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Brother Cucks Brother?

By: schwiftnschure



Teri and I were on our way to my brother's place for a summer-time barbecue last June. As we made our way down the highway, we were discussing my wife's desire to join a bunch of her friends who were planning a 14-day cruise on the Mediterranean.

"It's going to cost about $3,000, which will include travel, cruise, and expenses," Teri explained to me, "and I really want to make this trip."

Unfortunately, as I explained to my wife, we were still paying down the IRS as well as some home maintenance expenses we had incurred the previous winter. I just didn't see that dropping $3,000 was in the cards at this time in our lives. Teri was rational enough to realize what I was saying was true, but I could tell she just didn't want to give up on the idea. On top of that, she would have to get her deposit in by the following week; otherwise it was a mute point.

The barbecue at my brother Jay's place was pretty casual. Eight years my elder, Jay and I were as close as two brothers could be, albeit we lead completely different lifestyles. Jay owned a large solid waste disposal company, while I was a business manager for a school district. Sitting around the backyard of his suburban home, conversation bounced back and forth between shop talk, and local politics, as we enjoyed beers and waited for the wives to bring out the tri tip roast we were going to barbecue.

"Teri was telling me about this wonderful cruise she wants to go on." Said Jay's wife Sarah, as she and Teri wandered out into the backyard. "Jay, I think I'd like to go on that too." Teri then explained to Jay all about this wonderful cruise to the Med, along with all the ports of call, and the amenities of the cruise ship.

Jay seemed to have no problem agreeing to his wife's request, especially since she would be traveling with my wife. Even at age 50, Sarah was not a "worldly" person when it came to travel. If she went on this cruise, it would be the first time that she had even left the North American continent. Teri, on the other hand, had joined me on several trips to Europe over the years, and was quite comfortable with foreign travel.

"One big problem." I said to the other three, "we don't even have the money to make the deposit deadline next week, let alone pay for the entire package." I was sorry to have to be the bearer of bad news, but reality is reality. With that, Sarah and Teri both expressed their disappointment, and wandered back into the kitchen to finish preparing the rest of the meal, while Jay and I went back to talking politics.

The evening wore on well into the night. I had stopped consuming alcohol, and had switched to non-alcohol beer, so I could get us home safely. Teri, Jay, and Sarah, on the other hand, had continued drinking beer and wine, with an occasional peppermint schnapps shooter, well after dinner. The three of them were certainly feeling no pain, as we all laughed and joked about different people we knew.

Somewhere in all this, Sarah returned to the issue of the cruise. "Maybe you could pay for Teri's ticket." She said to Jay. "Teri could pay you back with monthly payments." Once again, I had to insert myself into the discussion, pointing out that a loan would be out of the question.

"I'll tell you what Teri," said Jay, as he took another pull on his beer, "I'll pay for your trip as a gift on one condition. Sometime in the next month, you must agree to become my little sex slave for one four-hour session. Keep in mind, anything goes or the deal is off."

I laughed at my brother's offer, knowing that he was serious, but also knowing that Teri would never go for it. She was fairly open to sexual adventures, but agreeing to submit to an "anything goes" session with Jay was way out there. Jay may have become a successful business owner, but she also knew him to dabble in the extreme when it came to sex. Sarah's reaction was also not unexpected. I knew that she would have no problem with Jay's proposal. After all, she was happily married to the guy, and certainly had her own kinks and fetishes to which Jay supported.

My own reaction was one of support. I felt that Jay's proposal had more to do with seeing if I would "pee", and demand that Teri turn down the offer. With that in mind, and not wanting my brother to be one up on me, I merely said that the offer was totally up to Teri to decide. If she was willing to go for it, who was I to stand in the way....but I was confident that she would not "go for it."

Teri didn't give an answer that night. Instead, we headed home about midnight, talking about the house chores we planned to get done over the weekend. I didn't bring up Jay's offer at all, and she didn't either.

Come Sunday morning, Teri and I were sitting around the kitchen table sipping coffee, and talking about what we were planning for the day when she got this weird look in her eyes and told me she was thinking about accepting Jay's offer from Friday night. She wanted to know how I felt about it, and what she might expect from Jay.

"I have no problem with you going through with this, if that's what you really want to do." I responded to her. "But don't go into it with closed eyes. Jay will no doubt want to get his money's worth, and I don't know what exactly that might entail." Teri and I had kept our sex life pretty interesting over the past 20 years of our marriage. We had engaged in plenty of little adventures including some light orgy stuff at Jay and Sarah's place, as well as a few MFM sessions, and even an MMMF encounter. The difference with Jay's offer was going to be that I would have no part in organizing or controlling what took place.

Teri said that she would call Jay the next day and see if his offer was really valid, or was he just drunk at the time. "I'm going to tell him that you have to be present at the session, so you can keep things from getting out of hand." She said.

After I got home from work the next day, Teri met me at the door and told me she had talked with Jay. She said that Jay had adamantly refused to permit his brother to attend the session, and that if she wanted to accept his offer, that's the way it was going to be.

"I didn't give him an answer right away," she said, "but then I called him back and told him we had a deal."

I was totally shocked that Teri was going to do this. I didn't let my surprise show, but I couldn't believe she was agreeing to this. I must admit though, that I could feel a hard-on developing, even as we talked about it. The idea of my wife becoming a "sex slave" to someone else was very intriguing to me.

Teri went on to explain that Jay said that he would give her the deposit for the trip the following day, but that once she made that deposit, she was making a deposit on their little agreement. If she reneged at any point, he would refuse to pay for the rest of the trip, and she would have to pay back the deposit. They set their agreement date for the first Saturday night in July, which was only two weeks away. The following day, Jay gave Teri the deposit check, and she promptly turned it over to the travel agency. The deal was sealed at this point, and as I saw it, there was no turning back.

A couple of days before the "session", Jay called me at work. He said he wanted to make sure that I was totally ok with his agreement with Teri, because if not, he and I could make another deal so that Teri could still go on the trip. I told him that I was more than fine with the arrangement, if that was what Teri was willing to do. My only regret was that I wouldn't be able to watch what happened.

"Here's the deal," Jay explained, "I told Teri you couldn't attend, but that's no fun. On Saturday, you meet up with Sarah at Jonah's Pub, then the both of you show up at the house at 7pm. I'll have a blindfold on Teri, so she won't even know you guys are there. The only thing I ask is that you let me take care of everything, and don't interfere." I was more than happy to agree to Jay's conditions, especially since I would get to see what I imagined would be "the show of shows."

On Saturday afternoon, I could tell Teri was getting extremely anxious about the session, and what all might take place. She busied herself bathing, and making herself look as sexy as possible. Deep down, I think she thought that she might be able to give Jay a blowjob, and maybe some straight sex, and call it good. With that in mind, she was obviously trying to make herself so sexy looking that Jay would fall all over her, leaving any "kinky" stuff behind.

At about 5:30, I wished her luck and gave her a kiss. She was still running around in bra and panties, doing her nails, etc. She did look sexy tonight, I thought to myself. Teri is 45 years old, about 5'9", and around 155lbs. She has medium length red hair, plenty of freckles, and a pretty damn good figure for a mother of two. Her 36C titties were still pretty full, with nipples that still stood straight out when stimulated to do so. Her ass was a little giggly, as you might expect, but still full and round. While she didn't usually care to shave her thick red pubes, she did keep them neatly trimmed, shaving the edges and keeping her hair short. Given that both our kids had been born through c-section procedures, her pussy was still as tight as the day we met.

I left the house and headed for Jonah's, a favorite long-time hangout for Jay and I. Sarah was there as planned, and we sat down to have a beer. She seemed to be just as excited as I was in anticipation of Teri's session with Jay. She told me that Jay had not given her any clue as to what to expect, just that we would all have a great time. Sarah is a few years older than me, but we have always enjoyed each other's company. During a few of those "light orgy" sessions at her house, I had had plenty of opportunity to enjoy some "quality" time with her.

Sarah and I left the pub a little before 7, in order to make it to the house in time for the show. Our excitement was obvious, as we chatted nervously about other things. As we pulled up to the house, I noted that there were quite a few cars on the block – more than the usual. Sarah said that it looked like one of her neighbors must be having a party.

As we entered the house, Jay stepped out from the kitchen area, and put his finger to his mouth, reminding us to be quiet. The house was in fact very quiet, and all I could hear was the stereo going in the living room. Before going into the family room area, I grabbed a glass of brandy for myself, as well as a glass of Merlot for Sarah. Jay poured himself a glass of ale, and led us into the family room.

As I entered, I was shocked at what I saw. First off, we were far from alone. There were six other guys, and two women sitting around, quietly having drinks and taking in the star attraction. The star attraction, of course was Teri, who was still fully dressed in her sexy wrap-around black dress, 3" heels, and sporting a black mask that completely covered her head. Upon closer examination, I could see that the mask had no eyeholes; effectively obscuring her vision, but that there was a substantial opening for the mouth. Her wrists were bound with plastic wrap, and a rope had been looped around the wrist wraps and attached to an eyebolt in the ceiling, drawing her arms up over her head.

There she stood, my loving wife – no doubt scared shitless about what was to happen next. She told me later that she could sense that there was more than just Jay in the room, but she couldn't tell who or how many there were because nobody was saying anything.

I sat down on the couch next to Sarah, and was surprised when Jay joined us, sitting on the other side of his wife. I had been thinking that we would be watching Jay personally ravaging my wife, but he apparently had other ideas in mind.

As I began to take a pull on my brandy, I stopped short as two naked black guys came out from the back bedroom. Both of these guys were somewhat short in stature, very athletic looking, and sporting substantially sized cocks. Jay later told me that both guys, as well as everyone else in the room, worked at his company. He said that he had masked Teri up before anyone else had arrived, so as to protect her identity, as well as protect mine. (Remember, I work for a school district, and moral turpitude is a biggy there).

Anyway, I was both nervous and excited as the two men approached Teri. As the two began matter-of-factly undressing her, I could feel my own cock surge to life. I don't have anywhere near the size dick that these two fellows were sporting, but mine does get powerfully hard when so induced.

Teri's dress slipped to the floor revealing her petite little black panties and matching bra, as well as her thigh-high stockings. As the one guy began removing her bra, the other reached up to release the rope holding her arms in the air. Teri would later tell me that all the blood had drained out of her arms at that point, and she could not have provided any resistance to the two men if she had wanted to (which she didn't indicate that she did).

With her arms at her side, one of the guys pulled her bra off revealing her perky little 36C's, and two very stiff nipples. I sensed that Teri was turned on by what was happening, although I'm sure she was extremely scared. I, on the other hand, had a full erection going on at this point. I looked around the room and saw that everybody was completely focused on my nearly naked wife. A couple of the guys even had their cocks pulled out, pleasuring themselves at my wife's expense.

Next, the guys produced a couple rolls of plastic wrap. With Teri standing, arms at her side, the two worked together to wrap her arms to her upper body. Making a point of leaving Teri's titties exposed, the two guys just kept wrapping the plastic around and around her body until she was completely immobile from the top of her shoulders to her waste. Even her arms had been bent across her stomach and covered, along with her lower torso, in endless layers of plastic.

The immobilizing complete, the two guys helped Teri over to an overstuffed leather ottoman, a three by five foot sized footrest that matched the "pit" style double sofa that Jay had outfitted his family room with. They sat her down, and then had her lay back on the ottoman. I was impressed with how gentle the two guys handled her. I also noticed that neither of the two guys was sporting an erection, leaving me to believe that they were focusing on the choreography of the session, which I attributed to the organizational skills possessed by my brother.

Teri was lying on the ottoman, with both feet planted on the floor. I noticed that her little black panties were barely covering her pussy, though I also suspected that it wouldn't matter in another moment. Without saying a word, the two men began tugging at her panties, prompting Teri to arch her back a little to lessen the struggle the two would otherwise have had. The panties were slipped down her outstretched legs, and pulled over her shoes, exposing my wife's neatly trimmed red haired pussy to this crowd of strangers. Looking at her, and at the others, I could have shot my wad at that very moment.

The two guys then reached into a duffle bag and pulled out a couple of long nylon straps. I could see that the straps were attached to fur-lined leather restraint cuffs on one end, and a metal clip on the other. With each man working on an ankle, the cuffs were applied to Teri's ankles, and secured in place. During this time, Teri had kept her legs stretched straight out, probably in an effort to reduce the view of her pussy lips. Once again, I knew that this was probably a status that was soon going to change.

With the cuffs securely in place, each man took the other end of the straps and clipped them on to two ceiling eyebolts, which had obviously been strategically placed in position specifically for this session. The straps were long enough that they left Teri's legs unaffected when stretched up and attached to the ceiling. Working as a team, the two men grabbed the end of each strap where it passed by the clip. Together, they slowly pulled on the straps, which in turn began lifting Teri's legs up, and apart. By the time they had finished, her legs were spread as wide as possible, and high enough that her hips barely touched the ottoman.

