10 comments/ 65102 views/ 7 favorites How It Happened Ch. 02 By: krys1lvs2read So, this is the second part. I do hope that you enjoy it as much as you did the first. * Hi! My name is Khrystal, Khrys or Khrystie for short. My brother Mikael and I didn't grow up together. My mom didn't stay married to our fathers' for very long and so he lived with his dad. Who, as I'm sure you've realized, is not my dad. Fun woman, isn't she? She was currently on her seventh husband, Chris. So, when Mike and I saw each other, it was usually for very special occasions. You know, family reunions, Moms' birthday, things like that. He was 25, I was 23. We looked like complete opposites, him standing at 6'2 and 180 lbs and me at 5'2 and 115 lbs (as far as I was concerned, most of it was in my hips). Unfortunately, we both had the same temperament. Quiet, observant, but very passionate. Also, we never started something that we didn't intend to finish. Thinking back, I realize that I should have remembered that. ***** So, it happened. Me and my brother kissed. Well, we started to at least. Let's be more accurate. He kissed me. My whole body tingled with the memory. I couldn't sit in the living room without remembering what had happened. We didn't speak about it or acknowledge that it had happened for almost a week. It was almost torture to be in the same room with him, wanting to be close to him and feel him and not be able to. I could still taste him on my lips, feel his body against mine. I would catch him looking at me when he thought I wouldn't notice. It was almost the end of the week when things progressed. We were in the kitchen helping mom cut up vegetables for dinner. Somehow, we ended up standing up by the counter together. Right next to each other. So close. I did my best to concentrate, but it wasn't easy. Every so often, he would shift his weight from one foot to the other and brush up along my side. The first time it happened, I thought it was an accident. After that though, I knew it was intentional. "Hey sis, could you pass me that bowl?" he suddenly asked me. "Hmm?" I replied, pretending that I was concentrating really hard on what I was doing. He sighed, "Never mind." He reached across in front of me for the bowl. It should have been a very quick, simple and easy thing to do. Except it wasn't. As he reached over, he slid his arm, from wrist to shoulder, across my nipples. Slowly. Deliberately. I froze as they immediately beaded and printed out in the front of my shirt, no bra tonight. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. As he just as slowly pulled his arm back, dragging it across me the entire way, the breath that I had been holding slowly eased out. I glanced over at him. He was watching me with heavy lidded eyes. He caught his tongue between his teeth, his gaze firmly fixed on my mouth. I felt my breath escape my mouth in a whoosh. Mom had gone from the kitchen, so it was just the two of us. He turned his body toward mine. I was still standing in the same spot watching him. I didn't move. He reached out and traced one finger from my jaw to my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His eyes followed the journey of his finger. He stopped. He leaned toward me, slowly closing the distance between us. His hand slid behind my neck, gently turning me to him, tilting my head back, readying me for his kiss. I could feel my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. Then he did it. He kissed me. Softly at first. Slow and sweet. Opening his mouth over mine, licking my lips. Then it changed and his tongue was demanding entrance. I opened my mouth giving him what he wanted. I met his tongue with my own, tasting him, testing him. Heaven. I lifted my hands and pushed them under his shirt. I lightly dragged my nails over his flat stomach, going upward until I reached his chest. I rubbed my fingers over his flat nipples and was rewarded as they hardened under my touch and he groaned into my mouth, cupping my ass in his hand, dragging me up against his body. I could feel the evidence of his arousal against my stomach. My big brothers cock. Hard for his little sister. So hot. The kitchen was getting warm. Very warm. We were generating a lot of heat between us with our illicit action. He turned us so that my back was against the counter, and ground his cloth covered cock into me. He pulled back enough that he could see me. Looking me straight in the eye, he put his hands on my hips, lifted me and sat me on the counter. He put his hands on my knees and slowly spread my legs He moved his hands up my legs, taking time to squeeze my thighs before he got to the legs of my cotton short shorts. Creak! The sound of someone coming down the stairs, which leads directly to the kitchen, jolted me from my daze. As I hopped off of the counter, he jumped back and tried to make it look like he was getting something from the island. I quickly turned my back to the room and pretended that I was still cutting up veggies. "Hey kids, you guys finished yet?"My mom asked us as she walked into the kitchen, "I want to start