, how long has it been since you’ve been with another man?” That forced me to think back, something I was hardly in a condition to do. Married for four years and I was with Mike for two years before that. I wasn’t dating anyone when Mike and I met. It had to have been almost seven years! I wasn’t sure whether I should be depressed or happy about that. “About seven years, I guess.” “So after all that time don’t you think you would feel a little weird having sex with someone else? If it came up, I mean.” “Yeah, I guess so. Not that it would ever come up. Mike and I are happy.” It was weird, but at the last moment I decided not to throw a “very” in there. “Is there something up, sis?” Ted asked. “No, nothing’s really going on. It’s just been hard with Mike working so much and him being away so much. It seems like there’s not a lot of time for us anymore.” “And I am sure me being here isn’t going to help. I’m really sorry. If I’d known…” “Don’t be ridiculous. I want you here. I am glad to have you here and I know Mike is too. Actually, I think he feels better knowing you’re here when he has to go away on business.” I gave Ted a big hug. Returning my hug, Ted said, “As long as I’m not getting in the way.” Then he added, with a chuckle, “Just because I’m not getting any doesn’t mean, no one should.” “That’s another story. But hopefully things will get back on track when Mike’s workload lightens up.” “Poor Sis! I thought being married meant having a steady, reliable sex partner.” “Reliable isn’t something I could consider good when discussing sex. It’s supposed to be wild and spontaneous. The best sex is unexpected. Reliable is what you want your car to be, not your sex life.” “Okay, I see your point. So you’re saying you miss wild, spontaneous sex?” It was weird, but sitting there talking about sex was getting me really turned on, even if I was discussing it with my brother. Talking about how sex should be wild and spontaneous had me thinking back on some of my more wild encounters. A few of those encounters had been in my bedroom at home, in the afternoon before my parents got home from work. “As you get older, I guess it sort of changes. And it can’t be all new like it was back in the day forever.” “Well, don’t let your spark burn out completely, because I know your spark used to burn pretty bright,” Ted said, giving me a knowing look. “And how exactly would you know?” I replied, shocked. How would my brother know how wild I was or wasn’t in bed. I’d never told him anything that specific. He must have been thinking of the same thing I was because Ted answered, “You forget, when you used to bring your first boyfriend home after school to ‘study’ in your bedroom that I was only across the hall. I hate to break it to you, but you weren’t very quiet.” God, I could remember those days. I did used to keep it down, I remember, but when I was there in the grove I couldn’t think clearly enough to worry about that. I remember my headboard hitting the wall so hard sometimes it would knock books off my shelves. But still, I’d never given any thought to the fact that my younger brother was across the hall, listening in. Alone With Alison “Why didn’t you say anything?” I sounded more shocked than I really was. “Yeah, like I was going to bring that up to my sister? ‘Hey Alison, can you try not to fuck so loud?’” We both laughed at that. He had a point. “Besides,” he said, looking chagrined to admit the next part, “I was sorta learning things back then. I hope this doesn’t sound too weird, but for a while I judged my sex against that. If the girl was all quiet I didn’t think I was doing a good job.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I couldn’t help but conjure the mental image of my brother as an adolescent, sitting in his quiet room intently listening as my seventeen-year-old boyfriend fucked the hell out of me. I could just imagine him listening while I cried out as I came. That mental image turned me on, which was disturbing. I closed my eyes and the whole thing played out in my mind’s eye. All I could think of to say was, “Not all girls are screamers, Ted.” “Yeah, I figured that out after a while. No thanks to you!” Ted laughed, but I was definitely getting weirded out. I know our conversation had taken its bizarre turn because we’d both been drinking, but I still did not like what I was feeling. It was time for bed. “I had better be going up now. I know I am going to be regretting this in the morning.” “Come on, then. Let me help you to bed. Don’t want you stumbling down the steps.” I tried to manage on my own, but I was still too drunk, so Ted had to help me up. I was all too aware of him against me as we transverse the stairs. He held me effortlessly and his strength seemed to make the ember flowing between my legs burn brighter. His arm was around me and his hand just beneath my breast. When we reached the top of the stairs I told him goodnight and he gave he a tight hug and a quick kiss before sending me off to my room and my slumbering husband. It was the kind of a hug I would have craved from any other man. Mike was out like a light, softly snoring in the dark. It was funny that he warned me not to wake him when I came to bed. A stampede would not have woken him, although in my state I really wanted to. Ordinarily