BROTHER'S HOUSEHOLD CH. 02

"Next time I have to punish you," I said looking at the porcelain skin of her inner thighs, rubbing them with my fingers, "I'm going to spank you here. I bet they would look perfect with marks on them."

"Oh," she purred. "Please do, daddy!"

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After a bit I left her there in her bed, to do whatever it was that freshly fucked nineteen year olds do. Texting probably, I assumed. I had made her promise to keep us a secret, and I trusted her to. Still, I expected she would want to talk to someone about it. I did not care as long as she was discreet.

I showered then went to my room and lay on my bed. I had a book in my hands but I could not focus on the words, thinking about my situation.

In many ways I had something men could only dream about. Soph was amazing. Sexy, an amazing person, and one of the best fucks I had ever had. But married to my brother. Olivia was a hot fuck, and, I suspected, with the proper control, she would do whatever I wanted. Then there were Soph's friends who all seemed interested, and Soph had given me permission to sleep with them all.

Perfect, but balanced so precariously on a pin that it could all come tumbling down at any moment. It would be up to me to keep all of these spinning plates in the air. One wrong move by me and there would be instant disaster.

When I thought about it, I felt terrible about betraying my brother. I had nothing but respect for him. Considering it deeper, however, I could not help but think this was partly his own fault. It was him who was not satisfying his wife, diminishing her, making her nothing more than a trophy. lhe was the one who left her desperate for love and attention. He was the one who practically abandoned his daughter, creating obvious daddy issues there.

None of that excused my behavior, but this situation was one of his own making.

I would figure it out, I decided. Going with the flow, acting on instinct had gotten me this far. I would just have to keep going. Enjoy it all while it lasted and deal with the consequences when they finally caught up with me.

I was about to pick my book back up when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Abbi, Soph's friend I had fucked the night before before sleeping with Soph. So much in just a day, I thought. I opened my phone.

I need to fuck you again. When? it read.

I smiled. Typed my reply.

this weekend. Saturday. Let's have a date.

She responded with a smiling face and I put my phone down.

It was all going to be very complicated but I would not change a thing, I thought.There were times that week where my life felt incredibly surreal. I would be working at my computer, running code or answering work messages when my phone would buzz and my heart would begin to speed up with anticipation.

I would open it up and have no idea who the message would be from. Would it be from my sister in law, Soph? The second wife of my older brother? If it was, it would likely be a message telling me she missed me, missed me being inside of her and letting me know she would be waiting for me to fuck her as soon as I got off work.

Or it could be from my niece, Olive, short for Olivia, the sexy goth slut. The daughter of my brother's first wife. If it was, it was likely a photo or short video, of her naked, touching herself, offering herself to me.

Maybe it was from one of Soph's friends, Cort, Abbi, or Kay. All three had been sexting me since I had met them at the pool party. The party where I had been inside both Abbi and Kay. I had dates with two of them, Abbi and Kay that week, and Cort was asking when her turn would be.

I would respond to any of them, then go back to work as if I was living a normal life. Which I most definitely was not. I had somehow stumbled into the kind of life a horny guy would imagine for himself. It was not without complications but I was determined to ride it out. Enjoy it while I could.

It was shortly after noon on Wednesday when my phone buzzed. I glanced at it, wondering which one it would be. I doubted it would be Soph. We had gotten up early that morning, worked out together in the basement gym just outside of my bedroom/ office and then fucked in the shower. She had said that she would be busy all day out of the house.

Olive was a possibility. She was just 19 years old and it was likely she was just waking up. If so she might be begging me to fuck her during my lunch break, which was a very good idea. I started to get hard just thinking about it.

I picked up the phone and opened it and my eyes widened a bit. It was not from any of my women. It was from my older brother Eddie.

I swallowed. Thus far I had done a pretty good job of compartmentalising everything. I avoided thinking about how my brother had brought me into his home, given me a cheap place to stay and how I betrayed him by fucking not only his wife but his daughter as well. I was not proud of myself but I could not seem to stop, and while he was away on business I was able to ignore his existence. Soph and I were careful not to talk about him or the way we were both betraying him.

The message on my phone, however, was impossible to ignore.

Dan. How are you? I just landed. Be home in forty five minutes. You around? Let's have a chat.

My heart began to beat harder. What was this? I should have remembered that he was arriving today. It had not been a secret. I had just been ignoring the reality.

And chat? What did he mean by that? Did he know something? Had he found out? Was I truly and totally fucked? I had a brief image in my mind of the headlines the next day.

SUCCESSFUL LAWYER JAILED FOR MURDERING HIS BROTHER AND WIFE.LURID DETAILS INSIDE!!

I typed my response.

welcome home. I'll be at the house. See you then.

I leaned back in my seat. Worried. My phone buzzed again and I picked it up once more, to see his response. It was a message from Olive instead. A photo.