cooking soon." "Almost, we're almost there mom," I heard my brother say as he resumed cutting next to me. I chanced a glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He wasn't looking at me, but those delectable lips were curved up in a mischievous smile. At dinner, we sat next to each other. I didn't think that he would try anything there, but then I felt his hand on my thigh. Stroking me. I sighed. Caressing me. I melted. Tickling me. I wiggled. Arousing me. I blushed. I had to keep assuring Mom and Chris that I was fine despite my color and odd behavior. Mikael, on the other hand, was able to carry a conversation with them all through dinner. I crossed my legs, one over the other, to try to stop him from touching. I only succeeded in trapping his hand, not stopping his explorations. He looked over at me with an unreadable expression, while I tried to silently tell him to stop. He slid his hand up until his fingers brushed against the crotch of my panties. The very wet crotch. He rubbed his middle finger along my nether lips as best he could with his limited mobility. I nearly moaned out from the sensation. I put my hand on his and started tugging his hand away. He turned to me. My eyes must have shown how hungry I was for him because he sucked in a sharp breath and bit his bottom lip. I finally got his hand to move out a little. He gave my thigh one final squeeze before putting his hand in his lap. Playtime was over. For now. ***************** Later, everyone headed to the living room. Sometimes we watched a little t.v. as a family after dinner. When he came for a visit, he'd join us. I took one look, and realizing that I would end up sitting in the darkened room next to him, and I begged off stating that I was too tired to stay up. I said a quick g'night to the parentals and headed to my room. I thought I heard him mutter "Coward" as I was walking out. I kept my head straight, not bothering to turn around and find out. I reached the welcoming silence of my room. Only, tonight, it wasn't so welcoming. My mind wouldn't stop replaying the past week for me. Every deliciously naughty moment, brief as they were, with my brother. I tried to get some sleep. No such luck. My nerves were on end. I felt wired. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep. My mind is working overtime, trying to figure out how we went from having a relaxing time, to tasting each other. Again. I tossed and turned. I got up and turned on the light and tried to find something that would take my mind off of him. I paced at the foot of my bed. Back and forth. Up and down. All the while I kept thinking, "Please let us go back to normal." Well, normal for us anyway. I was finally calming down. Then I turned around and froze. He was there. In my room. Leaning up against the closed door. He had his hands behind him. I heard the distinct sound of the door being locked. Oh my. Locked in a room with him. All alone. I swallowed. Hard. "Um, hey." I mumbled. He didn't answer me. He just stood there and watched me. It was as if he were studying me. I almost squirmed under his scrutiny but managed to stay still. His lips, those delectable lips, were tilted up slightly at the corners. I amused him apparently. He took a step into the room. Just one step. So much closer. I felt my heart speed up. My nipples tightened from the memory of his body against mine. God, what have I gotten myself into? I let my eyes slowly travel over his body. From his curly black hair (my mom was a Spanish-negro mix), to his gorgeous brown eyes, to his sexy pink lips. His shoulders broad, his chest defined, stomach toned and flat (he never saw the need to get a six pack) His legs long, thighs strong, gorgeous calves and feet. He had a cross between a runners and a football players' body. Simply beautiful.. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my hormones down, but they're traitorous little things and they continued to surge through my body. My breath started coming faster as I felt the need to close the distance between us, my chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes focused on my breasts. I turned my back to him. Turned away from a sight that would have made any woman say "yes!" I turned in my attempt to keep things from going even further. I heard his quiet chuckle. I ignored it. When he spoke, his voice came from much closer than he had been only a few moments ago. " Is that supposed to stop me, or help you?" "Both," I whispered. I heard him take a deep breath and step further into the room, his long legs helping him to halve the distance between us. He wrapped his hands around my shoulders and turned me to face him. He dropped his hands as soon as I was facing him. Finally, we stood face to face, so to speak. So close that he was a hard thought away. It would have been harder to not touch him. I looked up at him. I placed my hand in his and he laced his fingers with mine. "You know we shouldn't be doing this, right?" I asked. "Why?" he said, "Why shouldn't we be doing this?" "Because," I started. I stopped and started again, "Because