I sleep nude, but I had taken to sleeping in a tank top and panties since Ted was staying with us. I changed into my bedclothes and laid beside my husband. I wanted to sleep, but sleep would not come. The tequila was working its magic too well. That and the thoughts I couldn’t stop from coming, no matter how hard I tried. Was Ted listening every time I was having sex back then? The thought of someone listening in on my fucking was hot and that wasn’t diminished at all by the fact that it was my brother. I couldn’t help myself and as I laid in bed a hand slipped between my legs. I rolled my panties down to my knees and when I touched my pussy it was already damp. I could picture Gordo, my high school boyfriend perfectly. He was cute, but not a jock or anything like that. He’d been a grunge bad boy, with long hair and engineer boots and lots of flannel. His attempts to go down on me were laughable and whenever I went down on him he came in about thirty seconds, but the sex had been pretty good, all things considered. If I blew him and let him cum before we had sex he could go for a really long time after he got hard again. Gordo had always been a little rough with my breasts, not appreciating how sensitive they are, but we were both learning then. I imagined Gordo on top of me in my white princess bed, the afternoon light streaming into my bedroom through lace curtains. My room was always a mess and our clothes would be on the floor with the rest of the clutter. Gordo had a nice sized cock. It seemed huge to my virginal pussy. I stroked my clit in my marital bed thinking about my first cock and how good it felt. And then I thought about my brother in the next room, in the grip of puberty, straining to hear every sound. In my memory, Gordo and I were very loud. Lying next to Mike I bit my lip as I whimpered and touched myself. My clit was so slick it was hard to keep my fingers on. I lay on my side, facing away from Mike, with my legs parted just enough to reach myself. And while I touched myself I suddenly wondered if Ted had touched himself while he listened to my boyfriend and I. I bet he’d been turned on. Who wouldn’t be? I bet he had. I bet he pulled his little pud while he listened to Gordo and I fuck. That thought pushed me right over the edge and I came as quietly as I could while my pussy soaked my fingers and I tried not to cause enough commotion to wake my husband. As I came down from my orgasm it suddenly struck me…Ted couldn’t hear now, could he? I was very hung over and as Mike packed to go away on another trip to the Houston office I wasn’t much help. He was a good sport about it, bringing me coffee and aspirin in bed, but eventually I did have to get up and drive him to the airport. I just pulled on the most comfortable thing I had. I didn’t even bother with a bra under my t-shirt. Ted ended up coming with us and I cursed him for being so hangover-free. That five-year gap really makes a difference. I just couldn’t deal with drinking the way I’d been able to in my early twenties. Taking Mike to the airport had become such a routine that I didn’t even go inside anymore. He leaned over and kissed me at the terminal and I told him to be careful. “I’m really glad you’re going to be around for a while to keep an eye on Alison, Ted.” Mike said, as he got out of the car and Ted moved to the front seat. “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best.” “Well, you guys have fun while I’m gone, but not too much fun. Try to take it easy with the tequila.” I eased out of the airport and back onto the interstate to head home. Both Ted and I were silent. He seemed fine, but I was still freaked out by the things I’d been thinking about last night. I hoped he couldn’t tell because there was no way I was going to try and explain that. Besides, it was just stuff running through my head. I’d really been thinking about Gordo when I was masturbating last night, I told myself, not about Ted. Ted was just the catalyst. While all that confusion was in my head I became aware of a tingling in my chest. I shifted around and realized the edge of the seatbelt was brushing my nipple and had made it nice and hard. Since I hadn’t bothered with a bra both my nipples were showing through my t-shirt. Shit! While at the right times having such sensitive nipples was a blessing, just then it seemed like a curse. The worst part was that the stimulation was turning me on. I tried to turn myself off, thinking of anything I could, before Ted noticed. Luckily I didn’t think he’d be checking his sister’s rack out anyway. But then… “Alison, should I turn down the air conditioning?” Ted asked grinning. I looked to the side and he glanced down at my chest and then back to my face, which as a deep red. Oh God! “Hey, eyes forward! It’s not polite to notice things like that. Especially on your sister!” I said, hoping I sounded amused. Ted found my embarrassment funny. “Take it easy, it could be worse. You could have been caught in the rain.” I just grumbled and kept my mouth shut for the rest of the ride. After we got home I told Ted I was still feeling like crap and went right up to bed. I couldn’t help but wonder. Had Ted been checking me out in the car? No, it had to be my imagination. I was projecting because of that weird fantasy I