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 I had immediately recognized the envelope to be of the type used for wedding
invitations. Out of curiosity, I opened that particular letter of my mail first. Needless to
say, the names of the couple etched on the ornate invitation took me by surprise. It was
my brother. It was my brother's girlfriend, Beth.
It was the girl I fucked the night they met.
Spring break of the year before had turned out to be everything I hoped. Aside
from getting drunk out of my mind every single night, I had hooked up with a chick three
out of the five nights I had been there. Oh, they weren't anything special, just horny girls
desperate to feel like they were fitting in and having a good time, but, a pussy is a pussy.
I was having the time of my life, staying with my older brother who happened to already
be established in the world and owned a house on the beach. I didn't think things could
get any better. Then, on the last night, I met Beth.
She was an exquisite beauty in a sea of gorgeous women. Blonde, beautifully
sculpted, and with piercing blue eyes, she caught my attention and admiration in a split
second. She didn't take much of an interest in me at first, not until she learned where I
was staying.
I decided to use my brother's wealth too my advantage: I neglected to tell her that
the house wasn't mine.
I had to fight off nearly every other guy in the house, and the specter of a
boyfriend she had back in Chicago. But, I kept feeding her drinks and flashing the wealth
my eight-years-older brother had accumulated. Charles had done little for me in my life, I
felt he owed me something. He had always been a success. He had always been popular,
handsome, the first-born. I had no regrets about using his accomplishments to my own
ends. No qualms about misrepresenting myself to seduce the incredible Beth.
After a number of drinks, Beth was ill equipped to withstand my advances. I
coaxed her into my room, where I shut off the lights and then proceeded to remove her
shirt and bathing suit. I rammed my cock into her incredible cunt to her cries of "Oh,
God, it's so big!. After I came in her, I kept her in the room, feeling her up for ten
minutes, until my cock grew hard once again. She had fallen asleep, but my cock pushing
into her ass woke her once again.
The funny thing was, I was too drunk to full appreciate the experience myself. I
remember fucking her only vaguely. I remember how sweet she smelled, and how
warmth and smooth her naked flesh felt against me, but, I remember little else aside from
that. After fucking her ass, I passed out on the bed. Beth gathered herself together. I was
conscious enough to hear her mumble something about feeling guilty, about betraying her
boyfriend. She blamed me for taking advantage of her, despite the fact she enjoyed the
moment between us. She fled my room, and I collapsed into sleep.
Beth escaped my room and rejoined the party. That's when she met Charles, my
brother. That's when he wooed her with her "charms." He had everything to offer her:
looks, money, the maturity of an older man. Beth forgot all about me now that she was
intoxicated both by liquor and Charles. Beth was at his side from that night on, refusing
to acknowledge me and the moment we shared. Charles sensed the tension between us,
and knew that I had plundered his new love. But it didn't matter, he fell for her anyway,
and she for him. I was gone a day later, never expecting anything to last between them.
But last it dd. And a year later I received the invitation to their wedding, to be
held at Charles's 'real' home: his near-mansion on a nice, thirty acre-estate. I suppose he
felt I should be there, or else he'd have to explain to the family. I figured what-the-hell? I
had nothing else of interest going on.
I arrived in mid-day. A limo had been at the airport to pick me up, and delivered
me to Beth's and Charles's door in complete luxury. A sign was on the door stating the
family was in back, so I left my luggage on the porch and went to find them.
Indeed, their house was tremendous. Aside for being huge, It was beautifully
constructed and surrounded by impeccable landscaping. As I walked to the back, the
image of a shimmering pool, complete with it's own, separate house came into view.
Family members were either stretched out on lounge chairs or splashing around in the
oversized pool. I saw Charles, and contemplated approaching him, but he looked away
shortly after meeting my eyes with his own. He had no interest in speaking to me, so I
didn't push the issue.
As for Beth, I didn't see her until nearly an hour after my arrival. She strode out
of the house, evidently from the kitchen, and placed several trays of appetizers on the
scattered tables. My heart jumped at the sight of her. I had forgotten just how beautiful
she actually was. She was wearing a shiny blue, button-down top and a pair of tight,
white spandex shorts that hugged her body and indicated the shape of her private areas. I
could see panty lines through the shorts with a little effort, and felt my cock swell at the
remembrance of fucking such a pure body.
Beth didn't even look at me. Her determination not to gaze upon me only
convinced me that she actually knew I was there. As I watched Beth throughout the day, I
began to think about the sex we shared. I began to feel sad. Not because I had ravaged
her, but because I hadn't done so properly. I didn't even get to see her naked! I felt her
nipples in my hands and in my mouth, but I hadn't seen them in the darkness. I had
fingered her clit, but I hadn't gazed upon it's feminine beauty. The desire for these things
started to swell within me. I hadn't thought much of Beth as a person when I first met
her, but seeing her again was captivating me as I saw her as a sexual experience. After
she finished bringing out the food, I watched my brother's wife head to the pool house,
watching her jiggling ass each step of the way. Her body was tanned, her brownish flesh
mixing perfectly with her cascading blonde hair. Her thighs were smooth and taut. Her
breasts strained against the shiny blue blouse, compelling me to fantasize about setting
them free. I pictured her in my mind, laying alone on a lounge chair, her shorts wet above
her panties and showing me the clear shape of her cunt. Her lips forming the words to beg
me to fuck her, calling my name . Kevin. Kevin.
Beth emerged from the pool house dressed in a daring bikini. It was a glossy
black material. The bottoms were rather tiny. It was obvious she had to shave everything
to prevent pubic hair from showing. Her breasts surged against the top, with a larger
portion of each squeezing out of the cups and threatening to reveal her nipples. They
jiggled unmercifully inside, and my fingers twitched at the thought of touching them.
Beth dove into the water, and I watched as the droplets glistened on her perfect form. I
watched her for over an hour, sipping occasionally at my Long Island iced tea. I had
become a virtual outcast, sitting alone and speaking to no one. A couple of times I
noticed Charles looking at me, and wondered if he had seen my gazing at his bride.
Surely he would be uncomfortable if he had, knowing we had already shared out bodies.
That I purposefully drank myself drunk. The people were stuffy, arrogant, and
boring. I spent my night watching Beth, letting my appreciation for her grow, yet trying
to fight the thought that was brewing in my mind: the thought that one time with her was
not going to be enough. I seriously doubted there was any way I would be able to stick
my dick in Beth again, but I wondered if I might somehow get what I hadn't gotten: the
chance to see her naked.
No one noticed me as I slipped away. I had moved my things into my room
earlier, and had some idea of the layout of the house. I suspected that Charles and Beth's
room would be upstairs, as they "guest" rooms were all on the first floor. I climbed the
stairs, making sure no one was present, and worked my way down the hallways until I
was certain I had located their room. I went back downstairs, and went to their utility
room. I found a roll of Scotch tape, and headed back to my hosts place of slumber.
Carefully I placed several small strips over the bolt in the door. When they came to bed
that night, they would probably close the door behind them. But it wouldn't latch,
allowing me to open it just ever-so-slightly.
Several hours passed before the chance finally came. Most of the guests had said
good-night, as did I. But I remained awake and listening, listening for the sounds of Beth
and Charles heading up to bed. I couldn't have been happier with the outcome. I heard
Beth announce that she was off to bed, while Charles indicated he was going to the den to
spend a few minutes on the computer. Beth went up the stairs. I wasn't far behind.
