Bro And Me
This story is intended for adults 18 or older, not to be read by minors.
'Ouuuu, get myself nice and clean...' I thought as I took my shower that morning. The wife was soaping too. She turned around and I slid up behind her, hugging her, sliding my hands up to her tits and sliding my cock in her asscrack. She just stood motionless, letting me have my way, reaching behind to pull on my cock. She muttered, "Uhh.. I really have to hurry, do you want to play or don't you?"
I backed away. "Nah, just getting my friskies for the morning dear. You're just so warm and soft and.." blah blah blah, complimenting her. My hardon wasn't from touching her, it was what was in my mind - what the day would bring. Once I got her off to work I had the rest of the day off and my brother called last night, saying he had the day off and could I cum up and help him with a project...
"Oh ok, you're probably thinking of the project you and your brother have to do anyways, you know how distracted you get.." she said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, we really get deep into it, measuring and stuff.." I said simply, straight-faced. Measuring our cocks was more like it, using our mouths as rulers...
He actually called and said his wife was working and he wasn't tomorrow, cum over and play... we love to play with each other. We have for years.
Finally she left, after dawdling with her hair. I took off, my cock already throbbing with a semi. I finally got to his place and walked up to the door, knocking.
"Come in..." I heard him say in an effeminate voice. I knew today was going to be fun! I walked in the front door and he said, "In the kitchen.." I beelined it there.
Standing at the counter was my brother, but looked more like my sister. He had on a long, blond wig, full makeup, black see-through gown, a black bra, black garterbelt with black nylons attached, and black pump heels!
"Hi sweetie! glad you could make it, honey!" he said brightly, swaying. "Hope you don't mind.. I really feel like a fun time today.. are you interested, cutie?" he said, slithering over to me, his hand running down my chest so I could see his fake slut-red painted nails, then he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, our tongues dueling.
The sheer sensuality of the situation reduced me to a quivering stack of aching hardon flesh! I shivered, knowing it was going to be a real, real, realllll fun afternoon! My cock was hard as a rock!
"Oh honey, no I don't mind at all!" I shook, my finger tracing down his belly to lightly touch his cock in his panties.
"Oh yes, you forward little bitch, you!" he giggled, grinding his cock into my hand. Then he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. "And what do we have under here?" he grinned, his lipstick wide and bright. "Ouuu, a black lace camisole!" and he rubbed my nipples through it.
Quickly I yanked from my pants pocket a sexy, lacy bra. "I brought this.. hope it's ok.. it pushes my titties up real nicely.." I smiled. We both had worked hard to have a little extra flab on our chests, so when we put on our underwire bras we actually formed a nice cleavage like titties.
"Oh yes, baby, let me help you with that.." he smiled, pulling my camisole over my head, snapping the bra in place and fluffing up my titties in it, kissing my mounds, leaving little lipstick marks on them, and pulling my camisole back down.
"Now, what else, sweetheart?" he asked, tantalizingly undoing my belt, his nails scraping my zipper and my throbbing cock underneath. I'd bought my outfit for him special the other day after he called me and hoped he would like it.
"Ouuuuu babieeeee..." he groaned, staring at my new garterbelt with little red bows on the black satin and lace, with matching underpanty thong. "Turn around, you hottie.." and I shook my buns at him. he bent down and kissed them!
"Oh yes, honey.." he smiled wide. My stockings were on perfectly with the garters and he licked my inner thighs as he ran his hands up and down my legs, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me fully, our cocks in our panties grinding together and our stockings slithering on each other, weaving and swaying in a passionate heat that made sexual titillation ooze from every pore, both of us feeling the wildly erotic and horny, sexy, sensual moment to it's fullest. After we kissed we hugged, then both said almost at the same time..."Why can't our wives give us that type of turnon, or even try to?" Our answer was, "'Cause they're cunts and we're hot, horny bitches, that's why!" and laughed.
