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A Brother's 'Love'

By: fdkman262



This is my first 'Loving Wives' story that is not a sequel or alternate ending of another author's story. It *is* inspired by another story on this site but only in the most basic way. I didn't even read the story but the summary intrigued me, causing me to write. I guess we'll find out if I'm a good author if I'm not riding someone else's coattails. LOL!

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My name is George Hewitt and this is my story. I'm currently living in a studio apartment but it wasn't always that way. A year ago I had a four bedroom house in the 'burbs, two cars, a mortgage and a wife who loved me. We'd been married for four years and had been planning to start a family when we'd managed to save a bit more money so Pat, my wife, could quit her job and stay home with the baby.

All of that was before my younger brother, Louis, came to live with us. My brother had just gotten laid off. He lived across the country from the rest of the family and had been lonely so he thought this was a perfect time to come home and start anew. He didn't have much money, he'd only been working a few years and had always been a little loose with his money. He didn't want to move in with mom and dad so he asked me if he could live with Pat and me until he got a job and an apartment.

I asked Pat and she was enthusiastic about having Louis live with us.  She'd always liked him, she thought he was funny, and since we had the extra bedrooms it was no problem. I thanked her for being so understanding and the deal was done.

A month later Louis moved in. He was very thankful for our hospitality and he promised not to cramp our style too much. The routine around the house changed a bit but for the most part it was for the better. Louis worked around the house and the yard when he wasn't job hunting so it made things easier on me and Pat. He even cooked once in a while which Pat really appreciated. We spent our evenings watching TV or movies, or playing games and it was nice to have my brother home again.

We'd go over to our mom and dad's for cookouts with Louis being the center of attention for a while because he'd been gone so long.  My mother especially doted on him but I understood, he was the baby after all and had always been close to mom.

Things went along well except the job market was tough in our area and Louis wasn't having much luck finding anything. He felt like he needed to contribute more as it looked like his stay with us was going to be longer than he'd first hoped. He volunteered to take over all outside chores and even helped with the housework. I found this to be very helpful as I was involved with a project that was taking up more of my time than I liked.

One night I was sitting with my brother in the living room, watching TV. Pat was out with some friends so it was just us guys.

"Louis, how's the job hunting going?" I asked. I'd been working late the last few days and we hadn't talked in a while.

"So-so. I've got a lot of résumés out that I have to follow up on in a few days but so far no luck." Louis sighed, taking a sip of his soda.

"I hear ya, bro. The job market is tough right now but you've got a good track record and a good attitude. I'm sure you'll get that interview real soon." I took a pull of my soda as well. "Any luck on the dating front?"

Louis looked at me like I was nuts. "Dating front? What dating front? I'm here working when I'm not on interviews or at the library and at night I'm home with you and Pat. The only action I'm getting is from Mary Palm and her five sisters," Louis chuckled sadly.

'You don't have to hang out here every night you know. You should get out and meet people. Networking could help you in more ways than one, you know."

"You know, maybe I will. I'll have to look into groups that might be in my field. Who knows, maybe I'll meet a hot woman too!"

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Having my brother around did cut into our love life, but not too badly. We'd never been a couple to screw in every room in the house at the drop of a hat, though we had christened every room when we'd first moved in. Our love life was very good. We'd have sex three or four times a week, more on weekends, of course, when we had more time and were more relaxed. We took to having sex in the afternoons on weekends when Louis was out or we'd do it quietly before going to sleep when he'd stay up late to watch a movie.

In spite of our best efforts having Louis around cut into our 'play' time if you will. After he'd been with us six months our three or four times a week had dwindled to three or four times a month. I didn't know about Pat but I was getting frustrated. Between the extra work I'd been doing these past few months and the decrease in the frequency of our sex life I was not a happy camper. I decided to do something about it so I made a reservation at a bed a breakfast we'd been to a year or so ago for the coming weekend. I'd wanted this to be a surprise, romantic weekend but it didn't work out that way.

"You did what?" Pat asked incredulous.

"I made reservations for Friday and Saturday night at our favorite bed and breakfast! We've been neglecting ourselves too long. We need a weekend away to recharge our batteries!" I said enthusiastically.

"Well I wish you'd checked with me first because I can't go this weekend!" Pat said hotly. "If you'd listen when I talk you'd know that I'm already committed to helping your mother with her yard sale all weekend."

"I'll call my mother and tell her what's up. She'll understand," I said trying to calm her down.

"No she won't. This is the neighborhood sale and she's been planning this for months. She's asked Louis to help too so there's no way I'm going to get out of it. You take the cake, George!" she said disgustedly. Pat got up and left the room, leaving me with my mouth open.

I called and cancelled the reservation, luckily it was early enough and the cancellation didn't cost me anything.

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After this little argument our love life really trailed off. It seemed as if I could do nothing right. If I wasn't working too much I wasn't helping around the house, allowing poor Louis to do all the work. I was flabbergasted, to be honest. Why was Pat taking this attitude with me? She knew I was on a big project at work that required a lot of overtime. She also knew that Louis had volunteered to work around the house as payment for living with us rent free. I didn't like her attitude and told her so.

"What the hell is your problem, Pat? You know I don't want to be working these kinds of hours. You also know that Louis volunteered to work around the house because we don't charge him rent. What's the real problem?" I asked angrily.

"*I* don't have a problem, George. It's obvious what is important in your life and it isn't me!"

"You know we both have to work to pay for this house! Are you telling me that you'd rather I quit my job, is that what you want?" I yelled.

"No! I just want you to stop working so damn much! We never get to go anywhere anymore!"

"Well, whose fault is that? You're the one who couldn't disappoint my mother when I'd planned a romantic weekend!" I was pissed now and the gloves were off.

"At least I helped your mother, you didn't do a damn thing that weekend but hang around here or play golf! Louis did more to help than you did." She fired back.

"Louis, Louis, Louis, that's all I hear lately! If Louis is so damn great why don't you move into his bedroom and leave me the hell alone!  I'm sure he'd be more than happy to support this house. Oh, I forget, he doesn't have a fucking *job*!" I picked up my jacket and headed out the door. "I'm going out!"

I slammed the door behind me and hopped in the car. I drove to the local sports bar and nursed a beer for the second half of the basketball game. As I sat there not watching the game I replayed the argument. We'd both said some things we'd probably regret but I had to wonder why she was taking this kind of attitude. Why was she supporting Louis? I wondered, for a second, if she might be having an affair with Louis but I quashed that idea pretty quickly. I loved my brother and he loved me. He'd never do anything like that to me. I didn't think Pat would either but her attitude and the lack of sex lately made me wonder. I knew I was pretty frustrated so I guessed she had to be as well. I wondered if she wasn't so frustrated that she'd do something to fix it.

I didn't know what to do. I had no real evidence that something was up with Pat and I sure wasn't going to spend a lot of money having her followed or anything like that on just a wild hunch. I did have a small voice-activated tape recorder that I could hide somewhere.  Where to hide it though? I decided to start in the bedroom, if I didn't get anything in a week I'd move it around the house and see what I could get. With some kind of plan in place I finished the beer and headed home.

I walked into the house quietly, not willing to rouse anyone if they were asleep. I hoped that Pat would be asleep too since I didn't want to deal with her at this point either. The bedroom door wasn't locked so I crept in as silently as possible, stripped off my clothes and slid into bed.

I turned over, facing away from Pat and settled down to sleep when I felt my wife's hand on my shoulder.

"George?" she whispered.

"Yes?" I responded carefully.

"I'm sorry, Honey. I've been a real bitch to you and I don't know why you put up with me," she said as she stroked my shoulder and back.

"I love you, Pat, that's why. I'm sorry too. I have been working too hard and maybe I've been neglecting you," I said as I turned over.

Pat came into my arms as soon as I'd turned over and she attacked me, kissing me lustily. I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. I ran my hand up her hip to her tit, squeezing it gently, the way she liked it. She moaned and her hand slipped down to grasp me through my shorts.

I rolled her over onto her back and lay atop her, showering kisses all over her face, neck and chest. I pulled back and slipped her nightie off over her head then removed my underwear. I looked at her in the dim light of the room. Her tits lay on her chest which was heaving and her legs were spread lewdly waiting for me to take her. I moved down to capture her left nipple in my and suckled hard. I switched back and forth, laving her breasts with my tongue until they were slick with spit and her nipples resembled little bullets.

I slid down her chest, making a quick stop at her navel which I tongued, causing her to squirm. I didn't stay there long but moved farther south to my real target, her hot little pussy. As I got closer and closer to her pussy I expected to encounter hair as Pat has a very full bush that she keeps trimmed. I got to her clit and I still hadn't encountered any hair! I pulled back and slipped my hand between her legs. She was totally bald!

"Pat, what is this?" I asked confused.

"Don't you like it?" she asked carefully. "I thought I'd surprise you.  I've been reading in my women's magazines that men love shaved pussy so I thought I'd surprise you, especially since I've been so mean."

I was touched. Pat had done this to please *me*. I'd never thought that much about shaved pussy but the feel of her mound without hair was very different. I dropped down and ran my tongue from her ass to her clit, savoring the feel and the taste.

"Baby, I love it! You feel so different, so smooth. I like the feeling very much and not getting hair in my mouth is a definite plus," I said with enthusiasm as I dove back in.

"Oh YES, George! God, that feels so good! Eat my pussy, Baby, eat me!" she cried.

I did as she ordered and brought her to three orgasms before I climbed aboard. I slipped my cock in her hot little gash and sighed.  It had been too long since I'd fucked my wife and it felt so good that I knew I wouldn't last long. I decided to make it as good for her as I could and really pounded her, harder than I had in a long time.

"Fuck me, George, fuck me hard!" she cried.

"I am, Baby, I am!" I hollered as I slammed my cock as deep in her as I could with every stroke. The wetness of her pussy caused sloppy slurping sounds that drove me to new heights. I loved the sound of our fucking as much as the feelings I got. Pat always got so wet it was like fucking in a shower it seemed. I felt that familiar tingle in my balls.

"I'm coming, Honey. I'M CUMMING!"

I kept stroking her throughout my orgasm and didn't stop until my cock softened enough where it wouldn't penetrate her any more. I collapsed on top of her, taking my weight on my arms as much as possible, and rested my head on her tits. She held me and stroked my head and back as I got my breath back.

"God, Pat, that was the best sex we've had in a long time," I said as I kissed her nose and smiled. "Maybe we should fight more often?" I teased.

"No way!" she said emphatically. "I hate fighting with you, George.  I'm really sorry, Baby. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, Honey. I hate fighting with you too." I pecked her on the nose again and flopped onto my back. I pulled her into my arms and she laid her head on my chest as we enjoyed the afterglow. I kissed her head and was surprised to find that she'd already fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to claim me as well.