My wife could not have been more exposed than she was at this moment. Her pussy was spread out for all to see, and there was nothing she could do about it. Sarah leaned over and urged me to pull my cock out. When she said this, I realized that I had been unconsciously massaging my own erection, overwhelmed at the sight of my wife's very public exposure. I discretely unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and pulled my throbbing cock out. When I did, Sarah reached over and began gently fondling my dick with her hand.

I continued to watch as one of the guys pulled out a standard-sized vibrator from the duffle bag. After putting a little lube on, he kneeled between Teri's legs, and began teasing her pussy lips and clitoris. The other fellow moved around up by her head, then reached over and began massaging her tits. The fellow with the vibrator kept working it in and out, pausing to buzz her clit, before moving the device back into her pussy.

Teri was obviously stimulated by all this, as I could hear her take short, sharp breaths, and see her body twitch and shudder a bit as the vibrator passed back into her pussy. The guy working on her tits began twisting and pulling on her nipples, lifting her breasts up off her chest for a moment before letting them settle back down. Soon, he was sucking on her nipples in the same fashion, taking a nipple into his teeth, and pulling her breast up and away from her chest.

I could tell Teri was close to reaching a climax, as her body twitched and shuddered more and more as the fellow with the vibrator was now tonguing her clit, while moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy. I watched the show in pure ecstasy as Sarah continued to gently massage my engorged cock. Teri began arching he back in rhythm with the guy thrusting the vibrator into her pussy. I knew then that she was on the edge of orgasm. An instant later, she proved me right when she threw her hips forward and emitted animal-like groans of pleasure. Her body thrashed around and her legs strained at the cuffs, as she worked through this first of many climaxes.

Still reeling from her orgasm, the guy up near Teri's head stepped back, and then moved around to her side. Then he moved one of his legs across the ottoman, straddling her chest, and hovering his cock over her face. Apparently her climax had helped to stimulate these two guys as I now noticed that their cocks were hard and standing tall.

I was sitting just a little off center, and off to Teri's right, so I had a pretty good view of what was going on. The guy straddling her began rubbing the head of his cock over her lips, a sight that almost caused me to cum in Sarah's hand. I was relieved to see that the guy had pulled a condom on over his dick before exposing Teri to his pre-cum. I anticipated that she would hold back a bit as this stranger tried to probe her mouth with his cock. But I was completely wrong as I observed Teri open her mouth invitingly to this stranger.

Once again, the guy was gentle with Teri, not slamming his cock directly into her mouth, but letting her take it deeper and deeper until she had swallowed about half of his dick. The guy had a huge cock, and I suspect that Teri had taken it about as far in as she could. Grasping her by the back of her head, the guy began stroking his cock with Teri's mouth, taking long slow pulls up, and just as slowly backing her mouth off his dick.

In the mean time, the other guy had stood up, fitted a condom to his over-sized cock, and began throwing copious amounts of lubrication on his erection. In a moment, he was back between Teri's legs and preparing to enter her. My wife had never experienced a black man up to that time, not that it was an issue. The opportunity just never presented itself. Teri had told me of her fantasy to fuck a black man, so I guess this was going to fulfill her dreams. It certainly fulfilled images I had conjured up in the past.


Brother Cucks Brother: Or Does He?



The following is a story of two brothers ... and ultimately their wives. It's a true story. All sex described involves only characters 18 years old or older. I hope you'll enjoy it... 

Thursday night, early September 2007

"C'mon, it's early," I lured as I stood next to my brother in front of the row of stained urinals. The beer we'd been drinking for the last two hours had finally started to flow out the other end. It was time to get out of this dump -- the girls were waiting.

"Shit, I gotta get home. Caitlyn will kill me if I don't--" 

"Adam, its Thursday night for Christ's sake. We play some ball, then we go for a few beers with the boys, then we go see some naked woman."

"She was pissed off at me for weeks after you made me go the last time."

"Made you go? Poor little baby. Fuck, has she got you pussy whipped bro," I interrupted as I shook the last drop of piss from the end of my cock and tucked myself away. 

"Screw you, you're not married asshole," my big brother answered as he pulled up his zipper. 

"C'mon, just for an hour or so... I thought you said she was out with the girls tonight."

"Still," he delayed but I knew I had him.

"Christ Adam, you should see some of the little sweeties they got dancing over there now."

"You and your bloody titty bars," he complained as we looked at each other in the mirror over the sinks. But there was a grin in his eyes. "It's time you settled down, got married." 

"You're starting to sound like mom ... and Vanessa," I grumbled as I dried my hands.

"Oh I'm really going to laugh the day Vanessa gets you to walk down the aisle little brother."

"Fuck you too," I said as I slapped my brother and best friend on the back as we walked towards the exit. Ten minutes later we were comfortably ensconced in a "private" booth that overlooked the mirrored stainless steel floor of the ScouriesWorld Gentlemen's Club. Soon after, Nadia, a recent immigrant from Romania and a lovely, clean shaven young beauty, was perched naked on a stool she'd set between my knees.

Giving yours truly a twenty dollar lap dance. It was a dance that involved more of her rubbing herself against my body than it did actual dancing. Which was just fine with me. She had a great set of perky little, pink tipped, puffy nippled breasts on her. Of course I got a hard-on.

Then, in spite of his protests, she danced one for my brother. She did a little rubbing on his crotch too. The two timing slut!

"Caitlyn will kill me," my twenty-five year old brother complained, referring to his wife of three years. "Christ David, you shouldn't have done that, her perfume's all over me."

"Stop complaining. Did you see the snatch on that girl?"

"How could I miss it? Not a hair on it. And she had it like two inches from my nose. Fuck, smell my shirt," he said as he leaned over towards me.

"Didn't stop you from getting a hard-on though bro, did it?" 

We each had downed another couple of beers and had enjoyed another lap dance each, this time from a bouncy little busty blond from California, a girl who apparently liked to run the bottoms of her feet up and down the crotches of men she didn't know, before I turned to my big brother and told him I had something serious I wanted to talk to him about. I'd wanted us both feeling pretty good before I sprung my news on him.

"I got something to tell you too," he answered back. 

"What? You do?" 

"It's about me and Caitlyn," my brother mumbled nervously.

What the fuck was this I wondered as I looked over at him. He started to blush. "You and Caitlyn?" Christ, don't tell me they're having marital problems I thought to myself. Here I'd been working myself up to tell him my big news and now he's springing this on me.

"We've got a problem." I just watched him without responding but my mind was whirling. "She's having a problem... I mean we are." I waited for him to continue. "We can't have babies," finally spilled from his lips. 

"Huh? Something's wrong with her? I mean she looks--"

"It's me."

"It's you what?" What the hell was he talking about?

"I can't get her pregnant."

"What, you've forgotten where your dick's supposed to go?"

"It's serious ... I'm serious." I suddenly realized he wasn't joking around.

"But-"

"If we want to have kids we may have to adopt."

"Adopt? Like what, some Asian? Or some black crackheads baby?" I spat out. It was impossible for me to mask my disapproval.

"Or we could go the artificial insemination route."

"This is bullshit! There's nothing wrong with you. Christ bro, remember that little sweetie from Savannah when we were back in college? She said she'd never seen a guy so full of cum."

"It's not about quantity Dave. They say there's something wrong with it."

"Who did?"

"The doctors, the labs."

"What's wrong with it? Maybe they're wrong," I said, still unable to accept the fact that my brother wouldn't be able to father any babies.

"Maybe," Adam answered but there was no hope in his voice.

"What did Caitlyn say? What does she want to do?" 

"We don't know. It's hard."

"I don't like the adoption idea," I said even as the thought of another man's sperm being pushed up inside my sister flashed through my head. It was a disgusting thought.

"I think she'd like to have a baby herself, experience it at least once. It would all be anonymous. We'd get to choose from a list of potential donors ... things like height, eye color, body type, smarts. But the donor would never know." As he talked I could hear the distaste in his voice.

"Yeah but it wouldn't be a Montgomery. Can't you get your sperm fixed, purified or something?" 

"No." there was a sad finality in his voice.

My brother had been made to be a father. And his wife to be a mother. 

"What's your news anyway?" he asked after we'd been sitting silently, lost in our own thoughts, for close to five minutes.

"My news?"

"You said you had something to tell me."

"Oh that." After what he'd just laid on me I had no desire to go there. "It was nothing."

"So what do you think? What should we do?"

How the fuck was I supposed to know? The whole thing sounded like bullshit. Was my brother, a famous jokester, having me on I wondered as I watched him? There was no way he couldn't have kids. Made no sense at all. My mind was whirling as I again considered, then rejected, adoption. The whole artificial insemination crap gave me the heebie jeebies. 

There was no way my nephews and nieces should be Chinese or the product of some tube inserted between Caitlyn's legs. And then, without thinking, I spoke the idea that had just flashed into my head. Words I never would have uttered if I'd been sober. "What about my sperm? Could they use that?"

"Your sperm?"

"At least it would be a Montgomery. I mean it would have our DNA, your DNA."

"What, you want to fuck my wife?" An angry question but there was no real anger in his voice. Instead only a sad resignation.

"Don't be stupid, they could artificially insert it or whatever they do," I answered even though the truth was I'd wanted to fuck Caitlyn since we'd been classmates our senior year of high school.

"I just don't know what to do," Adam, normally one of the most forceful and confident guys you'd ever want to me, said sadly.

"I could get you another dance," I offered, trying to ease the tension

"Fuck you," the person I loved most in the world answered.

We left it at that. Finished our beers and then both left the bar to go to our respective homes. I dreamt of fucking my sister half the night. And I still hadn't told my brother my news.

It was only years later that I learned what, and who, Caitlyn dreamed of that very night.

***

My name is David William Montgomery, and the day that my brother and I went to the girlie bar and had the above conversation I'd been twenty-two years old. A guy who'd graduated from University fifteen months earlier and then had immediately gone to work at the company my father had started forty years before. 

My brother Adam, who was two and a half years older than me, my boyhood hero and now best friend, also worked for dad's company. He was married to Caitlyn Reagan, a girl my age, and someone who'd lived across the street from us when we'd been growing up.  

Sometimes, late at night, after I'd spent an evening in their company, at a family dinner or maybe after a night the three of us (and maybe with one of my girlfriends) had spent just hanging out it might hit me. The uninvited thought would cross my mind that if I had just been a little quicker, if I'd just been a little braver, that it might be me who was married to her and spending the night in her bed.

I'd almost asked her out! So fucking close. Maybe a week more, two weeks max and I've have asked her out and everything would have turned out differently. I was a shy guy growing up, a slow developer physically who'd suddenly exploded into sexual maturity and teenage horniness at the end of my junior year of high school.

I'd been steeling myself to ask her out those first few weeks of our senior year. And Caitlyn had been giving me signals that my approach would be welcomed. Well, I can say that now that I've got some experience of girls, but honestly, thinking back, I was so nervous then that I had no idea what my pretty neighbor was thinking. I'd been afraid she was going to shoot me down. I'd delayed.

And then it was the end of October and Adam came back from University for a long weekend visit and a couple of Halloween parties. And the fates got me when Adam almost hit Caitlyn with his car when he turned onto our street. Five minutes later she'd agreed to go to a costume party with him that night.

And that was that! He took her out Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights before returning to school on Sunday. They were officially dating. And yours truly was shit out of luck.

Before he left, my brother, having no idea of my feelings towards Caitlyn, had asked me why the hell I'd never asked her out. 

They went out at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Adam told me much later that they'd had sex for the first time that Christmas. She'd been a virgin. I lost my virginity a few months later to a girl I didn't like half as much as Caitlyn.

They didn't get married right away. While I followed my brother to the same University my parents had gone to after I'd graduated high school, Caitlyn went off to a small liberal arts college out of state. 

And during the two years Adam and I overlapped at school, including his senior year when we shared an apartment, Adam wasn't sitting at home Friday nights waiting for a call from Caitlyn. And I can tell you that he didn't live a celibate life those two years. We partied hard. We did things all horny college guys do. And getting laid was always at the top of the list.

But, while not going steady, every time Adam and Caitlyn were back in the hometown, be it Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter or summer, they'd hook up. And I think all of us knew, including our parents and Caitlyn's parents, that it was only a matter of time.

They got married during the Christmas vacation of my junior year. I was best man. Caitlyn dropped out of school as the two of them set up home four blocks from where they'd grown up. Adam went to work for Dad while Caitlyn got a job as a manufacturer's rep for woman's lingerie.

I went back to school. I had sex with nine coeds during that spring semester. The funny thing was they all ended up looking and sounding like Caitlyn while I was in them...

***

"He can't have babies? Why not?" It was the Saturday morning two days later and I'd just told my girlfriend Adam's news. We'd spent the previous night in my bed. She'd been angling for months to get invited to move in but I'd been delaying, mainly because I knew that I was about to move.

"They're not sure, they're still testing."

"I'm not marrying you if we can't have babies," Vanessa said, surprising me completely. It had never crossed my mind that she'd immediately see it as our problem. In fact since Adam had told me his news I'd never asked myself if I might have the same problem. I'd been too worried about Caitlyn and him.