As twin brothers growing up, we'd had all the usual sibling rivalries and fights as any other brothers. But, we both had a high level of sexual heat inside us and regardless of whatever we fought about, it was quickly forgotten when our cocks were hard, which was usually any time we'd be alone. We'd take showers together and since I can remember we'd wash each other's penises, feeling and playing with them because it felt so good. By the time we were 12 or 13 we'd figured out it was sexier and hornier to put our cocks in each others' mouths. I can remember distinctly when I was not much more out of grade school and mom and dad were busy with something, we went into the playroom and played with each others' cocks instead of toys and he told me to get on my knees, which I did, and stroking his cock, he softly said, "Go ahead.. suck on it.. put it in your mouth and suck it.." I stared at his pee hole and the big knob head of his cock. He said, "Close your eyes and just do it.. oh please.." so I did. I closed my eyes and brought my lips to his cock. Suddenly I was in range of his groin and could smell his musky groin smell. Wow! My cock got hard instantly. The smell turned me on soooo much. I opened my mouth and felt his cock slip between my lips... his cock was in my mouth! I heard him gasp, "Oh fuck it feels so hot.. fuck.. it feels sooo good.. suck it, bro.." and I started sucking his cock! Slowly at first, sliding my lips up and down his cock, then further until my nose hit his belly and his cock was buried deep in my mouth, my nose sniffing away. I first became a cocksucking slut that day! I was soo turned on! I started sucking faster and he started pushing my head down on his cock, both of us in rhythm, him groaning, "...feel my balls.. oh yeah.. oh fuck.. you're gonna make me cum.." That sounded great to me! I'd eaten my own cum and liked it so I knew I'd like my brother's cum. I wanted it, craved it. I sucked his cock fervently and he exploded in my mouth, cumming in several shots and I ate it right down. When he'd finished I let his cock slip from my mouth, but not getting up until I'd kissed his cock and balls several times. He smiled, said, "Now... you..." and I stood up as he slid down to his knees. Next thing I know he's sucking my cock. Oh what a wonderful feeling!
He slowly went up and down it with his lips, getting accustomed to the feel of it in his mouth, his tongue starting to dance on the shaft like I did to him. He looked up and into my eyes and grinned as I moaned. He knew he was giving me pleasure and giving himself pleasure at the same time - we'd found something we both loved and loved to do with each other! A secret, nasty, sexy, horny bond of both of us being mutual cocksuckers. It wasn't like only one would suck and the other would receive - it was mutual, 100% to the other that sent the thrill down our backbones as we fucked each others' hot cocksucking mouths! In that instant when our eyes met I knew I'd found the meaning of 'brotherly love'! I involuntarily started humping my hips, it felt so good, and he egged me on, pulling on my ass as he sucked harder and bobbed his head, nodding for me to shoot in his mouth. I shuddered and let my cum flow and he lapped up every drop!
We both collapsed on the bed, then rolled to each other, suddenly overcum with the urge and kissed each other, tasting each others' cum in our mouths and on our lips, sealing our passion for each other at that moment. It was tremendous!
"Oh wow, hon, you're so fucking hard!" my brother smiled, as he'd slipped to his stocking'd knees right there in the kitchen, mouthing my cock in my panties.
Brought back from my reverie of memories, I groaned, "Yesss because I was thinking of you and me and when we started all this and how horny I got then, and how horny it makes me right now! Suck on it a little, ok?" I begged.
"Oh yess, but not all the way, ok, dearie? We've got two hours to play, let's keep it until the last, ok?" he smiled, taking my cock out of the side of my panties and sucking on it. I groaned, my knees bending. He pulled off my cock and smiled, "..there, will that make your sexy cock happy for a while?"
"Oh yes, lover... " I groaned, tucking my cock back in my panties, the precum oozing out and smearing them. We both loved it when our panties were soaked with precum and for the next hour or more we did everything we could to get them to fill up. He cleaned windows with me right behind him, both of us taking turns rubbing on each other, sticking our asses out to wriggle on each others' cocks. He did dishes while I got on my knees and licked his asshole through his panties. Every 5 minutes we'd kiss and tongue each others' mouths, smearing our lipstick, then dash off to the bathroom to reapply it, rubbing and touching each other. We'd dry-hump each other at every opportunity. We'd go into the livingroom and I'd lay over the arm of the chair and he'd grab my hips and rub his pantied cock in the crack of my pantied ass and hump me, the pressure on my asshole excruciatingly wonderful while he'd hump my cock into the arm of the chair. If either of us felt ourselves getting close to cumming we'd stop, letting the precum add more to our panties.
We'd go upstairs and try on different outfits of his wife's, squeezing into formal gowns or slutty panties he'd buy her. She never wore them so we did! He'd buy them with the idea we'd be wearing them anyways. Of course, we'd strip each other instead of ourselves, it was so much more fun feeling our hands on each other, kissing and licking, touching, fondline while we'd writhe in sexual heat from it.