I opened it and it was a selfie. She was naked in her bed, sheets covering most of her body, part of one of her large pale breasts uncovered to just the edge of the areola. Her arm was outstretched holding the phone above her.

She was not wearing her full beat of goth makeup, but she still looked lovely, her lips plump, her face oval, her green eyes sparkling. Her hair, dyed black with emerald streaks, was mussed. I read the words that accompanied the photo.

- so, you going to come up and fuck me or what Uncle Dan?

I sighed and looked at my watch. Forty minutes before Eddie was due to arrive. I took a deep breath in. If my brother was going to murder me I figured I should at least have one bit of fun before he did.

Olive's door was closed but unlocked and I pushed it open and stepped inside, closing it after myself. Olive was laying on her back, her phone in her hand. She looked over at me and smiled, dropping the phone beside her and turning onto her side.

"That was quick," she said with a light chuckle. "Usually you pretend that you don't want to fuck me. Not that I'm complaining."

She took the sheet and threw it to the side, uncovering her young body. She was short, 5'3, but amazingly proportioned with large breasts with pale pink nipples, wide hips. She had a small belly but it looked good on her. She looked soft and oh-so-fuckable.

I unbuckled my belt and reached into my jeans, fishing out my already hard cock. It was thick and filled my hand, 7.5 inches and uncut. A heavy vein ran along the top.

"Your dad is going to be here soon," I said as I approached the bed. "We are going to have to be quick."

Olive giggled.

"Oh?" She asked. "And my uncle is going to fuck me right before he gets here? What a naughty uncle."

"Shut up," I said, reaching the edge of the bed. "Hands and knees. Come here. Crawl."

I had discovered quickly that what Olive wanted from me was dominance. She loved it when I corrected her, spanked her, when I used her like a slut. I was happy to indulge her.

She did as she was told, going on hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, her breasts hanging heavy below her, swinging delectably.

When she reached the edge of the bed she looked up at me, her green eyes filled with lust and need. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair in my fist and pulled up, making her arch her back. She moaned.

My other hand gripped the shaft of my cock and I swung my rod and slapped it lightly against her cheek. Then the other cheek.

"Do you want to suck this cock?" I asked. "Do you want your uncle to fuck you?"

"Yes," she said, already breathing heavier. Already licking her lips.

"Then beg for it, slut. Beg for your uncle's cock."

"Please," she said in a pleading voice. "Please fuck me. Please use your slut. Please fuck me, daddy. Fuck my face, fuck my slut cunt. Fuck me!"

My fist gripped the hair at the back of her head and I shoved my cock into her open mouth with the other, driving myself deep, hitting her throat. She gagged a bit around the sudden intrusion, but did not pull back. We had been practising.

I fucked her throat roughly, thrusting hard, pulling her forward with her hair. Every few thrusts I'd drive deep and hold her there, as deep as I could get, cutting off her air. Her hands were on my hips, but like the good little slut she was she never tapped for relief.

Finally I pulled out and looked down at her, my spit covered cock, laying against her cheek. She looked back, meeting my stare, eyes red from watering, tears on her cheeks, spit dripping off of her chin.

I shoved her back and she gave room, allowing me onto the bed. I roughly grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her stomach, and she yelped then giggled as she was manhandled.

I moved to kneel between her spread thighs and put my hands on each globe of her pale round ass, pushing them apart, seeing the star of her asshole and, below that, the already glistening wet, shaved pussy with the puffy pink lips.

I gripped my slick cock and pressed the head between the pussy lips, rubbing. Olive moaned and tried to back into me, attempting to get me inside her.

"Again," I said. "Beg me again."

"Fuuuuuck," she moaned. "Fuck daddy! Please! Just put it in. Please fuck me!"

I grunted and shoved forward, slamming into her as she shouted. I was very glad that Soph was not home. There was no way anyone in the house could miss this noise.

I pulled back, pulling her hips, making her go on all fours once more and began to fuck her hard, our bodies slapping together, my balls swinging into her.

I reached under her and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, making her moan, while I grunted with each thrust. It was fast, and only a few minutes before I could feel her thighs begin to quake. She came, groaning under me as I relentlessly took her.

I was quickly meeting her in climax, my balls tightening then releasing into her, throbbing as I arched my back to cum deep inside her.

I was breathing heavily and took a few moments, still deep inside her to recover. I could feel the muscles of her young cunt flexing around me, as if milking every drop. Finally I stepped back and let myself slip out of her. She sagged to the bed, laying on her stomach, and moaned happily.

"Thank you daddy," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "Thank you for fucking your slut."

I slapped her ass hard, making her yelp then giggle.

"Your dad will be here soon," I said. "You know that you need to be careful around him, yeah?"

"I will," she promised.

I turned and went down to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee.