had. I really had to get a grip, especially since Ted and I were going to be alone for the next week and a half. With a good night’s sleep and some avoidance I was able to pretty much forget about my troubling thoughts about my brother. I was glad the next day was a workday and even though I wasn’t particularly busy I buried myself in my work. By the time I got home, I was happy to see Ted once again. Monday was Ted’s day off and I found him in the kitchen, peering into the freezer. He was getting ready to take his daily run. His upper body has nice definition and his skin was lightly tanned under his tank top. Ted took after our Dad’s colouring, while I took after our mother, burning easily in the sun and tending to freckle rather than tan. I usually shower after work in the summer and I told him, “I’ll try to make sure I leave some hot water for you.” “You should come running with me. Do you ever anymore?” “I haven’t been running in months, probably last fall. It just doesn’t ever seem like I have the time. I wish I did, though, cause I’ve been feeling pretty lazy lately.” “Run upstairs and change then and come running with me,” Ted said. “Nah, not today, but maybe one evening this week.” “I’m going to hold you to that. Can’t let you fall apart in your old age.” “I’ll give you old age,” I laughed, winging an empty water bottle at his head. Ted stuck to his word and he bugged me every day after work for three days until I finally relented. As soon as I got home I traded my work clothes for loose running shorts, an oversized tank top and a sports bra. We walked over to the park near the house and stretched against a split-rail fence at the start of the trail. I put a foot up on the rail and stretched feeling the tightness in my leg. It had been way too long. “You’re going to have to take it easy on me,” I warned. “Is this the same Alison who ran track in high school?” Ted asked. “No, this is Alison ten years older with a job that requires her to sit behind a desk.” “Sure, I’ll take it easy. No worries.” If that first run was his idea of taking it easy I’d hate to see what Ted did when he was going all out. The paved trail winds through woods and it about two miles in length. We took a short break at the far end before turning around and coming back, but I still needed to walk the last half-mile, with a cramping stitch in my side and painful shin splints. Ted was good-natured about the whole thing, not complaining that I was slowing him down. We ran a couple more times that week, but then Ted had to work an evening shift on Friday and I was left to my own devices. I took the easy way out, ordering food in and then curling up on the couch with a book instead of going out and running on my own. I fell asleep on the couch and did not awaken until Ted came home. Ted had turned the lights in the living room out and thrown a blanket over me. That was very thoughtful of my baby brother. I stretched my body taut on the couch and let out a small yawn. I could hear the shower running upstairs and figured Ted must be trying to wash off the smell of Pizza Hut. The shower shut off and I could hear Ted banging around upstairs. I folded the blanket over the back of the couch and headed up for bed. I thought Ted was being unusually loud until I reached the top of the stairs and heard two voices from the far end of the hallway. The master bedroom is right at the top of the stairs and the guest room Ted was using was at the far end of the house. Usually sound didn’t carry that well, but the house was deadly silent. “Cyndy, you need to be quiet,” I heard Ted tell his guest in a hushed tone. “My sister is asleep downstairs.” “It’s not like she’s your mom,” a female voice answered. Ted’s guest sounded very young. “Yeah, but I don’t want to wake her.” “Sure, no problem. I can be quiet.” There was more silence and then I heard the shifting of the bed. I poked my head above the top of the stairs and I could see light streaming from Ted’s door, which was open a crack. I guess since he didn’t think I was awake he didn’t need to bother shutting his door. Without thinking, I sat at the top of the steps, straining to hear what was going on. I thought I heard kissing. There was the rustle of sheets, maybe clothes. The girl, Cyndy, told Ted, “See, I can be quiet.” “Maybe we should just slow down a little bit here,” Ted said, sounding nervous. “I know you didn’t just invite me to hang out up here in the middle of the night.” I could hear mischief in Cyndy’s voice. “Well, uhh…Woah, Cyndy.” “What do we have here? That’s impressive, Ted.” “Uh, thanks. Mmmm, Cyndy.” Now all I could hear was my brother moaning and wet sounds like kissing or sucking. Was that girl going down on my brother? That’s what it sounded like. I could picture the room, the light on the nightstand, the floral comforter thrown back and Ted lying on top of the bed while some blonde bent over and took him in her mouth. When she said that he was impressive, did she mean my brother was big? As I saw Ted lying there in my head, I imagined him with a big cock and I imagined that Cyndy couldn’t quite take it all down, that she was stroking the part of his shaft she couldn’t get into her mouth. I could see her running her tongue up and down his thick cock. My nipples had gotten hard and a gently