Occasionally he'd get out his books when he'd have something new or just to look at old ones... pics he'd take of his wife, of them having sex, etc. He had many shots of her tits which were big...
"Here, go ahead, rub her titties.." he'd whisper in my ear, licking it. I'd sit next to him on the couch, our stocking'd legs rubbing together and reach over and take my finger, rubbing it on the photograph as if I was playing with her tits. While I'd do that he'd reach into my lap and fondle my cock, tickling it, talking sexy.
"You like my wife's tits? She's got real big ones. I'll take my cock and put it between her tits and make her jerk me off until I cum on her face. Wouldn't you like to see me cum like that, baby?" he'd coo in my ear.
Sometimes I'd take my own pics to show him of my wife. He loved seeing those and I'd do the same to him. It was fun knowing what each of our wives looked like naked, know how their pussyhair curled, how big their nipples were, the shape of their asses naked, what their pussies looked like spread open waiting for a cock. Later, under 'normal' circumstances when there'd be a family gathering, we'd fondly look at each others' wives and see them naked in our minds. What a rush!
Another game we'd play would be the call game. I'd call my wife from his wall phone in the kitchen, standing there in bra, panties, garterbelt, stockings and high heels, my lipstick slut red, talking to her about our car insurance whether we should switch companies or not, trying to act as if I'm at a business meeting while my brother would be on his knees in front of me sucking my cock, playing with my balls, fingering my asshole, etc., watching his slutty cocksucking painted lips go up and down my cock. Then he'd call his wife and I'd do the same to him. We both tried hard to get the other to lose his concentration while talking! That was the game and it was soo much fun!
He lived way out in the country, too. If it was summer and nice and hot we'd take blankets and go out into his woodlot. Halfway out he'd made a nice clearing and we'd spread our blankets out, sunbathing and playing with each other, enjoying the hot sun in our lingerie. Then we'd strip each other naked and coat each other with suntan lotion, slipping and sliding on each other, slurping on each others' cocks or assfucking one another.
Finally, though, we'd reach the 'cumpoint' where we couldn't stand it any longer or we had to get going. Invariably he'd take me by the cock and caress me, then lead me upstairs by the cock. For some reason that really turned him on, and of course it felt good to me too. We'd stop on every landing and kiss and tug on each others' cocks. We'd go to his bedroom and lay on the bed, or if we were oiled, he'd spread a rubber sheet out. We'd languish on each other, kissing and fondling, stripping ourselves naked, rubbing and touching and kissing passionately, our mouths finding each others' cocks. WE'd 69 sometimes, sometimes not, just sucking each other back and forth. Finally we'd tell each other what we wanted that day, whether to cum in the other's mouth or to jerk off or to cum in the other's ass and do our wishes with each other, culminating our afternoon and spilling our cum into each other in whatever fashion was enjoyable for the moment.
Then, we'd gather up all our playthings and he'd throw in a wash, along with anything else (like sheets, blankets, whatever) we'd soiled. Then we'd hop in the shower together, sometimes wearing our lingerie or just panties. We'd shower together like we did when we were little kids, playing and pulling on each other's cocks, taking turns sucking each other or fucking each aother under the hot spray. I don't know how many times I'd have my hands on the wall, my legs spreadeagled, my ass jutting out as he'd work his soapy, hard cock up my ass, grabbing me around the waist with one hand and playing with my cock and balls with the other and fuck the shit out of me, him cumming in my ass while I'd cum in his hand. Then we'd wash any traces of cum off us and make sure we'd both washed off all our makeup, get out and dry off, then kiss naked, our poor cocks rubbing together again, trying to get that one last hardon before leaving. Sometimes I'd lean against the sink and he'd kiss down me and suck my cock one last time, drawing out any last vestiges of cum from me, and I'd return the favor. Other times, if we didn't get horny enough, we'd just get dressed and he'd do his wash, having it all done and put away by the time his wife would get home. I'd leave him to do the wash and give him a big kiss, 'until next time, lover' and leave, my need for hot, horny, kinky sex satiated, at least for a while, and him confessing the same later to me that he'd feel the same way. We'd go on with our wives and lives like normal, doing the quicky missionary thing that was all our wives would let us do, them thinking they'd satisfied us, but deep down we'd know we'd get back together again to fully enjoy ourselves in another month or two....
Copyright Frackett
Did you like this story? What would you like to see in Part 2? Feel free to email me your comments with Nifty in subject line to - frackett@hotmail.com - I'll try to reply to every email! Thanks, Fred, the author.