"What, this isn't about me." Who the fuck does she think she is I wondered, then added, "who asked you anyway?"

"I'm serious Dave, it won't work if we can't have children."

I'd been going out with Vanessa for the previous year and we'd been slowly winding our way towards marriage. I'd been debating for weeks whether to ask her to come with me when I moved. As soon as I heard her words something clicked in my brain and I knew I wouldn't be taking her south with me to Miami.

I backed off. "It's probably just a fuck up. He's going to get tested again, this week, I'm sure he'll be fine," I answered.

"You should go too," she threw back.

And I did get myself tested. Not because of her but because I, who'd never even considered it at first, was all of a sudden scared shitless that maybe I was infertile or whatever the hell they called it. But I didn't tell anyone else what I was doing.

Ten days later I got the results. By then I'd broken up with Vanessa. I passed with flying colors. I had a high sperm count, my little sperms were shaped perfectly and my motility was in the top two percentiles. My cock was a fully certified baby making machine.

And yes, as soon as I got the results, I couldn't help thinking about pushing a thick, heavy, creamy load of healthy Montgomery sperm deep into Caitlyn. Of putting my baby inside her.

***

"You've been ignoring us again," my brother's wife chided with a welcoming smile when she opened the door. It was Friday night and they'd insisted that I come over for dinner. It had been just over two weeks since Adams and my talk. We hadn't discussed it since. I had my 'sperm report' in my pocket.

"Hi hon," I answered as I gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. My sister always smelt better than other girls.

Ten minutes later, with the three of us settled in their den with beers in our hands, I told them my news.

"WHAAAAT!" my brother demanded.

"You can't," Caitlyn protested.

"I am, I'm leaving the company," I repeated.

"No fucking way," my brother insisted.

"I have to. It's not working," I said softly.

"Of course it's working."

"There's not enough for me to do. Christ, Dad doesn't trust me to empty the waste basket."

And he didn't! My father loved me, always had, and I'd known it growing up, but I'd also always known I was number two in his eyes. Adam had always been held up as what I could be. I'd never quite made it!

Looking back on it now it's a miracle I didn't end up hating my brother. Being continually compared unfavorably to him. It was just an unending stream of comments, comments like: 'Why can't you be as good as your brother', or 'but Adam got ninety in math his first year', or 'Adam scored fifteen touchdowns', and on and on. No matter what I did, dad immediately compared my accomplishment unfavorably to my big brother. And he'd never realized how much it had hurt me.

So I shoulda hated Adam. Except I never had. I'd started off worshipping the big brother who always had time for me, who always invited me along on excursion with his friends. Who'd always complimented me on my accomplishments.

And by the time I joined him at university we were best friends. Even if he was dating Caitlyn Reagan. 

I'd debated joining Dad's company when I'd graduated. I'd been afraid that I'd be the extra, and unneeded wheel. Adam had talked me into it even though I'd been ninety percent convinced I'd be better off trying something of my own, even if only for a few years. I'd been right. 

We were eating dinner a half hour later when we got to the next big question. Caitlyn asked it. "So what are you going to do? Have you looked for a job?" 

"I'm moving to Miami," I started.

"Are you crazy?" Adam demanded. He hadn't got over my first bit of news and now I'd hit him with this.

"You can't leave us, we won't let you" his wife insisted fiercely. She hadn't seemed too upset or surprised at my news that I was leaving the company but her shock at my potentially leaving town was clearly written on her face.

"Fuck you, I swear I won't let you, you're staying here." my brother promised.

So I spent the next fifteen minutes telling them my plans. Of how the guy I'd roomed with my last two years at school, a Miami native and a guy Adam knew from his last year at school, had finally convinced me to come down and take a chance. 

We'd been e-mailing and texting each other almost daily over the seventeen some months since we'd graduated. And it was mainly about the idea for a business we'd come up with during our senior year.

Mike had called again in late August. He delivered an ultimatum. "Dave, if we don't do it now we never will. If you don't come down I'm going to go ahead on my own," he'd threatened. 

The call had come on a day I'd had another argument with my dad about work and my future role at the company. It hadn't been a particularly bad argument, just the latest in a series, just another small skirmish, but as it happened it was the one that broke the camel's back. 

So, on the spur of the moment, I'd agreed to go south.

"I gotta try it Adam, I just gotta, if I don't I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

"It's a stupid idea, you already have a company to work for. Our company," Adam complained but I knew I was wearing him down.

"We'll miss you so much," his wife added, conceding the inevitable.

"This whole thing is fucking stupid. You know Dave, this wasn't what we wanted to talk about tonight anyway." I arched my eyes up in an unasked question at his words. Then he said, "FUCK IT!" and turned away.

"I'll get the coffee, the dessert honey," Caitlyn said as she sprang up from the table and retreated. Neither of us said a word until she got back. Nor said a word until the coffee was poured and the dessert plates put in front of us.

"We wanted to talk about the other thing, the baby thing," Adam said, his embarrassment clear, as we sipped our coffee. A big piece of Caitlyn's specialty, banana cream pie, sat before me.

"We've decided we want it to be you, we want you to be the father." Caitlyn added, a new, shy pleading tone suddenly in her voice.

Father? Oh fuck I thought. "It was a stupid idea, I'd had too much to drink that night, both of us did," I answered after seconds of silence. 

"It's the best option ... Adam and I have looked at it from every angle."

"I don't think we should."

"I talked to the clinic... it's no problem, easy as pie," Caitlyn argued.

Yeah sure I thought as I mumbled, "Jesus". We talked and discussed it for the next hour before I finally succumbed to their pressure. I knew it was a mistake the second I said yes.

"No one can ever know," I insisted. "NO ONE!"

"What about Vanessa? Will you tell her?" Adam asked.

"She isn't coming to Miami," I quickly answered.

"Right away you mean?"

"Ever," I said in a tone meant to close the subject.

"You two broke up?" Caitlyn asked. 

"Are you fucking nuts?" my brother demanded. "You're quitting the company, dropping your girlfriend and moving to la-la land? Are you on drugs?"

"She wasn't the one," I answered softly.

"Tell him Caitlyn, tell him he's just doing what he always does. Running away as soon as some girl falls in love with him."

"I never liked her," my sister told my brother. I'm not sure whether it was Adam or I who was the most surprised at that answer.

"You didn't?" he asked, beating me to the punch by half a second.

And so it was settled. I was going to sperm my sister! After I'd told dad I was quitting the company and moving to Miami. Without my girlfriend.

Four Weeks Later, late October 2007




Brother Cucks Brother: Or Does He?



"Are you sure? Both of you?" I asked. We were on our way to the clinic; it was my day to donate some pure, undiluted, one hundred percent Montgomery sperm. I didn't know about them but I definitely wasn't sure. 

"We've discussed it a hundred times," came from my brother behind the wheel. I knew he was as nervous as I.

"I want to," Caitlyn added but without any real conviction in her voice.

"All you gotta do is jerk off, how tough is that?" my brother said with a grin, trying to make light of what we were doing. But I could hear the questions and doubt in his voice.

"ADAM!" Caitlyn cautioned.

"They'll give you a magazine or something to help you get it up--"

"Fuck you!" I answered. We all broke out into nervous laughs. But I was silently asking myself, what the fuck are you doing you idiot?.

But I still pumped my sperm into a sterile glass container the clinic provided and then handed it to the waiting medical technician. And after they'd done whatever they do to prepare it, a doctor, sitting on a stool between my sisters stirruped legs, pushed yours truly's baby making cream deep up inside her. 

What the fuck had we done?

But that night, lying in bed and thinking of what we'd done that day, I'd realized something else. I realized I was happy Caitlyn was going to have my baby. I was happy it was my sperm that had been pumped inside her. I was secretly proud that for once it was the younger brother who was better than his big brother at something. 

I loved him but I couldn't stop the feeling that washed over me. I was the man with the sperm. Not him. He'd needed me and my sperm to have a baby.

I jacked off three times that night and each time as I did it I was wishing I'd delivered the sperm without the middleman...

Halloween 2007

"Hey you. Trick or treat?"

"Hey you," I answered back as I looked up at my sister standing in my bedroom door. It was ten thirty at night. I was leaving for Florida the next morning. She had two Halloween masks in her hand. And an uncorked bottle of wine.

"Your front door was open," I nodded yes. "Car packed?" I nodded again. "When are you going?" she asked. 

"Six, six-thirty."

"I just wanted to say goodbye," she said as she sat down next to me on the bed. Then she leaned over and pulled one of the masks down over my head. A second later she'd masked herself. "Happy Halloween."

"Thanks, you too," I answered as I hugged her.

"You know you don't have to worry about any of this," she said as she waved her hand at the roomful of furniture, "Adam and I got it under control."

"I know."

"He won't be back tonight."

"I know, he called," I answered.

"I think he was afraid he'd break into tears or something." I smiled back. The same thought had crossed my mind. According to dad's philosophy, Montgomery men weren't supposed to cry.

And then we just sat side by side without talking. Each thinking our own thoughts. She took a sip from the bottle. Then she handed it to me. I took a slug.

"I'll miss you, both of us will," Caitlyn finally whispered to the room.

"You know I'll miss you," I said as I pulled her against me in a brotherly hug. Again we fell into a comfortable silence.

"We love you." I hugged her even tighter in response. "You don't regret it do you?" came softly from her a minute or two later. I knew exactly what 'it' she was talking about. 

"I don't know." And I didn't. I leaned my head against hers. And couldn't help but inhale the scent that was unmistakably Caitlyn.

"It was so weird. When the doctor pushed it up into me. I didn't know what to think." There was a sad regret in her voice.

What could I say? 

"I was trying to think of Adam. Of you. It was cold when it went in."

"They didn't heat it or something?" I asked stupidly. My mind was on the vision of Caitlyn on her back, legs up and spread, her pussy open and waiting. My cock twitched in my pants.

"No," she answered with a sad laugh. We hadn't talked of the actual process the day it had happened.

"What did he do?"

"Sometimes they use frozen and thawed sperm, in my case they used fresh."

"Mine," I interrupted. I stroked my sisters hair as she continued.

"Yeah yours, except they washed it somehow first. They used a syringe. Pushed it deep into my cervix. " 

"Jesus." Where the fuck's the cervix I wondered to myself even as I felt my cock hardening . 

"Then he pushed the plunger." My hand had slipped from Caitlyn's soft tresses down onto her shoulder and then down onto her bare arm. A finger brushed the edge of her tit. "It felt different... I mean different than when Adam's--". She didn't finish the thought but I did in my head, different than when Adam's penis spurts out its load.

"What did it feel like?" My hand had drifted but Caitlyn hadn't noticed. 

"Bad," she whispered. She was lost in her memory. My hand slowly cupped her breast. She was oblivious to what my hand was doing. My cock wasn't.

"But it was over quickly?" I breathed my question softly into her ear.

She shook her head in denial. "I had to lie on my back for thirty minutes. So your sperm wouldn't fall out of me." She tried to laugh but soft tears had started sliding down her cheek.

I couldn't stop the image from forming in my head. Caitlyn naked, her sex open, leaking the cum my cock has just deposited inside her. For a second I could actually see my cock, sticky with Caitlyn's juices, just as my cockhead popped out of her. I kissed away a tear. She leaned into me. "It was horrible," she whispered.

Then my lips found hers. Hungry lips. Demanding lips. Lips that were now under the control of my cock.

"No... Dave no," she protested as she tried to pull away. I pulled her back and captured her lips again. She still hadn't quite understood her danger. I pushed her down onto her back and rolled on top of her. My tongue probed urgently into my brother's wife's mouth. She still hadn't really started to fight me. 

She did when my hands started to maul her breasts. When a button flew from her blouse. My hands, their connection with my brain gone, had also come under control of the unthinking hardness between my legs.

I was gone. Fucking gone into some other universe I've never been in before. I'd become an animal who'd finally cornered a female in heat. There was nothing Caitlyn could have done or said that would have stopped me. 

I didn't even hear her pitiful moans of, "noooo Dave" or "please noooo" or the whimpers mixed in with her screams of outrage. 

I took her. Ripped the clothes from her body! Slapped her when I felt her nails rake across my back. Bit her tit as I pushed her panties down her thighs. And then I penetrated her. Pushed my raging cock roughly inside her. I took her like an animal might. I rammed my prick into her again and again until my cock finally pulsed out its load of hot cum. I'd raped her.

"Bastard," she whimpered when I pulled my sticky cock out of her. It was still hard. 

So I roughly rolled her over and then fucked my brother's wife a second time. Doggy style. She cried the whole time... My cock was huge!

***

"I never want to see you again. I'll never talk to you again. I FUCKING HATE YOU!" She screamed as I turned and walked out of the bedroom. My last view of her before I left was my cum sliding down her legs. She was lying in a scarlet pool of spilled wine. 

"BASTARD! I'LL HAVE AN ABORTION... I SWEAR IT!" were hurled at my back as I picked up my bag and opened the front door.

"I'LL TELL DAVID!"

It didn't really matter. I'd just fucked up my life and I knew it. And I was afraid I'd fucked up Adam's and Caitlyn's too.