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The next morning I felt pretty foolish for my thoughts that Pat might be cheating on me. We'd gotten into a rut and both of us had been frustrated and taken it out on the other. I vowed not to be such a jerk again. I turned over and watched Pat sleeping. She was a very pretty woman. Shoulder length sandy blonde hair, green eyes and medium sized tits with very sensitive nipples. Her shape was very pleasing, curvy without being heavy and all the curves in the right places.

"Hi, Baby," Pat said with a smile as she opened her eyes.

"Hello, Sexy," I said as I kissed her deeply. "I love you so much, Pat."

She smiled and caressed my cheek. "I love you too, George." She glanced over at the clock and threw back the covers.

"I'm gonna shower, want to join me?" she said as she wiggled her ass.

"Yeah, I'm right behind you." As I walked into the bathroom I noticed a mark on her ass. It looked like a bruise but it had a strange shape. "Honey, what happened to your ass? It looks like you bruised it."

Pat looked behind her but couldn't see what I was talking about. She stepped over to the mirror and saw the mark I was talking about.  She blushed and seemed to be hesitant to answer. "Oh, I remember now," she said nervously. "I slipped in the tub yesterday and banged against the soap dish. I didn't think I'd banged myself that hard but I guess I did."

She climbed into the shower after grabbing the razor and shaving cream from the cabinet. I guessed she was going to shave her legs, as she sometimes did, but she was lathering up her pussy when I climbed in.

"Want to watch?" she asked sexily.

"Sure," I said excitedly. "Does this mean you're going to keep it this way?"

"Since you liked it so much I think I will. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all," I said as I kissed her deeply.

She pushed back against my chest. "Not now, just stand back there and watch. If you're a good boy I might let you kiss it later," she said teasingly.

I watched as she carefully slid the razor between her legs, removing the shaving cream from around her lips. She put her leg up on the tub and bent over getting far back between her legs, taking slow even strokes. She finished up by running the razor over and above her mound. By the time she was done every bit of shaving cream was gone. She stepped back, into the water and rinsed any remaining cream from her sexy body.

"Want to taste?" she asked hotly.

I dropped to my knees, not needing any more encouragement. I buried my face in her smooth hairless pussy and tasted her. She tasted of pussy and shaving cream and the combination was intoxicating. She grabbed my head to steady herself and the first orgasm shook her to her core.

"OH GOD! You eat my pussy soo good! Lick that clit! Lick it!" she hollered.

I attacked her clit and shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time causing her to howl in ecstasy. I was sawing my fingers in and out of her pussy as I licked and suck her clit causing her to go over the top one more time. She must have gotten sensitive about then as she pushed my head away, panting. "No... more... No... more. I... can't take... any... more."

I looked up at her from my position in front of her on my knees and grabbed her tits, squeezing gently. I stood up and took her in my arms, kissing her and allowing her to taste herself on my tongue.

My cock was poking her in the stomach as we kissed and she reached down, stroking it in time to our tongues thrusting in each other's mouths. She dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock in her hot sucking mouth.

My knees almost buckled at the feeling as Pat wasn't one for blowjobs, usually. She loved it when I gave her oral but wasn't really all that keen on reciprocating. I guess it was her way of thanking me for getting her off this morning or maybe it was her apologizing for the fight last night, but whatever it was I wasn't going to look a gift blowjob in the mouth, so to speak.

Pat was like a wild woman. She attacked my cock like it was her last meal and she was going to have it taken away from her. She bobbed her head up and down at the same time she stroked me with her hand, twisting it as it rode up and down my cock. The feeling was exquisite. I braced myself against the wall and held on for dear life.

I felt my come rising in my balls so I knew I'd better warn her. Pat didn't give me a blowjob very often but she *never* allowed me to come in her mouth.

"Baby... Baby, I'm close. I'm gonna cum, Baby." I hissed between clenched teeth.

She moaned and sank her mouth down on my cock harder than before. "Pat! I'm gonna cum!" I said as I tried to back away trying to pull my cock from her mouth.

She grabbed my hips so that I couldn't get away and sucked hard, causing me to lose my control. I knew I'd regret this later but I couldn't hold back. "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!"

My cock fired rope after rope of cum into her mouth as I stood there shaking with my orgasm. I finally opened my eyes and looked down at Pat, still on her knees. She pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled slightly. She looked me right in the eye as she swallowed then stood up.

"Did you...?" I asked, stunned.

"Swallow your cum? Yes, I did," she smiled and licked her lips.

"Why? You've never let me come in your mouth before?" I said totally confused.

"I don't know," she said quietly. "I just got so hot feeling your tongue on my naked pussy. I've never felt so sexy. I just had to suck you off and then when you warned me you were going to come I just couldn't stop." She looked down and seemed embarrassed. She hugged me tightly. "You don't think I'm a slut, do you?" she asked with a sniffle.

"NO! Of course not! I loved it. It was the best blowjob you've ever given me and when you swallowed my come I was blown away!" I lifted her chin so I could look into her eyes. "I love you, Pat.  Nothing could make me think badly of you, especially not something this wonderful."

The water was starting to go cold so we climbed out of the shower and dried off. Pat came to me and hugged me tightly to her.

"I'm so glad you liked it, George. I've been so horny lately. I've read some articles about oral sex and the shaving one and they made me so hot. I hope you don't mind the new me?"

"Of course not, Honey. Who is going to argue with a sexy wife who wants to please her husband with some new things? I'm sure not going to." I said with a chuckle. I smacked her on the ass as I made my way to the bedroom.

"Hey, watch that," she said with a smile.


A Brother's Love



Sam and Rachel were like any other brother and sister always having moments when they could not stand each other. This weekend they were slightly upset to say the least that their parents would be going away and leaving them home. Both had plans to go out and have a good time, but their parents forbade them to leave the house. 

"No, you cannot go out, how in the world are we to know that you are safe?" Their father scoffed at the mere mention of the idea.

In unison they replied, "But Dad, we are in college now!"

"No but, nothing! You are staying home. It would do you good to learn how to get along better. One day your mother and I won't be around and it will be only the two of you to look after one another. Now think about that while we are gone." With that their parents left, giggling like two school kids.

"This isn't fucking fair Rachel, I wanted to go out tonight." Sam glared at his sister, then a sweet smile played at the corners of his mouth. He starred at her for moment never realizing just how sexy his sister was. Standing there in a pair of shorts from last summer accentuating her firm rounded buttocks peeking out the rim of her shorts. Her cut off T-shirt showing cleavage he had not noticed before, the swell of her bosom visible, hardened nips showing through the white worn material. Her flushing face made her glow, she always did look good angry. 

With a chuckle he started to walk away, "What you grinning at smart ass? I got to stay home too." She stomped her foot making her bosoms jiggle causing more friction against her nipples. Sam felt his groin start to twitch, as her luscious body in the fit of anger; he could only imagine what a wild sex kitten she would be.

Sam had been watching his sister masturbate for over a year now, standing quietly while she furiously fingered her clit. All the while stroking his pulsating rod, when she reached her orgasm arching her back, thighs clenching her hand he would shoot his wad all over the floor. There was something magical in the way she pleased herself, he wanted so desperately to walk in, slide between her legs and lick her clean. 

Fighting these urges for weeks now he pondered if maybe, just maybe this weekend he would give her the treat of her life. And maybe he would see just how far she would let him go. He knew his massive meat would stretch her tight little cunt giving him added pleasure.

They kept apart most of the day, not speaking to one another, Sam lost in his own mind planning out the evening. 

Rachel couldn't wait for Sam to finally go to bed so she could shower and please herself; she knew he had been watching it excited her knowing he was jerking off watching HER. She smiled, knowing tonight she would give him the show of his life.

Rachel was wrapped in a towel on her way to shower when she saw Sam, "Hey sis I am headed to bed now. Talk to you in the morning."

"Ok, talk at ya later," she smiled knowing there would be a lot of talking. Rachel decided she would tease him, yell out his name, fantasize it was Sam pleasing her hungry little pussy. She hoped he would lose control making known how hard she made him; excited about her plan she hurried to shower so the show would start.

Sam heard the bathroom door open, footsteps down the hall, which meant Rachel was already in her room. It would not be long now before he would taste that sweet juice on his lips and make her beg for his big rod deep inside her tightness. He had been trying not to touch himself for nearly forty minutes while she made herself ready for bed, and it was getting harder with the thoughts of her naughty little hands strumming her pretty pussy running through his mind.

Rachel had made herself ready, leaving the covers off exposing her nude body, something she had never done before. But she thought they both needed a treat tonight since they were stuck in the house. Looking over to make sure the door was cracked open just a little more than usual; she turned her bedside lamp on dim casting a soft amber glow off of her skin. 

Closing her eyes she began to let her hands roam her body tweaking her tight nipples, rolling them gently between her fingers. She concentrated on the sounds around her to make sure he was there. Not to be disappointed she heard him softly sneak to the door, causing her to smile. Thus the teasing game started no holds barred.

Sam leaned back so she could not see him; opening the fly of his boxers he began stroking his aching tool. There she was, my God what a full beautiful body he thought. Her hands rubbing her taunt nipples, pulling them from time to time, but tonight she was moaning slightly sucking in a deep breath, this was making him nuts already. That is when he heard her speak as her fingers found her swollen clit, "Ohh Sam, that's it, right there, big brother show your baby sister what pleasure is all about." 

Sam was frozen for a second, man she is fantasizing about me? Her moans and murmurs became louder, her hand moving faster until he could not take it anymore. She was so lost in her pleasure she did not realize he was in the room.

Sam crawled between her legs, staring into her eyes as she looked down at him, removing her hand from the pinkest pussy he had ever seen, "Lick your fingers Rachel, taste how wonderful you are."

He moaned as she slowly slid her fingers deep into her mouth languishing on the taste. Opening her smooth shaved flower her began to nibble on her engorged clit, slowly lapping his way down to her honey hole. Sliding his tongue deep inside his sisters hot velvet center made him heady with lust.

Rachel grabbed his head pushing it deep into her hot wet twat yelling, " Oh Yes, yes Sam, eat me, eat me good. Make me come on your wonderful tongue." 

Sam got up on his knees bound to tease this vixen of a little bitch for talking to him like that. Although he loved to hear women talk dirty it sounded more like she knew this was going to happen, so now he had to show her who was boss. With her legs open wide he pulled two pillows and shoved them under her low back. This left her open to him, every hole as his whim. Sticking two fingers deep into her dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing her clit she started to writhe against him, making him smile. 