we could get into a lot of trouble." "So? What's life without a little trouble in it?" I shook my head at him. He looked so serious. "I don't want to stop. I think I'm addicted to the way you taste," he said quietly. I'd been thinking the same thing. What if we couldn't stop, though? This was the sort of thing that ruined relationships and dragged families apart. I didn't want that for us. But I couldn't help myself. My body ached to close the distance between us. I stretched up on my toes and kissed him. It was the first time that I initiated anything. Soon we were kissing feverishly and touching each other anywhere we could reach. He put his hand over my tit and squeezed. Both of us moaned. He captured my nipple between his fingers and rolled it, bringing the sensitive nub to full attention. He bent down and licked me through my shirt. I almost came right there. He nipped and suckled me while his hand kneaded my other breast. I yanked his shirt up over his head and he returned the favor. We came back together. Skin to skin. Flesh against flesh. It all felt so wonderfully naughty. He had his eyes closed as if savoring the sensation. I rested my head on his chest and breathed him in. He smelled of soap, his cologne. But underneath all of that, was the smell of him. Masculine. Rough. Tempting. I buried my nose in him. I placed a kiss on his chest. He shivered. I licked him. His arms tightened around me. I nibbled along his chest until I reached a nipple. He stopped breathing. I captured the sensitive flesh between my teeth and softly pulled it out. His hands clutched at me desperately as he groaned into my hair. My hand, which had been resting on his hips, crept behind him. I placed my hands as high up on his back as I could reach and slowly dragged my nails down, still nibbling and sucking his nipple. "Oh god" He ground out between clenched teeth. "What? Is something wrong?" I asked, smirking at him. He just shook his head, biting his lip. My body felt like it was on fire. My panties were drenched with the moisture of my own arousal. He hadn't touched me yet, not really, and I felt like I was on the verge of cumming all over myself. I tilted my head back and again we kissed. There was nothing gentle about this one though. He sucked my tongue roughly into his mouth; I bit his lip hard enough to leave an imprint, our teeth clashed, tongues dueling for dominance. I couldn't stop. He tasted so good. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to hurt, just a little. I didn't mind though. He was pressing open mouth kisses all along my neck, paying special attention to the cluster of nerves where neck meets shoulder. By now I was on my toes, straining to get closer to him, my hands hooked around his neck, rubbing against the erection that was trying to poke through my tummy. I was so wrapped up in the feel of his body that when he tried to turn us around, I stumbled. He caught me and walked me backward. I felt the backs of my legs hit something. Without looking, I climbed up. It was my bed. As I slowly reclined, I pulled him with me. He was placing little kisses all over my face. I caught his face between my hands and kissed him. I poured all of my lust, love, confusion and fear into that one kiss. As he settled his body onto mine, my legs spread to accommodate him. He laid kisses along my cheek, jaw and finally, my ear, where he slid his tongue inside, both tickling me and turning me on more. He ground his cock against me as best as he could with the height difference. Finally he gave up. "This isn't working," He said with a sigh of frustration. "You're so tiny and I'm so not." "Roll us over," I suggested. He effortlessly rolled us over so that I could straddle him. I'd never seen him spread out on my bed like this before. I took a moment to enjoy the view. All that toned, firm maleness. I rubbed my hands over his chest and shoulders. His skin felt so hot against mine. My mouth was watering at the thought that he was mine, if only for a short while, to touch and taste as I chose. He slid his hands over my ass, holding, squeezing, the fingers of one hand curling in toward my moist center. I leaned forward and arched my back to give him easier access. The room was quiet except for the sound of our heavy breathing. My eyes locked on his as his fingers slid my shorts, then the crotch of my panties aside and rubbed the smooth slickness between my legs. My breath hitched a little as he slowly, oh so slowly, dragged his finger from clit to anus. My head went back, hands braced on his chest, nails digging in ever so slightly. I pushed back on that one torturous finger, a silent plea for him to slip it inside and end my agony. His answer was to wrap an arm around my waist to prevent any further movement from me. I was whimpering by now, waiting to see what he would do next. My body was tight with anticipation. He resumed his torture, this time with the added pleasure of his lips around my nipple. I nearly jumped up off of him with the intensity I was feeling. I was extremely turned on. I wanted to fuck. As simple as that. I