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I was clearing emails out of my work account on my phone when Eddie arrived. I looked up to see him barge into his house. He had a roller suitcase and a suit hanger over his shoulder. He tossed both aside, forgetting them. I guessed he assumed that Soph would take care of those for him.

"Hey," he called out. "Danny! How are you doing?" He strode into the kitchen and extended his hand which I took then we had one of those 'bro' hugs where we tapped one shoulder together.

"I'm good, Eddie," I said. "How was the trip?"

"Ah," he said, sitting down at the counter. "Work. You know. You spend most of your time in conference rooms and hotels. But it was fine. How's your new job?"

I looked Eddie over once more, struck by how similar we looked but also very different. He was bigger than me, and broader, but had gotten soft with an ample layer of fat. If I let myself go, I supposed, I might look a lot like him. His polo shirt was stretched across his belly, but his arms were still big.

"It's ok," I said. "The work isn't much different than I was doing before, just a new company. But I'm settling in."

"And how's the family. They treating you ok?"

I thought briefly about how I'd been fucking both Soph, my sister in law and Olivia, my niece, and suppressed a laugh.

"Yeah," I said. "They have made me feel welcome."

"Really," he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Soph, sure. That's her nature. But Olive? I know that she can be a bit of... a handful."

I pushed away a mental image of my hand on Olive's breast, the pale skin spilling around the sides.

"She's just a kid," I said. "I get that they go through stuff at that age."

As if our discussing her summoned her, Olive came down the stairs just then. She was wearing black leggings and a bulky sweatshirt over it. Her makeup was not done, but she looked very pretty.

"Dad," she said, walking into the kitchen. "You are home." Her voice was not exactly annoyed but it really did lack enthusiasm. I suspected that she resented another obstacle to our fucking.

"I am," he said and stood, opening his arms. "Come on and give your dad a hug."

She sighed theatrically but did as he asked and hugged him. His back was to me and she looked at me over my brother's shoulder. She gave me a sneaky grin and licked her lips.

She broke the hug quickly and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the far end of the counter, taking out her phone, immediately texting.

Eddie shrugged and chuckled, sitting back down.

"Well there you go," he said to me, speaking as if she was not there anymore. "That's about all the affection a dad can get these days."

Well, I thought, you get a bit more if you are a daddy, but I, obviously, said nothing.

My phone chimed letting me know I had a message. I opened it up. It was from Olive.

- How does it feel, talking to my dad, knowing that I'm leaking your cum out of my pussy?

I closed the message app without replying but shook my head slightly, indicating: No.

Eddie raised his eyebrow at me.

"Just work," I lied. " Someone is doing something they shouldn't. I'll deal with it later."

I heard Olive chuckle but looking at her it seemed as if she was responding to something on her phone.

Eddie and I chatted a bit about his work, and a restaurant that he had visited, when after twenty minutes or so the door opened again and Soph came in.

She looked amazing, as always, her blond hair casually pulled back in a ponytail, light makeup on her face, accentuates natural beauty. She was wearing a loose white top and black leggings. She saw me and smiled, then noticed her husband sitting with me.

She did her best to keep her face steady, maintaining the smile, but I saw it change, become more brittle.

"Eddie," she said after a pause so brief that I doubted anyone besides myself noticed. "You're home. Welcome back! How was your trip!"

Eddie stood and she crossed the room and hugged him, receiving a brief peck of a kiss on her lips. Completely irrationally I felt a pang of resentment towards my half brother, a stab of jealousy that lanced into my guts.

I had no right, I knew. Soph did not belong to anyone but, if she did, it was not to me. Eddie had more right to kiss those lips than I did. That did not stop the acrid churn in my belly.

Soph joined us in the kitchen and I took a backseat to the conversation as they caught up, Soph letting him know what she had been up to while he was gone. She obviously left out all the fucking we had been doing.

My phone buzzed again with a message and I carefully checked, in case it was another risky message from Olive. It was not.

- Can't wait for tonight! See you at like 8:30? He will be gone by then.

It was from Kay, one of Soph's friends. The pool party on Saturday had been to celebrate her engagement to some guy but that had not stopped us from playing around. I had been inside her two times but we had been interrupted by her having to leave before I could finish. She had invited me over that night because her fiancé was supposed to be out of the house to play poker.

It was still kind of surreal to me that Soph had been ok with this. She said that as long as I still fucked her that she did not care which of her friends I fucked. I actually believed her.

I glanced at her step-daughter, Olive and grimaced slightly. I had some doubts that Soph's okness with me fucking other women might not include her step daughter. I still had to be careful.

- see you then, I typed back and sent it.

"Soph told me you are a good cook," Eddie said to me, catching my attention again. "You going to make supper for us tonight?"

I shook my head.

"Next time," I said. "I have a date tonight."

Eddie grinned at me, an attempt at wolfish, dude comradery.

"Nice," he said. "Anyone I know?"