He removed his fingers replacing it with the thumb that was teasing her clit; his lips began sucking at the now purple pebble as she begged him not to stop. She was close to reaching her orgasm, he took his index finger still sticky wet with her juice and lubed her little rosebud anus, sliding it deep inside as she started to climax screaming out. He was furiously pumping in and out sucking hard on her clit as she went wild on the bed pulling and tugging at her own nipples. Her hips wildly bucking against him as she screamed yes repeatedly.

Quickly he pulled his fingers out while she was still deep in her passions embrace, placing his now visibly throbbing cock at her dripping entrance thrusting deep inside her hot tight pussy. "Oh mother fuck me Rachel, you feel so damned good. You are the tightest I ever felt in my life. Now ride me baby girl, ride me hard." He leaned back so he was flat on his back while she was sitting on top. His hands spanned her hips pulling her down on his thick shaft.

Rachel was shocked at his size, and the fact it felt at first like he split her in two until her muscles contracted around him in a spasm of pleasure. She began moving slowly up and down on his big shaft when he spoke, "Now, show me how you play with your nipples each night. I want to watch you." She shook her head no, he took one of his fingers and caressed her clit until she obeyed like a good little girl. "That's it Rachel show your big brother what turns your hot little pussy on. You like what I am doing to you don't you?" Rachel couldn't speak as another wave of orgasm over took her body, arching her back, muscles contracting hard against his throbbing beast buried to the hilt inside of her. 

Sam felt her muscles tighten, sending him into the most mind-blowing orgasm he had ever felt. Since Rachel was lost in her own world of pleasure he grabbed her hips roughly thrusting upward several times expelling his jism packed balls into her milking honey pot.

Soon she collapsed on his chest, he was still buried deep inside of her, he ran his hand up and down her back stopping to grab both her rounded cheeks pulling her one more time against him. He heard her satisfied moan, thinking to himself this is going to be one hell of a weekend, hoping their parents would leave more often. 



A Brother's Love



(August 1st 1994:

Travelling on the 121 towards Auburn;)

Sitting in the passenger seat of the two year old Civic sedan, Lena kept her gaze fixed on the dull, rain-soaked scenery slipping past the window. She couldn't help but wonder what she'd be doing now, had things turned out differently; if she still had her family and her home... 

It was a weekend evening, just after six, so Lena would probably be upstairs, watching her mother get ready. Eve would be asking Lena's advice on what to wear, and her dad would be in the bathroom, having a shower; then they'd go out to town, while she stayed at home with her big brother, Matt; they'd watch movies together on the couch and order takeaway food when they felt too lazy to cook. Sometimes Matt would let her share his beer, making her promise not to tell their parents. 

But that had all changed now; her dad wasn't there anymore; he didn't come into her bedroom, after he thought she'd gone to sleep, and tell her how much he loved her; mom wouldn't be there to keep her in check, telling her to clean her room and do her homework, to be nice to Matt; Matt...the thought of loosing him had scared her most. 

Afterward, she'd felt grimly surprised to find that she missed her older brother more than anything else. He used to make her so angry and upset at times with his teasing but then he wasn't there, and she would have given anything to have him call her 'Brat' or 'Kiddo' once more; to see him start university in a few weeks time or to have him tease her about being too scrawny. 

"Why me?" she thought savagely. "Why did I have to survive and they all die? It shouldn't have been this way!"

The events of that night had repeated in her mind, like some tormenting slow-motion picture, replaying over and over again. She knew, no matter how much she dwelt upon it, the past couldn't be changed. 

The artic' had come from nowhere; he shouldn't have even been on that road, she'd heard the policeman say; he said the guy had got lost and had to detour. He should have been travelling south away from them, on a road nearly fifteen miles away, but there he was, just split seconds away from them as Lena looked up...

Her dad was driving, her mom flicking through the radio channels while Matt and Lena argued in the back. They were on a country road, stopping for gas, before heading out onto the 89 towards New Hampshire. They were going to see a concert; some friend of their dads played saxophone in a band and had invited them all along.

Lena raised an eyebrow at her brother, whose face was all moody and sullen, his green eyes sparkling with ill-temper. 

"Shut it...brat." He said calmly, though there was a tone in his voice that suggested severe irritation. His girlfriend was often a sore subject, especially of late, but Lena wanted to tease him; he'd been ignoring her for days, only acknowledging her presence by calling her 'brat'; she was angry with him for treating her like this. 

"You're just mad because you and Natalie had a fight." she said with a shrug, as if his bad temper wasn't upsetting her at all. Inside though, she felt hurt and wanted to cry.

"Mom, will you tell her?! She doesn't know what she's talking about." Matt exclaimed suddenly, glaring at his sister. She just narrowed her eyes at him, then turned to stare nonchalantly out the window.

Eve Harris looked over her shoulder and shook her head in despair. "Oh Matthew..." she sighed, "you're twenty one years old...don't be so childish. Besides, Lena's right...you do take it out on us whenever you're having a bad day." She said, in a tone that suggested kindness mixed with a sharp twist of dire warning.

Matt looked outraged for a moment, but his manners wouldn't allow him to answer his mother with spite and his intelligence knew better than to try it. 

"I didn't know I did..." he said, knowing, deep down, that his mother was right; she always was. Lowering his gaze to his knees, he muttered. "Sorry." His mother nodded and turned her attention back to the front.

Matt looked over at his little sister and realised then, that there were tears in her eyes. Her hair fell across her face, the golden brown colour of a dormouse. She was far too skinny to look like a healthy kid. Her arms were folded and her green eyes were etched into an angry, indifferent scowl. He knew her well enough to know what that meant; he'd hurt her and she was trying not to cry. 

Shit...he hadn't meant to do that, he just really didn't want to talk about Natalie; his girlfriend of four months was by no means a virgin; she was only a year younger than him and she'd slept with half of his friends at college, yet she still hadn't slept with him; it was driving him mad! He couldn't exactly explain to his twelve year old sister that the reason he'd been moody was because he hadn't had sex in four months, could he?! Thankfully, sexual frustration wasn't something Lena would understand. 

He made himself a mental note, reminding himself not to shut her out and that it wasn't her fault. He leant over and poked her playfully in the rib, making her wriggle and laugh. It was nice to see her smile at him again. Matt saw his mother shake her head in the front seat.

"Sorry kiddo." He said softly. "I guess I'm a bit grouchy lately, huh?" 

Lena looked over at him and smiled. "That's the understatement of the millennia." She grinned mischievously and Matt began to tickle her for being so cheeky. He couldn't help but think what a great girl she'd be when she got older; a girl with half her charm or intelligence would have it made and add that together with her good looks and wit...well, he hated to think what she'd be like. He knew he'd have to keep her indoors, away from all men, until she was thirty...at least. And even then he might want to interview each man that looked in her direction. 

Eve returned her attention to tuning the radio, while Matt and Lena continued to play fight. Her husband, Jimmy, was telling her of the time he and his friend were caught smoking pot in their college dorms. "We didn't even consider the smoke detectors. The whole building had to be evacuated because they thought there was a fire..." he was saying. 

They came to a junction. Lena managed to jab Matt in the stomach and he rolled over, appearing to be in agony. Lena jabbed him again, knowing this to be one of Matt's little tricks to make her think she'd really hurt him. He laughed and began to tickle her again. As her father pulled away, her eyes flickered to the window over Matt's shoulder and there it was, like a cargo ship coming into harbour far too fast; the huge 18-wheeler came roaring down the road towards their emerging vehicle. There was no time to speak and nothing that could have been done if there was. 

The last thing Lena remembered before the collision was Matt's face; his blue eyes were full of laughter as he looked up at her, then they'd darkened as he'd met her eyes and his skin paled to see her horrified expression; he knew they were about to die; his instinct told him that. 

Numb with shock, Lena had leapt towards him as far as she could and he'd done the same to her. She buried her face into the warmth of his chest. Just as she felt his arms pull her close and his body move over her, to protect her, she felt the truck hit the car and her world was slammed into impenetrable darkness. She knew then that her life was over.

Three weeks later, she'd woken from her coma in hospital, strapped to all kinds of tubes and machines, uncertain of her name or how she'd come to be there. She could hear a voice, echoing from her dreams, pleading with her to open her eyes; "Come on kiddo, please...you gotta wake up...these doctors want to help you...I love you Lena, please wake up..."

But whoever it was wasn't here now. She was alone in that cold hospital and it seemed so dark and eerie, like a graveyard. She thought how hospitals, ironically, were kind of like graveyards, except that there was no frantic bleeping there. 

What was that bleeping anyway? She tried to move her head to have to look, but as soon as did, a searing, hot pain shot through her like a blade. At the same time, quite suddenly, she remembered who she was and why she was here and the pain of it was more intense than anything she felt physically. 

The doctor had come rushing into the room at that point, followed by a dark haired nurse. He was a tall man with thinned, grey streaked hair; she was shorter, with tear stained cheeks and large, dark eyes. She'd obviously been crying. 

"Glad to see you're awake...we wasn't sure if you'd come through." The man said, approaching her bed. "I'm Dr. Taylor and this is your nurse, Heather Jansen. Can you tell me how you're feeling honey?" 

Lena looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth to speak. "W-where..." her voice was dry and painful; "Where are my family?" she managed. She could barely speak, but she didn't care; she needed answers...

She realised the voice from her dreams was Matt's; no-one else called her 'kiddo' like he did. But she also knew that hearing voices in her head was never a good sign; she was sure it could mean only one thing... 

Dr. Taylor exchanged a glance with the nurse, whose eyes were pricked with tears. He felt bad having to tell the girl, especially after just coming round from her ordeal. He'd have preferred her to rest a while before getting herself upset, but it seemed it was too late for that. He saw her eyes glaze over as she stared up at him. 

"They're dead, aren't they?" she said, her voice cold and hollow. He'd heard that tone so many times before, but this was the hardest so far. The kid was just twelve for Christ's sake; barely a year older than his youngest daughter.

"I'm so sorry honey...there wasn't anything we could do." he said softly, trying not to choke up. 

Lena just nodded and looked away, unable to speak. She'd known from the moment she saw the truck that they were all going to die, but finding herself alive like this had given her the slightest flicker of hope; perhaps, if they saved me, they saved them too, she thought. Perhaps this was all just a horrific nightmare and she'd soon wake up in the back seat, her head resting on her brother's shoulder, as dad drove to the concert in New Hampshire. She wished the nurse and doctor would leave her alone, so she could wake up from her nightmare. But she knew that it wasn't going to happen like that. You couldn't wake up from reality.

"Honey, I've gotta ask you a few things, do you mind? I just need to check your ok and that your memory's not been affected." Dr. Taylor asked. 

Lena nodded. The doctor pulled out a torch and told her he had to check her eyes, while Nurse Jansen dabbed her cheeks with the back of her hand. Lena watched her walk to the end of the bed and pull out a file, where she began to record information from the screen above Lena's head.