I caught a quick glimpse of her before she entered the room and closed the door.
She had changed out of her bikini since the dip in the pool, but returned to the nearly-as-
enticing white shorts and shiny blue blouse. I hurried to the door, not wanting to miss a
moment of her undressing. I pushed against it, and sure enough, it opened slightly. I just
wanted a crack, just a little opening to gaze through. My eyes looked through the sliver of
an opening. I saw Beth.
She was standing in front of the bed. Her hands were at her blouse, undoing the
buttons. My eyes focused instantly as her blouse began to open, and a full curve of her
breast was becoming visible. She was standing with her weight shifted to her right leg.
The pose was innocently sexy. I watched Beth finish the unbuttoning, and slide the
blouse from her shoulders. Beth's breast bobbed inside her bra as she tossed the blouse
onto the bed. My jaws opened with heavy breath and my cock hardened as I looked at
her. She was so beautiful, so incredibly sexy. Take of the shorts, I thought to myself. Let
me see that pussy I once fucked.
As if obeying me, Beth's fingers worked the zipper of the shorts, then slipped
inside near her hips and pulled the spandex down. She was wearing a small pair of white
stain panties that looked like a second skin on her pussy. Beth stepped out of view for a
moment, and I began to panic. I feared two things. One, that she was heading to the door
because she knew I was there, or two, that she was moving to another part of the
bedroom to finish undressing. When she didn't arrive at the door, I pushed a little more,
widening the opening.
If Beth looked towards me, she would definitely notice the door had opened a bit,
but I had to take the chance. She was at a dresser, and reaching for the front-clasping bra.
I would have killed myself if I missed the sight of the opening bra, and the perfect,
beautiful breasts that sprang forth. Her nipples poked into the air. Her areolas were dark,
and circled each nipple perfectly. I had seen her breasts naked. But I still wanted more.
Beth reached down to the panties, but didn't pull them down.
She was rubbing herself.
I wanted so desperately to rush inside the room and thrust her onto the bed.
Seeing her delicate fingers graze against her cunt, and her lips quiver at the touch, was
nearly enough to drive me to insane action. Her fingers slipped inside, and I knew she
had penetrated herself. I wanted to cum.
Beth spent only a moment giving herself a bit of pleasure. Then she happily slid
her panties off and stood completely nude before me. I soaked in the sight of her perfect,
naked body. Beth opened a drawer, and pulled out several outfits. I couldn't see what she
was looking at, just some silken red and something white and lacy. She took the red and
shiny outfit, and stared at it a moment, still nude. She reached back into the drawer and
pulled put a fresh pair of panties, also red and shiny She slide them up her long, sensuous
legs, sadly covering her cunt once again. I gaped at my brother's wife, feeling a lust at a
level I hadn't experienced in a long time.
Beth slide the red garment over her body, covering her breasts, but just barely. It
was a robe, and she looked devastatingly beautiful in it. She disappeared further to the
left, and I heard the sound of running water. The show was over. I decided to head back
to my room before my brother came up the stairs and saw the bulge in my pants that had
been induced by the sight of his naked wife.
Seeing Beth nude had an unexpected effect on me, and the effect was growing. It
was almost as if I had never been with her, as if I had never buried my cock deep inside
bother her cunt and ass. After all, I couldn't see her in the darkness. I wasn't able to fully
appreciate her beauty - so was so perfect! Her breasts looked as they were sculpted by
the finest plastic surgeon's knife, yet I knew for a fact that they were real. Her hips
curved deliciously. Her lips pouted in a needing, feminine way. Her hair streamed down
her back. I simply hadn't noticed how gorgeous the woman was before. I knew she was
hot, and was certainly impressed by Charles's ability to land such a sexy bride, but the
more I saw Beth, the more I was captivated by her.
The next two days with marked for me only by the times I thought Beth might be
nude. I caught glimpses of her in their bedroom, and another when I hid in the pool house
when she changed from her super-tight shorts and a t-shirt into the very enticing black
bikini. The best moment, however, came at the end of the second day.
Unable to shake the image of Beth both nude and in her black bikini, I found
myself perfectly in bed with little chance of falling asleep anytime soon. My hands had
found their way inside my boxers, and my fingers played against my hardening cock as I
thought about my brother's wife. I tried to remember everything about our night together.
Her body had felt so wonderful, so incredible. But my own nervousness and lack of light
had stolen something from me. I knew that I hadn't fully experienced this woman.
The more I rubbed my cock, the more desperate I was to have her again. I ran
through a variety of scenarios in my mind. Maybe if I slipped into her room again - no,
that wouldn't work so long as Charles was in there. Perhaps I could just proposition her. I
could simply ask her to fuck me again. But I doubted she'd go for it. She gave me a look
of contempt whenever our eyes met, and I was sure she didn't want to do anything to hurt
Charles.
The main ideas I had for getting Beth again were to either rape her, or to
blackmail her. Neither seemed like a great idea. Raping her was sure to get me in prison
and kicked out of the family. Blackmailing wasn't much of an option, as Charles already
knew I had cocked her. Still, the remote fantasies I played in my mind brought me nearly
to orgasm,. Just picturing her naked body, with my cock thrusting in and out of that
sweet cunt, was enough to bring me to excitement in a matter of moments. But a new
idea emerged in my mind.
I quickly got out of bed and crept out of my room. I knew the house was pretty
much asleep, and I counted on Beth and Charles being asleep as well. My plan formed
quickly in my mind. I just needed to get upstairs, get inside their bedroom.
Every footstep I made seemed to echo throughout the house along with my
heartbeat. I was doubly excited - one count from my hopes of seeing Beth naked, the
second for the nature of what I was about to do.
I was going to fondle my brother's wife as she slept.
I reached the door, but stopped before placing my hand on the knob. I needed to
control my breath, which was loud from excitement. I needed to be incredibly quiet, and
invisible. If Beth awoke I just needed to not be seen. She would assume it was either
herself or her husband whose hands were on her.
I opened the door slowly, fearing the slight creaking sound would give me away.
The room was completely dark. I sank to m y knees and began to crawl along the floor. I
could hear the sounds of my brother and his wife sleeping peacefully. I felt for the edge
of the bed and nearly knocked over a table. If it hadn't been for my peeping in on Beth
when she changed with the door slightly open I would have had no sense of where to go.
The room was mammoth. Still, even with the vision the cracked door afforded me, I had
little idea where I was in the room.
My head grazed against something soft, and I knew it was the comforter. I had
made it. I huddled against the bed and held my breath. I listened to the sounds of the
couple, trying to determine on which side Beth was sleeping. I could hear the mixture of
their breath with the ticking clock in the room. The quiet sounds were almost deafening
in the otherwise silent room.
My eyes still couldn't see. Evidently their curtains did a wonderful job of
blocking out any light. But, Beth made a slight whimpering sound that gave her away.
She was on my side of the bed.