pinched them through the thin tank top I was wearing. Heat flowed through my body, straight from my nipples to my pussy, like a direct current connection. I really couldn’t hear very much at all, but my mind was filling in the gaps. My pussy was very wet and I had to reach between my legs, to touch it. My hand went inside my shorts and then inside my panties. “That feels soooo good,” Ted moaned. I circled my clit, first teasing it with a fingernail and then rubbing it with the tips of my fingers. I leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, picturing what was going on in the guest room. I knew this is what it must have been like for Ted back in high school, listening in while I had sex, trying to decipher sounds and turn them into pictures in his mind. Did picturing his sister having sex bother him? How many times had he heard me give a blowjob? My hips were jerking in time with my fingers. I could hear Ted’s moans becoming more rhythmic, which I took to mean he was getting closer to cumming. “Cyndy, I’m getting close,” Ted warned. There was a slurping sound and Cyndy answered, “Good,” then fell silent again. I could just see her putting his cock back into her mouth to finish him off. It was so hard to stay silent, to just listen. I knew I was whimpering there in the dark hallway, but I was sure Ted was too busy to notice. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I getting so hot listening to my own brother getting a blowjob? Ted grunted loudly and I just knew what that meant. For a second it flashed in my mind that I was the one going down on Ted and he was filling my mouth with his warm cum, not Cyndy’s. That pushed me over the edge and I stayed as quiet as possible while I came by my own hand. My orgasm seemed to bring me back to reality and I quickly scrambled to my feet and into my bedroom. My panties were soaking wet so I just pulled them off with my shorts. My top followed and I laid on top of the bed with the ceiling fan wafting a light breeze down onto me. I’d thought I was over it, that those thoughts the other night were just the temporary product of tequila and too little sex as of late. But while I hadn’t gotten any more sex, I couldn’t use drink as an excuse this time because I was stone cold sober. I was ashamed that I could ever think of my little brother that way, even if he wasn’t so little anymore. It was just so wrong. I couldn’t hear anything else from inside my bedroom, so I don’t know what they did after that, but I did hear Ted letting his girl out about forty-five minutes later. After that, I fell into a troubled sleep. Ted was working the opening shift the next day, so I was able to knock around the empty house and try to sort things out. I put on the latest Sheryl Crow CD and cranked it up. I could make any sense of what was going on in my head, so I lost myself in cleaning the house and doing laundry instead. The only thing I could tell myself to salve my shame was that they were only thoughts and everybody has thoughts they shouldn’t. Don’t they? And thoughts aren’t the same as actions. The music was so loud that I didn’t hear Ted when he came in. I was actually doing a little dance in the living room to the song ‘Steve McQueen’, swishing my hips and tossing the feather duster into the air like a baton when I heard my brother say, “Very nice, Alison. I think you missed your calling.” I spun around and the duster bopped me on the head, which only made Ted laugh harder. I was embarrassed, but tried not to show it, exaggeratingly swishing my hips and saying, “You really think so?” “Oh yeah, the cleaning bit would go over big. I’d throw some ones at you if you weren’t my sister.” Ted said with a silly grin. All kinds of thoughts sprung unbidden into my mind and I pushed them aside. “You must be exhausted after closing last night and opening this morning.” “It’s not so bad, I’m not too tired. I’m still up for running later.” “We’ll see. It’s like ninety-five degrees outside.” “The heat’s good for you. Don’t be a wuss. Hey, what time did you go to bed last night?” “After midnight. I woke up on the couch. Why do you ask? Afraid I saw you and your friend?” “I, uh, well…” Obviously that’s exactly what he was worried about. “Ted, it’s cool. Really. I’m the one who told you that you should make a new friend. Didn’t think you’d do it so fast, though.” I said with a wink. “It’s not like that.” He caught my look and added, “Well, it’s not really like that. What did you see?” It was my turn to make him red for a change and I found that teasing him made me feel better about what was going on with me. “Don’t worry, stud. I didn’t see anything. I just heard some voices, that’s all. I just came upstairs and went to bed.” That was as much of the truth as he needed to know. “Did you get lucky?” “No!” Ted said, avoiding my eyes. “We fooled around a little. Y’know, some clothes came off, but we didn’t fuck. She wanted to, but I just couldn’t. It didn’t feel right.” “I’m glad you didn’t rush into anything. How did you meet her?” “At work. And don’t say anything about that. It’s all your fault anyway. Our conversation the other night got me thinking and then I was kinda horny and Cyndy was coming onto me and I didn’t stop her.” I had to laugh. “It’s not my fault you let that girl give you