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“Faster!”
Shane was past teasing, he fulfilled my request, first wrapping an arm around my neck, gripping one shoulder with a powerful hand, pushing me downwards against his thrusting cock so there was no escaping even if I wanted to. Faster and faster he pounded into me, until it became difficult for me to discern the individual thrusts in the midst of my pleasure. The slapping sounds filled my sister’s bedroom as her husband blew away all traces of my virginity and I moaned while my Brother-In-Law’s cock claimed my pussy.
The pain eased and the pleasure took over once again washing out all other sensations. My body wanted to thrash around, but he held me in place as my orgasm filled my body, pulsating at the same high rate as Shane’s thrusts. I held on as the pleasure curled my toes and tickled the palms of my hands and whimpered quietly as my orgasm began to fade, but Shane’s thrusts continued unabated.
Suddenly, Shane’s pace changed and he let out an animal grunt of lust. Then Shane was back to doing those first few full-length strokes, almost withdrawing completely and then thrusting forward all the way. With each of these I felt a spurt of hot cum hit my pussy walls, soothing the dull ache that was returning as my orgasm continued to fade to a glowing memory.
Shane’s cock finally stopped moving inside me and came to rest fully buried. We held each other and each panted heavily in the other’s ear as we caught our breath. I was totally exhausted. Everything was so warm, glowing and perfect, I didn’t want it to end, but I didn’t have the energy to do anything to prolong it.
We held each other for so long that I think I fell asleep, I was just so comfortable and satisfied. At the very least I don’t remember Shane taking his cock out of me. When I awoke properly it was the morning. I was cuddled in close to Shane with my head resting in his armpit, his strong arm wrapped around me as he slept on his back. In the exact same position on his opposite side was my sister, who must have come home at some stage the previous evening. I had a really interesting story to tell her.
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My Brother in Law and My First Threesome
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Rosanna is back visiting Linda and Shane after a year away at college. Linda wishes Rosanna would get over the fixation with her husband and comes up with a good idea. Giving Shane permission for one more night with Rosanna, they call in the services of Tim, to help distract her.
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Pseudo-Incest, Brother-in-Law, Sister-in-Law, Threesome
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College was a great time for me, but there’s nothing like the comforts of home, or my sister’s home to be completely accurate. When I finished my first year at college, I made sure I spent a couple of weeks staying with my sister, Linda and her amazing husband Shane. He had taken my virginity the previous summer, with Linda’s permission of course, and even though I’d been away for a year broadening my horizons and I’d had my fair share of sex since I last saw him, you never really forget your first.
That’s why I was so eager to get back to him and feel his hot cum filing my pussy again but Linda was no longer all that happy with the idea. I suppose I can’t blame her, she let her husband pop her sister’s cherry, that’s more than most sisters do for each other, but god damn he was hot and I was practically climbing the walls with sexual frustration with him being so close again.
Things came to a head one night when, after I’d had a shower, I walked around their house wearing only my matching white bra and panties set. Linda was furious. I told her I was only saving time getting dressed because I was going straight to bed anyway, but my excuse was as flimsy as my panties. We both knew I was trying to get Shane to notice me again.
That night, while I lay in bed in their spare room, I heard them arguing. This isn’t what I wanted. I loved my sister and I didn’t want to ruin her happy home, no matter how good her husband was at fucking. Thankfully they didn’t argue for long. I resolved that I would get up in the morning, apologise and then head back to my parents’ place for the rest of the holidays.
I tried running through my head what I would say, but when I played out the conversation in my mind, it all sounded fake, or too cheesy, or stupid, and so on. I don’t know how long I tried to find the perfect phrasing for a sincere apology, I lost track of time. What I do know is that at some stage the words changed in my mind from “I’m sorry, Shane, can you please forgive me?” to “I’m horny, Shane, can you please fuck me?” and I felt a tingling between my legs that I couldn’t ignore.
I would still make my apology in the morning, but for the moment there was time for one last fantasy. Under the warm covers of the bed I brought my hands to my small firm breasts, squeezing them together and rubbing at my nipples. I’d always had sensitive nipples and I loved to start any session of masturbation by playing with them. I remembered when Shane had ripped my shirt open to expose my tits to him and he had sucked my nipples into his mouth, playing his hot tongue across them.
Leaving one hand pinching at a nipple, I reached the other down to my panties and pushed them down low enough so that I could push them down further with my legs. Soon they were left dangling on one of my ankles and I had unfettered access to my pussy. I didn’t just start rubbing manically at clit, even though I wanted to. Oh no, I teased myself.
Tracing my fingers lightly around my inner thighs I imagined it was the feel of Shane’s fingers as he was about to stroke my slit, or Shane’s hair as he was about to go down on me, or Shane’s hips as he was about to sink his big cock into my pussy. The self-denial always makes me so wet, but I can never deny myself for too long, I just lose control. I finally allowed my fingers to make contact with my slit and noted that my juices were already leaking out, moistening my labia.