I rose up on my knees, gliding my hands up the mattress. As I rose, I noticed a
slight glowing from their alarm clock. I grabbed it, and moved it to the bed. Beth was
sleeping soundly. I dim red light revealed in small portions her face turned towards me,
her lips parted slightly, and the lace of a nightie. Thin straps ran over her shoulders. The
front of the nightie was low-cut, and as I moved the clock towards her breasts, I realized
her right nipple was exposed. My body flashed with arousal as I beheld her perfect tit.
The dark skin around it made the nip stand out, and I started to reach.
I stopped myself, fearing that such a touch was sure to wake her. Instead I paused
to enjoy the sight of her breasts hanging out of the inadequate covering. She wasn't
wearing this for practical reasons. The shirt would cover little, and was certainly
unacceptable around the family. She was wearing it for Charles. I was certain he had
fucked her.
The blankets of the bed covered Beth up to her hips. I figured I needed to remove
them. I pulled at the comforter, watching Beth's face for any sign that the sensation of the
moving blankets or the rustling sounds they induced would wake her. She appeared to be
sound asleep. I pulled the blankets passed her knees, not daring to go any further. Beth
was on her side in the bed. The curve of her hips went upward, then sloped down the
length of her legs, which were facing me. The lacy nightie was still high on her hips,
despite moving down somewhat as I moved the blankets. A path of the lace fell between
her legs, obscuring what I was sure was her naked pussy. I reached for the lace, lifting it
with my right hand as I moved the clock with my left. The cord was at maximum length,
so I couldn't get as close as I wanted, but I could still see enough of her neatly trimmed
pussy wedged between her perfect thighs to make me want to cum on-the-spot.
I was desperately to touch her, desperate to feel the flesh of my brother's bride. I
looked again at her nipple, and reminded myself I hadn't come this far simply to look at
her body. I set the clock on the edge of the bed, it's light just enough to guide me. I
moved my hand to her hip, and slide it upward. The nightie moved with it, and the path
of fabric that had been between her legs moved, too. Her pussy was now revealed more
completely, and didn't require me to hold anything up to view it.
Beth's body turned, and I felt an instant wave of panic. She shifted onto her back,
but didn't awaken. There was now enough room for me to sit on the edge of the bed,
which I did so carefully. I put just the edge of my hip on the mattress, and let most of my
weight run through me legs and to the floor. I held the clock aloft, gazing at Beth's
perfect body. Both breasts had shifted, and the nipples were again concealed except for
the obvious bumps they formed in the lace. Happily, Beth's cunt was still visible, now
with a little more space between her thighs. I leaned down, holding my breath as I did. I
moved my face within centimeters of her cunt. I could smell her. I could smell that scent
of that perfect pussy, which had been fucked a short time ago. Again I moved my hands
with the edge of the nightie inside them. I moved the fabric up, as far as I could, taking in
the sight of her naked lower body up to her navel. My cock was aching to enter her. It
rubbed against my boxers, calling for me to mount her while my brother slept beside her.
As much was I wanted to, I knew I couldn't go that far.
I looked again at her breasts. My eyes were seeing much better in the glow of the
alarm clock, so I put it back in place. What I was about to do would require the ability to
make a quick getaway. I didn't want to have to worry about putting anything back.
I moved my left hand over her chest, and slowly lowered it onto the rounded flesh
of her breast. I felt her nipple poking through the lace, and knew I needed to feel it
directly. I slipped my hand inside the nightie, and with the lightest touch possible cupped
my hand on her boob. I watched Beth's face intently, but saw only her mouth open a
little wider, as if a sleepy excitement had caused it.
I don't know how long I sat like that, but it was a long while. Despite using the
clock for light, I never really looked at the time. I sat there, on the edge of the bed shared
by Charles and Beth, with my hand on the breast of my brother's wife. I felt her chest rise
and fall with breath, and the faint sensation of a heartbeat. What I enjoyed most however,
was the hardening nipple in my grasp.
My cock felt like it was certainly going to explode. I decided to risk another
move, and guided my other hand to her other breast. Slowly, carefully, I massaged them.
I wanted to feel them, but not jolt Beth awake. I felt the weight of the breasts against my
hands as I lifted up, and the force of them returning to a resting position. I felt both
nipples in my palms.
Beth shifted in bed and whimpered quietly. I knew I needed to let go and flee, but
I couldn't bring myself to free my hands from inside her nightie. If she awoke, I was
caught. I was willing to take that chance for just a few more moments of fondling her.
She didn't wake up, but by the motions of her body I was wondering if my actions were
translating into some sexual dream. Her breathing had deepened, and become more
audible. Her hands moved slightly, as if about to reach for a lover. Though she hadn't
awoken yet, I knew the time was approaching quickly. If I wanted to do anything else, I
needed to do it now.
I removed my hands from the nightie, watching Beth's face in the dim red light
the entire time. I shifted my body down the bed, and only when confident she still hadn't
woken p, moved my eyes between her legs. Her chest was lifting up and down with
breath, causing slight tremors in the flesh of her thighs and between. He right knee bent
slightly, and I realized I could smell her more strongly. She was definitely getting
aroused. I looked at her cunt, debating if I should do what I was thinking, but deciding to
go forward. I got off the bed, opting to instead lean over her, and reached my hand
between her legs. I grazed my finger against her cunt. Beth gasped, and held her breath a
moment. I moved my finger against her opening, wanting so much to plunge it inside.
Beth's body was starting to writhe. She would wake up any second. I inserted the tip of
my finger inside her.
"Oh God.." she whispered. "Oh God, Kevin!"
I pulled my finger out of her. I was caught. I was trapped. I stepped back, trying
to prepare words in my defense when I realized. She still hadn't woken up! I stepped back
towards the door and managed to crack it open before I heard her sit up in bed and
swallow hard. I could no longer see her, but I knew she was awake. I quietly sank to my
knees and listened. I heard nothing but breathing for a moment, then some rustling. It
wasn't the blankets I heard, it was the nightie. I wondered what she was doing, when I
started to hear, very faintly, the sound of squishing and flesh on flesh.
She was masturbating! I wanted to see, but I knew I had to leave. Still, I pictured
her in my mind, her arm stretched down between her legs, guiding her hand and fingers
inside herself. She didn't suspect that I was there, yet had said my name. It could mean
only one thing:
I was the one she was dreaming about!
The wedding went without a hitch the next day. I spent most of the ceremony
gazing at Beth in her bridal dress. I was virtually silent during the reception. With no date
at my side and no family I cared to talk to, I had little reason to open my mouth. Charles
didn't talk to me, just as he hadn't ever since learning my cock had penetrated his bride.
I couldn't keep my thoughts from centering on Beth. As I looked at her breasts
shift under the bridal dress, and the slits open for flashes of leg, I remembered every
detail I could from the previous night. I had seen her naked beauty, and finally felt the
touch of her flesh against my hands once again. Still, I knew I needed more. Fantasies
swirled in my mind involving Beth, of the two of us running to a remote room of the
house and me ripping the bridal dress from her perfect body. Or, getting drunk and
remembering my cock inside her and needing it again. Perhaps even subconsciously
knowing I had fondled her the previous night, and giving in to a long desire to be with me
again. The reception disappeared in my mind. My eyes and thoughts dwelt only on Beth.
Of course, she pretty much ignored me, except for one point in the night.
"I'd really appreciate it if you would stop staring." Her voice was stern. She had
walked up to me from across the room. I stammered a reply, but she ignored it.