I glanced at Soph who almost imperceptibly shook her head behind his back. She didn't want him to know it was Kay.

"I doubt it," I said. "Some girl from the gym."

I noticed Olive frown at that. I had never promise that I was not going to fuck only her, but I did not like the look of jealousy on her face. I thought that another session of some light discipline might be in order for her. Not that I expected her to complain about that. She really did enjoy her spankings.

"Ah, to be young and free," Eddie said with a laugh. "I envy you!"

Soph raised her eyes in mock disapproval giving Eddie an overly dramatic angry look.

"But even better to be happily married to the best woman, of course," he said laughing and raising his hands. "You have your fun, Dan. Maybe one day you will meet someone like Soph."

I had to suppress a smug smile. Some day indeed.

"Well," I said. "I have to get back to work. Good to see you Eddie."

I stood and headed down to my room to put in some hours at my job.

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I finished my day some time after six and did a quick work out in the basement gym then had a shower. I chose an outfit for the night, a simple pair of faded blue jeans and an oxford button up shirt in white.

I headed upstairs and saw Eddie sitting in the livingroom, his laptop open obviously hosting a work meeting. He did not seem happy. He glanced up at me and waved me over, muting himself and the computer.

"Danny," he said, "could you do me a favour? I left the fucking projections I need on my desk and need them for these assholes." He gestured to the floating faces on the screen. "Can you run to my office and grab them for me. They are in the top drawer. Thanks, buddy."

I nodded, happy to help out, while he went back to scowling and snarling at the people on his screen. I went into the office and looked around. Eddie's office was like a simulacrum of a man's man office. Every generic idea of an important man's space was there, from unread leather bound books on shelves, to an overstuffed leather armchair that looked like it had never been sat in, to the emerald green glass lamp on the edge of the wide wooden desk.

I went to the desk and opened the top drawer seeing a sheath of papers bound with a clip. They looked like projections to my untrained eye so I grabbed them. There was a document underneath them and I saw the title across the front page was "Prenuptial Agreement".

Hmmm, I thought. This must be the one that he and Soph signed when they got married. It was none of my business. I was going to turn and walk away but... I couldn't help myself. I was curious. I had no idea what a prenup looked like. I had never been married and was not rich enough to need one of these, even if I had been. I paused.

Fuck it, I thought. I'll just be nosy.

I didn't have time to sit and go through it then so I took photos of the pages to read over later. It was a betrayal of privacy, I knew, but... it was far from the worst betrayal I was perpetrating in this household so I just went with my instincts. Then I left the room to deliver the document Eddie had asked for.

I dropped the projections on the couch beside him and he nodded his thanks, not stopping his conversation with his colleagues. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and maybe a snack before going over to Kay's.

After a few moments, Soph came in and smiled at me, glancing into the livingroom, confirming that we were out of Eddie's eyeline. She crossed over to me, wrapping her arms around me, and kissing me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

This was dangerous, I knew, but at that moment, as my hand slid up her side to cup her breast, I did not care. I was already getting hard for her and, as the kiss went on Soph's breathing became heavier, a sure sign of her arousal.

Finally she broke the kiss and stepped away from me, looking down the hall again to make sure we were safe.

"Hey you," I said with a smile. "Welcome back."

She smiled.

"Thank you," she said. "I missed you when I was out. I always miss you." Her hand reached out and squeezed my cock where it bulged in my jeans. "Parts of you more than others, honestly," she said with a chuckle.

"Every part of me misses you," I said as she fondled me.

"I guess I should be careful not to take it too far," Soph said, releasing my cock with a look of disappointment. "Kay would murder me if I used you up before she got a chance."

"You don't need to worry about that," I laughed. "I don't know what it is, maybe something in the water here, but I'm always ready to go." I pause before giving voice to the elephant in the room. The elephant named Eddie. "I guess there is another, bigger reason to be careful."

Soph sighed and leaned back on the counter, facing me.

"Yeah," she said. "When he was away it was... I could forget that I was even married. Him coming home... I guess it changes things.""Regrets?" I ask. "Do we need to stop? Or put this on hold while he is home?" I did not like the idea but I also had no intention of ruining her life.

"No!" she said vehemently. "No. I don't think I could handle that. We just need to be very careful. Eddie leaves again next week anyway. On Monday, I think."

"Ok," I said. "We will be careful. I wont risk this. I promise."

"Good. Anyway, you should be getting going. Kay has been texting me all day. She is very excited about tonight. Give her a good time, Dan."

"I'll do my best," I say.

"Then she will have an excellent time," Soph said with a smile. "I know from experience."

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Kay had asked me to park a couple blocks away, not wanting any of her nosy neighbours to see a strange car in the driveway, so I pulled my jeep over and walked to her house. After stepping to the door and pressing the doorbell I glanced over and saw a car in the driveway I realised I did not know what her fiancee or her drove. It could easily be his.