I moaned quietly as I traced my finger along the edges of my pussy lips, not daring to do so any louder. I knew how easily things could be overheard between this room and my sister’s. I roamed my finger around my labia several times, coating it with my slickness, and then slipped it inside of myself. I gripped my finger with all my strength, secretly proud of how tight my pussy was, and forced my finger in and out.
It was a poor substitute for Shane’s cock, but it was still very good. Thrusting my entire finger in and out of myself, I began to stroke at my G-Spot, and the sensitive bundle of nerves sent small shocks of pleasure into my body. Juices flowed from my pussy on to the sheets, I was going to have to clean them before I left the next day, but I didn’t care. I was lost in my fantasy, gripping my nipple and fucking myself with my finger.
My pleasure built and I didn’t notice my moans getting louder. I didn’t notice the door open in the darkness. I certainly didn’t notice how long he stood there for, watching me moan his name. I did notice when I was perilously close to cumming and I heard a voice cut through the room.
“Not yet, Rosanna.”
I squealed and my legs snapped shut with a clapping sound as my thighs met. I pulled the covers tight around myself in shock before my brain processed the deep voice as Shane’s. Had he come here to relieve me after all? My thighs parted slightly in hope and I tur
ned on the lamp situated beside my bed.
I propped myself up on my elbows, a panting dishevelled mess, in front of the object of my desires and watched as he circled the bed and sat next to me. I took in his handsome features, as his cool blue eyes surveyed me.
“I’m horny, Shane, will you…” I began, still partially immersed in my fantasy.
“Shhhhh, Rosanna. I know you are, believe me,” he interrupted before continuing. “but as I’m sure you’re aware, it’s causing some problems with Linda and I, this fixation you have with me. We can’t go on like this.”
I pouted. I couldn’t believe I was so close to him again, my pussy dripping with lust for him again, and I couldn’t have him. It was driving me crazy.
“So… you won’t fuck me?” I said.
“Well, I didn’t say that.” He replied with a smile and my hope was renewed. “What I said was we can’t go on like this. Linda came up with a really good idea, something to take your mind off me.”
I was intrigued, I couldn’t imagine anything that would take my mind off Shane, he had been all I could think about. Not to mention I had been only a few strokes away from cumming while fantasising about him only moments before.
“What’s this idea, Shane? How can we go on?” I asked.
“Let me show you.” He said then turned towards the door. “Tim, would you come in here?”
I didn’t know what to say, I was totally shocked to have a stranger walk into the room that no doubt had been listening to me finger fucking myself. I blushed and tried to make myself invisible. I don’t think I succeeded, but from the shelter of the covers I looked back and forth between Shane and Tim. The family resemblance couldn’t be missed, they were bred from the same stock as sure as my legs were relaxing and parting under the covers without me thinking about it.
“Rosanna, this is my little brother, Tim. He’s just recently got out of the army. He was away when Linda and I got married, which is why you haven’t met before. I thought you two might hit it off quite nicely.”
I looked at Tim, I guessed he was probably around 25. He was maybe marginally shorter than Shane, but had the same short blonde hair and cool blue eyes. His face was made all the more attractive due to the shy smile that played upon it as he moved around nervously on the spot.
“Tim, this is Linda’s sister, Rosanna, the one I’ve been telling you all about.”
“Hi.” Tim said from his spot by the door.
“Hi.” I replied, still not totally sure about how to act in this situation, with the only things separating this stranger from my sopping wet slit was a sheet and thin blanket. Shane reached over and gripped the top of the covers, pulling them downwards. At first I gripped on and held them up, but only briefly. Within seconds my breasts were exposed to the brothers, my nipples still erect from my recent manipulations of them. Shane placed his hand on one breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Mmmmm, just as good as I remember. You know, Rosanna, Tim’s been asking about you ever since we sent him our wedding pictures. He didn’t speak to me for a month after I told him about what we did last summer.” Shane looked over at Tim “Isn’t she even better in real life?”
“She sure is.” Tim replied, obviously still feeling nervous, but unable to take his eyes of my tits as his brother kneaded one and pinched at my already hard nipple.
I blushed, partly from being groped in front of this man whom I had never met before, and partly from the compliment. It was a strange feeling to think that Tim had been asking about me for a couple of years now, and he was still interested. I suppose it was kind of like what I had done with Shane.
“What do you say, Rosanna? Linda’s given me the ok. The three of us can have some fun and then you can spend a bit of time with Tim and get to know him?”
“The three of us?”
“Oh yes, it wasn’t easy, but Linda has given me the all clear and you don’t think I’m going to pass it up, do you?”
I smiled, this was almost too good to be true. Shane bent his head down and took my nipple into his mouth, and once again I was in heaven, with his hot tongue flicking pleasure into my body. I moaned quietly as I savoured the sensations then remembered there was still another person in the room. Tim was still looking somewhat nervous as he stood by the door and I realised that he hadn’t actually been asked to join in yet.
“Come over here, Tim, you look a bit lonely all the way over there.” I said.