"Hmm, ok, thats alright...can you tell me your name and date of birth honey?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah; Lena...Lena Marie Harris...May 23rd, 1982." She managed to say.

"That's great. Really great." He said, smiling brightly. Lena couldn't really understand his enthusiasm at the time, but she later realised now how unaffected she was by her coma. "Do you have pain any where?" Dr. Taylor asked.

Lena tried to nod and experienced blinding pains in her head and neck. She'd noticed it hurt most when she tried to move her head or left leg and tried to explain that to the doctor, though her words were choked and mumbled. 

He nodded his understanding and sat down in the seat beside her to try and explain. "You've broke your lower leg in three places and taken a nasty blow to the head. You'll feel pretty sore for a while, I'm afraid, but you'll be ok. We'll look after you." He said. He paused, as though unsure of whether to continue. "The paramedic said he didn't think you'd have survived at all, had your brother not been protecting you. It seems he saved your life."

Lena had thought how strange it sounded to have someone say that to her; it was like those heroic stories you read in the paper, where someone saves someone else's life and then there they are, smiling up at you from the front page of the morning news with the great story they have to tell. But that wasn't like this; things weren't alright; her hero had died and nothing was ever going to be alright again. 

Lena had tuned her gaze away and resolutely stared into the corners of her vision, where things weren't so cold and certain. After some moments, where she felt the doctor and Nurse Jansen exchange knowing looks, they both stood up and left the room. The Nurse had squeezed her hand before she left and said in a tiny voice; "I'm so sorry Lena...so very, very sorry."

Lena stayed unmoving until she heard the door close and their footsteps recede. Then she'd quaked and burst into tears, causing herself intense head pains, but she didn't care. She could barely feel it when compared to the aching inside. She slowly managed to lift her arms and wipe away her tears with shaking fingers. 

Just then, a voice filled the room, seeming to come from somewhere behind her head, but Lena couldn't turn towards him. "Don't cry kiddo...I'm coming to see you soon, I promise...just hold on a while longer. You just go to sleep, huh?"

Without trying to understand, she trusted her brother's words and closed her eyes. she so wanted to sleep now. In the dark room, Lena whispered; "I love you Matt." And then fell asleep. Just before she gave in to the dark, she was sure she felt a hand brush against hers. 

"I love you too kiddo." Matt sighed. 



A Brother's Love



Jake was bored, he'd been driving for hours down the interstate. He was tapping his fingers on the dash and driving the car listening to the radio, thinking about home. Jake just graduated from Florida State and was heading back down to St. Pete to be with his family and probably give his education a wheel, he didn't spend 4 years away from home just to say I he got a degree. He based his whole degree chose on being close to home, close to his parents and family. He was planning on becoming a teacher at his old school. He was remembering all the memories he had there. His first love, his first time, his friends, all of it. Then his mind went to his sister. He hadn't seen her in 4 years. He tried to come back home but school got in his way. Jake wasn't necessarily a nerd but the one thing that was important was his education. He tried to remember his sister, all he had was a picture to go on but it was an old one. She would be 18 by now. He remembered that she wasn't the prettiest girl in school but she was a cute girl. Green eyes, Brown hair, that all he had remembered about her.

He pulled was pulling into the driveway and noticed that no cares were around. It was late morning so his parent's would be at work and his sister at school. He parked his car, turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car. He stopped and looked at his house, tan paint on the brick walls, a brown roof, Brown garage door and also a brown door. Jake then went to the trunk of his car to get his bags. After gathering everything from his car he went to the door. He knocked a couple of times but there was no answer. Then he tried turning the handle to see if it was unlocked, the door popped open and he walked in.

'Hello, anybody home?" Jake yelled through the house. 

There wasn't a response so he went to his old room assuming that he was going to stay in his old room.

His room was exactly like it was four years before. His posters were on the walls, his furniture was in the same positions but it had a TV in it and all so an extra chair. He figured it became a guest room. He sat his bags down and looked around again, then walked to the bathroom to empty his tank. It was a hot day, sun was out not a cloud in the sky, and even though he was in an AC filled car all day he felt sweaty and stinky so he decided he would take a shower. After shaking off his penis he pulled his jeans up and walked back to his room to get a fresh change of cloths. While looking through his luggage he heard a noise from his closet. Jake had good hearing, better than a lot of people so he could hear the smallest noise. He turned around and walked to his closet. Opening the door he found his baby sister although she wasn't that cute 15 year old he remembered, she was an 18 year old goddess. She was sleeping in side the closet on the floor, for what reason Jake didn't have a clue. He knelt down and admired her wonderful body. She grew at least 3 inches since he'd left her hair was still silky brown, but her body changed drastically. She was skinner and more athletic her legs, being hugged by skin tight jeans, were healthy looking, her ass was firm and round, her hips had more impressive curves then he moved to her upper body. The slightly over weight tummy that used to poke out of her shirts wasn't there, and her breasts, were a sight, perfectly round and pressing against her shirt. Jake felt his penis grow a little bit, refusing to get a boner from his sister's body he stood up and walked away toward the bathroom.

Stripping down to nothing but his bare skin, Jake walked into the shower. He turned the water and adjusted the temperature so it was nice and warm. While showering he couldn't get the picture of his sister out of his mind. His cock started to grow again. 'what the heck, she's my sister' he gang to think 'I mean yeah she's drop dead gorgeous but I couldn't...could I' then he felt his hand pass his fully erect dick. He then began to stroke it, the picture of his sister in his mind the entire time. He beat it so hard it became red. His breathing became quicker and he held his breath once or twice then he finally came. As the sperm fell of his dick down the drain he felt a bit guilty, he was his sister for crying out loud. 

"knock, knock" A voice said while opening the bathroom door.

Jake's eyes widened and he quickly let go of his meat.

"Hey Robin." He said trying to hide the fact that he just masturbated to her.

"How's it going big brother?" She said from outside the glass door.

"Oh...not bad sis." He glanced down to his rod.

"What are you doing in there?" She asked

"Uh...taking a shower."

"Well I know that but I heard you breath a little funny before I came in...wait, you were jerking off weren't you?" She said surprised

"No! I was...I was...pulling something out of the drain that was lodged in there." He said knowing she wasn't going to believe him.

"Yeah right, you're full of it. So who were you jerking to?" She asked 

"No one in particular." He said thinking off how he'd just came to her.

"uh huh....no c'mon who was it/" She asked intently

"No one, just a playboy model I had in my head." Jake wasn't into those men magazines but he had to think of someone.

"eww...those fake bitches...you man." She said with a slight giggle

"You man? You're so stereotypical, like ever man looks at naked girls in magazines."

"Well you just admitted you have." She said with a more aggressive tone.

Suddenly the glass door swung open

"Hey!" Jake shouted

"Who was she Jake...I know you better, you're not a perv that looks online or in magazines to get his jolly off it's either the real deal or a real person." She was right, but still he couldn't let her know about his fantasy for her.

"Why are you interested in who I was masturbating to?"

"Because I am...now who was she?'

"I'm not telling just because you want to know so much."

Then two hands went for his ass and squeezed hard. Robin's mouth went to his ear and she spoke in a mean, seductive way.

"It was me wasn't it...hhhh...I got to admit I thought it was odd when I saw you gawking over my body in the closet but this...this is so taboo.

Jake turned his head around.

"You saw me looking at you?"

"Oh yeah..."She still had her aggressive voice. She then started to squeeze harder. "I even saw your little friend creep up in your jeans."

Robin let go of his ass. Jake turned around to look at her and she had a smirk on her face. There eyes were starring at each other then Robin's eyes glanced down at Jake's erecting member. She then looked back up at him. She smiled then in a second her shirt was off. She revealed her 26B breasts that jiggled when the shirt popped of her. She wore a dark green bra, just like her beautiful eyes. Then slipped down those skin tight jeans and tossed them on the floor and revealed dark green panties. Her ass was firm and smooth; her undies actually were a little loose at the bottoms.

"You know, I always had a thing for you...ha...I've always wanted...I've always wanted to fuck my big brother wrong or not. I mean look at you, you are a 6'4" modern day Hercules. You have muscular arms, flat stomach, pecs to die for. Then let's not forget about your round tight butt. Then we have your little friend..." Robin glanced down at Jake's groin, she then smiled "It seams that little friend of yours ain't so little after all."

Robin got down on her knees and started to lick the tip of Jake's penis.

"Robin...you're gorgeous but this isn't right, I'm brother. I need to be responsible for you, I have to look out for I have to keep guys from fucking you and most of all NOT fuck you." Jake said

"Jake, I'm women now, I am capable of looking out for myself and making my own choices. I choose to be with Jake."

"I...I do want you Robin, more than anything but...I don't know. It just seems wrong."

"Maybe...but you were in the wrong when you jacked off to me...I've done the same to you..." 

"Robin stop." Jake tried to interrupt her

"I look at your pictures all the time..." She continued

"Robin Stop!" He said a little louder

"Sticking my fingers in me imagining it being your cock..."

"Robin, I'm telling you to stop!" He yelled now

"I can't tell you how many times I've cum over the thought of you in me."

"SHUT UP!" Jake picked her off her knees and forced her to the wall.

Fear filled Robin's eyes. Jake then saw a tear come down her cheek. Realizing what he had done he let go of his sister and backed up to the other end of the shower. He then fell to his knees and covered his face.

"Robin, I didn't mean to." Jake said and began to whimper

Robin went towards him and knelt down in front of her brother and took his hands from his face.

"Jake, it was my fault...I never should have told you those things, I just wanted you to know."

"It's just...It's just..." Jake failed to finish

"Maybe I should go." Robin said

"No..." Jake said then grabbed her ankle. "I just, I want you more than any other woman in the world, you look amazing in your underwear and I bet even better with them off." 

Jake stood up and his little friend became big again. He grabbed her by the arms and pressed her gently against the wall, gazing into her eyes, down to her smirkish smile to her throat then to her bra. He stopped there and took his hands from her arms to undo the dark green bra. Noticing his fixation on that area she grabbed the snap from the back and pulled her brought off. The second she did that Jake's mouth went strait for her left breast. He began to lick and suck on her breast until her nipple hardened. When that happened he moved over to her right breast and placed his right hand in the position that his mouth was on. He was sucking and rubbing her breasts stroking her erect nipple and having her moan every other minute. He then stopped at gazed into her eyes making sure he was in the right. She smiled at him, grabbed his face and started to kiss him.