I was frantically trying to come up with some reason I would be there if some dude opened the door, but I was in luck. It was a beautiful woman.

Kay was, at 5'5, shorter than me. Her long dark hair was loose around her shoulders, the thick curls framing a pretty face with plump cheeks. She was wearing a full face of makeup, but not too heavily done up, her plump lips a bright red. She smiled at me and her cheeks dimpled. She was wearing a simple red dress that came to just above her knees. The bodice was tight, showing off the curve of her waist, while pushing her large breasts together. It was cut to show off deep cleavage. Below the red skirt she had on knee high black stockings.

"Hi Kay," I said, smiling. She grinned back at me, grabbing the front of my shirt in her hand and pulling me into the house.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face down to hers, our lips meeting, Her tongue was already pushing into my mouth, seeking my own. I kicked the door behind me, swinging it shut.

I put my hands on her hips and slid them up her sides, over her breasts, to cup her cheeks, returning her kiss. After a bit we broke apart and she looked up at me.

"Hello, Dan," she said. "Welcome to my house. Come in."

It was a small house, especially when I compared it to my brother's, but it was cozy. From the foyer I could see a living room focused around the TV, and in the other direction an open door through which I could see a kitchen with a dining table. Kay had food out already, with an open bottle of red wine and two glasses set out. There was a set of stairs that led up to the bedrooms, I assumed.

"Nice place," I said..

"Thanks," Kay said. "It's small. Only two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs but it's mine. Jim moved in with me last year. I guess when we get married we will sell this and move to a bigger place."

She walked into the kitchen and gestured to the table.

"Have a seat," she said. "I didn't go overboard but I made some food."

I sat and sipped my glass of wine. I was far from an expert but it seemed good.

"So, supper," I said, teasing her. "Not just straight to bed?"

Shay laughed as she brought a couple of dishes, one with some cooked green beans and the other with thin steaks.

"Hey, what do you think? I'm some kind of slut?"

"You aren't?"

"Of course I am," she said. "But I'm not an animal! Have some food!"

Kay was a good cook. She told me she had worked in kitchens while she went to college. It showed.

I had not had too much of a chance to chat with her during the pool party we had met. Most of our time together had involved me inside her, though the sex had been interrupted twice. It turned out, thankfully, that I enjoyed hanging out with her.

She was funny and clever. She told me about her work as a material manager for a fashion brand. It did not sound like the most exciting job but she liked her co-workers and the free clothing. The dress she was wearing had been one of the perks.

The conversation was easy and flowed well. It felt more like a first date than a straight hookup, which I enjoyed. While I would have happily just fucked her, I liked having more of a connection.

Once we were done eating I leaned back, my third glass of wine in my hand. She moved to sit beside me, and kissed me again, this time running her hand up the inside of my thigh from my knee to my crotch. My cock responded immediately, swelling, filling her grip on the outside of my pants.

"I've been thinking about this since the weekend," she said, breaking the kiss. She began to rub me through my pants, and my hand moved to her thigh, running my fingers lightly over the soft skin there.

"I've been thinking about you too," I said, being perfectly honest. I might have been fucking Soph and Olive, but I had not forgotten Kay.

"Good," she said. "So, Dan. Are you sure you are ok with this? Fucking a woman with a fiancée? Fucking her in the house they share?"

"You know what," I said, pushing my hand higher up, under her skirt, finding fine lace under my fingers. I pressed against her sex and she moaned quietly. "I really am. And you? Are you ok with being fucked by a man who is not your fiancée?"

"Fuck yes," she said, her voice thick with lust.

Kay pushed on my shoulder and I obliged, sliding my chair back from the table. She moved to the floor, kneeling on her stockinged knees, and gripped my belt, beginning to undo it. Her eyes were locked on the bulge in my pants, my cock straining to be released. She popped the button, then gripped the zipper and tugged. I sprang free, my cock bouncing in front of her face.

Kay smiled, a grin of satisfaction as she saw my 7.5 inch length, the swollen purple head half sheathed by my foreskin and the thick vein that runs up the top of the shaft. She reached up and gripped the shaft, and lay the length alongside her cheek.

"This looks so tasty," she said looking up into my eyes.

"So taste it," I said, returning her smile.

Kay took a breath and opened her mouth, aiming the head of my cock and sucking me in. She made a mmmmph sound of satisfaction as her lips wrapped around my shaft. My hands curled into fists as her cheeks caved in. She took about half my length into her mouth before drawing back, gripping the shaft with her hand, then plunging down again, this time not stopping until her nose was against my stomach and my cock was lodged in her throat.

She held me there, eyes watering, her eye makeup smudging and two tears dripping down her face. I could feel her throat work around my cock, and it felt like she was trying to milk it. My hand went to her dark hair and I worked my fingers into it, cupping the side of her head.