head. I had nothing to do with it.” Thoughts of last night flashed through my mind, especially when I imagined it was me going down on him. I walked past Ted, busing myself winding up the vacuum cord. “How do you know…” Ted blurted out, then stopped abruptly. Now it was my turn to grope for words. “I…I didn’t. I was just guessing. C’mon, it’s not like I was listening at the door. You can have a friend over whenever you want. Really, don’t worry about it.” Ted seemed relieved I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. “Okay, cool. I am going to jump in the shower and then we can take our run.” “One thing at a time.” When Ted got out of the shower he bullied me into running with him again and he told me he would meet me downstairs after he threw a load of wash in. I went up to my bedroom to change. I was in my panties and sports bra when Ted came walking into the bedroom. “Hey!” I shouted, using a hand to cover myself between my legs and throwing an arm across my chest. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?” Ted kept coming into the room, carrying a laundry basket, which he set down on the bed. “Don’t be so modest Alison. You probably wear less on the beach. Besides, that’s nothing based on what’s in here.” Ted reached into the laundry basket and pulled out a very lacy lavender bra. He also pulled out a red satin demi-cup one. “Give me those,” I shouted, reaching for my undergarments while Ted danced out of reach. “C’mon, knock it off. Give me those back.” Alone With Alison Ted ran around to the other side of the bed. Instead of going around, I jumped onto the bed and ran across, taking care not to hit the ceiling fan. Ted baited me, holding out the red bra, then snatching it away. I grabbed his shoulder and as he tried to spin away I climbed onto his back. “This isn’t funny! My underwear is private!” I said, but we were both laughing by then. Ted spun around with me on his back and fell forward onto the bed, tucking his hands underneath himself. I straddled Ted’s back and fiendishly tickled him, just like I used to do when we were younger. He was wriggling all over the place, but I squeezed my thighs tight around him, thwarting his escape. Ted heaved to one side, but he couldn’t throw me off. Instead, he just twisted face-up beneath me. “C’mon, gimme!” I shouted, laughing almost as hard as he was. Ted kept my bras tight in both hands, so I redoubled my efforts. Ted tried pushing up, but I just rode his thrusting hips, keeping him in place. “You might as well give up, I’m not going to let you up until I win!” Ted was laughing so hard he was crying, but he refused to relent, so I just went right on tickling. It was the most juvenile thing I had done in a long time and I loved it! But while I was tickling my brother I slowly became aware of his cock pressing against me. It was a big lump in his running shorts and there was no mistaking his arousal. I had my brother pinned between my thighs tickling him and he was turned on. My stomach flip-flopped. For a moment I froze and Ted took immediate advantage. He twisted beneath me and threw me on my back. Now the shoe was on the other foot because I am just as ticklish as Ted. He threw my bras to the side and attacked. Because of the way we flipped, Ted was still wedged between my legs and while I laughed uncontrollably at his dancing fingers I could also feel his big cock grinding down into me and dammit, it was sending jolts of pleasure through me. Instinctively my hips pushed back at him. “Mercy! Mercy!” I shouted through laughter and tears. My chest was heaving as a strained for breath. “Please!” I added and Ted let up, but he stayed where he was and now I was even more aware of his cock. It seemed to throb against me. “You should be more careful, Alison,” Ted said with mock seriousness. “I’m not the pipsqueak you could intimidate when we were little.” Looking up into the handsome face above me, the toned body, I could not see my runty little brother. With every shift of his body the lump of his cock pressed into me, sending shivers through me. I needed him off of me, now, but I couldn’t tell him why. Was I paranoid, or was there something different in his face? In an effort to defuse the situation I shot my hands to his sides to tickle him and throw him off me, but Ted was far faster than me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed. He was leaning forward, his face was so close to mine. Despite the chill of the central air it felt like it was a thousand degrees in my bedroom. The look I’d thought I’d seen a second ago crossed Ted’s face and time seemed to slow to a crawl as he closed the gap between us and his lips met mine. Ted’s kiss was soft and timid at first, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was doing. For my part I didn’t react at all. But then Ted kept kissing me and I could still feel his cock pressed into me and I couldn’t help but respond. He kept my wrists pinned to the bed and we kissed. I don’t know how long we kissed, but Ted finally lifted his lips from me. I blinked up at him, owlishly. In a rush of breath I whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Ted didn’t answer, but his eyes were ablaze and I knew he was going to kiss me again. I struggled against his hands and I turned my head