Jake backed away from the kiss and knelt down to were her vagina was, he glanced up at her and she nodded in agreement. He pulled her panties down from her thighs and slipped them of her legs and onto the floor next to her bra. Jake then lent in for the kill, he placed his tongue out and licked of all of her sex juices as best he could, then lunged into her. Her hands grabbed his head and pushed him into her further. Licking furiously he felt her climax and slurped up her girl cum. He then stood up face to face with her; she was trying to get her breath back from what she referred to as 'the most amazing climax ever'. He pulled her head close to his and Eskimo kissed her. She giggled a little then started really kiss him After a 2 minute make-out session Robin went down to his groin and started to suck his member. She didn't hesitate this time or lick the tip, she just lunged straight on to him. Sucking franctically Jake had to grab onto the wall because she was giving him a blow of a life time. Her mouth moved up and down on his mouth furiously and his dick was becoming bright red he finally gave out this huge grunt and shot his load into her mouth. Load after load after load shot into her mouth, Jake was even surprised that he came that much. After he finished she started to suck the remaining cum of his cock, after ever last drop was clean off him she stood up. She gazed into his eyes and say that he had fallen in love with her. She knew that their relationship wouldn't be brother and sister but lovers. 

Robin bit her lip then asked. "You want to head into my room."

Jake smiled then turned off the water. After getting out of the shower they both bunched their cloths together and head out through the hallway naked towards there rooms. When Jake head over to his sister's room his ears picked up another sound.

"Mom and Dad." He whispered under his breath. He then ran to Robin's room and said "Change of plans, mom and dad are home. Looks like were gonna have to shake the sheets tomorrow."

Robin shook her head and started to change. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jake was still standing there in her door way.

"Jake...your gonna get caught." She said flattered that he was turned on by her but also nervous that he would get caught.

"I know, I'm going, I just wanted to watch a little but." Then he ran to his room. Robin smiled and bit her lip again then felt a shiver down her spine.

"Robin, we're home!" He mom yelled out "Jake here yet?"

"Yeah mom, he's here." Robin replied

"Well have you guys been getting along?"

"Uh..." Robin was interrupted by Jake's voice as he cam out his room.

"Yeah Ma, we've been getting along, talking mostly but yeah we had a blast."

"Well that's good, come down here and give us a huge Jake, we've missed you so much."

"All right give me a minute."

Jake opened the door to his sister's room and caught her slipping into another pair of tight jeans. He raised a brow then went in and pinched her butt.

"Hey!" She jumped them turned and smiled back, giving a exclaimed wink. 

Jake walked out closed the door behind him went down and greated the rest of his family. Robin came down a few minutes later and they sat around talking about what's been happening in their lives. 

Jake always gave Robin glances and she returned them, the whole time his parents were talking he was thinking about one thing...Robin.



A Brother's Love



I am Prabhu. I am eighteen year old. I am in college doing a course in business management. I live in Chennai, India with my mother, sister Banu, and her husband Sampath. My father passed away three years ago. My sister and I are the only children of my parents. We are a happy family, but of late my sister not having a baby after two years of marriage has become a cause for some uneasiness. My mother is concerned, but does not express it openly. Not so my sister's mother, who in the Indian family is the one who has to be pleased and placated. This lady makes no secret of her disappointment. To her credit I must say that she does not single out my sister for the lapse. Most mothers-in-law put the entire blame on the daughters-in-law even in these modern days. 

I love my Akka (elder sister in the Tamil language) who is four years my senior. As a younger brother I have to show her respect by calling her Akka and not by name. Like all elder sisters she is very affectionate to me. She is almost like a second mother to me, a super mother in fact for unlike my mother she never finds fault with me even when I am in the wrong. But I must confess that I am unworthy of her. The love that I have for my sister is mixed with sexual feelings. I have heard it said that man cannot avoid such feelings, and those who pretend to be shocked when others confess to sexual feelings towards their near and dear ones with whom such relationships are improper are humbugs. May be it is so, but I feel that I should not be harbouring such feelings towards my sister.

When I jerk off I think only of her. I make a supreme effort to concentrate on other women, but at the climax my mind's eye sees only Akka in very immodest dress and postures. After I have climaxed I brood on my wickedness, but next time the same thing happens. This is not all. When her sari pallav falls off her shoulders, as it often happens, my eyes dart to the generous valley of her large breasts. I think women have some sort of telepathy that tells them that men's eyes are focusing on their body. Even when there is no possibility of her knowing that my eyes are on her breasts she would rearrange her pallav. But not always. Does her senses fail her at times, or is she allowing her brother to have some fun, or (and this thought sets by body tingling) does she love to show her body to me? Incidentally I have never seen her bare breasts or any other intimate parts of the body.

There is one other time when I have an exciting view of Akka. It is during her weekly oil bath. I do my best not to be at home on Friday midmornings; but sometimes when I happen to be about I admit with shame that I take advantage of her. She would come out of the bath with her hair wound up in a towel, wearing blouse and skirt. She would remove the towel and give her long hair a twitch or two. Then she would stand at the open door and show her hair to sunlight running a comb up and down to dry it. She never uses the blower. Against the dazzling whitewashed compound wall her body would stand in silhouette, and through the thin skirt I can see her splendid rear, her thighs, and from time to time even the bulge of her private parts. I would be hard and tense and sometimes even before the show is over I would rush to the toilet to jerk off.

One morning at breakfast I found Akka's eyes red and swollen with crying. I felt sad. I knew something had happened that morning. My sister and her husband were at the phone at daybreak, and they talked for quite a while. My sister's husband's people always called at that hour to benefit from the half rates. My Atthan (that is the Tamil term for brother; I of course cannot call him by name for he is my elder sister's husband) is not a person to make his wife cry so bitterly. I knew it had something to do with her barrenness. My Atthan left later for his tour. He was a medical representative who would be home only for weekends, and today was Monday. 

When I asked mother why Akka was weeping she had lots to tell. It seems that the lady doctor who had examined and tested my sister has found her normal. My Atthan is the person at fault. His sperm counts were low, and what is more many of the sperms were not in good condition. The doctor has said that while it is possible for my sister to conceive the chances are not good. When my sister's mother got the news she seems to have consulted a doctor in Madhurai, three hundred miles South of Chennai, where they live. Their doctor has suggested a method that is sure to succeed. My mother explained in her own way. It was not something she could say without embarrassment for sex education was not something she would approve of.

"Banu's doctor will inject other men's juices into her using a syringe," she said. My mother did not seem shocked at 'other men's juices' being used to impregnate her daughter. I had not difficulty in recognising that it was therapeutic insemination that the doctor was proposing.

"What does Atthan say?"

"He is for it. He says it is better than adoption."

"Banu?"

"She loathes the very thought."

"Why should she weep her eyes out? Nothing can be done without her written consent."

"My darling son you should know the subtle and not so subtle pressures that the husband and his family can bring to bear on the wife. She has no chance at all. Banu knows that. That's why she is weeping." Yes, the Indian woman total subservience is no fable. It happens day in and day out in all parts of the country.

"What do you propose to do?"

"Nothing. Banu belongs to their family. That's how it is."

"Next you will say that is how it should be."

"Yes, that is how it should be for the happiness of all," said mother vehemently. When women are for unquestioned obedience what chance have the reformers?

"I'll talk to her." 

"Better do. She needs sensible advice." 

I reviewed my feelings towards therapeutic insemination. Was I for my sister undergoing it or not? I wavered, but finally I took a stand—to support my sister. I could not possibly leave her to fight this battle with no one by her side.

*

I am Banurekha. Every one calls me Banu, but when my mother is annoyed or angry she calls me 'Banu-rekhaa,' with accent on the last syllable. She does that with my husband too. He is normally Sambu, but when she is not pleased with him he becomes 'Sampatt', with two and at times three Ts. Of course in our culture she cannot call her husband by name even when she is annoyed, which is often. She calls him Sampath's father when talking to others, or when talking to me he is 'your father-in-law'. As for my mother-in-law's name, I dare not name her even in print. It is a euphonious name of a goddess. That is as far as I can go. I call her Athai, the Tamil word for aunty.

My mother is a stickler for tidiness in the house unlike the home where I come from. The arrangements are more lax there. Within minutes of the top servant woman bringing in the sun-dried clothes I have to fold and put them away or else my mother-in-law will get annoyed. 'Every thing must get back to its place,' is something she repeats umpteen times every day. Sadly she has not inculcated this habit in her son. Every Monday morning when he is to go on his tour the entire human power in the household is mobilised to search for his spectacles!

My husband and I are now posing a problem to my mother. Two years after marriage I have not conceived. I can understand her anxiety for my husband is her only child. In our parts the ideal daughter-in-law is one who has her periods only after her first child is born! Usually the woman has to shoulder the entire blame if she cannot bear children. But my mother-in-law is kind to me; she holds my husband equally lacking in responsibility to the family. The Tamil word for barrenness is a derogatory word maladi. My mother-in-law has never used it with reference to me. I am thankful to her for that consideration. 

In India every married woman keeps her ears flapping for news of missing periods from newly married woman from their lists of friends and relatives. If the news is not forthcoming within a reasonable time they raise questions, and if after a year there is still no news the young bride's physiology becomes a topic for gossip. To the mother a barren daughter-in-law is a calamity. Steps are soon taken to set matters right. Pujas (prayers) on specified days, tying toy sized replicas of cradles on trees set apart for this purpose in many temples, visit to the temple at Rameswaram at the very tip of India, and so on and so forth, and finally as a last resort help is sought from modern medicine. I went through all that and finally got an appointment with a doctor who was an expert in curing barrenness. The lady doctor who examined me was a stern type. 

"How many times a week do you have coitus?" she asked. I turned to my husband.

"I am asking you?"

"Three." 

"Only three?"

"He goes away on tour for five days in a week."

"If he is back on Friday night and leaves on Monday morning that is ample time for more than three," she said. "Do you have orgasms?" I nodded.

"Yes or no?" 

"Yes."

"Why that hesitant reply. Do you know what orgasm is? Do you have it every time you have sex?"

"No."

"Fifty percent? You must give truthful answers. It is important."

"Not that many. Much less." To be truthful I do not remember having had a proper orgasm. I could hardly say that in the presence of my husband. The doctor sensed that.

"Mr. Sampath, if you could please be outside I can find out more about your sex life," she said, and my husband left the room.

There were more questions to which my replies were unsatisfactory. The doctor was a fan of foreplay. She did not think that fondling and kissing are foreplay. She wanted me to offer him my nipples for sucking and then lie down and spread and invite him to lick my clitoris till I had orgasm. She spoke in such blunt terms that I squirmed. She seems to be deriving enjoyment in talking this way.

"Men know very little of the woman's needs in sex. You have to teach them," she said. I got bold.

"Doctor, do you want me to ask him to...?"