"Look, what happened between us was bad enough. Don't call attention to it, or to
us, by gaping at me."
"Beth, I." I wanted to say something, I even wanted to apologize for fucking her
if I thought it would lead to me getting to fuck her again.
She walked off, and averted her eyes from me the rest of the night. I continued to
stare, and want.
Beth and her new husband were off to their bedroom to consummate the wedding
as the night came to an end. The guests who weren't staying on the grounds had mostly
gone. I stayed and helped clean up, only because I needed something to occupy my mind.
The couple weren't planning to leave on their honeymoon for a few days, in order to
spend time with their families. That would give me a little more time to indulge my
fantasies.
I wondered if Beth had known that I had been stalking her at every moment,
trying to catch any glimpse of her that I shouldn't. I was obsessed with the idea, and the
opportunities seemed more plentiful than I would have ever imagined. I was
dumbfounded when I saw her walk from her bedroom to a common bathroom, dressed
only in panties and a towel draped over her shoulders. She was carrying shampoo, and
evidently going to take a shower. Why she wasn't using her own, I didn't know, but I
guessed that Charles must be using it and for some reason she didn't want to get in with
him. Either way, it was a chance for me to see her again. This time, I would see her nude,
sensuous body as she bathed herself. Provided she didn't lock the door. I waited a
moment until I heard the shower come on, then an extra moment to make sure she was
inside and lathering up. I tried the door. As I hoped, it wasn't locked!
I walked into the bathroom. The steam from the water had thoroughly obscured
the glass of the shower. I could hear the water spraying on Beth, and pictured her naked,
wet body in my mind. She had no idea I was there, no idea I was standing just a few feet
from her. I don't know exactly what came over me, but something was telling me I had
once chance to persuade her. Once chance to seduce her.
I pulled the shirt from my body and set it on the sink. With my eyes still on the
shower, I slid off my jeans and boxers. I stood outside the glass, completely naked,
waiting for her. My mind was reasoning that the sight of my fully hardened cock win her
to me, that the sight of it would so overwhelm her with lust and memory of our past
fucking that she would leap into my arms and beg me to enter her. We would fuck right
there, in the shower, and she could clean herself up before rejoining my brother.
I heard the faucet shut off, and listened as I heard her towel off the dripping
moisture from her skin. I could vaguely make out her shape through the glass, and waited
with nervous anticipation as her hand reached for the door.
Beth shrieked as she saw me. Her eyes opened wide with fear. Her eyes opened
with surprise. And her eyes looked down my body, and settled on the sight of my huge,
hard cock.
"Kevin! What the hell? Get out of here!"
I knew I wanted to be direct. I wanted to say exactly what I was feeling.
"I want to fuck you again."
"What?"
I looked her in the eye, and confidently repeated, "I want to fuck you again."
Beth's body language actually relaxed. She looked at me a moment before
realizing her bare breasts were bouncing in my view and the towel in her hand was doing
little to conceal her cunt.
"You're crazy."
I went to her. I grabbed her arms.
"I want you, Beth. I want you so bad. I can't stop thinking about you, about when
we."
"When you practically raped me?" she said, stiffening.
"Beth, I didn't rape you. You know that! You knew what you were doing."
"You got me drunk, and you fucked me. I wasn't in my right mind."
"I couldn't help it. You touched me, I touched you. God, you're so beautiful. I
couldn't help myself, and I thought you wanted it."
Beth softened somewhat. Still, she broke free of my grasp and wrapped the towel
around her naked body.
"Kevin, I don't want to think about that anymore. What happened was wrong, and
the whole situation is best forgotten. Now I really need you to leave. Charles may come
in here at any minute."
"Beth." I walked towards her. I walked up behind her, and reached my arms
around her. My cock mashed into her ass. Beth pulled away.
"If you don't leave right now, I'll start screaming. Everyone will know what
you've done, and I'll tell them you tried raping me."
I looked at her. I was looking for some sort of hope in her eyes. Some chance I
could still win her affection. But she was resolute. If I wanted her, I would have to rape
her. Humbly, I started for the door, still looking back at her. She was holding her
hairbrush towards me as though it was a weapon. Her eyes were glaring at mine,
compelling me to leave. Then, something. Her eyes looked down.
She was staring at my cock.
I had spent the last few days trying to see Beth nude at every possible moment.
Now, my purpose had changed. I wanted Beth to see me nude! My nude cock, at least.
When she went into a room by herself, I walked in, unzipped, and showed her. Each time
she yelled, gasped, and hurried out of the room. But, each time her eyes moved to my
manhood and studied it for a split second. She was drawn to it, even if she wouldn't
admit it. When she went to the pool house to change, I was waiting. When she went into
the kitchen alone, I was waiting. When Charles ran some errands, leaving his bride alone
in bed, it was the image of me standing over her she woke up to, and my stiff, hard cock
bursting out of my pants that here eyes first focused on. Every time she ran away, but she
didn't tell Charles. She didn't tell anybody, and she didn't prevent herself from being
alone.
I was due to leave soon, but I didn't want to go. Flashing myself to Beth, and
stealing glimpses of her naked body had eased my aching for her to a point, but it was sex
with my brother's wife that I craved. It was sex with her that I wanted, and was willing to
do almost anything to get.
As night turned late once again, I happened by their bedroom. The tape on the
door was still there. Evidently they had not realized its presence. I heard the sounds of my
brother and his wife. They were kissing. I pushed the door open.
Beth was dressed in leather pants and a blouse. She hadn't worn the pants in front
of the guests, so I suspected she was wearing them just for Charles. She looked amazing.
The black leather formed to her hips and her legs. When she turned, I could see an
indention between her legs. I could see the shape of her cunt. I was certain she wasn't
wearing panties. Charles was caressing and rubbing his wife, who was kissing him in
kind. They were about to fuck. I considered standing there and watching the married
couple engage in intercourse, but I wanted to be the one fucking Beth. Not Charles!
He had bent her over the bed. She was sipping from a glass of wine as he felt her
breasts. Beth sounded drunk. An idea flashed in my mind. I wondered if it could possibly
work, and decided to try. After all, I didn't have much time left for anything else. I lifted
my hand, and knocked firmly on the door.
"What the?'
Charles turned to face me. His face grew livid at the sight of me. I remained calm.
"What are you doing here?' he sneered.
"I need to talk to you."
"Get out of here!"
"It's an emergency. You really need to come."
Realizing he wouldn't get to fuck his wife with me in the room, Charles stormed
towards me. We went into the hallway.
"Charles, it's someone from your office. She was just on the phone. She needs
you to go in - it's a serious emergency. "
"What is it? What's about?"
"I don't know. She just said you need to go in."
"It must be related to a case. She must have found some information."
"Well, go!"
Charles looked suddenly concerned. I was hoping that something could be going
on with his work that might fit the mold of an emergency. Evidently, something was.
Charles left, heading for the garage. I knew he would get there and find no one. And I
knew my exclude: I was simply having fun, trying to keep him from his bride. A
harmless prank.
I headed back upstairs. In truth, it wouldn't be so harmless. I had found Stacey for
him, and she should be mine. Call it a finder's fee..
Beth was still prostate on the bed. She was awake, but drunk. The glass of wine
was in her hands, but empty. I walked up behind her, and slid my hands around her, onto
her breasts.