when he leaned down, but he just nuzzled past my unruly mane of blonde hair and kissed the side of my neck. God, his lips were soft. While his kiss was gentle I could feel the passion behind it. My neck has always been my Achilles Heel. I wondered if my brother knew that from his years of eavesdropping my on sex life. When Ted sucked on the side of my neck it stoked the fire inside me and an involuntary moan slipped past my lips. He was grinding down into me again and it felt soooo good. Too good. “Please, Ted, you have to stop,” I protested weakly, with much less conviction than the first time. His weight on top of me felt so masculine. Although everything in mean screamed that it was wrong my body was responding to my brother’s. When he brought his lips to mine again I did not turn my head and when his tongue probed against my lips I opened them and raised my tongue to meet Ted’s. As we kissed I hooked a leg behind Ted’s and I was actively pushing back against him. I wondered if he could feel my wetness through my panties. I knew our forbidden act had me soaked. I was aching for him now. When Ted released my wrists my arms stayed above my head and he slid my sports bra up my body. His lips leisurely made there way from my mine, back down my delicate throat and then to my pale breasts. My nipples were already puckered and tingling, anticipating his touch, but Ted did not zero in on them right away. Instead he cupped my breasts and his arm breath over my nipples made me whimper and he kissed all around my nipples. His lips strayed close and his tongue circled them, but Ted did not touch my nipples. God, he was such a tease. It was like he knew my body as well as his own. “No,” I sobbed. I knew if he didn’t stop now I wouldn’t want him to. But my “no” turned to an “Ohhh,” as he finally descended on my nipples, going from one to the other, sucking them deep between his lips and then flicking them with his tongue. His mouth felt unbelievable. I arched my back and he held me gently, slipping his hands in the small of my back while he feasted on my breasts. He softly tugged my nipples with his teeth and I squeezed my eyes shut while skyrockets went off in my head. I was moaning loudly, having given up any pretense of resistance. If Ted could make me feel that good he could do what he wanted to me. I no longer cared if he was my brother or not. Ted slithered down my body, pulling my panties with him. He knelt on the floor at the side of the bed and grabbed my hips, pulling me to him. He pulled off his tank top and threw it on the floor. Ted lifted my legs and put him over his shoulders. His hands were under my ass and he lifted me to his mouth while spreading me open with his thumbs. His tongued touched and I let out a deep, throaty groan. I couldn’t remember ever being as turned on as I was when my brother started licking my pussy. I clawed at the bed and took handfuls of the sheets while he lovingly kissed me between my legs. I was dripping wet and I heard Ted slurping while I felt his tongue probing inside me, tasting me. He sucked on me while his tongue zeroed in on my clit. I arched off the bed and was cramming my pussy at his eager mouth. Oh God, he was incredible. Where did my little brother learn how to satisfy a woman like this? I moved a hand to the back of his head, holding him to my pussy. I was getting close, so close. It was like a quivering starting with spasms in my pussy and spreading out through my body. My moans and cries grew in volume until I was shouting at the top of my lungs. “YES! YES! YES! GOD YES!” I cried, enthralled by Ted’s licking of my pussy. It had been too long since I had had an orgasm by anyone but myself and all that frustration was leaking out now as I flooded my brother’s mouth. Even as my quivering subsided, Ted still kept busy, passionately kissing my pussy. When Ted moved back up there was no hesitation to return his kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth and judging by how I’d glazed his face I must have been even wetter than I thought. I put my arms around Ted, pulling him down on top of me. I felt his hot cock bobbing between my legs and I knew he’d pulled his shorts off. I experienced a sudden sweep of panic. Everything had been great, but surely we shouldn’t go any further. I could satisfy Ted with him making love to me. That was a step we should not take. Even as those thought spiraled in my head I could feel the head of my brother’s cock pressing against my labia. My lips parted for him and just from his head I could tell that Ted was my little brother in age only. Just nudging the head inside me he opened my pussy up wide, wider than my husband ever had. Ted levered up on his arms slowly slid his cock inside me. “Alison, you feel amazing,” he whispered, sheathing himself in my tight pussy. Long after Mike would have bottomed out Ted kept pushing into me and soon I was stuffed to the gills with cock. My pussy was tightly wrapped around him like a velvet sheath. “Oh, Ted, you know we shouldn’t be doing this,” I moaned as he slipped his cock back out of me. I felt so empty with his cock in me and I wanted him back inside me, no matter what I was saying. “This is so wrong. You can’t fuck your sister,” I whimpered. “Ohhhhh,” I moaned when he slid back inside me. “Teedddd…” “You want me to stop,” Ted breathed. He was penetrating me with slow, smooth strokes now. I wasn’t sure if it was a question or not. “Yesss,” I started, but then he pushed back into me and I moaned, “Noooo. Oh no, Ted.” His cock was so thick I could feel it grazing my clit every time he pushed it back into me. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t ever want him to stop. I didn’t care what it meant, but I wanted my brother to make love to me. Ted’s hips pistoned up and down, driving his cock deep inside me, moving in faster and faster strokes. He was so big it should have hurt, at least a little, but I was so turned on I was soaked and completely open to him. I clawed at my brother’s forearms and churned my hips in circles as I pushed back up to him. I thought the pleasure flowing through me would drive me crazy. I looked up into Ted’s eyes and I saw nothing but love and desire. I could see in his face that Ted wanted me just as much as I wanted him and that he was feeling everything I was. Ted leaned forward on his hands, putting even more pressure on my clit as he thrust into me and I cried out, howling my pleasure. “GOD! YES! TEEDDDDD!” I gasped. Now Ted could hear how loud I really could be without a wall to muffle the sound. I completely let go, giving over to my desire for my brother. It was like Ted could read my mind for as I got closer to my orgasm, he thrust faster and faster into me. “Yessss…Yessss…Yessss…” I gasped, my orgasm rushing toward me like an oncoming train. He moved faster, but did not rush, keeping a steady rhythm. “AHHHHH!” I cried as that train hit me, drove right threw me, taking all sense and restraint with it. My body was rigid and I clung to Ted. I know my pussy was squeezing Ted, pulling on his cock to keep it trapped inside me and I don’t know how he kept from cumming. Every time my pussy would cling like that to my husband he always came in two seconds. Instead, Ted pulled out of my pussy and gently turned me over onto my stomach. My knees were on the edge of the bed and Ted lined up behind me and picked up right where he left off. He felt so much deeper in this position. I hadn’t gotten a good look at it, but my brother’s cock felt absolutely huge. Ted didn’t take it quite so easy this time. He leaned close over my back and hooked an arm beneath me, around my waist and drove his cock into me full force. My whole body lurched forward, but Ted kept me in place and I could feel his balls slapping the backs of my thighs. Again I was crying out his name. “TED! TED!” I shouted. I had barely come down from cumming the first time and another orgasm was on me almost immediately. I trembled, holding myself up on my arms and thrusting back at my brother, impaling myself on that glorious cock of his. My hair was wild, hanging down all around my face and I tossed it around as I looked back over my shoulder at Ted. His face was a mask of desire. “Allli…you have…noooo idea…how long I thought about….this!” Ted grunted out. I felt my juices running down my thighs and I heard the loud, wet sounds of our joining. “Yes, Ted!” I urged. “God, don’t stop! Don’t stop! Ohhh Gooodddd!” “Alll…Allll…Alliiii!” Ted wail cried. He drove his cock into my with a last thrust and I felt his cum jetting deep inside me. Feeling my brother achieving his release inside me gave me my second orgasm and I came right along with him. My senses were reeling. I’d never cum like that before, so quickly, back to back. I was out of my mind as I shook and shrieked beneath my brother. He kept his cock in me until my pussy has drained every last drop from him and then he slipped out, falling onto his back beside me on the bed. “Goddam!” Ted explained, catching his breath. I lay on my stomach beside him, floating on a cloud of well being and happiness. Everything was tingling and my pussy was still throbbing. We just laid there, side-by-side and silent, while the air conditioning and the slowly spinning ceiling fan chilled us. As my feeling of well being retreated, confusion and dread took my place. What had I done? Oh God, I fucked my brother! Oh my God, what was I thinking? How could I let that happen? I pushed off the bed and ran into the bathroom off the master bedroom and slammed the door, locking it. Wisely, Ted did not try to disturb me. I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it and I climbed in, pulling the glass door closed behind me. The bathroom quickly filled with steam, clouding the glass. I let the water sting my skin, turning pale white to pink. Through the steam I started crying and then uncontrollably sobbing. I sagged against the cold tile wall and slid down to sit on the shower floor while the water still beat down on me. I have no idea how long I stayed in there, but it was after the water had gone cold. I’d cried all my tears away, but I still dry sobbed and only the shock of the icy water finally flushed me from the shower. I just couldn’t think about what I’d done. It was dark out when I came out of the bathroom. My bed, the one I shared with my husband, was a mess. The sheets were all torn up and a large wet spot marked where I’d had sex with my brother in that bed. The laundry basket Ted had brought in was turned on its side and my bras and panties were spilled across the