Tim walked over and sat on the bed, on the opposite side to his brother. I put my hand on his leg and stroked it up and down, getting closer to his crotch with each pass.
“Touch me, Tim.” I said, ignoring Shane for the moment because he didn’t seem to need any prompting.
Tim reached out with a hand and, with only a slight pause, brought it down on the breast that wasn’t being sucked on by Shane. Tim closed his eyes and I saw him let out a breath as he concentrated on the feel of my young tit. After squeezing it a few times and lightly brushing his thumb over my nipple, he opened his eyes again.
“I’ve waited a long time for you, Rosanna.” He said.
I blushed again, feeling flattered. “You can have me, Tim, if you can distract me from this brother of yours!”
I grabbed at his shirt and pulled him towards me, raising my head to meet his lips with a kiss. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and after another of his almost imperceptible pauses, I felt his tongue push back as our mouths sucked at each other. He was a good kisser, it must run in the family, it was so passionate that I was almost breathless when it broke off. I grabbed his short hair with my hand so he couldn’t escape and pushed him downwards. He got the idea and I was then presented with the twin sight and sensations of the two brothers sucking on my tits, each paying careful attention to the actions of their tongues on my nipples.
I was in heaven. As I already mentioned, my nipples have always been sensitive, and if you’re anything like me, you’ve not lived until you’ve had both tits sucked at the same time. I ran each of my hands through their hair, pressing their mouths harder on to my tits. Combined with my interrupted masturbation, I was being driven wild with sexual tension and I felt an orgasm threatening but it only built to a certain point and no further. I needed to be fucked.
Panting with desire I looked down at my Brother-In-Law and his brother and voiced my needs to the best of my breathless ability.
“Somebody… put… a… dick… in… me!”
The brothers both detached from my tits and stood up. This wasn’t quite what I wanted, to be left all alone on the bed. I brought my hands to my breasts and pinched at my own nipples as I watched them both undress.
Shane had the advantage, wearing only a shirt and boxers, Tim had obviously come straight to my room from the front door and had shoes and multiple layers to contend with. Shane was naked within seconds and I was graced with the vision of his lean tanned body again, still looking every inch the surfer hunk that he had been when my sister met him, right down to the blonde hair and blue eyes.
I longed to run my hands over his body once more and feel those muscles, like when he had carried me up the stairs to take my virginity, but instead he pulled at the covers and unceremoniously flung them into the corner of the room, exposing my spread legs and my sopping wet, shaven pussy to both men.
“Holy fuck.” Tim breathed as he struggled with a knot in his bootlaces and stared at my pussy.
Shane’s cock was at full hardness and I saw a glistening drop of pre-cum at the end. My pussy was almost aching for it by this stage. He moved to the bottom of the bed and grabbed my ankles, dragging me towards him, then he turned me over so I was on my stomach and placed his hands on my hips, pulling upwards until I was on my knees with my head still on the bed. My ass stuck up at him and my pussy peeked out from between my thighs, soaking wet and ready for his dick.
Shane didn’t fuck me straight away though. I felt his thumb at the entrance to my pussy, rubbing back and forth until it was soaked in my juices then h
e did the same with one of his fingers. I had no idea what he was about to do, but I’m glad he did it. I felt his thumb back at my pussy, pressing forwards past my lips and into the tight grip of my vagina. At the same time, his wet finger ran over my clit. I gasped at the sensation.
He began pulling his thumb out of me, at the same time rubbing his finger across my clit again and squeezing gently with his finger and thumb as if he could bring them together. As Shane’s thumb extracted completely from my pussy and did meet with his finger I heard a triumphant sound from Tim as a boot hit the floor, followed shortly after by another. Shane continued inserting his thumb into me and then squeezing as he extracted it, in a kind of two fingered milking motion.
It felt amazing, the pressing in my pussy and the pressure on my clit, over and over again. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I felt my orgasm begin to take over my body.
“Uhhhhhh… I’m cumming…” I began to breathe heavier and heavier, then Shane took his hand away, leaving me hanging right on the edge of orgasm.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop!” I yelled, and then felt his hot breath on my clit. I’d never met anybody who did this since first fucking Shane the previous year, and I had almost forgotten what a torturous thrill it was to be kept on the edge of orgasm for an age by the soft caress of nothing but his breath blowing on my most sensitive little bump. I wiggled my ass and squeezed my thighs together, struggling for anything that would push me over the edge, but it was no use. Shane kept me at the precipice as Tim finally finished undressing and climbed on the bed.
Tim sat on the bed in front of me with a leg on either side and then lifted each of my arms to rest on his thighs. I lay there almost unable to move in my near-orgasm state, it was all I could do to wrap a hand around his hard cock, which was only inches from my face and give him a few weak jerks.
I took the time to look at Tim’s body as I worked through the agony of sexual tension brought about by my Brother-In-Law blowing on my clit. Tim was less tanned than Shane, but his body was army-hard. Just as lean, but with more muscle definition, he had a tattoo of something I couldn’t make out on his shoulder and his handsome face looked down on me as if he couldn’t believe his luck.