"Mmmm, where did you go? I missed you."
I began massaging her tits. My cock had already been hard, but it now felt on fire.
"I need to fuck. God I need to fuck!" Her speech was slightly slurred.
I was pretending to be my brother, Beth's husband. I pinched her breasts through
the blouse. I wasn't sure what I could get away with, but I wanted to try everything I
could before she realized my identity. I nearly cursed myself for not turning out the lights
so I could carry my ruse to completion, but, I wanted to see her naked. I wanted to
undress her. I wanted to see her unsupported breasts jiggle and sway.
"I really need it tonight." Beth cooed.
My hands moved on her shirt. My body was resting on hers as I started to undo
the buttons. Her hips were swaying. I feared she would sense the size of my erection and
realize who it was who was now running his hands up her exposed stomach to the cups of
her bra. I stood up, pulling her up with me.
Her breasts felt so full, so perfect. Beth leaned her had back, eyes closed. I kissed
her neck and she moaned softly.
"I need it. I need it so bad. Put your dick in, sweetie."
I almost answered her, but instead kept quiet. I wanted every bit of feeling I could
steal. Beth still had her eyes closed. I looked at her in the mirror. The bra was a simple
white, with smooth cups that completely covered her breasts. I looked between her legs at
the wonderful indentation in the leather. The shape of her cunt was clear as even the
leather seemed to want to get inside her. I moved my hands to her waist, and undid the
button on the pants. The zipper undid slightly as the pants opened, and my belief that she
was without panties was confirmed. Just the sweet, creamy flesh of her lower abdomen
came into view.
"Fuck me. Fuck." she whispered.
I knew once she opened her eyes my enjoyment would be over. So I needed to
keep her in this aroused state a little longer, this state of near dreaminess where she kept
her eyes closed. I took her hand in mine, then slipped them inside the leather.
"Oh, baby. oh yes!"
I moved her fingers to her cunt, and she did the rest. I felt her hand move
underneath mine. The motions were restricted even though they zipper was now
completely undone. I saw flashes of her pussy, and of her fingers stroking her aching clit.
She continued to rub herself, getting all the more aroused, while I pulled the shirt from
her shoulders. The blouse gathered at her waist, unable to get past the hand that was
working feverishly inside the leather pants. Beth must have felt the fabric tug, for she
pulled her hand out to allow the blouse's escape. She returned her hand inside, rubbing
herself more. I stepped back to ensure my cock pressing against her wouldn't give me
away.
So was so sensual, so erotic. So beautiful.
"I need you to fuck me right now!" She said as she turned to me. Then, Beth
opened her eyes.
"Kevin!"
Her face lit up with shock.
"No, no, no!" She tried to run past me, her hand still in her pants. I grabbed her. I
wasn't going to let her leave. I was taking her, one way or another. I threw her onto the
bed. She landed, facing me, and bounced several times with her hand still trapped inside
her leather pants. I jumped onto the bed myself, grabbing her hand and keeping it inside.
"Kevin, no, please."
"Beth, I need to fuck you. And I think you need to fuck me."
"Kevin."
I was kissing her. My lips met hers. She fell back onto the bed. I cupped her
breast in my hand as my lips pressed tightly against hers. Beth managed to slip her hand
out of her pants, but I maneuvered perfectly. I brought by cock to rest directly against her
cunt, and though I still had my own pants on and she still had some leather in the way, I
knew she could full its fullness against her.
"You want my cock."
"No."
I began humping her. "I've seen you look at it. You want it!"
"No."
"You've wanted it ever since that night, that time you felt me inside you, feeling
as though the cock you were used to had grown a couple of inches."
"Kevin, please." Beth's body was humping back.
"You want me, I know you want me."
"No, Kevin."
"I heard you say my name. I heard you say name after you felt me against your
cunt."
Beth's body froze.
"Oh my God. You were there! It was you! You were fondling me!"
"You dreamt of me, didn't you? You dreamt of my huge cock pumping into your
cunt, didn't you?"
Beth looked desperate, but her body began to hump again. She nodded.
"You want my cock inside you again, don't you?" I was humping hard now. Beth
looked like she was trying to fight, but her body was already too aroused, too in need.
"You want to fuck me again, don't you?"
Beth looked into my eyes. She seemed to be debating with herself. Suddenly, her
head sprang up from it's shameful droop as if she had thought of something that
convinced her.
"Yes."
I ripped at Beth's bra. The fabric tore into her skin, then gave way. Her breasts
bounced into view. I clamped onto her left nipple with my mouth.
"Fuck me, Kevin, fuck me. I need your cock!"
I realized she was already completely aroused and needing, much as I was!
Together we wriggled the leather pants down her legs. Her glistening pussy looked
incredible between her perfect thighs as her legs pressed together. Beth opened her legs
wide for me as I climbed back atop her. I rammed into her with all my strength, feeling
my cock slip inside her soaking wet cunt easily.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" Beth screamed as I thrusted. The size of my cock did not
disappoint. "Oh, that's it! Oh, that's it! It's so big!"
Beth's felt cunt better than I remembered. Despite her small frame and tight
pussy, she accommodated me perfectly. My cock fit inside her like a sword in a sheath,
and her wetness glided my thrusts. Beth had wrapped her arms around me. At last I knew
that she had wanted me again. At last I knew that I gave her something that Charles was
never able to.
My body fell into a smooth rhythm. I focused on Beth's bobbing breasts as I
fucked her, and the look in her eyes of crazed lust. Then I looked around the room a bit,
noticing the wedding pictures of Beth and my brother. I should have felt guilty for
fucking his wife, but I didn't. There was a complete satisfaction in seducing her, as if it
made up for every asshole thing he had ever done. Fucking her the last time was
wonderful, but not as satisfying as this. Beth wanted to fuck her.
Beth's groans turned up in intensity. I realized she was approaching orgasm.
"Harder." she whispered.
I reached for the top of the mattress, using it as leverage. I had purposefully not
given her my full force, as I wanted to prolong the moment. But now, my cock was
begging me for release Justas much as Beth was. I rammed into her hard, lifting my body
off the bed and using gravity to increase my thrust. Beth moaned loudly. Her eyes
widened with a new appreciation for my girth. Her body clenched, her voice caught for a
second, then she came with a loud moan. I continued to thrust as her orgasm subsided,
bring my own cock to the brink of release. Beth, now satisfied, moved her hands to her
breasts, pinching her nipples as I continued to fuck her. The sight of her pleasing herself
with my body inside her did the trick. I pumped a load of sperm inside her, moaning and
grunting as it flowed out of me. I thrusted as my cock grew soft, until it lacked the
rigidity to thrust anymore.
I collapsed beside Beth, who was breathing heavy. Neither one of us made any
moves of affection. No kissing, no rubbing. I think we both were wondering what to do
next. Finally, she turned her head to me.
"I think you'd better go. Charles should be back any minute."
I had lost track of the time, but knew she was right. His little "errand" couldn't
take him much longer. I rose up out of my brother's bed. I re-dressed as I watched Beth
lay nude on top of the sheets. I think she realized that she, too, needed to put her clothes
back on, lest she have to explain why she was naked with a dripping pussy when Charles
got back. I watched her put her clothes back on. The leather pants, the blouse. but the
bra needed to be pitched. I saw a worried look on her face as she slipped on a similarly
styled pink one. Would he notice? I doubted it, but one think was for certain, Beth was
going to fuck again. And just as certain, she wouldn't enjoy it as much!