"Lick. Be bold woman. That precisely what you have to do. And show him where to lick. You will be surprised that men have the vaguest idea of our private parts. If you doubt my word ask him to name the parts tonight. I see you are blushing. You should work yourself up to a state where you do not blush. Understand?" Orgasms, she said, are important for the uterus sucks in semen during orgasms. She then examined me and ordered for many tests both for my husband and me. The tests however were conclusive thus sparing me another lecture. Unfortunately even the best coital technique cannot solve our problem—my husband's sperm count was well below normal.

"Are there any sperms at all," I asked during my second visit.

"There are though many are not quite normal."

"But only one is needed?"

"That's true. The chances are not good but it is not impossible for you to conceive."

"Has it happened in your experience, doctor?"

"It has darling," said the doctor suddenly becoming tender. She pinched me on the cheek and said, 'Deep down in my heart I can sense that in spite of what science tells us you will be a mother soon. Read this booklet I have written, and ask your husband also to read it. I have explained everything an Indian bride and bridegroom must know about sex." 

I was happy to see her so optimistic, but the events that unfolded two days later were bad news for me. My mother called and dropped a bombshell. She had explained our situation to her doctor in Madhurai and she suggested therapeutic insemination. This doctor it seems was a state renowned expert in this. I was aghast, but my mother-in-law brushed my objections aside. 

"Please give me sometime Athai," I said, "we'll try prayers. Prayers they say can work magic."

"Prayers can and they do work wonders. I'll give three months." I was not sure if she was granting the time-out for me or for the powers of prayer. Significantly my mother had no objection to therapeutic insemination. Anything was acceptable to have a grandchild.

I did not have much hope. Three months is not a long period, and when that is over my husband's family, which is now my family, will apply pressure that I cannot resist. I wept. That was all I could do.

*

Prabhu again:

I could meet Akka alone only after lunch. I had no classes that afternoon and my mother was attending a series of religious discourses in a temple in another corner of the city. During class I was pondering about my sister's dilemma; I had a plan. 

Akka lay turned to the wall and was sleeping. She heard me come in and sat up. 

"Have you come to console me or convince me?" she asked.

"Neither; I want to know what happened?"

"They want me to undergo therapeutic insemination. I don't want to carry any man's child. I thought mother would be shocked. She was not. These seniors are all he same. They want grandchildren at any cost. You?"

"What is your objection?"

"I won't know what defect my child would have inherited from his unknown father: Mental disease, criminality, diabetes and so many others. Yes, there may be good things too. He may be a genius. May be I am having a negative mindset, an obsession even, but I cannot go through life watching my child all the time for defects to appear."

"I am with you Akka," I said.

"Thank you. At least I have one supporter. I prefer to be barren if that is want it finally comes to. But I know I will have to agree." I thought she would start crying, but she did not. This was the time to broach my plan.

"Suppose I am the donor would mother mind?" My sister looked up. Her large round eyes had a puzzled look about them. Apparently she had not thought of such a possibility.

"Mother would be scandalised to hear you say that," she said slowly.

"Atthan?"

"I won't dare mention it to him," she said at once.

"You?" She stared long at floor, and then she slowly shook her head as if she would not object.

"You must speak."

"I won't object," she said slowly. "That would be all right." Another pause. "I may even welcome it," she said and then she looked up. "Parbha, I'd love it." Prabha is a girls name and when she is tender to me she always calls me that way. Our eyes met and Akka hugged me and burying her head on my chest she sobbed like a child.

Even an eighteen-year-old brother hugging a sister is not done in our parts. But Akka clung to me as if in desperation. I held her tight and called her my darling.

"Don't worry Akka, you need not carry any man's baby. You will carry mine." One hand of mine was on her cheek now wet with tears, and the other on her head pressed to my chest. She sobbed all the more. "Don't weep my darling I cannot bear to see you sob like this. Our prayers will surely be answered." She held me tight as if she would sink if she did not. Her sobbing suddenly ceased. 

"Prabha," she said, "isn't what you suggest impossible without mother or Atthan knowing."

"Easy. Atthan is away all week days and mother off to her discourses almost every day."

"But how can we do this on our own without a doctor?" 

I had not thought of that, but the answer came to me at that moment and I blurted it out.

"We can in nature's way." It was a horrible thing to have said, and there was no way I could take it back. My heart was thudding as I waited for enormity of what I suggested to sink in. If Akka had drawn back in horror I do not think the relationship between us would have been normal gain. She did not. Instead her grip on me tightened. I breathed again. I was bold enough to say more.

"It is not passion Akka. It is no different from what a doctor does with his syringe. If we had the means of doing in the doctor's way we would have done that." Still no word from Akka. Then she spoke.

"But you know nothing about how it is done?"

"You know enough for both of us," I said. Then she did something quite unexpected. She released her grip on me and lay down. 

"We'll do it," she said "Come on top of me"

*

Banu again:

When my brother came to my room I was sure that he had come on instructions from mother to persuade me. But what he suggested took me by surprise.

"Suppose I were the donor would mother mind?" he said. I had not thought of such a possibility at all. 

"She would be shocked beyond measure," I said. 

"Atthan?"

"I would not dare ask him that question."

"You?" he asked. I thought about it. Why not? I nodded. He wanted me to speak out my answer. At first I was hesitant, but soon it dawned on me that it would be a perfect release from my predicament. After all he is my flesh and blood. I can bear his child. I said yes with considerable enthusiasm. The release from the noose that was tightening me was so great that I hugged him and sobbed. Then doubts appeared.

"We have to keep it secret from mother and Atthan. Is that possible?" He said it would be easy because mother was away for her discourses so often and Atthan was away all weekdays.

"But how would we get it done?" I asked him. I thought of the syringes and gloves and drapes and all that and my hopes were crashing down. 

"We can in nature's way," he said. He was proposing that I have sex with him, but he spoke as if he was suggesting something that happens every day. It should have been shocked, but I do not know why I was not. Prabhu went on to soften the thought by suggesting that it would not be with passion and could hence be thought of as if on par with the procedure that the doctor would have done. I was not paying attention to that. I decided that it was all right with me, but did my little brother know how to? 

"You know for both of us," he said. I decided to go through with it. 

"Get on top of me," I said as I lay back. When I think of it now I am astonished at the casualness with which all this happened.

A change now came over Prabhu. He was no longer the brave man who had come out with such a stunning solution to my problem. He stood with eyes vacant of expression, his mouth open, and sweating from every pore. My heart went out to him in his misery. I held his head to my chest exactly as he had done mine a few minutes ago.

"Its God's doing Prabha," I said, "this is how He performs His miracles, making people do what they by themselves would not do even in their dreams. You know my college friend Stella. One day she told the story of one of the Christian prophets whose family God saved when the rest of humanity God destroyed in anger. And then this prophet's wife herself disobeyed and God changed her to salt. God did not allow the family He loved to perish. He made the two daughters of this prophet to seduce their father and they bore him children who multiplied. Christians are so strict in such matters that I did not believe her till she brought the bible and showed me the passage." I held him tight as I said this and kissed him on all parts of the face. He was reviving too and he pecked in return.

"I do not consider I am wronging my husband," I said. "I am offering him a baby as good as if it is his own and not some unknown person's syringe product. In my mind I have no doubt at all that what I am doing is not only moral but ethical too."

Prabhu was listening. 

"You used to be excited to see my body, " I continued, "I would sometimes put on a low-necked blouse like this and you would be darting glances on it. I would look away so that my little brother can have some excitement. I must confess that I got a kick out of it too. And when you were in the house during my oil bath I would wear a thin skirt so that you can see my body through it. It used to be funny the way you would run away to the bathroom, I suppose to jerk off. No darling there is no need to be ashamed that I knew it all the time. I suppose all brothers and sisters play such innocent games. It is all part of growing up." I sought his lips and we kissed on the lips. Prabhu was now aroused and when I kissed with my tongue he did the same.




A Brother's Love



"Undo my blouse hooks," I said and he did with trembling hands. "Undo the bra hook," I said and turned my back. He did so. I removed the bra and turned and showed him my bare breasts. I held his head and I pressed it on my breasts.

"Imagine you are my little baby, take those tits in your lips and suck." I presented one tit and he took it between his lips and gently munched it. It produced a thrilling sensation, so thrilling that I wanted him to continue.

"Undo my skirt tapes," I said. I had already removed my sari. "You have not seen any grown woman without clothes, have you?" He shook his head. He had not. "In towns you don't get chances, but in the villages in the wells and in the tanks men and boys see women bathe and quite often they can see their bodies when they soap and wash themselves. In their homes too that are mostly one-roomed, brothers and sisters often get to see each others bodies." Thus encouraged my brother undid the tapes and I removed my skirt altogether. I stood up.

"See me," I said, posing with my arms tied behind my back. We hugged and we kissed and then he undressed and then we lay, both naked and I spread and he came on top of me and I caught his cock that was big and hot and then I inserted. I was so wet that it went in and we hugged, brother and sister now one in body. And then he ejaculated. I could feel his semen flowing in huge spurts into me, and great happiness filled my heart.

As he rose my brother spoke for the first time.

"Don't move Akka. Don't allow even a drop to spill." I held my thighs together tight. He lay by my side and fondled me. The mental energy he must have expended in these few minutes must have been great for he slept in exhaustion. I woke him up. Mother will be back soon. I tidied the bedroom and washed and changed and moved to the kitchen. I prepared coffee and when Prabhu appeared I made dosai and he ate. 

Mother noticed that I had got over my misery.

"You convinced her Prabhu," she said.

"He has not," I said, "I am sure God will make me bear a child whose father is not some unknown."

"Praise God, He would," said mother. "Many in my group did not think much of what the Madhurai doctor has advised. Everyone in my group is doing special pujas for you. He will surely respond to the sincere prayer of so many devotees."

The next day just before dawn I got up shivering with fear. In my selfish anxiety to have a baby what have I done to my little brother? I have forced an innocent eighteen-year-old boy to commit incest with his sister, a more heinous act that which cannot exist. After a start like this it is inevitable that step-by-step he is going to be a womaniser and die of AIDS. I went to the puja room and prayed as I have never prayed before.

That afternoon mother stayed at home and Prabhu attended classes. The next day mother said she is going again and Prabhu took leave from college. When he came in I apologised to him for leading him along the path of perdition.

"What's wrong with you Akka. Do you think I'll ever do anything to make mother and you miserable? I know how much trust you two and father when he was alive had in me. I'll never let you down. I promise that there will only be three women in my life, mother, you and my wife whoever that is going to be." It surprised me that the shivering, perspiring boy of yesterday was so mature and so assured today. He held my head with both his hands and shook it as if I was a mischievous baby. He then kissed me and then he whispered into my ear: 

"I've read the book. I know what I must do to give you orgasms so powerful that your womb will suck in every drop. He then undressed me bit by bit, and then he stood back and admired me and then he undressed. 