end of the bed and the floor. In a rush of emotion I ripped the sheets off my bed and threw them into the corner. Sitting on the bare bed I lowered my head and ran my fingers through my long, wet hair. I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and made my way through the dark house without turning a light on. If Ted was there he was absolutely silent and I did not seek him out. I knew I would have to face him eventually, but it couldn’t be so soon. I took a bottle of wine from the fridge, grabbed a glass and returned to the bedroom, closing the door. I lay on the stripped bed and drank wine until I passed out. Bright sunlight beating through the window and warming my skin awoke me the next morning. I was sore and stiff as I moved and bumped against the overturned wine glass in bed beside me and saw the dark stain where some wine had spilled from it when I passed out. A headache pounded in my brain, thumping to my heartbeat, and through the haze. When I realized the bed beneath me was stripped I remembered what had happened the afternoon before and my dread returned. I wondered if Ted was home and my stomach did a nervous flip-flop. I wanted to hide in my room, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t hide from my brother. I put it off by taking another shower to try and clear my head. I was lucky. When I came downstairs I didn’t find Ted and he wasn’t in his bedroom either. I tried to remember if he had to work, but couldn’t. Great. That just left me alone in a big empty house with nothing to do but think about what had happened. I was overcome with guilt for cheating on Mike. Even if things hadn’t been great lately, that was no excuse. I hadn’t so much as kissed another man since I’d met my husband and now not only had I slept with someone else, I’d done it with my own brother! I had no doubt that Mike had always been faithful. He was strong and honest and just wasn’t the type to tomcat around. Even with all his business trips it never even entered my mind that he could be seeing someone else. Ted finally came home while I was picking at a frozen dinner and sipping a glass of wine. I’d actually been sipping wine all day and as quite buzzed. He walked into the kitchen and just looked at me. “Alison,” Ted finally said. I didn’t know what to say, so I just said, “Ted.” “I’m sorry,” Ted said. He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. “You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t do anything, we did it.” “But you asked me to stop and I didn’t.” I could see he was as upset as I was. “You know I didn’t mean it. You knew I wanted you then.” Ted looked down at the table, unable to meet my eyes. “I should be honest then. I’m not sorry for what happened. I’m sorry if you I hurt you, but I’m not sorry I made love to you, Alison.” I was stunned. “God, what can I say to you? Is there anything I can say to make you understand? You must think I am a pervert.” I reached out across the table and took Ted’s hand. “No, I could never think that. Really, you can’t just blame yourself.” “I dunno. I think it was our talk last week, when we were talking about that sex stuff. I just got me thinking.” “Me too.” Ted looked up at me and then went on. “You have to understand. Back when I was a teenager and I heard you in your bedroom with your boyfriend I was always so turned on. I started touching myself while I listened and not long after that I started imagining what it might be like to be with you. I even sneaked some peeks at you when you changed in your room. I felt horrible about it at the time, but to me you were the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world. I couldn’t even be around you without getting turned on. “After you went away to college and I started getting involved with girls on my own I was able to push all that to the back of mind and just pretend it never happened. But I guess it was always in the back of my mind.” I was speechless. I let what Ted told me sink in and tried to frame a response. It was how I’d imagined it, Ted sitting in his room and masturbating while he listened to me having sex in my bedroom. How could I never have known he started seeing me that way? I guess I was just as self-involved as any other teenaged girl. In a way I was flattered and I felt the protectionist emotions I’d always felt toward Ted spring up. My little brother’s first, formative impressions of sex and desire had been built up around me. Ted’s look was pleading. He needed me to say something and I knew it had to be the right thing. “Ted, listen, you cannot beat up on yourself. You felt what you felt. You couldn’t control it and I’m sure some people would tell you it’s perfectly natural. If I was in your position I don’t know that I wouldn’t have reacted the same way.” I turned red as I admitted, “I have to tell you, when you told me about listening in the other night I was turned on by it. I liked the idea of you listening in.” “Really?” “Yes, really. Now you have to stop feeling so guilty. When we were together last night it felt completely natural. We love each other and we made each other feel good.” I didn’t believe everything I was telling Ted. I knew that it wasn’t okay, but I knew that was what he had to hear. “What about Mike?” Ted asked and I wished he hadn’t.