Charles was quite annoyed with me for sending him on a wild goose chase, but he
didn't act as though he knew that I had ravaged his new bride. I couldn't be happier.
If seeing each when I first arrived was awkward, the next day was completely
uncomfortable. Beth gave me mean and stern looks just as before. My initial fear was to
panic, and think that she must have told Charles. But Charles didn't seem any different.
Granted, he looked at me like a back-stabber whenever he saw me looking up Beth's
skirt, but there was no extra animosity caused by the fact I had fucked her again the
previous night. No animosity form the fact that his wife preferred my dick over his.
But I was concerned about Beth. Now that she had my cock in her again, would
her lust forever be quelled? Would she rebuke me again as she had done before the
previous night?
I cornered her in pool house at mid-afternoon. I knew she would be there to
change into her suit for her daily swim. No one else was in the house when I arrived. I
crept into the ladies changing area and waited. I didn't expect her to rip off her clothes
and jump on me, but I was at least hoping to get an idea if that might be possible for
tonight!
Beth walked in wearing her little black skirt and a red t-shirt. She started to pull
the top off before even reaching the changing area. I noticed her black bikini hanging
next to me, and was certain she would go for the skimpy outfit. She opened the crack
door and reacted to me with a start.
"Hey." I said, eyeing her in her bra.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I just wanted to see you. You're acting differently today."
"Am I? If you ask me, I am acting the same. It was last night that I acted
differently."
"Are you saying you regret what we did last night?'
"If you're asking me if I regret cheating on my husband with his brother, a brother
I fucked the night before my wedding, then yes!"
"I don't understand, wasn't it good?"
Beth bit her lip. Tears started to form in her eyes. "It was incredible." She said.
"But don't you see? I am married! I can't just go fucking other men whenever I want!"
I stepped up to her, and kissed her cheek.
"Kevin."
I pressed my lips to hers before she could say anything else. My hand slid over
her bra, ticking the flesh inside between her breasts.
"Kevin," she said when we broke the kiss, "I have to act the same towards you,
don't you see? If I suddenly act nice and warm, Charles will know something is up
between us."
She broke free from me, but continued to undress.
"So when can we be together again?" I asked.
She stepped out of her skirt. She was wearing black panties that looked quite like
her bathing suit. She took off her black bra while she contemplated her answer.
"I don't know, Kevin. I don't know if we should be together again."
"Don't say that. I want you, and I know you want me."
She slipped off her panties, and stood before me completely nude.
"Kevin, we fucked. It was fine. But I'm not in love with you."
I walked up to her. She eyes me with caution. In a quick motion I slipped my left
forefinger inside her cunt while clutching her with my right hand.
"I'm not in love with you, either." I said. "But, I do love fucking you."
My finger was working in and out of her pussy. She didn't resist. I licked her
nipple with my tongue. Beth's arms moved, but not to my body. Her hands reached for
the bikini. Her eyes, however, were fluttering from the pleasure I was giving her between
her legs.
"You love my cock, don't you?'
She didn't answer, the look of debate returning to her face. She sighed, and her
body lost its tension. She was agreeing without speaking.
My cock was gaining full hardness. The desire to fuck her again was
overwhelming. I stepped back, pulling my finger out of her pussy. I fidgeted with my
pants, but Beth was pulling up the bikini bottoms.
"I can't fuck you, Kevin." Evidently she had changed her mind.
I was in too awkward a state to reach for her. My legs were stuck in my half-
removed pants.
Beth pulled the black bra on her body, and slipped her oversize breasts inside the
cups. She was out the door by the time I had my pants back up. I nearly caught up to her,
but stopped as I heard Charles's voice outside the pool house. As much as I wanted her
right then, I couldn't let him see me inside the structure where she had just stripped and
donned her tiny bathing suit.
I would have to wait.
That night I decided to return to the bedroom of my brother and his wife. It was
sometime after 1AM when I reached their door. Beth had avoided me the entire rest of
the day, but I wasn't going to let her escape me for long.
This time I knew my way a little better. In addition, I had brought the key chain of
Beth's father, which happened to have a tiny flashlight. I was careful not to shine the
light while it would be visible to Charles, but took a few flashes while I was crawling
along the floor.
The couple was sleeping soundly, just as they had been the night before.
Confidently I moved up the side of the mattress on which Beth was positioned. Just to be
sure, I listened for the sound of her before moving, in case she had anticipated my visit
and switched sides with Charles. She hadn't. I heard her next to me.
I risked a quick flash of the light as I figured they were still asleep. In truth, I was
planning to awaken Beth anyway. But Charles I wanted to remain unconscious. The flash
of light revealed Beth was under the covers. I saw the black straps of her bra, and figured
she must also be wearing the black panties once again. Pulling at the blankets revealed
that to be true.
There is something so pure about starting at a woman's pantied pussy unabated.
The sight of a beautiful cunt, covered by shimmering silk or satin, is to me the ultimate
blend of girlish innocence and womanly sexuality. It's beauty and lust all in one simple
vision.
Her panties clung to her pussy more than the bikini bottoms did, and were
definitely smaller. I guessed that she hadn't fucked Charles, otherwise her underwear
would most likely be off. My node failed to detect any sexual scent, adding to my
conclusion.
Carefully I slid my fingertips underneath the panties and began to pull down. I
was reminded of pulling down her leather pants the night before, and again appreciated
the beauty of her legs pressed together and the wondrous area between them. I had pulled
the panties half-way down when I felt Beth's hands grab mine. I looked up at her, unable
to tell if it was a reflex action or that was, in fact, awake. She didn't move beyond
clutching my hands, but I decided to let go of the fabric anyway. Her hands released
mine.
I moved my left hand above her pussy, and slowly lowered it to the gap in her
legs formed just beneath. I managed to slip one finger between her legs before they
clamped together. I heard her voice gasp, and her body stir. But, before she could awake,
I managed to maneuver my finger to the edge of her lips, and then plunge it into her
vagina.
Beth awoke with a hushed squeal. Her hand shot to my wrist, but was unable to
wrest my finger from her feminine area.
"Stop." I heard her breath very quietly. I didn't obey. I moved my finger in and
out of her, the first hints of her scent reaching my nose. Her body had tensed. I knew she
wanted to stop me, but doing so would risk awakening Charles. Even though he would
probably believe I was molesting his wife, Beth's mind was guilty enough to not even
realize the thought. If Charles awoke, he would simply know that she was cheating on
him with his brother.
I laid my body atop hers to trap her hands. She was now unable to stop me. I
worked my finger in and out of her, feeling her chest heave with growing desire and her
breath grow deep with want.
"Kevin, no." so quiet. No one could be convinced of a command so quiet.
I leaned into her, placing my lips next to her ear.
"Fuck me." I said.
"Kevin, no!"
"I'm making you cum either way. You can either do it here with my finger, or
elsewhere with my cock. What's it gonna be?'
I don't know if it was me penis she wanted, or simply to avoid having an orgasm
by my finger and risk having Charles wake up. Either way, she answered how I hoped.