"Lie down Akka, I want to see all that your doctor has described in her book." I lay down and he spread my thighs and then he first kissed my parts, and then spread the inner leaves till the clitoris pouted out, and then he touched the tip of the clitoris with tip of his tongue, and when I moved my hips he knew that he was doing it the right way and he licked while I rubbed his scalp with the tip of my fingers.

"Parbha darling you are close but you are not touching," I said. He lifted up his head to see where he had to lick and he licked, and again I said, "Prabha darling you are close but not quite there." Again he lifted up his head and shook his head in dismay for he had touched all parts that were visible. He tried again, and suddenly he touched the G spot, and then without my being aware of it my pelvis was moving with great speed, and then he licked in wide slow sweeps, and then for the first time in my life my body wracked in orgasm. 

"Prabha, get on top and enter me, quickly," I said. He got on top and I held his large and hot organ and it went smoothly for I was pouring so much that my thighs were wet. He moved and I moved, and then he ejaculated just as I had another orgasm more powerful than the first, and then he waited and then I had it again and again. I was wholly exhausted and so was my brother. We held each other in a tight embrace and slept. 

We hurriedly got up for mother's arrival time was near. We washed and I prepared coffee and tiffin for my brother and mother came and told us that her friends have promised to offer pujas for me till I conceived. For the next fortnight Prabhu and I had many such days to ourselves. We should know the results of all this activity in a few days. 

My periods did not appear on the 26th day as it so often unerringly and unwelcomingly did for two years. I waited for two days before announcing to mother. Mother waited for two more days before announcing to my mother. Every morning before seven in the morning we had a call for Madhurai for the next ten days to confirm the good news. My mother-in-law was to come that weekend to take me away to her home and there I will stay till I came back in my seventh month to my mother's house for the delivery. Knowing young people's desires she was not taking any chances. 

My mother was due the next morning and mother had gone once again for her discourses. Prabhu came in and handled me as if I was a fragile glass object.

"Now do you believe in miracles, Prabhu," I asked.

"I do, Akka," he said.

I reached for his lips. He moved back as if it was taboo, but I held him and dragged him to me and kissed him. His resistance gradually ebbed away and we kissed passionately. 

"We will have it one last time, Prabha," I said. "No, you don't lie on me." I sat on the desk and leaned on the wall. My feet were on the table edge and he came forward. I held his cock and as he came forward I inserted. 

"Not all of it," I said. Only the rose was in. He could see it inside me, something that he was never been able to do before. He watched fascinated and I also watched with equal interest. He looked up and I looked up and our eyes met and we hugged emotionally. And then as I watched he moved the rose in and out till both of us were on the edge. That was the end of our resistance. He plunged in as we climaxed in unison. Then we parted. I left for Madhurai the next evening. 

My mother and brother came on brief visits twice during the period I was away. I was back with mother when I was seven months pregnant. 

Two days before the date due I delivered a boy baby. 

*

Prabhu again:

I saw my nephew in hospital. Akka presented him to me. He was sleeping, but from time to time he pouted his lips.

"He smiles you know," said my sister with pride. The nurse allowed me to carry him for 30 glorious seconds. Akka turned the little fellows head to one side and pointed to his ear. There was an indentation in the tragus of the ear (the cartilage in front of the ear hole) just as I have, and on the left side too. Akka smiled as if to thank me for what I have done for her.

A week later, on an auspicious day, the Madhurai grandparents of my nephew came to see their grandson.

My Akka removed the mosquito net that was covering the cradle and mother had the first glimpse of the baby. He was sleeping as usual. The grand mother took the child in her arms. He opened one eye and then closed it. Grandmother's face glowed in supreme happiness. It was now the turn of the grandfather to carry the baby.

"He is a spitting image of uncle," I said turning to the grandfather. The baby did not resemble him or anyone else I know. My mother had told me to say that. She said it was the custom to extend that courtesy to the paternal grandfather. He beamed.

"That's what everyone who had seen his photo is telling," he said modestly. 

"Have you held the baby," Akka's mother asked me.

"For a few seconds," I said.

"Hold him now. After the parents and grandparents the Mama (maternal uncle) is the most important person in a child's life," she said. "Banu support the head." I held the baby. Akka's hand was under my hand supporting the head. The little fellow pouted his lips. He was a great one for lip pouting. Akka gently moved her fingers to intertwine her fingers into mine.

"Mama has assumed his responsibilities," said Akka. 

*

Banu has only one child, but Prabhu married in due course and has a boy and a girl. Both the grandmothers are now on the next items in their agenda. This time it is a twin project: The first one, that at the appropriate time ancient customs would prevail and Banu's son would claim his right to marry Prabhu's daughter. The second item is even more ambitious: They want to be alive to see their great grand child.



A Brother's Love







A Brother's Love







A Brother's 'Love'



"It feels real good but not as good as when you do it. I'm getting close, Baby, real close." I started stroking faster as I stepped closer, getting between her spread legs. My cock was right in her face, my hand nearly hitting her in the nose she was that close.

"Open up, Baby, here it comes!" I grunted.

Pat opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I placed the head of my cock on the very end of it as the first spurt of my orgasm exited the head. I have to admit it was awesome seeing my cock spitting cum all over her tongue as her mouth hung open and she stared into my eyes. I squeezed the last few drops off the head then wiped it on her tongue to make sure she got it all. Pat looked up at me, her mouth wide open, as she sloshed her tongue back and forth in the cum that had gathered there. With a smile she closed her mouth and swallowed, opening her mouth again to show me that there was nothing left. She stood and came into my arms, kissing me hotly.

I could taste the remnants of my orgasm in her mouth as our tongues fought each other. Pat pulled back, reluctantly it seemed, and gazed into my eyes.

"Thank you, Baby. I know not many men would jerk off for their wives. I love you, George," she said as she hugged me tightly.

I kissed the top of her head but I was conflicted. At this moment I could believe she really did love me but then the memory of last nights conversation between her and my brother intruded and I realized it was all a lie. "I love you, Pat," I said but I was talking to the woman I'd married, not the cheating slut who was in my arms.

We released each other and climbed into bed. After a quick kiss goodnight I turned off the light and settled down to sleep.

**********

The next morning I called in to work after I pulled out of the driveway telling my boss I'd be in late as I was having car trouble. I had some things I needed to do that morning to be ready for the big show this evening. I'd already packed my digital camera in my briefcase so my next stop was the hardware store. I picked up a small package of clothesline and a roll of duct tape. I also picked up a few other things so the clerk wouldn't think I was going to kidnap someone and call the cops on me. My next step was the bank where I took half of our savings and opened a new account in my name only.

Next I called the credit card company, telling them I'd lost my wallet and needed to cancel my card. I told them to issue one card in my name only and to cancel the joint account. We'd only been in our house for a few years and we didn't have much equity beyond our down payment into it. We would have to sell the house and I planned to split the proceeds 50-50 with her, after all I did love her once. I wasn't in any hurry to get a lawyer because I knew that after tonight I'd have enough evidence to make an uncontested divorce her best option. I was hoping I could convince her to draw up a settlement ourselves and then only hire a lawyer to file the papers.  That was my hope at least.

I went into work at noon and, surprisingly, got a lot done. I left at my usual time and hit a restaurant near work for supper. I wanted it to be dark when I got home so I hung out at the mall for a while and as the sun was setting I headed out.

As I neared my house I saw that the only lights on in the house were those upstairs, in our bedroom. It looked like they had taken the bait.  I pulled into my driveway, shutting off the engine and coasting in so I wouldn't draw attention. I closed the door part way and then pushed it closed with my hip. I had my bag containing the camera, rope, and duct tape in a cloth bag so it wouldn't make any noise.

I opened the door carefully and slipped inside. I took off my shoes and started climbing the stairs. Our bedroom was not in direct line of sight with the stairs so no one saw me but I still climbed slowly, keeping my ears peeled for any sign of them. As I got to the top of the stairs I could hear noises coming from the master bedroom. I crept silently to the door and stopped.

"It sure was good of old George to invite me over tonight to keep you 'company', wasn't it, pet?" Louis said happily.

"Yes, Master. It was a real surprise but I'm not complaining. I can't get enough of you, Sir. I miss serving you. I miss having your hands all over my body, giving me pain and pleasure," Pat said on a sigh.

If you miss me so much why don't you leave George? I'd love to have you with me always."

"I can't, Master, I love George too much. I don't think I could handle our relationship 24/7, Sir. As much as I enjoy you dominating me I couldn't give up my life with George."

"How can you love George and still give yourself to me?" Louis asked curiously.

"It's because you opened my eyes to this part of me that I want to continue it. I couldn't do this with George, he'd think I was a pervert but you made me like this when you first forced yourself on me. I can allow myself to act this way because you brought out this side of me. George hasn't complained about my newfound sexual freedom but I don't think he'd understand my desire to be dominated and punished. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah, I guess it does. We do things for each other that no one else will do. I know that I want this to continue for as long as possible.  Do you think George suspects anything?"

I couldn't wait to hear this.

"God I don't think so. I sure as hell hope not, he'd divorce me in a heartbeat and probably beat the shit out of you!" She paused then continued. "No, George doesn't suspect, not after what he did for me last night."

"Oh, what did he do for you last night?"

"Since we had fucked earlier I knew I couldn't fuck George so I decided to do something we'd never done before. I asked George to jerk off for me then cum in my open mouth." Pat groaned. "Just thinking about it has me all hot again. I'd never seen a man jerk off before and it was so sexy, especially when he got ready to cum. He stepped in real close and was beating his cock so hard right in my face. I got so close I thought he was going to hit me! I came myself when George shot off in my mouth, it was that exciting!"

"Wow, you came without being touched? I thought you only did that for me."

"It was only a small one, not like the massive ones you give me, Sir." Pat said sultrily.

"Good, I'd hate to think that I'm losing my edge. How about we go shower, I love fucking you in the bathtub!" Louis said.

"Yes, Master!" Pat giggled. I heard the rustling of the bedclothes and then the light went on in the bathroom. I snuck in the bedroom and got my camera ready. With the light coming from the bathroom I was able to stand slightly off to one side and still see everything very clearly. I started clicking off a few pictures as they got the shower started.

Pat was bent over the tub getting ready to turn on the water, her ass in the air, as Louis stepped up behind her. He grabbed her around the hips with one arm as he smacked her ass harder than I thought possible.

"Ouch! Master, what was that for?" Pat asked curiously.

"Because I felt like it, pet. Your body is mine to please or punish as I see fit, isn't that right?" he said as he smacked her just as hard on the other asscheek.

"Oh," she groaned, "yes, Master, my body is yours to use and abuse."

He stood her up and grabbed her tits roughly, almost mauling them.  He pinched her nipples so hard I thought he would break them off but all she did was moan louder and rub her body against him.