Fifteen hours later I pulled into the driveway of my buddy's house in Miami. To this day I have no idea how I survived that drive. I had scratches on my face and all over my back.

My cock was still splotched with the dried juices of my raped sister.

***

Mike and I went to work starting up our company. I became an automaton working endless hours. But the second I'd find myself alone or with nothing to do the memories would come flooding back.

Who was I? Why had I done it? Why did I still continually wake up in the middle of the night, my cock spurting out my wet dream, a dream that was a replay of what I'd done to Caitlyn?

In the end Caitlyn didn't tell David. Nor as it turned out did she have an abortion. And my sperm worked. I'd been hoping it wouldn't.

I begged off going home that year at Christmas. Told mom I was just too busy with the new company. But Christmas Day, my brother proudly announced, first to my parents as the family opened their presents, then later to me on the phone, that he and Caitlyn were going to have a baby. In the excitement of the news no one at home realized I hadn't talked to my sister.

And while I'd been hoping that she hadn't got pregnant, the second I heard she was I was elated. My baby was growing in my sisters belly. My baby! Pride and shame!

 2008 Miami

I quickly settled into my new life in Miami. There was no choice. We had a million things to do and my partner and I each worked more than one hundred hours a week for the next six months. And we got lucky. Hey, we didn't become millionaires or anything overnight but within months we knew it was going to work. That it might take some time but we'd found a little Internet niche that could make us some money. And if we played our cards right, if we worked our tails off, that we just might make a bundle.

I didn't date that first year I was in Miami. 'Too busy, too much work to do', I'd always answer whenever my partner prodded me to go out with him and his girlfriend. Or when he suggested an after work visit to a strip club.

Dad and mom came down to Florida for a four week winter vacation in February. The longest vacation dad had taken in forty years. Whenever I got together with them when they were down in Florida he'd grumble about missing work, that he was just wasting valuable time.

But, after a good meal and a couple of drinks, he couldn't stop himself from describing the fish he'd hooked that morning, or the putt he'd made for birdie on the fifteenth hole, or the day trip up to Gulfstream to wager on the ponies.

Who was this guy? This was my father? He even said, a couple of nights before they were to go back home, and yes, granted, it was after five or six beers, that if I hadn't left the company he just might be able to take vacations like this every year.

"We could take them anyway," my mother piped in with that night. 

"Well," dad grumbled, never the greatest at conceding anything.

"We could buy a house down here and stay six months every year."

"Am I made of money? And who'd run the company? And--" My dad had never been an easy sell.

Adam managed to get down to Miami every six weeks or so. He had both customers and suppliers down here and my presence was just a further inducement to come. And nothing had changed in our relationship. He was still my brother. I still loved him. We went to Heat games and Panther games. Drank pints late into the night. He kept me up to date with Caitlyn's pregnancy. 

Somehow, when I was with him, I was able to completely suppress the reality of what I'd done to his wife. Somebody else had done it. He was still my best friend. But the second he was gone the reality of what I'd done to him would reappear like a dark cloud in my mind. I knew it was just a matter of time before he'd learn the truth of his little brother's treacherous actions. Then what?

****

My niece was born on July 28th 2008. Eight pounds four ounces. Sophie Angela Montgomery. Adam e-mailed me her picture and her name about seven minutes after his daughter appeared in the world. With that name I knew that eventually she'd be nicknamed Sam. 

My daughter Sam. She was beautiful. Fuck me! She'd never know who her father was. And if she ever did just how fucked up would that be?

December 2008

It was ten days before Christmas. I was working late again. Just after nine-thirty my office phone rang.

"SW Incorporated, Dave Montgomery here," I said automatically into the phone.

"Hi." That's all. One 'hi' and I was struck dumb and for seconds held the cell phone away from my ear and just stared at it.

"It's Caitlyn." A shy, almost timid whisper announced down the line. As if I didn't know. A voice I hadn't heard in more than a year. I wanted to hang up.

"Are you there? Dave?" 

"Yes," I finally whispered.

"Your mom says you aren't coming home for Christmas again this year." 

"Can't ... busy," I mumbled. I had tears in my eyes.

"Your parents miss you ... Adam does too."

"I see Adam all the time ... Mom and dad will be down here again in a couple of months--"

"It's because of me isn't it?"

Of course it was. Having to face a woman I loved and raped in front of the only people I loved in the world. "It's better this way."

"Is it? For who? You haven't even seen Sophie yet." An accusation. A sad one. I didn't answer, what the fuck could I say?

"I've seen pictures--"

"Your mom, your dad, Adam, they all want you to come home. They don't understand why you haven't come to see your neice yet."

"And do you want me to?" 

"It doesn't matter." Of course it did. But then she surprised me. "I want you to come anyway."

"Why?"

"We're going to have to meet sometime." 

What could I say to that?

"Besides, a Godfather has to see the child he's responsible for."

"I'll try," I finally whispered, then hung up. The day Sophie had been born my brother had called and insisted that I be the baby's godfather. How could I have refused? Uncle, father, godfather, and rapist all rolled into one.

I hadn't had sex with anything besides my hand since I'd raped her thirteen plus months earlier. I sat motionless in my office for three hours after receiving Caitlyn's call, sad tears flowing down my cheeks the whole time.

****

I called mom two days later and told her I could get away, but only for four days. Dave and mom met me at the airport on Christmas Eve. He was holding my niece in his arms. Sophie was beautiful. He let me hold her all the way home.

Caitlyn and I didn't hug when I got home. Somehow I got through Christmas Day and dinner without saying more than two words to her. With everybody's center of attention on Sophie no one else seemed to recognize the coldness between us.

"Go for a walk?" The question came out of the blue two days after Christmas. I was due to leave the next morning.

I started to make an excuse but she just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. "C'mon, scared of a little cold?" She said it in her teasing tone but I heard the steel under it.

Mom looked up from her magazine and smiled. 

Dad laughed. "A year in Florida and his bloods thinned so much..."

"Go on bro. Hell, you two have hardly said boo to each other since you got home," my brother encouraged from across the room. 

Two minutes later, clad in parka and other assorted winter gear, the two of us were out the door. We said nothing at first. We simply trudged side by side through the covering of snow that had fallen the night before.

"I hate snow," I finally said after I'd gotten to the point where I couldn't take another second of silence.

"Did you love me in high school?"

"What?" The last words I'd expected.

"Did you? I think I did you."

I looked over at her. "Lusted I think. I was a little confused about the whole girl/boy thing for about a year," I answered but then quickly added, "yeah I loved you. Big time."

"I kept thinking you were going to ask me out but you never did."

"I was afraid you'd say no."I answered. Caitlyn laughed, a sad rueful laugh.

"I love him you know. More than anything."

"I know."

"When he asked me out, that first time," she said, both of us were remembering that day, "it just transferred to him. What I'd been feeling about you," she explained but I'd understood from the beginning.

"I know. I knew I was fucked. He actually asked me that weekend why I'd never asked you out. Then when I looked over at you the next Monday in class you looked different. You weren't mine anymore. You broke my heart."

"We loved you so much. I mean as a couple," she clarified. "Adam's lost without you. He talks about you constantly. He hatches a new plan to lure you back every day."

"Ha, he's got you and Sophie." I knew she could hear my pain. I didn't have to tell her I had no one.

"Now he and your mom are plotting to get the company and the whole family moved down to Florida."

"NOOOOO!" the word spilled angrily from my mouth without conscious thought.

"No one's happy Dave."

"You're happy. Adam's happy."

"Not like we were. Even your dad realizes now how important you were in his life. It took your mom like about two minutes to convince him to spend seven weeks in Florida this Spring. She'd move down permanently in a sec if she could convince Adam and I to go."

"And you?"

"I don't know. I miss the three of us. The fun we had--"

The fun we had! Until I raped you I thought to myself. "I raped you."

"I know."

"Why didn't you tell him?"

"How could I? If I'd told him he'd never have had another truly happy day in his life." 

And I knew it was true. "Like me," I said sadly.

I went home the next morning. But I went home changed. Something in my psyche had started the process of repair.

2009 Miami

And I went right back to work. You have to when you're trying to build your own company. But then I got lucky. Incredibly lucky.

I met a girl. Within a week of getting back to Miami. Right out of the fucking blue. A nineteen year old for crying out loud. A dark haired Latina beauty who spoke with a Cuban accent. Not my type at all. Not even close.

It was 'Salsa Wednesday Night' at a bar on Washington Avenue in South Beach. First time I'd been in a bar in months.

She was stunning. An olive skinned beauty with dark, flashing eyes and thick jet black hair that hung all the way down her back. The second I saw her I wanted to fuck her. My cock jumped in my pants. I hadn't had that feeling in over a year.

"Sorry, you're too white," were the first words this dazzling apparition in red said to me. She spoke in English but with a heavy Cuban accent. I'd just asked her to dance.

I was still trying to figure out if I'd heard right when she added, "It's just that I don't want to make love in English tonight. Or with some tourist."

"Huh?"But she was gone.

For the next hour I watched her dance. A swirling erotic vision. I finally caught up with her as she was exiting the can even later in the evening.

"I told you you're not my type," she said as she tried to squeeze by me. But she didn't move very fast and made sure I felt every inch of her body as she made to pass. 

"I'm not a tourist. Besides, if you're not interested why have you been staring at me all night?"

"I've been staring at you?" She pressed herself into me as she spoke. 

"Every time I was dancing I felt your eyes on--" I started

"Hah, you call that dancing? You probably make love like you dance," she challenged back. And there was a clear challenge in her shining black eyes. Are you man enough?

"Well, I do have to admit it's been a while since I made love. More than a year in fact," I said without thinking. Great line you idiot I chastised myself silently.

"Whaaaaaat? You haven't had sex in a year? Why? Is something wrong with you?" And as she asked the last question her eyes darted downward, down between our bodies towards the bulging hardness that was poking into her stomach.

"It's a long story," I answered. And I knew instantly that senorita Marisa Isabella Sanchez, for that turned out to be her name, was hooked and was going to want to hear it. But as it turned out she didn't hear it that night. We were far too busy.




Brother Cucks Brother: Or Does He?



We ended up in my bed twenty minutes later. And I quickly learned that I hadn't forgotten what to do during my fourteen month lay-off. In fact, my cock, pussy-less for so long, seemed ready to try to make up for it all in one night.

I'd never been in love before. I'd never had sex like this before. Not like this. I didn't understand any of the words she yelled out as my cock hammered away inside her. As it pumped out a year's worth of sperm.

Marisa made love in Spanish! Noisy, athletic sex. And when I'd finished that first time, after I'd pulled my still hard cock slowly from her still pulsing cunt, she leaned over and taken me between her lips. The she made love to my cock with her mouth in a way I'd never experienced before. I was a whimpering, groaning wreck, my hips arching upward as her head bobbed downwards, when my penis finally spurted a second time. And this from a nineteen year old!

We made love most of the night. I was seemingly tireless. She met every single one of my thrusts with her teenage need. It was brutal, needy, urgent lovemaking. On both our parts.

Marisa Sanchez had not grown up in an American suburb. She hadn't gone to university. She did not think like anyone I'd ever encountered before.

She'd been born in Cuba. Her father, a soldier in the Cuban army, had died fighting in Africa when she'd been five. She'd been raped by two boys when she'd been twelve. 

Her little brother had died on the raft she and he had been travelling to America on. She was fourteen at the time. She'd gotten places on the raft for the two of them by sleeping with a sixty-two year old neighbor. 

She should have ended up a broken, discarded vessel. A person dead inside. Yet somehow she hadn't.

What allows certain people to overcome every obstacle placed in their way? 

It wasn't religious faith that had allowed her to survive. Nor the aunt and uncle and the extended family in America who'd welcomed and embraced her. All that had helped but the main ingredient had been instead a simple, deep, strong ingrained strength and love of life she'd been born with. A love of life she unashamedly welcomed me into. And why me? What did I have that had ignited her love?

I didn't go to work on Thursday morning. Nor did I let Marisa leave. "I'm late, I have to go to work," she insisted after we'd just finished making love at eight-thirty in the morning. I pulled her back down into my arms.

Mike called at eleven, wondering where I was. "I'm in love," I answered. Marisa was sitting astride me, riding me, as I talked to my partner.

"You're with a girl?" Mike was incredulous. "Wait til Angie hears this, she's convinced your gay," my partner answered with a laugh, referring to his girlfriend. 

**** 

"You've lived in Miami for more than a year and you don't speak one word of Spanish?" She asked me over lunch that day. We were naked. In bed. Munching on pizza.

"Hola?" I said with an embarrassed grin. Can love really happen this quickly and be this simple I wondered as I lost myself in her dark, flashing eyes. I hadn't thought once of Caitlyn or what I'd done to her since I'd met my Cuban beauty.

"If you don't learn some very, very quickly you're not going to marry me," she threatened.

Marriage? We'd just met. I learned twenty Spanish words that afternoon. Mind you most of them weren't the type of words you'd use in polite company! For four days we didn't leave each other's side. We fucked. And ate. And showered together. And talked. And made love...