wanted Mike to just pull his cock out and impale me on it. I reached back and felt around for the object of my desire. As my fingers brushed over it, his breath hissed out and he suddenly thrust his finger into my dripping cunt. Oh yes!! This was what I wanted! So good! He twirled his finger around inside of me, touching places that no other guy ever had before. Places that I didn't even know existed in me. He slid his finger out, only to drive it right back in with another added. God yes! I was stroking his cock in earnest now, both of us moaning and panting as we started to come apart. It felt so fucking good!!! He was finger fucking me as hard as he could, his knuckles rubbing against my clit and driving me wild! I was playing with the head of his cock, rubbing up and down the length of his shaft. I tried to circle my fingers around for a better grip but his pants kept getting in the way. He slowed down on the assault on my pussy and used the hand that was holding me in place to shove his pants down. As soon as my hand touched his naked flesh, he let out a loud groan. "Khrystie!" He moaned, "That's it baby sis, stroke my cock." I started to stroke in earnest, trying for all I was worth to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. Without him keeping me pinned to him, I was bouncing on his fingers, riding them in time with my stroking. I was quickly approaching maximum altitude. As I reached my peak, and was crashing headfirst into one of the best orgasms ever, I felt his cock swell in my hand just before he warned me that he was cumming too. He arched his back and let out a long groan as I felt the first splash of his hot cum hit my shoulder, soaring up like that of a man long denied release. The second hit my back and slid down while the rest dribbled over my hand. I kept stroking until I was sure that I had milked every drop of the cum from his cock. He slid his fingers form between my legs and brought his fingers to his mouth for a taste. He closed his eyes as though he were savoring the flavor. He groaned appreciatively, licking his hand and fingers like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. "Mmmm, simply delicious sis," He said, opening his eyes after he had sucked all of my juices off, "I hope that I can get a taste from the source next time," he added with a smile. I grinned back at him. "Sure, no problem bro. As long as I get to taste yours from the source too," I replied, licking his cum from my hand. To be continued... How It Happened Ch. 02 For weeks after my wife's adventures with the two guys at the hotel, our sex life was on fire. I wanted her all the time, no, I needed her. Images of what she must have looked like while being serviced by those two studs and just imagining what she must have been thinking and feeling would drive me to rarefied heights of arousal. I could guess that her natural reluctance to do something so wrong warred with her building desire as they fondled and caressed her until her barriers shattered and she surrendered to them. From that point on, I could imagine that Brad and his friend enjoyed as much great sex as they wanted with a hot, mature woman willing to give them anything they wanted. And sweetest of all, she was married to someone else! Her big, soft tits with their thick, sensitive nipples and her wet pussy and tight ass and warm mouth had been enjoyed by another man exclusively for years. She had learned to give it all up to her husband at his urging over the years and had become an expert at receiving a man's seed into and onto her receptive body. As for my wife, she was reluctant to go into much detail about her adventure. I only had to start talking about it at an opportune moment and we would both become inflamed with lust. Soon we would be fucking frantically wherever and however we ended up, and there was no room or need for discussion. We would just fuck like animals. Afterward, I was too sated to care much and she didn't seem interested in talking about it so we didn't. Life went on like this for a few months. Then one Saturday morning as I was heading outside to mow the lawn I overheard her talking on her cell phone. "No, I don't think I could do that," I heard her say. She was out on the deck, I was in the house, and I could hear her through the open window. There was something about her tone of voice that stopped me. I stood there behind the curtain and listened. "It would be crazy to visit. What would your wife think?" she continued. I was frozen. Who was she talking to? Was it Brad? It was hard to hear everything she said. She was keeping her voice low. I pushed my head up against the curtain where it fell over the window screen. It was quiet and I thought she was listening to the other end of the conversation, but I couldn't see through the window and it would have been an immediate tip off that I was eavesdropping if I opened the curtain. And for some reason, I didn't want her to know that I was listening. I wasn't sure exactly why, maybe just a voyeuristic leaning on my part. At any rate, I heard her laugh softly and murmur