"I just love your tits, pet. You have the kind of nipples I love to abuse.  Turn around and put your hands behind your back!"

Pat turned quickly, grasping her right wrist with her left and as they met behind her back. She stood up proudly with her tits thrust out.

"Very good, pet, now spread your legs shoulder width apart." Pat did as he bid, her eyes glowing with lust. It was obvious to me that she wanted what she knew was coming. "Now, count as I taught you."

"Yes, Master!" Pat said enthusiastically as a shudder of anticipation ran through her.

I have to admit I was so stunned that I forgot I was supposed to be capturing this for 'posterity'. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it. Louis stepped back to admire the view then he brought his hand down on her breast and nipple so hard I jumped at the crack sound it made.

"OH!" Pat groaned. "One, thank you, Sir, may I have another!"

The second slap fell on her other breast and nipple with equal ferocity.

"TWO! Thank you, Sir, may I have another!"

I picked up the camera and caught the next eight strokes, marveling at the ferocity of the beating she was getting. I could see, due to her stance, that her juices were running down her legs so she must have been enjoying it. Her tits were bright red with hand marks and her nipples were swollen almost to bursting it seemed.

"Please, Master, may I cum?" Pat cried.

"No, you may not slut! I'm not nearly done with you yet. Turn around and grab the side of the tub."

Again, Pat hurried into position. She spread her legs wide and swayed her ass in the air, again anxious for the attention she was going to receive.

"Remember to count, pet, or I'll have to start all over." Louis growled.

He did to her ass what he had done to her tits, raining down blows that caused her knees to almost buckle but through it all she counted and asked for another blow. Again I took pictures throughout, amazed at the woman I thought I knew but really hadn't. When her ass was redder than her tits Louis stopped.

"PLEASE, Master! May I cum?!" Pat begged.

"Not just yet my pet. I have one more stroke for you then you may come."

"Oh, please, Master! Please I need to cum!"

I'll be honest with you, I couldn't figure out what he planned but I knew I'd find out soon. I had enough pictures for my purposes so I flipped the camera to movie mode. I knew that I wanted to get the next few minutes captured as live action.

Louis stepped closer, running his hand up and down Pat's dripping cunt. She groaned and hunched her ass against his hand moaning like she was being tortured. All of a sudden his hand moved back and he slapped her directly on her cunt! You'd have thought she was shot; she screamed and threw her head back, crying out her orgasm!

"I'M CUMMIIIINNNNGGG!" she screamed as her legs buckled under her causing her to fall to her knees, shaking and shuddering.

Louis didn't wait for her orgasm to stop. He picked her up by her waist and shoved his cock into her in one stroke.

"That's it, pet! CUM you little slut! What would good old George say if he saw you cumming like a whore after getting slapped on the cunt!" he yelled.

It was time to let my 'loving' brother know exactly what I thought about it. I snuck into the bathroom but he must have sensed I was there. He started to turn just as my fist connected with the side of his head. He dropped like he'd been pole axed, hitting his head on the tile floor as he landed.

Pat, unaware of what had happened groaned out her frustration.  "Fuck me, Master, please!" she cried out.

I reached over and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back so that she was looking in my eyes.

"Your 'Master' is indisposed, slut!" I released her head and she fell, face first, into the tub. She scrambled away from me and started screaming. "OhGODOHGOHGODNOOOOOOOO!"

"Shut the fuck up, slut!" I yelled. Pat quieted down but she shrank away from me, cowering in the tub. I picked up the bag where I had dropped it and took out two lengths of rope. I used one to tie Louis's hands behind his back and the other to tie his feet. I took out the duct tape and put a piece over his mouth making sure not to cover his nose. I wanted him quiet, not dead. I also wrapped his cock and balls in duct tape, making sure it was thoroughly embedded in his pubic hair. I didn't envy him trying to remove it!

I bent down and hoisted his unconscious body over my shoulder. I picked up my bag and shoved it in my pocket. I turned to face my soon to be ex-wife.

"Get dressed and pack your shit. Once I've taken care of him I'll be back for you!" I started to walk out but turned back, having one more thing to say. "By the way, I *hate* pierced nipples!" I walked out of the bathroom, down the stairs and out to my car, with my wife's wailing ringing in my ears. I popped the trunk and dumped Louis inside. He groaned but still seemed to be out.

The ride to my parent's house was quick but rough; at least it was if you were riding in the trunk. I made sure I hit every bump and pot hole, even if I had to go over the center line to do so. If a cop had been behind he I'd have been pulled over, but luck was with me.

I backed into the driveway, nearest the gate leading to the back yard.  My parent's weren't home, it was their night out at the VFW, I knew that as it was part of my plan. I opened the trunk and as the light came on the frightened eyes of my ex-brother met mine.

"I hope you enjoyed the ride, you son of a bitch!" I hoisted him out of the trunk, which wasn't easy as he struggled until I punched him in the gut. "Quit struggling, you fucker or I'll dump you on the front lawn!"

The punch and the threat got to him because he quieted, allowing me to get him over my shoulder. I opened the gate, making my way down the side of the house and into the back yard. I dumped him on the grass none too gently. Grabbing him by the hair, I brought him nose to nose with me.

"I'll tell you this once and only once. You will stay away from me. If you see me coming you will turn and *run* the other way because if I ever see you again I *will* kill you. If you're smart, which I doubt you are considering you were fucking my wife, you'll leave town.  Also do not try to see or contact Pat because I'll know and I'll come looking for you!" I hissed.

I pulled out the paper I'd prepared from my bag, attached another strip of duct tape to it, and placed it on Louis's chest, making sure it was thoroughly embedded in his chest hair. The note told my parents to ask Louis why he was in this condition, signed by me. I wanted to make sure they knew who did this to him and they were going to know why.

"I'm leaving now, fucker, but don't worry, mom and dad should be home in another couple of hours. I'm sure they'll find you because tomorrow is garbage day and dad always puts the trash out at night." I debated on kicking him in the nuts but decided against it.

I arrived home to find Pat sitting in the living room, her bags by the door. I grabbed the two suitcases. "Let's go slut, we've got a long drive ahead!"

Pat ran by me, her eyes wide with fear, as she hurried to the car.  After putting her bags in the trunk I climbed in and took off without a word.

"W-w-where are we going?" Pat asked nervously.

"Your parent's house."

"No, not there!" she cried.

"Shut up, slut! I didn't ask for your input!"

Pat cowered against the door, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. Her parents lived about an hour away and by the time we got there it would be pretty late. I was looking forward to waking them up!

The rest of the trip passed in silence, if you discount the sniffing and crying coming from the passenger's seat. I was fuming the whole time and her bawling was doing nothing to calm me down.

"Would you stop your bawling? It's getting on my nerves and right now you don't want to piss me off any more than I already am!" She stopped, or if she did cry she did it silently, for which I was very grateful. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into her parent's driveway. I turned in my seat and glared at my soon to be ex-wife.

"Let's go, slut, time to wake good old mom and dad!" I grabbed the suitcases, dumped them on the porch and leaned on the doorbell.

It didn't take long before the door was thrown open by her father, her mother close behind. Both of them were in their pajamas.

"George! What the hell are you doing? Why are you ringing the doorbell at this time of night?" he asked angrily.

"Ask her, she's the reason we're here," I said as I pointed my thumb over my shoulder.

"Pat? What is this all about?" her father asked confused.

Pat's head hung on her chest, refusing to meet her father's eyes. I was getting impatient.

"You'd better tell him or *I* will, and believe me I'll tell him everything!" I hissed in her ear.

That got her attention. She hurried to speak before I could continue.

"I-I did something bad, Daddy. I need a place to stay. Please?" she begged.

Before her dad could ask me anything more I was halfway down the walk. "Goodnight folks!" I said over my shoulder as I climbed in the car and drove off.

**********

By the time I got back to the house it was 2 AM and I was beat. I pulled off my clothes and collapsed on the bed in the spare room.  Tomorrow I had a lot of things to do, first among them was to throw out the bed in the master bedroom, but now all I needed was sleep. I slept fitfully, dreams of Louis and Pat together floating through my brain, causing me to wake up in cold sweats. Finally about 7:00 I gave up and went downstairs to make some coffee.

The coffee helped, as did some toast, but that was all I could keep down. I chuckled sadly thinking I'd needed to lose some weight and it looked like I was going to be doing that now. I sat, drinking coffee until the pot was empty, then headed upstairs to shower. Clean and shaved I dressed and made preparations to get rid of the bedroom furniture.

The phone rang, interrupting my plans.

"George? What have you done, George!"

"Mom? What are you talking about?"

"Why did you do that to your brother? I want an answer, now!"

Now I was pissed! That son of a bitch ex-brother of mine hadn't told my parents the reason I had done what I did to him. I was going to fix his ass for sure now.

"I'll be right over, Mom." I hung up before she could make any reply.

The trip to my parent's house took less time than it should have because I about broke every traffic law on the way. I was out of the car and in the house in seconds.

"Where is he?! Where is that son of a bitch?!" I hollered.

"George!" my mother yelled, "Stop that yelling, I'm not deaf. Who are you looking for?"

"That no good ex-brother of mine. Where is he?!"

"He's still at the hospital, with your father."

"Damn, I wanted to get my hands on him!" I said still furious.

"Don't you think you've done enough already?" she asked pointedly.  "Why did you do it, George? Answer me!"

"*I've* done enough? No, Mom, I haven't done nearly enough to him, not yet I haven't. I gave him a chance to come clean last night and it's obvious he wormed out of telling you what he's done, so now it's my turn. I'll *make* him tell you what he's done!"

"You will not touch him, George! I will not have you terrorizing him.  Now, if you have something to say you'd better say it, or you can leave!"

"You want to know why I did it? Okay, I'll tell you why. I caught Louis and Pat having sex last night in my bed and my bathroom, and it wasn't the first time either!" I was shaking, I was so angry. He'd tried to make me out to be the bad guy!

"That's impossible! Louis wouldn't do that! He loves you and Pat!"

"He loves Pat, that's for sure! He loves putting it to her while she's bent over the bathtub!" The shocked look on my mother's face told me she still didn't believe me. "And I've got the pictures to prove it too!"

"P-p-pictures?" she said confused now.

"Yes, Mom. I've got pictures *and* video! I knew something wasn't right and then I overheard a conversation between the two of them.  Last night I set them up and caught them in the act. I took plenty of pictures and some video so I'd have the evidence I need when I divorce that slut I'm married to. I told Louis I never wanted to see or speak to him again and I expected him to tell you the truth.  Obviously he didn't do that so I had to. I'm sorry, Mom but it's the truth." My anger wound down, my shoulders slumped.