We learned bits and pieces of each other's prior life even as we planned our future. It was that simple. Like we'd been hit by lightning. 

Marisa loved sex. Loved fucking. Loved talking about it. Graphically. You'd think a girl who'd been raped at such a young age would have forever been turned against it. She hadn't been. She loved it. And wasn't shy about letting me know it. And surprisingly, when she told me stories of the men and boys she'd been with, I wasn't jealous. That was then. Before me. I had absolutely no doubt about the now. Neither of us did. It would have been impossible for either of us to hide from the other how we felt about each other. 

Love. A simple four letter word. Even in Spanish. Amor. Enamorarse. Estar enamorado. El amor de mi vida. Te quiero. I did love her.

Ten days later she took me to meet her extended family. Her 'abuela' she'd called her, the grandmotherly figure who was the center of the Sanchez family.

"Speak only in Spanish to him, he has to learn," she ordered her family. Of course they spoke English to me. In fact I was questioned closely. Again and again. By family member after family member. Two things became obvious very, very quickly. One, Marisa was beloved by her friends and family. And two, any man, and especially a non Latino man, was going to be examined very closely by every single member of the family before he would be accepted by the clan.

I left that day knowing it would take more than one afternoon to win over her family. I started Spanish lessons the next day.

Febuary 15th 2009

Dad of course wasn't convinced when he met Marisa for the first time. He and mom had just arrived in Miami for their seven week long winter vacation. He didn't say anything but I saw it in his eyes. 'What the hell's he doing with a Cuban'? Marisa had been with me when I'd met them at the airport.

But Mom was delighted. 

"She's just perfect," she gushed when I took my parents out to lunch at an outdoor bistro on Lincoln Road the next day. 

"Well--" dad started to grumble but mom cut him off.

"Finally a girl who isn't a pale imitation of Caitlyn."

"What?" dad muttered.

"What?" I echoed.

"David, every girl you've gone out with over the last five years has looked like Caitlyn. Vanessa..." she left the thought hanging.

"They have?" from dad.

"You didn't like Vanessa?" I asked.

"Finally a girl with some spunk, some life, someone who'll give your dad and I grandchildren," mom answered.

Dad, uncomfortable, clearly wasn't sold on the idea. "He just met the girl for crying out loud," he complained. I was smiling in thanks to my mother.

By the time my parents left Florida in early April to go home my father was completely sold on Florida. The man who'd often said he'd never retire was making plans for a longer visit the next year before he even left. The golf, the boating, the fishing had convinced him. He'd turned sixty-three that year and had finally realized that there were other things he wanted to do in life while he still had the chance.

Of course mom's constant gushing about how much she loved Florida echoing around him for the seven weeks hadn't hurt. Although they hadn't bought anything, mom had even got dad out to go out and look at a couple of condos on the beach during their trip. 

And my father had also fallen for my girlfriend and the idea that Marisa Sanchez would be the perfect mother for his grandkids. How could he not? She was perfect. Although he never actually told me that before he left. Mom did though.

Mom's last words before they left were that she and dad "we're planning on spending a lot longer down in Florida next year".

"We are?" my old man replied.

"Of course we might also have to come down this summer," mom added.

"This summer?"

"Well, if there's a wedding," mom said to her husband.

"Wedding? Who's getting married?"

Adam of course also met Marisa that winter. In fact, when he'd been down in Miami in late February, and only twenty minutes after meeting her, he'd pulled me aside and said, "If you don't marry that girl you're not smart enough to be my brother."

And Marisa had instantly taken to him. "He's great," she'd enthused later that night as we lay entwined in a post coital embrace.

"Of course he's not as good looking as I am," I answered.

"He dresses better," my future wife threw back.

"My penis is bigger," I countered.

"Pig," she answered as she pushed me onto my back. "And yours doesn't look that big right now," she challenged as her hand slid down onto my sticky, just drained cock. However it didn't take long for it to grow back to a very, very respectable length. Which I then pushed deep inside her.

"He said the whole family might move down to Florida, that your mom really wants to," she said, continuing our conversation after we'd finished.

"I think dad will be a tough sell."

"Your dad's an old softie," Marisa replied. My dad's an old softie? 

"What's Adam's wife like?"

"Caitlyn? She's nice," I answered tentatively. Then I leaned over and kissed her, I wasn't any way near ready to discuss my sister with my future bride. In fact it was the one dark cloud that still hovered over my life.

And after we'd finished a second time, as we lay on our backs, panting and sticky, she returned to my family, "So how big is his penis anyway?"

"Little Cuban slut," I answered as I rolled back on top of her.

August 2009 

"Have you bought mom a birthday present yet?"That's what I asked my dad when he picked up the phone.

"Is that you David?"

"If you haven't got her anything yet I've got a pretty good idea for you."

"You do? What is it?" Dad had always agonized over buying mom presents and had always sought his son's opinions on the subject. Even mine.

"You'll have to fly down here."

"To Miami? To buy your mother a present? Are you nuts?"

"They're into interleague play now. We'll catch a ballgame or two. The Red Sox are here this weekend." The old James Montgomery, the tough businessman and father, would never have hopped on a plane on a whim. This new one, this father now actually looking forward to retirement after claiming for years he'd die in the saddle, did. Besides, I'd known the lure of watching the Red Sox would be impossible for him to resist.

I picked him up at Miami International two days later at noon. "Those bloody robbers charged me six hundred and fifty for a god dammed return ticket, can you believe it?" were his first words on seeing me.

"Yeah but you charged the ticket to the company and your room is free ... and I got us box seats for all three games," I answered with a smile. My father loved baseball. We didn't hug though, that wasn't something in dad's repertoire. 

South Florida, and Miami in particular, had seen a housing boom over the preceding ten years. Twenty, twenty-five per cent increases had been racked up in housing prices year after year after year. It had ended that year! Big time. Crashed. Of course everybody knows the story now. Our brilliant bankers!

"So, where's this present? And where are we?" he finally asked after we'd run out of small talk. We'd just crossed the Julia Tuttle Causeway on our way in from the airport.

"I want you to help me check out something first." I delayed for a sec and then added, "Some property."

"Property?"

"A house. I'm thinking of putting an offer on one this week. I was hoping you'd give me your advice. I need your expertise. That's one of the reasons I hoped you'd come down."

"In this market?" He looked at me as if I was crazy.

"I didn't want to do anything until I got your opinion. I'm going to need a home if I'm going to have a family."

"A family? You're not even married." Dad had his priorities straight.

"Not yet."

"She's not pregnant is she?"

"We're working on it ... she might be," I said as I pulled up to the curb.

"Have you asked her to marry you?"

"Uh huh." I answered but I didn't add anything else. Just waited.

"And--" he finally encouraged.

"Maybe we should check out the house first," I said as I moved to open my door.

"DAVID!" he ordered.

I smiled, then jumped out of the car. "She said she'd consider it."

"She'd consider it?" 

"She said her family would never let her marry someone who didn't even own a house," I answered. Not exactly true but I had to get dad on the right page.

"Her family?" Dad asked as he stepped out of the car. His tone clearly indicated that he didn't think any Cuban family should be questioning a Montgomery. 

"Look," I quickly interjected pointing towards the house. I didn't want to get dad to get sidetracked on the subject of Cuban immigration.

"It's on the water?" he asked when he finally turned his attention to the house.

"On the bay. That's downtown, American Airlines Arena," I said pointing through the gap between two houses towards the Miami skyline on the other side of the bay.

"It'll be expensive," dad answered as his eyes flicked over the house in front of him. I couldn't miss the interest that had suddenly appeared in them. Dad had always been a businessman on the lookout for the next great deal.

"It's got a boat dock ... can take up to an eighty footer," I said as we walked up the path towards the front door.

"So you're a sailor all of a sudden," he grumbled as we walked inside. But he couldn't hold back the, "Jesus!" when he was faced by the view he'd walked into. You could see right through the house, through the high ceiling living room, through the massive picture windows, to the pool deck and bay beyond.

"It sold for one point two mill eighteen months ago. To an Argentine banker."

"What? You can't afford half that."

"My real estate guy thinks I can get it for three fifty if you can believe it. Sometimes you can see schools of dolphins right off the dock," I added as I pointed out towards the bay waters.

"Three hundred and fifty grand?" I heard the surprise and the rise of interest in dad's voice.

"The mortgage holders are running for the fucking hills. The Argentine guy was apparently arrested six months ago. No one is buying. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity." 

We spent the next thirty minutes walking around the house and property. He'd been sold after about two minutes but businessman dad had a hundred questions for me. 

"The only problem with this whole set up is that," he finally said as he pointed to the construction site on the lots just north of the one we'd been looking at. Two lots on the water. The yards weren't landscaped.

"They're about ninety-five percent finished. I checked them out too. They're pretty nice. The developer's fucked. He built those two on spec and he's got another twelve under construction over on one of the bay islands. Apparently every buyer of the twelve has walked away. My guy says the banks would foreclose in a second if there was any chance to sell any of them."

My father had already started to walk towards the two houses. "Have they stopped work on them?"

"Last week. They pulled the crew. No money. Bank doesn't know what the heck to do." I paused as we walked through the front door of the closest one.

"My guy thinks they'd jump at a half mill for the two, maybe even four fifty."

"Really? That low?" Dad couldn't hide his interest.

"Probably take a hundred each to finish them though. Six-fifty, seven hundred total for both to see them finished. They'll be worth three times that in five years," I predicted.

"You know, they said they wanted four fifty for that condo your mother liked on South Beach," dad mused as we walked through the house.

"C'mon dad, a condo's no good for mom, you know she loves her gardening." As soon as I finished the sentence I saw the lights go on, saw dad's face change as he realized what was going on.

"Do you think I'm going to buy your mother a house for her birthday?" I just smiled.

"I certainly don't need two houses," dad complained. But he'd already made up his mind. And he knew who'd be living in the second house. And he knew he wasn't fooling me.

"Think you're smart don't you?"

"It would certainly be nice if Marisa and my baby child had a grandfather and grandmother around to baby sit once in a while. And if little Sophie and her parents also just happened to live next door to mom."

****

Dad stayed for a week. We saw three Red Sox games. Dad bought two houses. In fact he paid for three. "Do you think I'd buy a house for your brother and not you?" he'd asked during the ninth inning of the Saturday night game.

I was put in charge of getting them finished in time for their planned February arrival.

And he and Adam started coming down, alternating every second week or so. Supervising the work they said. But also scouting out locations for the company move that I knew was coming. They stayed at my house when they visited. Adam and Marisa became great friends.

Mom also made a couple of flying visits down to oversee the decorating of the two houses. Caitlyn didn't come though...

September 2009

"We want another one."

"Another what?" I was sitting with my brother watching a mid September Marlins game. The Mets were in town. I hadn't really been paying attention to what he'd been saying. He'd flown down on business and stayed over.

"A baby. What do you think I've been talking about for the last ten minutes?"

I said nothing.

"We want you to be the father again."

"No." I said it softly but forcefully.

"We've talked about it a lot. The pros and cons. I thought maybe she'd prefer to adopt this time, not go through all that again."

"No Adam I'm not doing it."

"Because of Marisa?"

We talked around the issue until he left thirty-six hours later. I didn't agree to anything.

"Just think about it David, that's all we ask," were my brothers parting words.

I still hadn't said a word to Marisa about Sophie's inception.

But deep down, as soon as he'd suggested it, I knew that I wanted to father another baby with Caitlyn. Even after what I'd done the first time. Knew that the only baby that I wanted to grow in my sisters stomach was one of mine.

And I don't know why I did. I was truly happy for the first time in my life. In love with a woman who'd agreed to be my wife. Who was going to bear my children. But I still wanted to put another baby in Caitlyn. How fucked up was that?

Caitlyn called a week later.

"I don't think it's a good idea," I told her after she'd spent five minutes outlining why, in spite of everything, that we should go ahead.

"It's you or a Chinese one." She threw it out flippantly but there was an icy edge in her voice.

"I'm getting married."

"You owe me. I'm not taking no for an answer." I capitulated. And afterwards, after I'd hung up the phone, I sat at my desk smiling out at the world. I was elated.

Halloween 2009 Baby Making

"You haven't told her?"

"No." Caitlyn had arrived that afternoon and we'd just finished an early dinner at a Cuban restaurant on Calle Ocho with my fiancé. Then we'd driven Marisa to the airport. She was off to Tampa for a long planned trip to see her aunt. I'd scheduled it purposely that way. I'd also insisted that we do the 'artificial insemination' in Miami. And I'd picked a weekend that I knew my brother was due to attend a business convention that he couldn't miss. So it'd be just the two of us.

They'd argued but finally agreed. So here she was down in Miami. To go to a clinic I'd supposedly arranged, a clinic where some of my sperm would be put in a plunger and injected between her legs. It was exactly two years to the day since the night I'd raped her. 

She must have known. She was too smart not to have. She just must have known that any Montgomery sperm that was going to go into her was going to be delivered the old fashioned way.