something. Her voice was huskier now than it had been. Then more murmuring. Then silence. I decided to take a chance and I slowly lifted the curtain bottom up to expose the bottom of the open window. I was very careful but I was nearly shaking with excitement. What was she doing and who was she talking to? Once I was able to look out the bottom few inches of the window screen she was clearly visible sitting on a deck chair. She was in fact holding her cell phone to her ear in her right hand and appeared to be listening intently. But what riveted my attention was her left hand. She had her hand almost up to the wrist in the loose leg of her shorts, with her left leg curled up on the chair. She was playing with her pussy while she was talking! She whispered something and started rubbing faster and harder. I couldn't tell if she had her fingers in her pussy or they were stroking her clit. But in either case, she was definitely excited and seemed to be getting more excited by the second. I heard her say "...oooohh.......baby....." in a soft voice and her rubbing became frantic. Then right before my eyes she muttered, "Fuck" and started quivering and shaking and her legs jerked slightly. My wife was climaxing on our deck while talking to whom I suspected was the man who had fucked her and shared her with his friend a few months ago! My cock was hard in my shorts and I couldn't have moved from my spot for anything. Her breathing was heavy for a minute and then she said, "God Brad, I can't believe I just did that! You are so bad." He said something and then she said, "OK, but I better go. I hope I can walk after that. I'm going to need a good fucking tonight from my hubby." Then quieter, "That's OK baby. I know. I wish I was sucking your big cock too. I'd swallow all your cum and make you feel better." Then she chuckled softly and said, "Fuck you turn me on. You're terrible. I'll talk to you later." I dropped the curtain and moved away from the window. I wandered through to the back of the house with my mind in turmoil. What the hell was going on? Were they talking a lot? Or was this the first time since the hotel? What should I do or say to her? And beneath it all I could feel the mounting desire to fuck her little pussy and teach her a lesson. We had talked about threesomes over the years, and I had talked about fucking her while she was talking on the phone to somebody. I had always thought that to be incredibly erotic. I had even fantasized about fucking her or playing with her while she was talking to another man, but I couldn't remember if I had ever shared that particular dirty fantasy with her. Certainly she had done that to me when she had called me from Brad's room that night to report in and tell me everything was OK, but secretly was allowing two men to suck and pinch her nipples all the while. I wondered if I should have gone out onto the deck just now? Would she have gasped in shock and shame? Or would she have smiled at me? Could I have walked over to her and pulled out my cock for her to pleasure, or would she have rebuffed me? And why didn't I do anything at all except listen? A million questions it seemed were swirling through my brain, and I was sorely confused about everything. I needed time to process these new developments so I went out into the garage and readied the lawn mower. I then headed out into our big yard and began my chore. About two hours later I was finishing up and I had decided to not say anything and just see where this all went. She had said something about visiting, and I would have my radar up for anything devious from her that involved traveling. Hell, maybe she'd tell me all about her phone call at dinner. Lynn had prepared dinner and after I showered we sat down to eat. "How was the lawn mowing?" she asked. "It was fine," I replied. Then, "did you do anything special this afternoon?" "I just sat on the deck and relaxed," she said. "I did get an interesting call though. Remember my friend Lisa? She called and invited me to a kind of get-together party thing she is having for some of her friends! It's next Saturday, and I told her I'd check with you and see if it was OK if I went." I paused momentarily, slightly stunned to be truthful. Her friend lived in the same city as Brad, and it was about a three hour drive from us. Everything clicked, but the ramifications were staggering. "Gosh honey, that's a pretty long drive." I was stalling for time as my thoughts raced frantically. "You'd have to spend the night there after the party was over." "Yeah, I know, but it'd be worth it. I think it would be a blast, and you would get some quiet time," she replied. As I sat there pretending to think about it, I couldn't help but look at her as Brad or a lover would see her. Although we had just hit our 50's, we both are handling it well. Her brown hair was cut somewhat short with short bangs. Her pretty blue eyes and ready smile were as attractive as ever. Her slender neck was one of her erogenous zones. Beneath her casual t shirt, the round swell of her heavy, mature breasts was obvious. And