I did not need to encourage Kay, pull on her head, she was already taking me deep with each downstroke of her head, drawing back, sucking. One hand gripping the base of my cock, the other one between her legs, rubbing herself as she sucked.

I reached behind her, leaning over her head as she worked, and found the zipper of her dress, grasping it and pushing it down.This loosened her dress and Allowed me to push the bodice down, revealing her lovely breasts.

They were around the size of Soph's, smaller than Olive's. The skin was smooth, a few shades darker thank my hand where I now cupped them. My fingers found her nipples, dark and very hard. I rolled one, then the other between my fingers and thumb and she groaned around my cock.

Kay was a good cock sucker and I could have happily sat there and let her suck me to completion, cumming in her mouth. It would not have taken much longer. I could feel my cock swelling, a tingle deep at its base.

I cupped her cheeks and pulled. Kay moved with my hands and my cock popped free of her mouth with an audible sound. A string of saliva mixed with precum connected the head of my cock to her lips for a moment before it broke, dripping down her chin.

"You look very pretty with a cock in your mouth," I said with a smile. She grinned in response.

"You should see me with one in my pussy," she said with a grin. "In fact, I think you should see that right fucking now."

Kay rocked back on her heels and then stood. Her bare breasts swayed, her bodice hanging loose and open. She reached up under her skirt and then shimmied, her black lace panties falling to the floor at her feet.

She grabbed my hand and pulled, leading me towards the living room I had crossed through earlier on my way to the kitchen. She stopped beside the couch.

"Get naked," she said. "And sit down."

I raised my eyebrows at the sound of command in her voice but I was happy enough to comply. I liked a woman who knew what she wanted. It was actually kind of a nice change of pace from fucking Olive where she needed me to be always in control.

I gripped my jeans, and shoved them to fall down around my ankles. My cock was still slick with Kay's spit and it bounced. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor, now completely naked. I sat down on the couch.

Kay moved forward climbing to kneel on the couch above me, her legs on either side of my thighs. She reached down and gripped my cock and positioned it against her sex.

I could feel the heat of it on my cock, the wetness as the lips of her pussy parted for me. She moaned, happily and began to lower herself, engulfing me.

I groaned, as I sank into her, her pussy gripping me tight, but wet and ready to be taken. She gasped as her ass settled down onto my thighs, my cock fully sheathed in her. I put my hand up into her thick hair and made a fist, tilting her head back and kissed her again.

Kay began to ride me, slowly at first, lifting herself then lowering, seeming to savour the feeling of my cock inside of her. Her hard nipples ran up and down my chest, nubs that teased my own skin.

She could not maintain the slow pace, speeding her movements. I had my hands on her hips and I thrust up into her, meeting her as she drove down, taking my cock. With each thrust she cried out, her voice husky with lust. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled back. I could feel her wetness dripping down my balls, onto the cushions below. Some part of my mind registred that she should make sure to clean that up, but the need and the passion of our fucking prevented me from focusing on it.

I could sense her getting close. Feel her heart pounding in her throat when I gripped her there. Hear the hitch of her breathing as she chased her climax. Her cunt squeezed my cock, as if it was trying to milk my member, as if her body was demanding my cum.

I knew that I could either let myself go and cum with her, or hold back, take a breath once she came, and start again. Prolonging my own orgasm. That was my last thought before headlights ran over the living room windows and a car drove into her driveway and turned off.

"Fuck," I said, suddenly full of adrenaline. "Kay. Kay!"

She wasn't hearing me, or noticing anything other than my body inside her. Her pleasure about to mount.

"God damn it, Kay," I hissed. "Someone is here!"

She stopped then, sitting in my lap, my cock deep inside her. She looked over her shoulder towards the front door. We sat there like deer on the highway, frozen by headlights, watching an eighteen wheeler bearing down on us.

The metallic sound of a key scraping across a keyhole seemed as loud as an air raid klaxon. The muffled, 'fuck' outside the door as someone struggled to open it made my stomach drop.

"Fuck," Kate hissed. "What the fuck is he doing home. Its too early!"

She pulled herself off of me, my still hard cock smacking into my stomach, smearing her juices across my skin.

"Fuck," she said, "get out of here. Into the kitchen!"

"My clothes," I whispered, but she yanked me to my feet and pushed me.

"No time," she said, and she was right. The key had found the keyhole and the door was opening. I scrambled into the kitchen, naked as the day I was born and could see, when I glanced back that she was kicking my pants and shirt under the couch while at the same time, shoving her tits back into her dress. There was no time for her to do anything about her slightly smeared lipstick and the muss of her hair.

I let the kitchen door swing shut behind me and looked around. There was no place to hide in here. There was a back door, but what good did that do me? I had no clothes. My shoes were by the front door... fuck! My shoes were by the front door! I couldn't even make a naked run for my jeep. My keys were in my jeans.