"Are you going to tell her?" The two of us were sitting in my living room. I'd just given her a tour of her new house, one still being worked on but getting close to completion.

"Eventually."

"Is that why you chose this weekend? Because she wasn't going to be here?"

"Partly."

"She's going to be your wife. You have to tell her."

"I know."

"She's nice, I really liked her," my sister said. 

"I was lucky," I answered. But I wasn't thinking of Marisa as I talked, instead I was thinking of how my cock was soon going to be pumping sperm inside my brother's wife.




Brother Cucks Brother: Or Does He?



For her visit I'd given Caitlyn my ground floor, guest bedroom that looked out over the pool area. My bedroom, the master bedroom, was right across the pool from the one I'd given her. After talking a few minutes longer we separated to go to bed. "We better be rested for the big day," had been Caitlyn's last words to me before retiring to her room. She hadn't even asked me one question about the clinic or what our schedule was for the next day. She knew!

I'd left her bedrooms sliding glass doors unlocked and I only waited five minutes after I'd seen her light go out before I left my bedroom and walked across the patio and around the pool. I'd put a Halloween mask on. I knew she'd still be awake and must have been watching my approach through the glass. I pulled the door open.

"Are you going to rape me again?" She asked softly as I stood silhouetted in her doorway. 

"No," I answered as I crossed the room, stopping only when my shin hit the mattress of her bed. I had a bottle of wine in my hand. I was naked. I was fully erect. I tossed a mask onto the bed.

"Did you even schedule an appointment at the clinic?"

"No," I admitted as I looked down at her. "I won't do it that way again."

"I won't--" she started but I'd already turned towards the sliding door that led back out to the pool deck. "David?" echoed out from her room. A second later I was sitting on the edge of the pool facing her open door, my feet dangling in the warm water. I took a swig of champagne and waited. 

"You expected me to just let you fuck me?" She was angry. She stood looking down at me, her thin silk robe held close around her by her crossed arms. I could see the twin dark circles of her aureoles. She'd put the mask on.

"What were you expecting? That I was going to wank off into a jar and let some asshole stick a plunger up between your legs and into your bloody cervix."

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too."

"Bastard!"

"Marisa's pregnant."

"What?" She'd heard.

"Do you want my baby or not?"

She was standing next to me and looking down at me. "We want another baby. Another one like--"

"There's only one way to get another one like Sophie."

"By being raped? FUCKER!"

"Fuck you," I said as I stood up and turned to leave.

She let me walk halfway to the glass doors that led into my bedroom before she spoke. "PRICK... ASSHOLE." Seconds later she had caught me, grabbed me, and then spun me around to face her. My cock, still hard, bobbed up between our bodies.

"Rape me. I want you to rape me again." As she spoke she let her nightgown slip off her shoulders. A second later it was lying on the ground.

"No." I kicked the nightgown and watched silently as it arched up into the air and then fell forlornly into the pool.

"Put your big cock in me ... your cum ... your hot cum ... put a baby inside me," she pled as she pulled me against her.

"Make love with you?" I asked as I pulled her tightly against me.

"Make love to your little Caitlyn," she begged as she slid to her knees in front of me. There were tears falling down her cheeks as she took me into her mouth.

The first time we did it on the lawn. Hard, penetrating sex performed in the missionary position. Thrust after brutal thrust that pinned her athletic body to the grass. But it wasn't a rape! She wanted it as badly as I did. And not just for the baby. And she knew I knew it. She was screaming out her need, her legs locked around my back, when my cock finally started to spurt. Then I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom.

"Again, I want it again," she demanded as soon as I'd dropped her on my king size bed.

I made love with my brother's wife for the next forty hours. While Marisa visited her aunt. While Adam worked.

It was strange sex. In a way neither of us wanted to be there. But our bodies did. We were naturals together. She came easily and quickly under my touch. She made love to my cock with her hands, her mouth, her feet, her breasts, her cunt...

I ate her until she was a quivering, screaming, needy, unthinking, demanding, orgasming slut.

I took her ass. I plastered every inch of her body with creamy sauce. I made her pregnant.

We hardly talked. I think we were afraid to. Words scared us. Sex didn't. We simply enjoyed what we knew we shouldn't. We both knew there would be consequences to face. But in our conspiracy of silence we ignored them. It wasn't until we were in the airport on Sunday afternoon, waiting for her plane to be called, that she tried to address the question.

"We can't ever do it again. You do know that don't you Dave?" We were standing next to her gate. Her flight was leaving in fifteen minutes.

"What about when you want another child?" I asked. She didn't answer. "Come here," I ordered and then pulled her against me. I found her lips. Her mouth opened in welcome. Our tongues probed.

"We'll never stop now," I whispered in her ear once we'd broken apart. We both knew it was true. A second later she fled.

****

Tuesday -- Two Days Later

"She's beautiful." Marisa and I were just finishing a late dinner in a small restaurant in Little Havana. She'd just gotten back from Tampa.

"Who?" I knew who.

"Your sister."

"Caitlyn?"

"She seemed nice too." Marisa was clearly trolling for info on her sister to be. 

"Yeah she's okay," I agreed.

"You guys seemed a little ... I don't know ... uncomfortable maybe ... no something else ... maybe--"

Just like that I decided it was time to fill her in. "It's complicated," I started. Marisa was already ahead of me.

"You two liked each other didn't you? When you were young."

"It's a long story."

"Is it?" I nodded.

"Tell me," she invited.

"Not here," I answered. "Let's go to the beach."

"The beach?"

"We'll go for a walk on the beach and I'll tell you a story," I answered as I stood up from the table. 

"Am I going to like the story?" she asked. Probably not I thought.

Twenty minutes later we were holding hands and walking barefoot along the beach. I started to talk. About my brother and I. About our lives. About Caitlyn...

"You were still a virgin at eighteen?" There was both a touch of disbelief and surprise in her voice. I welcomed being sidetracked. For the next twenty minutes I told my love of the sexual trials and tribulations of a teenage Dave Montgomery. 

"So you had a crush on Caitlyn?" Maria asked when I finally got to my senior year of high school.

"Yes."

"And what about her?"

I laughed. "Some years later she did concede that she thought I was a pretty hot senior."

"Did you two ever go out?"

I told her of that Halloween years earlier. Of how Adam and Caitlyn's romance was born. Of the day months later I'd lost my virginity to another girl. Of Adam's and my College years. Of the girls we'd dated. Of the girls I'd had sex with.

She asked questions as I talked. Interrupted. Told me she wasn't that impressed by my sexcapades. "I still don't understand why you waited so long, in Cuba men start..." she said at one point. She even promised to fill me in later on even more of her past sex life. I didn't care about her past. 

"That wasn't that complicated," Maria said when I'd finished that part of my tale. "You had lots of girlfriends. That's normal. Especially when you started so late." There was a twinkle in her eyes.

For a moment I considered leaving it at that. But I couldn't. "That wasn't the complicated part."

"It wasn't?"

I watched as her eyes tried to read me in the darkness. Saw as the sudden awareness hit. "You never got over her did you? Even after they married."

"Mom says all my girlfriends were pale imitations of Caitlyn. Except for you."

"You loved her." I could see Maria's mind racing as it examined the possibilities. "You've slept with her?" But before I could answer she'd already moved on to the next thought. "Did you have sex with her this weekend?"

"It's more complicated than that."

"That's pretty complicated Dave."

So I told her about my brother's inability to impregnate his wife. About the decision the three of us made about using my sperm in the artificial insemination scheme. I told it slowly. She didn't interrupt until I'd finished.

""Poor Adam," she said. "So Sam is your daughter?" I nodded. I could see her processing this new info. 

For a second I hesitated, asking myself if it wouldn't be better for all of us if I didn't mention the rape. Then I told her. I knew she had to know every grisly detail. If she was still going to marry me she'd have to know the whole story going in.

"You raped her?"

"Yes."

"After she'd been artificially inseminated? Your brother's wife?" I nodded. 

"You prick!"

"I know," I agreed.

"Your own brother? You love him." I nodded. "Did she tell him?" I shook my head no. She said nothing. Instead she simply sat down on the sand while shaking her head. I sat down next to her.

"They want another one. That's what this weekend was about," I said softly as I put an arm around her shoulder. She shook it off.

"She wanted you to rape her again?" Marisa's voice conveyed her incredulity. 

"I was supposed to have arranged it with a clinic down here. Adam thought--"

"But Caitlyn must have known." Marisa protested. "She must have known after the first time."

"I think she'd convinced herself that--"

"Bullshit! She knew. She came down here to have sex with you. She had no right, you're engaged," Marisa growled.

"She's not the bad guy hon," I said.

"Oh she's not as bad as the asshole who fucked her but she's still a slut. And she was all so smiley and nice when we had dinner together. Then, the second I'm shuffled out of town, she sleeps with you. Fuck her." I put my arm around her again. "Fuck you too," she added as she pushed my arm away. There were tears falling down her cheeks. For minutes we said nothing, the only sound around us the lapping of the waves along the shoreline.

"So now you've put another baby in her?" 

"Probably."

"After you put one in me." What could I say? "I'm not having an abortion." But I knew her statement didn't mean I'd be still around when she had the baby.

"I love you."

"Yeah right. And now that slut is going to move in next door to us."

"We could move," I offered.

"That makes a lot of sense. Your parents and brother move down to Florida to be with you and you move?"

"We could move to Cuba."

"I'd like to put you on a fucking raft and send you off to join Uncle Fidel," my love spat back. I had no more words for her. And she knew it. I put my arm around her shoulder. This time she didn't throw it off. I just held her lightly as we both contemplated the universe.

"You made me so happy." Her voice was a raspy, teary sound when she finally spoke. "I never really thought I'd feel this way about someone." I simply let her talk. Tears were falling down my cheeks too. "And then you go and fuck it up."

It was a good five minutes later before she said her next words. "Give me your phone."

"My phone? You want to make a call now?" 

"Hurry," she ordered even as she fumbled in my pants pocked for my cell. Finally pulling it out she asked, "What's Caitlyn's number."

"Caitlyn? You're not going to call--" Her angry look stopped the rest of my sentence. "Under Dave, number one on the speed dial," I said. Marisa pushed the button and then, as it rang in a bedroom in New England, leaned her body over so that her face was inches from mine. She pressed her body against me as she waited for the call to be answered. 

"Dave?" I heard Caitlyn tentatively ask.

"No, it's his fiancée ... his pissed off fiancée," Marisa said angrily.

"Marisa?"

"You and I are going to have to talk," my wife to be, I still hoped, ordered.

"He told you?"

"It may be the last thing he ever tells me," Marisa told Caitlyn as she stared angrily into my eyes. Which wasn't good.

Marisa didn't come home with me that night. Nor did I hear from her in the following couple of days. She went to visit Caitlyn that weekend. Adam meanwhile flew down to Miami. He'd been ordered out.

He was elated. "It's great the girls are getting to know each other," were his first words on greeting me at the airport. I wasn't sure I'd ever see Marisa again.

And she kept me hanging. It wasn't until the following Wednesday, three days after getting back from the north, that she phoned me. "You and I have some things to sort out," were her ominous words. An hour later I was sitting facing her in the cramped living room of the small apartment she rented in Little Havana. I wasn't offered a drink.

"If I hadn't liked her and if she wasn't pregnant I might have strangled her," were my loves first words. I was trying to think of an appropriate response when her eyes caught mine. They were like lasers. Angry lasers. I decided to shut up.

"She's as bad as you." I heard Marisa's words and wondered if that was good or bad.

"She's always wanted both of you," she accused.

"I don't think so. She chose--"

"Shut up Dave. The slut chose your brother but she never really let you go did she? She always kept you around ... always teasing and flirting."

I knew that wasn't true. "It was I who had the crush on her--"

"Because of her. The things she did, the little things. She never really wanted you to find a real girlfriend. Not someone you'd love."

I didn't really accept the view of Caitlyn that Marisa was drawing but I was also smart enough to realize that I hadn't been dumped outright. That maybe, just maybe I still had a chance. I had no idea how to play it. "She set me up with dates, with some of her girlfriends," I offered tentatively. Playing for time.

"Girls she knew you'd never prefer over her."

"But she was Adam's wife. She knew I'd never do anything."

"But she didn't want you to do anything with anyone else."

"But--"

"But nothing," she interrupted. "She may not have done anything and may not have even consciously known what she was doing, but she was doing it. She wanted both of you."

"I raped her." I'd sensed that our conversation was leading Marisa towards some sort of rapprochement but I hadn't been able to stop myself from saying the words.

"Yes and you were a real prick," Marisa agreed. "But it was her fault almost as much as yours."

"I don't see how--" I started.

"Was it your fault your brother's sperm was no good? Was it your fault that they begged you to impregnate her?" I wanted to argue with her but she didn't let me.

"Do you know what she told me?" I shook my head no. "What her very first thoughts were when Adam came home and told her that he'd told you about their problem. And what you'd said to him about using your sperm?"

"What she's say?" I asked even while wondering how Marisa had got all this info from Caitlyn.