although hidden by the table, I could picture her small waist, her mature slightly round tummy and womanly hips, and her sexy ass perched on the leading edge of her chair, just the way she usually sat. And it then occurred to me as strongly as anything in my life ever had, that she wanted to give all of that to her lover, to use as he pleased. She wanted to be a submissive slut to him and she was going to derive great pleasure, maybe even ecstasy, from letting him kiss and suck and fondle and finger and bite and fuck her any way he wanted. And all of that came not just from her nature, but also from one night when he and his friend used her every and any way they'd wanted. I was now sure it had been the best sex of her life. She had always been slightly submissive, but the more forceful I was to her, or any man or men apparently, the more submissive and the more aroused she became. My cock grew in my shorts at these thoughts, and I stood up and walked over to her chair. Standing at her left shoulder while she was seated, I pulled the waistband of my shorts down so that my half-erect tool could spring free. She looked up at me with a slightly curious expression on her face and then looked down at my cock. "Suck it," I commanded and then pushed it towards her lips. She willingly opened her mouth and took me into the moist warmth. It felt incredible. With her head turned, she sucked and licked and as I grew in her mouth she began to slowly bob her head up and down my length. God I was getting hot thinking about all I had learned today! I was angry and sad and excited and ashamed and scared all in one, and I was getting a great blowjob! Lynn turned her hips slightly in her chair to get a better angle and less turning of her neck. I reached my right hand down through the neck of her t shirt and found her left breast. I pulled her soft tit up and out of its bra cup and I started pulling on her nipple in my mounting passion. She merely groaned and increased her efforts on my cock. I felt her left hand lightly kneading my balls and I knew I wouldn't last. I kept thinking, "you've already cum today you little slut, now its my turn" over and over and I pulled her nipple out even further and rolled it in my fingers. I placed my left hand on the back of her head and began thrusting my hips forward and back, fucking her mouth. I was in another place and I didn't care for her comfort at all. This was all about me. Lynn's muffled groans of surrender and acceptance pushed me over the edge. I cried out, stiffened, and shot squirt after squirt of semen into my wife's talented mouth. The spasms of pleasure were incredible. I could feel her spit dripping down onto my balls and her fingers, which were still on me. Eventually, I released her head and nipple, and moved my hands to her face and mouth. My cock was softening but she kept it in her mouth like a good girl and continued sucking lightly to ensure she drained my balls just how I like it. I enjoyed moving my fingers all around her lips and mouth, feeling the warmth and slickness and even my member where it entered her mouth. I finally pulled away and she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. Her lips and cheeks and chin were shiny with our juices, her t shirt front had her drool all over the front, and her hair was tousled from my grip on it while I had rutted her mouth. She looked so hot and sexy and fuckable. "Wow, what brought that on?" she asked huskily. "Although I'm not complaining. That was hot and now I'm so horny I can't stand it." Sucking my cock was always a turn on for her. "Put your fingers in your little pussy and make yourself cum while I watch," I told her. "I'll have to get off this chair and get more comfortable," she replied and with that she stood up and stretched. Then she headed over to the living room couch, pulling her shirt up over her head as she went. She dropped the shirt, unclasped and dropped her bra and let her big breasts tumble free. Then she pulled her shorts down (she hardly ever wears panties), kicked them off and laid back on the couch. She spread her legs and her fingers immediately went to her crotch. "Ummm," she murmured. "I am so hot and I need to cum so bad. I wish you could fuck me right now." I had walked over to the couch and just stood over her watching the show. After the great blow job I had just received, fucking again so soon was out of the question and she knew that. "Play with my nipples. Pinch them hard and make me cum." Lynn loves nipple play, especially when she is masturbating. Between my squeezing and twisting her thick nipples and her fingers rubbing her clit, she reached her orgasm quickly. With a loud gasp followed by small grunts, she began pushing her hips up and down like she was fucking and trembled and gasped through a mighty orgasm. As I stared down at my loving wife, I couldn't help but think how she had made herself cum twice today. I was also thinking about her upcoming trip and I wondered if it was only drinking my cum a few minutes ago that had made her so horny. Or was something else on her mind?