I moved closer to the door so I could hear what was going on in there.

"Hey babe," I heard Kay say. "You are home early."

The response was slurred. It was clear, even through a hollow core kitchen door, that her fiance was very, very drunk. I heard him stumble and smack into something.

"Got cleaned out early," he mumbled. "Had some drinks then was mad at m'self an' came home."

"You drove drunk?" Kay asked, scandalised. Even with our indiscretion, driving drunk was a stupid risk of not only himself, but anyone on the road.

"Fuck. Yeah. Sorry."

I could hear him stumble and the sound of a heavy body landing on the couch.

"But we can hang out now," He said. "C'mere and gimmie a kiss."

"You are drunk," she said severely. "Lets go upstairs before you puke on the floor."

"Nah," he said, belligerent. "Imma not gonna puke... I'm fine."

He droned on a bit about how he lost $300 and he was mad about it. I could hear Kay try to get him to go upstairs but he refused. I wished he would shut up and go up. It was a bit cold in the kitchen and I really just wanted to get my clothes and run.

Even though it was probably only twenty minutes, it felt like hours I had to stand there. Embarrassed and worried. Not so much for myself. I was not afraid of her fiance. I just did not want her to have problems on my account. Eventually, his voice started to trail off and I could hear the sounds of drunken stores as he began to doze on the couch. Another five minutes or so and Kay came into the kitchen.

She gave me a look that was a mix of embarrassment and disappointment.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered her voice not much louder than the movements of her lips. "I had no idea. He's asleep now. I think I can sneak you out."

"My clothes," I hissed, seeing her hand's empty.

"Fuck," she said, "out there. C'mon."

She pushed back into the living room and I followed, walking on tip toes. Its strange what you think about when you feel like you are in a moment of crisis. I realised I was still wearing socks. I must look so ridiculous, I thought. Socks on, naked, cock out, tiptoeing through someone else's house.

The fiance was on the couch, but did not seem to stir at all. His breathing was deep and slow, with a slight drunken snore. I looked at him for the first time. He had sandy blond hair, clean shaven, a good jaw. He was a good looking guy. I knew it was impossible to tell at this point, but I was willing to bet he was a nice guy. Someone who had been destined from birth to be a decent man, to get married and be a pretty good dad one day. I felt a pang of guilt for fucking his woman. Which led to worse ones for fucking my brother's wife and daughter. This man might be a good guy but it was becoming clearer that I probably was not.

I walked behind the couch and Kay hurriedly scooped up my jeans and shirt from under it, coming around and shoving them into my hands. I pulled the shirt on, leaving it open and unbuttoned. I stepped into my jeans and pulled them up. Kay stood in front of me, looking sad and frustrated.

I mouthed the words, 'goodbye, I'll text you', miming texting on an imaginary phone and she nodded. I was about to turn and grab my shoes from by the door... fuck! They were right there. Thank god he was too drunk to notice another man's shoes in his doorway!

Kay suddenly grabbed my open shirt, hands strong fists and pulled me to her, head tilted up. Instinctually I kissed her. It was passionate, our tongues found each other and danced. There was a part of my mind that screamed at me. Told me to stop. To run. To leave while I still could.

But...

Neither Kay or I had finished earlier. Interrupted again, just like every time we tried to fuck. We had been thinking and talking about this night for a week. It had built. We wanted this. We needed this.

Amazingly, standing there just a couple of feet away from her sleeping fiance, kissing Kay, knowing that at any moment he could wake and bring everything crashing down, I grew hard again, my cock pushing its way out of the undone fly of my jeans.

My hands slid up Kay's dress, from her hips, over her breasts, to cup her head as we kissed. My fingers dug into her hair. Her hands pushed into my shirt and slid across my chest, down my stomach and gripped my now fully hard cock. She whimpered into my mouth.

Fuck it, I thought. Or was I thinking? It was more being compelled by instinct. I needed to be inside her. I needed to fuck her. I broke the kiss and grabbed her shoulders, turning her away from me. Pressing the front of her hips and lower stomach against the back of the couch her fiance slept on.

Kay made a small cry but it was quiet and her partner did not stir. She did not try to stop me, in fact she spread her legs, planting her feet, placing her hands on the back of the couch. I pushed my jeans down my legs, freeing my hard cock and gripped myself in my fist.

I gripped the hem of her dress and shoved it up, revealing the smooth skin of her round ass. I grabbed each globe and dug my fingers in, the flesh dimpling under them. I pulled apart and spread, revealing the star of her asshole, her sex glistening in the dim light, showing me she was ready for me.

I moved my hips forward and guided my cock to her cunt. I could feel the heat of her on the purple tip, protruding from my foreskin. Kay whimpered as she felt me prod between the lips of her pussy. Then groaned as I dipped my hips, pressed against her entrance, then straightened my legs, pushing up into her.