"She said that very night, even while Adam was making love to her, that she'd thought of you and your prick pumping sperm into her."

"She did?" That same night I'd jacked off to thoughts of her.

"And she admitted that it wasn't the first time she'd thought of you that way. That from the time she'd first gone out with Adam there were always nights when she dreamt of you and what it would be like."

"She never did anything, never said anything."

"Hah! As if. And do you know what else she said?" I was hooked. I wanted to hear every word.

"Do you know what her greatest sexual fantasy is?"

Caitlyn told all this to Marisa? Over one short weekend I asked myself as I watched my intended. "What?" I asked.

"Both of you ... you and Adam I mean. Making love to her. At the same time. Two big cocks inside her."

"No way," I denied. "She'd never tell anyone that even if it was true. And it's not." I was pretty sure Caitlyn wouldn't have ever told a stranger her sexual fantasies.

"Oh we talked about it. We talked about everything. We drank and talked and then drank and talked some more."

"Still, she'd never have told you that."

'I wasn't going to leave that house until I'd heard every goddamn word that bitch had to say. And she knew it. And you know what Dave? She's been just looking for someone to tell her real feelings to for years."

"She has?"

"I told her I knew about the rape. That I knew about what she'd done last weekend. That I knew she'd snuck down to Miami and fucked my fiancée."

"It wasn't really like that."

Marisa wasn't listening. "She dreams of your big cock, fucking her, while she sucks your brother."

"That's gross." 

"She knew you were going to fuck her when she came down here. She wanted you to. And she was just dying to confess it to me."

"What'd you say?"

"I told her she was a slut and that I'd like to kick her ass. That she shouldn't think I was going to let her off the hook for this past weekend just because of what happened two years ago."

"You did?"

"That I didn't want to hear any sob stories from some spoiled rich girl. That if she wanted to know about tough times she should have been raped at twelve like I was. Or sold her body to an old man so she could get a place on a raft to America. Or lost a father when she was five."

"What did she say to that?"

"She cried. Sobbed. Then we got drunk. The next day we talked some more. Guess what?"

"What?"

"The idiot still thinks I should marry you."

"She does?"

"Even though she still wants you."

"I don't think she still wants me, it was just to get pregnant," I lied.

"She loves you as much as she loves Adam," Marisa contradicted. "I asked her. She admitted that there's no way now you two won't do it again. She says she knows it's wrong but..."

"So why does she think you should marry me?"

"Cause all three of you are fucked up and she knows it. And she knows that only I can save all your asses."

"That's crazy."

"So you don't want to marry me?" 

"I didn't say that."

"So you want me to just walk away and raise our son--"

"Our son? You know it's a boy? You were tested." My heart leapt at the news.

"I don't have to be tested. I know. So do you want Miguel Sanchez to grow up without a father?"

"He'll be a Montgomery." I was suddenly pissed off. "And you'll be my wife!"

"We talked for hours you know. Caitlyn and me. And we decided I have only two choices."

"What are they?"

"One I can just walk away. And my son won't have a father. And I won't have the only man I'll ever really love."

"That would be a stupid choice."

"And Caitlyn and I decided that if I walked away you three would also eventually fuck up your lives. Adam would find out. He'd hate you. You know that he's already insecure because of the whole inability to get Caitlyn pregnant thing don't you?"

"He is?" 

"Then he finds out you're fucking her on the side? And what would she do as you two fought? And the children? And your parents?" 

"They all should have stayed up in Boston. I knew it," I mumbled. She didn't answer. Instead she just watched me, waiting.

"So what's option number two?" I finally asked.

"That I marry you and we all live happily ever after." Even I can hear the sarcasm in Marisa's voice. And know the unlikelihood of the happily ever after part.

"Except," she began after a few seconds, "Adam will still find out. You'll still hate each other. Caitlyn will be driven away. Your mom will be broken hearted. Your dad--"

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm fucked either coming or going. What do you want me to do? Fucking kill myself?"

"Yeah, that would make your son very, very happy wouldn't it? And your brother who loves you. And your sister. And what about me? Don't forget buster that I lost my father when I was just five."

I threw up my hands. "So what are you saying?"

"There's only one solution." 

There was a solution? "There is?" I asked. Marisa didn't answer. Instead she stood up and walked into the kitchen. A second later she returned with a tray loaded with a bottle of Jack Daniels and two tumblers. I watched as she poured a glassful and the offered it to me. I took a sip.




Brother Cucks Brother: Or Does He?



"The idea sorta came to us at the same time," she said when she'd sat down.

"You and Caitlyn?" She nodded yes.

"It probably won't work," my love added. She took a good sized gulp from her glass. I did the same from mine. Had I already figured it out? I don't think so.

"You'll have to let your brother sleep with me," she said, her eyes never leaving mine as she spoke the words. Whiskey exploded out in a spray from my mouth. 

"Are you fucking crazy" I sputtered out when my choking, coughing fit had ended.

We talked and drank for a long time that night. I guess much like Marisa and Caitlyn had on their weekend together.

Of course it was a stupid, idiotic idea that would never work. I knew that instinctively. And I told her. Over and over. The only part that made sense was the alternative. Which she kept pounding into my head. That any other option wasn't going to work. 

I could see and accept that, just as she'd predicted, we'd end up a totally fucked up, unhappy, dysfunctional family. And it would be all my fault. "It would be all of your faults," Marisa corrected.

And the thing is, once you've accepted what was inevitable unless you didn't act, you have to look at the options. And after about three hours more of semi sober discussion, I finally conceded that their solution was probably the only one with even the smallest chance of success.

"He'd never fuck you, he loves me," I argued later when we'd finally got around to analyzing the idea.

"Hah, he's as horny as you. You should have heard some of Caitlyn's stories."

"He's never cheated on her."

"He did when you guys were at University."

"They weren't married then," I argued back.

"They were dating. He slept with all sorts of girls when you two guys were living together."

"No he didn't," I lied. 

"He told her. Confessed. After they'd married. They don't have any secrets." What an idiot I thought. Telling his wife about things that didn't matter.

"Well she certainly has one secret." 

"She's wanted to tell him right from the start. She couldn't. She knew what it would do to all three of you."

We continued to talk. Argue. Rehash. Everything sorta made kind of sense except the part where my brother slept with my wife. That was the sticking point we always got to.

"Caitlyn said he's very good in bed ... even better than you," Marisa teased at one point. Her logic hadn't been working, she'd instead decided to poke me, to prick me so to speak. With my brother's prick.

"Hah, he's old. Can hardly maintain an erection. Caitlyn says he goes through bottles of Viagara every month." I scoffed. 

"She says she can hardly get him in her mouth he's so big," my fiancée retorted, then stuck out her tongue and licked her lips in a crude sexual leer. 

"He's a pencil dick." Marisa ignored me. Instead she got down on her knees in front of me. I watched as she pulled down my zipper and then pulled out my cock. And then I was in her mouth. A second later she'd released me. 

"He's got to be bigger than that little guy," she said scornfully. Then she stuck her tongue out at me. A minute later the two of us were naked on her living room floor. Making love. Something I'd been afraid when I'd walked in that night that we'd never do again. 

Then we went to bed. And talked some more. And fucked some more. And cuddled. 

Sometime after four in the morning she said what turned out to be the fateful words. I was so drowsy I missed the first few words.

"I missed that. What'd you say?" I asked as I rolled over towards her.

"I went and saw Mama Teresa yesterday. We went and saw the priest." Mama Teresa was her abuela. "Auntie came too."

"The priest?"

"I booked our marriage for the twenty-seventh."

"Our marriage. The twenty-seventh?"

"Of December. I told him I'd confirm the date today. The reception will be held at the big Sanchez house." I knew she meant the house of one of her cousins, all the big family events were held there.

"You still want to marry me?"

"What choice have you left me? A poor girl seduced and impregnated by..."

"But we really haven't agreed on the other thing."

"What other thing?" Marisa playing coy?

"Uh, the Adam thing. The thing we've been talking about all night."

"Adam's thing will come later."

"It will."

"Uh huh, Caitlyn and I discussed all that after we'd decided."

"I thought I was part of the decision."

She ignored me. "I have the wedding to arrange. Moving into the new house. Caitlyn and your parents have to move. Adam will be busy with the company. And of course we're both pregnant so we won't have any time for that other stuff until at least next fall ... maybe not even until Christmas."

"That other stuff?"

"Should I tell my aunt to go ahead?" Our discussion was over. It was decision time.

"I better call mom and dad right away. And Adam. They'll have to arrange tickets and everything. Have you and your family decided what I'm going to have to wear to my wedding?"

A second later Marisa's lips were on mine. Tears were soon sliding down her cheeks. Which probably meant she didn't notice mine.

Later that day, as I sat in my office contemplating my life, I convinced myself that we'd made no ultimate decision about Adam's thing. That in fact, even though the marriage was going forward, it didn't mean that he'd absolutely have to sleep with my wife. That in fact there were other possibilities...

December 2009

We were married on December twenty-seventh. In a small catholic church in Little Havana in Miami. The service was bilingual, a Spanish/English service meant to please both families. Surprisingly dad didn't make a single comment about the language. In fact he hesitantly used a few words of Spanish, clearly just learned, on some of Marisa's relatives. 

My beaming brother was my best man. Caitlyn sat in the front row of the groom's side on the church with her daughter Sophie in her arms. Another child, another daughter as it turned out, was growing in her belly. 

My bride, radiant in white, her eyes glowing as she said 'I do', her love for me unmistakable, was also pregnant. My son. 

It was the happiest day of my life.

2010

My parents moved into their new house in January. Caitlyn and Adam soon followed even though Dad and my brother were still doing a lot of business related commuting back and forth. By early March they'd moved the company offices to North Miami, a short drive from their new homes.

My son was born on the last day of May. Adam Miguel James Montgomery. Named for his two grandfathers and of course his uncle. His uncle who'd promised to be his godfather. Who'd been named in my will as the person to raise him if anything happened to Marisa and I. 

There was absolute joy in my brother's eyes as he watched his godson being baptized. And I knew he was going to be as much a father as he was an uncle to his namesake. 

My second daughter was born to Caitlyn and Adam two months later. Rose. And she definitely was one. It was one of those perfect summers. Every member of the family was happy.

 Halloween Night 2010

"I've arranged the boat," Marisa said from behind her mask. Adam, Caitlyn, my wife and I were celebrating Halloween together. The children were at home and were being babysat by their grandparents. The four of us were costumed. It's the first time we'd gone out together as a group since the birth of the two babies. We were sitting at a table in one of South Beach's trendiest nightclubs. Costumed, dancing bodies were swirling all around us. The girls, back in shape after their pregnancies, had both decided to go sexy that night. They looked great.

"We leave the twenty-sixth. Our bareback luxury yacht. Leaving from the Virgin Islands ..." As she talked I watched as Marisa's hand slid down off the drink laden table. A second later I felt her fingers as they moved across my thigh. 

"It's a bareboat cruise, not a bareback cruise," I corrected my wife. "Do you really think we should go? You don't think it's too soon? It's a lot for dad and mom to have to do," I say as I harden under the ministrations of my wife's fingers. I'm still not convinced I want what I know Caitlyn and Marisa have planned.

"Your mom will love having the kids," Caitlyn answered. "Besides they'll have help." A second later I felt her hand join Marisa's on my cock. She gave it a quick squeeze and then turned to her husband and embraced him. He hadn't noticed a thing.

"God, it'll be great. We all need the break, wine women and song," my brother said jollily. From the second our two wives proposed the holiday he'd been sold. And he had no idea what they'd planned. 

"Well I'm going to be bareback and barefront the whole time I'm on the boat," my wife answered. She'd already had a great deal to drink.

Her sister, similarly well oiled, than chimed in with, "you two are going to have titties bouncing everywhere."

"Perfect," my brother enthused. He had no idea the girls were accurately depicting what was to come.

A ten day bareboat cruise in the Caribbean. Just the four of us. Marisa and Caitlyn had informed me of the plan a month earlier. As the months had passed over the previous year I'd thought, hoped even, that Marisa had forgotten her proposal. That the marriage, the pregnancies, the moves, the births had convinced her that it wasn't necessary. And yet I'd thought about it just about every day. Dreamt of it. Of Adam watching me as I made love to his wife. Of me watching Marisa and him. Of both of us sandwiching first one, then the other, between us. It was a dream that always aroused. But it scared me...

"C'mon miss titty, let's dance," I said as I stood up and took Caitlyn's hand. I knew it was time to get the two girls separated before they got really going. Incredibly they'd become almost inseparable since Caitlyn had moved down to Florida. 

Invariably over the preceding months I'd found them laughing together, usually giggling like schoolgirls, whenever I'd returned from work. Lounging at either my house or Adam's, discussing who knows what. The two families had become real friends over the months, eating just about every dinner together, usually also with my parents. Pregnant, and not working, the girls had bonded. It had surprised me and delighted Adam.

"You know, it's our anniversary," Caitlyn said as she melted into my arms. "Three years ago tonight." 