"Cock."
I smiled, and shifted my weight off her. I kept my finger inside her, however,
until she climbed of the bed.
We made our way back to my room. Beth still had on her bra, but nothing else. If
someone had gotten up for a late night snack, drink, or trip to the bathroom, they would
have seen the eldest married daughter scurrying mostly-naked down the hall with her
brother-in-law. But, we made it to my room ok.
"Kevin, this has to stop."
I grabbed her, and kissed her. My finger again found her cunt.
"Don't fight it." I said. "We both want it, we both want to fuck each other." She
looked into my eyes, about to argue, but stopped. Her eyes instead glazed over at the
sensations my probing finger were inducing into her body. She finally nodded.
I fucked my brother's wife for the third time, though this was only second since
they were actually wed. Her cunt felt even tighter and more wonderful, as if my cock was
still developing the taste for it. Beth was completely uninhibited in our sex. I sensed she
had finally given in to the fact that she wanted my dick. After ramming my cock into her
cunt and spewing a load, Beth turned over and took me into her ass once again. Her
moans were so different, so intense as I pumped into her. I wondered what it must feel
like, taking something so large.
I was due to stay two more days, then head back to my own dreary home. The
next morning I climbed into the shower, wondering how many more encounters I had
with Beth before I had to leave, if I'd have to fight for those encounters, and when I
would get to see her again. Suddenly, I felt more interested in spending time with my
brother and his wife.
The glass of the shower had steamed up, as all the showers in the house seemed to
do. I had no idea that someone had entered the bathroom until the door to the shower
flung open, revealing Beth in her black bikini.
She was already dripping wet, evidently from the pool. Her nipples were clearly
visible through the top.
"You wanted me in this, didn't you?" She was smiling.
"When I first saw you in that, that's when I knew I had to fuck you again."
Beth stepped into the shower, and into my arms. I don't know if I was more
turned on by her outfit or the fact I didn't have to fight with her to fuck me. In either case,
the sex we shared was perhaps the best yet. We spent a half hour in the shower, taking
turns bathing each other, washing every little crevice, and exploring our bodies with our
hands and the removable shower head. The water droplets clung to Beth's flesh as though
they drew life from it. Her body seemed perfect for the water. Her pussy flushed with
pink as the shower head was switched to pulsate, and aimed directly at her opening. She
took my cock in her mouth as water streamed down her face. Her wet hair fell coldly onto
my shaft, only to be warmed as her hot mouth slid over each inch of my manhood. She
took me deep inside, deeper than I thought she would be capable of. She tickled the head
of my cock with her tongue, and forced my fingers into her ass one at a time.
Finally, Beth grabbed onto the towel rod. I moved behind her, guiding my cock
with my hands. My cock pushed into her cunt from behind with ease, and out two bodies
began rocking back and forth as hot water sprayed around us. Our moans were somewhat
muffled by the sound of the water, giving us the freedom to express ourselves without
fear of being heard. I kissed the back of her neck as I pumped into her, groping her
glistening breasts. She took one hand in hers, and guided my fingers to her mouth where
she sucked one each clean digit.
Beth reached orgasm before me, which prompted an idea. I had her return to
sitting in the shower.
"Jerk me off." I instructed.
"Kevin, I want you in my pussy. I want you to cum in my cunt."
The look on her face was nearly enough for me to change my mind. My brother's
wife asking me to fill her cunt with my sperm. How could I say no? Still, I had other
designs.
"Just a little." I assured her. "Then I'll fuck your pussy."
Beth nodded, and began jerking me off. It took a couple of minutes, but her deft
hand slowly built the needed arousal within my cock. I don't think she knew how close I
was to orgasm, or she wouldn't have continued the swift up and down movements of her
hand. Just before orgasm, I took my cock from her, aimed it at her face, an let my sperm
and semen mixture fly. A spurt landed on her forehead, dripping down to her lips. I
aimed lower, allowing my second burst to hit her tits. My third and final burst was taken
in her mouth, as she grabbed my cock mid-stream and stuck it in herself.
"Kevin! I said in my pussy!"
"Sorry." I smiled guiltily.
I watched Beth work the sperm off her face and breasts in the downpour of the
shower. Slowly the water washed it away, down her body, and finally down the drain.
We emerged from the shower clean as whistles, yet thoroughly, thoroughly dirty.
I fucked Beth in a variety of rooms in the next couple of days. We fucked in the
pool, the pool house, and even in the middle of the yard. Charles had no idea I was
around. Beth came to me at specific times, instructing me to come with her Now! I was
suddenly at her whim, whipping my cock out and ramming it inside her to satisfy her
insatiable needs. I wondered if she was even fucking Charles anymore, she seemed that
intent on being with me. Still, her heart wasn't fully in our encounters. She came, but
something was missing. I could see the guilt on her face each and every time, so I
determined that must be holding her back. In order to get her to truly open up, I would
have to have her do something so extreme that the normal encounters would seem like
nothing in comparison. I didn't have much time. Their departure date for their
honeymoon was fast approaching.
As much as Beth had turned me on in her tight, skimpy bikinis and gorgeous
panties and leather pants, there was still one thought in my mind that drove me so insane
with lust that I felt like I had yet to fuck her. One idea that was so wrong, so full of
betrayal, that there very thought of it was nearly enough for me to ejaculate all over
myself with no contact. But would Beth go for it? Would she do it? If she did, I would
have control. I would have her, and Charles's spell on her would be broken. It was so
simple, yet so complete. One outfit above all outfits that would seduce me entirely, and
satisfy the deepest reaches of my sexual want.
Her wedding dress.
To get Beth back into the beautiful gown. The shimmering white, the hint of
cleavage and leg. To get her to look as beautiful for me, alone, as she did for all the
family and friends.
She didn't like the idea. She didn't go for it all. Beth began to weep as I suggested
it.
"How could I? I haven't been married a week, and you want me to fuck another
man in the dress I wore for my husband! Absolutely not!"
So it had come to this. Either I back down, or I risk losing her forever. The idea
had grown inside my body since I first devised it. It was no essential to me. Fucking her
in the bridal dress, lifting the hem and viewing her perfect legs with a garter encircling
the perfect circumference, was the most erotic, arousing notion that had ever possessed
my mind. I simply had to have it, or I wouldn't fuck her anymore.
"Do it." I commanded. "Or it's over between us." The threat had little effect. "Do
it!" I nearly shouted, "Or I go to Charles. I tell him everything!"
Weeping, Beth looked away from me for over a minute. We didn't need to argue
anymore. The battle lines were drawn, and it was decision time. Finally, Beth nodded her
sobbing head. I wasn't sure at this point why she was still giving me trouble. After all,
she had fucked me at her own whim numerous times. Obviously she wanted me, didn't
she?
Charles went out that night to take our parents to the airport. The drive was a
decent one, and I knew I would have a good block of time to make love to his wife. Beth
stayed behind, claiming fatigue. She would have gone if not for my insistence that she
carry out my plans.
Beth had done as promised. I met her in her bedroom. She was dressed as she had
been the day she wed my brother. Her white dress clinging perfectly to her form, low cut
and revealing a strong amount of visible cleavage. The dress had slits in the sides,
revealing a view of her legs. The dress wasn't racy, it just perfectly highlighted the
beautiful features of Beth's body. Her hair was long and flowing. Her makeup perfect. I
think she looked even more gorgeous than on her actual wedding day.