My hand came up to her neck, gripped her chin, pulled her face back to kiss me as I began to fuck her against the couch. I pulled back slow, then slammed my hips into her, making her ass jiggle with the impact. Then again. And again.

Each thrust made her gasp, cry out a bit. I covered her mouth with the palm of my hand, stifling the noises. I glanced at the fiance and saw that he was deep asleep. The drink kept him under while I took his woman a couple feet away from him.

It does not speak highly of me as a person, but I felt a rush of power and accomplishment then. Like a champion. Like a man taking what he wanted from someone who could not keep it.

Kay, for her part seemed lost to the experience. If she registered her partner on the couch, she did not show it. She shoved her ass back to meet my every thrust. I could feel her cunt gripping me. Her breathing was heavy against the palm of my hand. I could feel her building quickly to a climax.

My free hand circled to the front and pressed against her clit, rubbing. She moaned and shuddered. Suddenly bucking against me, legs shaking as she crested her climax. I clamped my hand over her mouth, barely covering her sounds.

Her cunt spasmed around my cock, the muscles there seeming to try and milk me, her body desperate for my cum. I slammed deep as she came, holding her in place as her body shook. The moment she seemed to be coming down from the orgasmic high I began slamming into her again, heedless of safety and the man on the couch.

Within moments I was there. On the precipice. I shoved deep again, my back arched as I came, spraying gout after gout of cum deep into her, groaning. I shuddered and stroked several more times, prolonging the feeling, smaller and smaller aftershocks of my orgasm as I came back to myself, cock still twitching the last of my cum out into her.We both stood there for a few moments, me still buried in her, catching out breaths. Coming back to ourselves.

He groaned on the couch and moved and we both froze, holding our breaths, but he only flopped from his sitting position to his side as he slipped deeper into his drunken slumber.

Finally I pulled out of Kay, turned her to face me and kissed her again. Faster this time, with tenderness but less passion. She returned it, then I pulled up my jeans an grabbed my shoes and slunk out of the house.

When I got to the car my phone dinged. It was a message from Kay.

- Thank you. That was crazy. And amazing.

I smiled. That was a good description. I typed a quick reply.

- No. Thank YOU!! Next time a bit less drama?

- You better believe there will be a next time, she typed back.

Then she sent a short video. It was of her on what looked like her bed. Alone. She was naked and her legs were spread. I could see streaks of my cum on her pussy, some just leaking out of her. She was rubbing herself, smearing my juices in with hers. She pushed her fingers into herself and the video ended.

- God damn, I typed. - Wish I was still there. Have fun.

She didn't reply again that night. Presumably she was busy.

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It was late when I got home. The lights in the house were off. I guessed everyone was asleep. I hadn't event gotten a text from Olive, though usually she sent me one at night. I wondered if she was upset I had gone on a date. Probably. I would deal with that tomorrow.

I went down to my bedroom in the basement but was still too wired to sleep. I pulled out my phone and remembered the pre-nup document I had taken photos of before. Curiosity overtook me and I started to read.

It was a complicated document with a lot of legal jargon but after a while I felt like I understood it. It was pretty straight forward. It protected my brother's money in the case of divorce. Which was fair, I thought, but digging deeper I found a few things that made me pause.

Soph and Eddie had been married for about four years at that point, and according to the pre-nup that meant they had passed the point where if they split up she would get half of everything they owned. That was a good way of taking care of Soph, but would be quite a blow to Eddie.

There was this one clause, however. It said that if Soph was unfaithful at any point of the marriage she would get nothing. There did not seem to be a similar one for him, which did not seem fair.

It also made what we were doing incredibly risky for her. I was not only putting her marriage at risk. It was her whole life. I sat back and thought about that. I looked around the room I was sitting in. In my brother's house. Taking advantage of him in the worst way. I felt like a terrible brother. A terrible person.

Something caught my eye. There was a small shelf above my desk where I had put some manuals for the programs I used. Paper manuals were pretty redundant in the digital age, but occasionally it was nice to look something up in them, and make notes in the margins about things I wanted to remember. But there was a small glint between two of the binders that seemed out of place.

I stood and walked towards it, and realised that there was a very small camera placed there, aimed at my bed. I knew it had not been there earlier that day, because I had used one of the manuals before quitting work that day.

I abruptly changed direction and sat at my desk, suddenly not wanting whoever was on the other side of that camera to know that I had discovered it. Who was spying on me? Why?

Could my brother have suspicions? Could he be trying to prove something? Use it against me and his wife? Why not confront us?

My mind whirled with questions. Where else were there cameras? Had he already seen anything? I took a deep breath and decided that I would get to the bottom of it the next day.

I went and laid down in the bed, uncomfortably knowing that there was someone who could be watching me sleep. I had no idea what I would do, but knew that it had to be something.