She was talking about the rape. She could feel my hardness as we moved around the dance floor. "You'd like to fuck me right now, wouldn't you?" She was right. My wife was twenty feet away dancing with my brother and I still would have fucked her.

"Do you think Adam has an erection," my sister asked as she glanced over at where her husband and my wife were dancing.

I didn't want to know. I hoped not but knew at a glance that he did. That he was pushing his hard cock up against my wife's stomach. Caitlyn sensed my unease. "It's the only way Dave," she whispered softly into my ear.

"Did you really dream of Adam and I ... I mean before ..."

"Before Sophie?" she asks. I nod yes.

"Marisa told you?" I nod again.

"I can remember one night ... just months after Adam and I had married," she remembers. "During the summer, we'd had a bar-b-que at our place, just the three of us. We'd had lots to drink. " Listening to her I could remember fifty nights like that over the years, both before and after their marriage. 

"It was late and you two were sitting on the couch. I sat down between you. Adam hugged me. Then kissed me. Then I turned and gave you a quick kiss. You had a hard-on."

"I didn't," I denied.

"You did so, just like the one you have now," Caitlyn answered. "I can remember it so clearly. I can remember saying to myself, 'do it, just lean over and touch it. Take them both to bed, it'll be okay'."

"And I always thought you were such a nice, proper girl."

"Eventually we went up to our room. You stayed over that night because you'd drunk so much. And then Adam and I were making love and do you know what? Your brother's cock was inside me and I was thinking of you just down the hall. I'm in love with my new husband but I almost asked him to go and get you. I almost told him that I wanted both of your cocks in me. And now it's going to happen," Caitlyn said as the song finished. Then she twirled away and rejoined her husband.

We left the club an hour later. Caitlyn and Adam went to their house. Marisa and I went to ours. I made love to my wife. Twice. She fell asleep. Images flashed across my still swirling mind.

It's going to happen I thought to myself. Less than two months from now. On a boat in the Caribbean. 

I'll watch my brother push his cock into my wife. I'm not sure exactly how I'll feel. 

What I do know is that the three people who'll be on the boat with me are the three most important people in my life. 

"What are you thinking?" 

"I thought you were asleep," I answer as I look over at my wife. She's beautiful.

She rolls over on top of me. Even though we've already made love two times my cock hardens almost instantly. "You were thinking of the boat trip, weren't you? Of having sex with your sister."

"I was not," I deny. My wife isn't fooled.

"It'll happen the second day we're on the boat. We'll have sailed into a quiet cove and anchored. We'll be alone. The aqua colored sea will be shimmering and the crescent shaped beach will beckon."

I can't help but picture the scene she's painting.

"You and Adam will be in the cockpit, probably discussing sports or fishing or some other male thing. Caitlyn and I will be on the bow, laughing, giggling, pointing at the beach. I'll undo my top and let it drop. Then she'll undo hers. Then one of you guys will look up and see us."

"You'll both be nervous as you watch us. Wondering what the other's thinking. Then I'll push my panties down my legs. Adam's mouth will open in surprise as he sees my dark pubic hair for the first time. He'll look over to check on what you're reaction is and while he's doing that his wife will step out of her bottom. For a few second we'll let you watch us and then we'll turn and dive over the side."

"Little slut,' I accuse. My cock has hardened as she's spun her tale.

"The two of you will watch us, never taking your eyes from our naked bodies, as we swim towards the beach. Nervous, neither of you will say a word. Then, when we reach the beach we'll turn and wave, call out to you. 'Bring some wine,' I'll yell. 'Hurry up,' Caitlyn will encourage."

"Eventually you'll jump into the water. We'll be waiting. I'll hug you when you finally get to shore. Caitlyn will hug Adam. And then do you know what will happen?" my wife asks.

"I'm afraid to guess," I answer as I cradle Marisa's head in my arm. As I caress her soft curls.

"I'll slowly pull your bathing suit down your legs. Then I'll slip to my knees."

"Jesus," I mumble. My cock is throbbing.

"Caitlyn and Adam will both be watching when I take your penis into my mouth. They'll watch, arm in arm, as I pull you down to the sand next to me. They'll watch as I sit on top of you and impale myself. They'll watch as you roll me over. They'll watch as you start to thrust your big, beautiful cock into me. But do you know what Dave?" she asks as her fingers find my hardness.

"What?" I groan. 

"They won't be watching when you finally roll off me. They won't see your cum as it dribbles out from between my legs. Do you know why?" I can guess.

"Because by then they'll be on the beach. Your brother will be fucking Caitlyn."

"Are you really sure this trip is a good idea?' I ask. In answer Marisa climbs on top of me and brings my rearing cock to her sex.

"And when they're finished do you know what will happen? As Adam lays panting, spread-eagled on his back on the hot sand. His still semi-hard penis oozing out one final thick droplet of sperm." In answer I start thrusting my hips up off the bed. Pushing my hard cock deep inside my wife.

"I'll walk over to him. Kneel between his legs. His eyes will be closed so that when I first take his sticky prick into my mouth he'll assume that it's his Caitlyn who's sucking him. But after a few seconds he'll know something's wrong. He'll know that the lips and tongue working on his shaft aren't the ones he's used to. Every woman is different Dave," my wife explains. As if I didn't know.

"He'll be so surprised when he sees who it is. And scared. He'll look over at you even as I take every inch of his big penis into my mouth and throat. But I won't let him ejaculate into my mouth Dave. Instead I'll spit him out. Then climb onto his body and mount him. 'Fuck me,' I'll cry as I lower myself onto his hardness."

"He won't know what to do. His eyes will jump from mine to yours to Caitlyn's. But he won't be able to stop himself. His hips will start to move. And when he looks to check on your's and Caitlyn's reaction he'll see that you've walked up behind her. That your hands are cupping her breasts. Fondling her. But he won't watch you long. His orgasm will be approaching. He won't care about anything except his cock and the cunt that's clutching it."

"But when he's finished and I roll off of him he'll finally look back over and see you lying on his wife. So what do you think of that?" my wife asks. 

But I've reached the same point that Adam had in Marisa's story -I am so close to orgasm by this time that I don't care about anything else.

Sometime later, after we've finished, my wife starts to talk again. "We won't do anything else that first day. We'll all probably act shy and embarrassed as we eat dinner. Then we'll retire to our rooms nervously."

"Where do you dream all this stuff up?" I ask my wife.

"What do you think Caitlyn and I have been talking about for the last six months?"

"Not your babies?"

"Not always." Marisa doesn't try to hide a cute little smirk.

"You've really talked about it?"

"Of course. We can't just leave something like this to chance. What I just described to you is how we've planned it."

"You two are nuts."

"Do you want to hear what we have planned for the third day?"

"Shouldn't it be a surprise?" 

"We've decided that I'll get to go first."

"First at what?"

"She agreed since she's already slept with you two. It's only fair."

"Agreed to what?"

"That'll be the surprise," my wife answers.

"Give me a hint," I encourage.

"Just remember mi amour, it's only you who can put babies in me." As she says the words her hand slips between our bodies. I've got another hard-on!

"Still," I say.

Marisa rolls over onto her stomach. "Do my bum," she purrs as she lifts her ass up off the bed. "And I want you to put your fingers in my pussy while you're doing it. I want to be full. Like I will be when I'm with you and Adam. When I'm first."

I push inside her. I can almost feel the warm Caribbean sun beating down on my back. I can almost smell the salty ocean. I can almost see my brother. And as I move my fingers urgently inside my wife I can almost feel my brother's cock as it thrusts deep into Marisa's center.

I know exactly what we're going to do on that third day...

THE END

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Brother Cucks Brother?



Hovering in front of her exposed pussy, the guy began rubbing the head of his cock over Teri's clit, giving her some idea of what to expect relative to the size of his cock. Next, he began drawing the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips, causing me to become almost transfixed by what was happening. Poised to enter, he eased the head of his cock into my wife's pussy. I expected he would have to pull back out and make several probing moves for his cock to make full entry, but her pussy juices combined with the lube must have been enough, because he just kept going – first the head, then the shaft – all the way to the hilt. As he did, I could hear my wife react to his entry with a long, low guttural sound.

At the moment his hips met Teri's hips, my own cock exploded in Sarah's hand, shooting cum at least six inches in the air. Sarah obliged my own orgasm, milking my cock with her hand until I had nothing left inside. Sarah continued to massage my dick, even though I was spent. All I could do at that point was to continue watching the action.

Having entered my wife with the full length of his cock, the guy began grinding his hips against Teri's, making slow circular motions. Soon enough, he slowly pulled his cock out until only the head remained connected, then he slid his glistening dick back inside her, twisting and grinding as their hips came back together. With this, he began to increase both his tempo and the intensity of each proceeding stroke, until the sound of his balls slapping my wife's ass, and the squishing sound of Teri's juices and the guy's lube gel surging together, consumed the room.

The guy on top of Teri began matching his partner, stroke for stroke. I could tell she was completely focused on what was happening to her, as she climaxed at least twice during all this. Each time, her back would arch up and her body would shudder, as she shouted muffled cries of pleasure. But the two guys went on relentlessly for what seemed an eternity. This amazing sight caused me to regain my erection in record time, as the beautiful Sarah continued stimulating my dick with her hand.

I could tell that both guys were getting ready to climax because their breathing was becoming increasingly animated. As this occurred, the intensity of each new stroke grew exponentially until, almost exactly at the same moment, both men buried their cocks in my wife, obviously filling up the cum reservoirs in their condoms, and bringing Teri to yet another passionate orgasm. I think everybody in the room held their breath as the three remained tightly connected to each other, rolling with the erotic pleasure of the moment.

As each of the three finally relaxed their bodies, the two men slowly disengaged from Teri. The guy fucking my wife slowly slid his three-quarter stiff cock out of her pussy, then placed it on top of her mound, sliding it up and down to milk every last drop of cum from his dick. Both men then stood and left the room, leaving the group of people still transfixed by my wife, as she lay in bondage before them.

Jay then stood up, and motioned for those in the audience to have their own turn with my wife. He made sure that each one used a condom and plenty of lube gel before allowing them to penetrate Teri's pussy. I couldn't believe this was happening. My own dick was throbbing as each new guy would line up and start pumping my wife.

One of the women in the group walked over to Teri's head, having already removed her pants and panties, and straddled my wife's face. I could see she was rubbing her pussy over Teri's lips, and was amazed to see my wife's tongue stick out from within the mask and start licking this girl's pussy. Up until now, my wife had never "been" a woman. The woman reached down and started playing with Teri's titties, pulling and twisting them, no doubt adding to my wife's pleasure. When the woman came, she ground her pussy into Teri's face, as her own body shuddered in ecstasy.

As far as I know, every guy in that room managed to get their turn with my wife. This done, Jay donned his own condom, and began lubing up. The girl who Teri had just eaten out returned to Teri's side and stepped over her. The woman straddled my wife and lowered her head to Teri's pussy. Using both her hands and her tongue, the woman began pleasuring my wife in the most gentlest of ways, causing Teri to moan with delight.

As this was happening, Jay stepped in between Teri's legs and began rubbing the head of his stiff dick over her exposed asshole. As I watched him poise to enter, Sarah stood up in front of me and dropped out of her own dress. After kicking off her panties, and rolling a condom over my dick, she straddled me, and guided my own erect cock into her awaiting pussy. As she ground her hips into mine, I looked over to see Jay push his cock deep inside my wife's asshole, and begin to stroke in and out of her.

I could see the woman on top of Teri sucking and pulling on her [Teri's] clit, as Jay continued to plow into my wife's asshole. Sarah busied herself with grinding on my cock as we listened to a near constant moan from Teri. Teri told me later that she had cum at least two more times when whoever it was, was fucking her in the ass.

Jay plunged into Teri one last time, blowing his wad in the process. Before he managed to extract his dick from Teri, I too shot off a load inside Sarah, as we [Sarah and I] both seemed to achieve a mutual orgasm.

During all this time, nobody ever uttered a word. Sarah and I both dressed, as Jay released the cuffs from around Teri's ankles, and allowed her feet to return to the floor. As Sarah and I left the house, along with all the other guests, the last thing I saw of Teri was her lying exhausted on the ottoman, completely spent. Jay was busying himself cutting away the plastic wrap, pausing a moment to wave to us as we departed.

The entire session had lasted a little more than three hours and I was home a good hour before Teri made it home. I pretended to be focused on the TV, as she walked into our family room. I asked her how it went, and she said she was too tired to talk, and just wanted to go to bed. The next day, Teri, though still exhausted, and according to her a little sore, briefed me on the entire evening's events. Even though I was there (something she does not know to this day), hearing her perspective of it all enabled me to relive the entire evening again.

We didn't have sex for about three days after that, but when we did, it was every bit as passionate as it has been twenty some odd years earlier. Looking back on the entire evening, it dawned on me that my brother had successfully cucked me, my wife, and his own wife to some degree. He never ceases to amaze me.

Teri went on her cruise, but I think she secretly hopes to reach another like agreement with Jay at some time in the near future. I am already scheming with him on just such an event.