I had Beth stand in front of me as I knelt to one knee. I took her hand in mind,
slowly kissing the fingers and the wrist. I took her other hand, giving it the same
treatment. She probably assumed she would never wear the dress again, and after I was
through with her, I knew she never would. I pulled her to me, and began kissing her
crotch through the dress. Beth moaned softly, and I saw a few tears in her eyes. I think
she felt this was the ultimate betrayal to Charles, but she wasn't going to stop.
Slowly I pulled the dress upwards, her thighs and legs coming into view. She had
even worn a garter, and my cock throbbed at the sight. As her panties came into view, I
knew they were the panties she had worn for Charles on that night. The silver satin, the
lace, a pair of small wedding bells sewn just off the hip. The words "I love you" were
embroidered just below the bells.
I tongued her cunt.
I pushed it into her panties, my brother's wife's panties, and began kissing. The
dress fell behind my head, holding me inside. I slipped my finger inside the panties,
working it up and down as I continued to kiss and tongue. I moved my lips down her
legs, and may hands up them. The savored every taste, every feel of her. I was lost in the
fantasy of Beth as my bride, as my wife.
I had brought one thing with me, one accessory: a pair of scissors. I reached for
them now, and clutched them as I removed my head form her dress and buried it in her
chest. Beth's arms were on my back as I kissed at her bosom. I kept one hand inside the
dress, and forced it between her legs. I could feel her wetness, and it acted like a fuel to
my lust. I kissed at her deeply, longingly. I kissed her lips, then moved my hand up to her
chest. I slipped my open grasp inside the dress, onto her breast. The dress was tight
against her, and I couldn't reach the nipple. I stood back, and brought the scissors close.
Beth didn't stop me as I snipped at the cloth. The satin fabric split with the cuts,
and Beth's right breast popped into view. She wore no bra. The breast-protection had
built built-in. I clamped my mouth on her nipple. There was something about this time,
something about this fuck that felt different. I began to wonder if it was the last time I
would enjoy her.
I cut away at her dress more, exposing the other breast. I ripped the fabric down,
leaving just a small amount holding the dress together. Her breasts were exposed, and the
dress clung to her chest and sides for just a moment longer before a final tug split the
front of the dress completely and the remnants hung loosely at her sides. I pushed her
onto the bed, climbing between her bent legs and rubbing her thighs up and down.
"Kevin?" Beth asked.
"Yes." She was looking at the clock.
"Fuck me. Fuck me now."
I was planning to already, and her voice was all the convincing I needed. I yanked
her panties downward, then removed my own clothing.
I took a moment to take in the site of her naked body, still clung in the loosely
hanging wedding dress. She was so beautiful. I took the scissors in hand, and brought
them to her panties. I held them straight across, so that they would cut horizontally
through the fabric from one leg hole to the other. I closed the scissors, cutting the panties
from her body. I climbed atop her, and began humping.
Her pussy was fully wet. My cock slid easily inside her, and she gasped at taking
my girth inside.
"Deep, I need you deep/"
I plunged as far in as I could go. Long, but swift strokes. I moved my cock inside
her, savoring every fucking motion. Beth wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me
even more inside her. We fucked for a few minutes. I knew that if I hadn't masturbated, I
would have cum very quickly. As it was, my cock was still full of lust, but not that
desperation that would end the encounter quickly.
Beth was moaning like I had not heard her before. Her voice was lyrical,
passionate, and enchanting. Each scream and moan seemed to intensify the feelings in my
cock and I knew I was going to cum. Beth seemed to sense my readiness, and clutched at
me more tightly. My cock exploded inside her, filling her cunt with my sperm. I could
feel my semen coating my cock as I pumped in and out of my brother's wife. My cock
didn't grow limp quickly. The amount of sperm I had for her was more than I had shot
inside her yet. I collapsed on her, kissing her, but Beth pushed me off. She then pulled
her knees to her chest, and lifted her hips into the air.
The realization of what was happing slowly grew inside my head. The sex at
specific times, the need to capture my sperm in her pussy.I think I knew what she had
wanted before I spoke the words.
"You. you want me to knock you up!"
Beth looked startled, them smiled. The nodded.
"I'm pregnant." She said. She lowered her legs. "I can feel it. I know it. Charles.
Charles is. sterile."
"What?"
"I tried to get pregnant before the wedding. It was my idea. Charles wasn't
proposing, and I knew if I got pregnant he would marry me. I stopped taking my pills,
and he didn't know. I thought I did everything right. We had sex at the perfect times.
but it didn't happen. it just didn't happen."
I looked at her, completely confused.
"The he did propose. For real, because he loved me. But I knew. I knew he
wouldn't be able to be a father. I knew. "
"There are things that can be done, other options."
"Yes, I know. I figured we'd try those. But when to took me, when you seduced
me, I knew I had another chance. You look like your brother, he would never know. He
would think it was his."
I was completely shocked. That was it. She was using me. She was using me to
get her pregnant. That's why she fucked me, and that's why she never seemed to truly
enjoy it. She loved her husband. she loved Charles.
"It will look like Charles. he will never know." she continued.
"And us?"
Beth looked at me, and smiled.
"I we're finished." She said sternly.
"Beth, I can't stop fucking you."
"I love Charles." She said. "Not you. You will not touch me again, or I will tell
everyone you raped me! But, if you agree, I will see to it that you are financially
rewarded."
She was bribing me!
"Beth, I don't want money." I looked at her naked body. She saw my attention,
and quickly got up. She held the tatters of her dress in her hands. She bit her lip, then
walked to the closet where she buried her wedding dress deep inside a hamper. She
reached for a robe, and slipped it over her body.
"Leave." She commanded.
I didn't want to. I didn't want to give her up.
"Leave!" she yelled.
I moved towards her. My hands reached out. My cock flashed to erection.
"Kevin, no!"
I tore at the robe, trying to get it from her. I threw her onto the bed, then lifted the
robe up over her hips. My cock moved to position. Ready to plunge. ready to
penetrate. ready to ravage.
I heard a door slam. It was downstairs. Could it be Charles?
I looked at Beth, her eyes were pleading. I wondered if she would call out, if she
would ruin everything.
I thrust downward, plunging my cock once again into her sweet, tight cunt. Beth
squealed. I held it inside her, then moved my face to hers.
"This isn't over. I whispered. This can't be over. You want me to keep quiet, then
so be it. But I will demand a fee. Not now, but later. And I think you know it won't be
money I ask for!"
I pulled out of my brother's bride, then walked to the door. I stopped, then went
into the closet. I reached into the hamper, and pulled out the remains of her wedding
dress. It couldn't be worn again, but I knew it would have other uses."
"Better get a new wedding dress." I told her. "Better get one just like the one you
had. Of course, should you decide to say anything inappropriate to your husband, I can
always return this one - to him!"
Beth gasped as she knew what I meant. I had evidence. She could say I raped her,
but she couldn't explain how she came to be in her wedding dress once again. I needed
something. I needed to have her again and again. I had given her to Charles, and now
given her a child. All I wanted was something in return. All I wanted was to collect a
fee.
The End
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